The Ghost of You
(My Chemical Romance)
Part 2
Chapter 1- Emergency
(Paramore)
Dean and Sam watched in absolute horror as Crowley thrusted the blade deep into Zoey, right below her rib cage. But before he pushed it in deep enough to penetrate straight through her, four angels appeared in the room. One grabbed the back of Crowley's suit and threw him aside. The other three each grabbed a hold of Dean, Sam, and Zoey. In seconds they were brought to a brightly lit room. Sam and Dean frantically looked around as Cas popped up and rushed them out the nearest door. Sam had just enough time to turn his head and see an angel setting Zoey down on an exam table. Sam tried to fight against Castiel, but he was restrained by another angel. "Sam please stop, we are going to do all we can to save her." "Cas where the hell are we" Dean grunted. "You're in heaven. While the two of you were inside the gas station my angels were able to control the demon hoard, but things were getting crazy. I sent for back up, and from the looks of it they arrived just in time. The reinforcements were easily able to take out the rest of the demons outside and I immediately sent for you. Just relax for now, and we'll keep you informed on Zoey." Cas glanced over his shoulder at the room they just came from. "It's going to take a lot of time, and power to heal her. On the way up one of my angel's informed me that it was the first blade which she was stabbed with. Thankfully Crowley doesn't possess the mark of Cain. Zoey would have surely died if he did. It can be treated like any other wound, except…well it's still one very deadly weapon. " Sam couldn't take anymore, he was about to snap. "It's all my fault. It's my fault Cas! I gave it to him. I'm the one that gave Crowley the first blade!" Castiel placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, none of this is your fault. With or without the first blade Crowley would more than likely have found a way to get back at you and your brother. It's just fate that everything played out the way it did, for now though you guys can rest here." Castiel had an angel by the name of Delilah escort Sam and Dean to a small sitting room, complete with two sectionals and a coffee table. "Please have a seat and help yourself to some refreshments. I know humans need often to refuel their bodies." Delilah merely waved her hand over the table and small snack trays and juice appeared.
Neither Sam nor Dean could stand to eat. They were far too amped from everything that just took place. As they waited the brothers could barely hold still. Sit, stand, pace, sit, stand, pace…this was the pattern of Sam and Dean. Two hours passed before Dean broke the silence. "I can't take much of this anymore. I'm gonna go see what these winged gods have on tap." Dean left the room and started walking around in the halls. He knew Cas, told them they were in heaven, but after interrogating a few angels he found there specific location. According to the angel Benjamin they were on the intensive care floor of a rehabilitation center. Benjamin told Dean that, "This building was set up after all the angels started coming back to heaven. So many were still injured from the fall, and others had a hard time readjusting to life in heaven again. Especially after occupying different vessels for so long, many angels needed counseling to get back to the regular way of things." With this new information Dean became more curious of his surroundings. He started peeking in doors and windows as he walked about. As Dean continued to wander he somehow managed to find Castiel's office, and let himself in. Castiel was sitting in a large chair behind a big wooden desk. He was in the middle of a meeting with an angel that sat across from him. At the sight of Dean, Castiel immediately rose from his seated position. "Dean…what are you doing here? How did you find this office?" The angel that was talking with Cas eyed Dean in confusion. "Hey Cas, sorry to break up what's going on. Just curious you have any hard liquor in this joint?" Castiel tilted his head and frowned "This is heaven Dean. You know that we angels don't eat let alone drink, and even if we did we surely would not have those kinds of beverages here." Dean tapped nervously on Castiel's desk, "Well man it was worth a shot. We've been stewing in that room for two hours now with no word on Zoey. I was getting a little stir crazy so I decided to stretch my legs, but poor Sam back there looks like he's losing color in his face. Is there anything I could tell him to ease the situation?" "No, there really isn't. The first blade did a number on Zoey, and because of the fragile state her body is in we can only do so much at a time to heal her. Doing too much too soon could lead to the death of the child or both of them." Dean squeezed his eyes shut as he began to scratch the back of his head. "Cas, I know this may sound cruel and go against everything you stand for, but if it comes down to it I think you need to save her first." Castiel looked at Dean with a most bewildered expression. "How long have you been thinking this?" "Look Cas, Sam isn't thinking straight so I have to take charge here alright. I know he wants his kid, but at the end of the day they can make another one. If Zoey dies, there is no coming back from that for Sam." Castiel couldn't wrap his mind around what Dean had just requested. "In heaven we know that life starts at the time of conception. I can't knowingly let a baby die, even if it is in the best interest of the mother." Dean was becoming agitated and his frustrations were sensed loud and clear as he had a sudden outburst, "LOOK….just…." He took a deep breath trying to calm himself.
A quick knock at the door helped disperse the tension in the room. A new angel walked into to the office and urgently requested to see Castiel in the hall. Gesturing for Dean to have a seat Castiel asked him "Just wait a moment please." Once outside Castiel closed the door behind him. "Yes, Joshua what is it?" "Sir, it's the girl. She has lost a lot of blood. We are doing as you asked following your every instructions to heal her, but if she doesn't get more blood she will surely perish." Castiel shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. "OK, but we can't do anything until we know her blood type." Joshua hesitated before his next statement. "But, sir why don't we just send someone for O-negative?" "That's called stealing. We aren't going to steal from a human hospital and deprive them of what they need. We are angels. We can find someone…." Castiel was cut short as an eavesdropping Dean threw open the door. "I'm O-neg Cas. You can use my blood." "Alright, but we must move quickly. Time is of the essence." Cas and Joshua guided Dean through the halls until they made it back to where Zoey was being treated. Cas insisted Dean wait outside the doors, before entering. Castiel wanted to see what kind of condition Zoey was in so he could prepare Dean for what he was about to witness. Impatiently Dean stood, fiddling his thumbs, and tapping his foot. "She's worse than I thought." Cas said as he popped out of the room. "I want you to be ready when you go in there. She is very thin, and extremely pale. Her bones are protruding under her skin, and she still has an open wound which is slowly being closed from the inside out. When you go in my angels will have you sit down next to her. They're going to feed a tube directly from your vein into hers. Now the tube itself is very small, no bigger than a phone cord. It's just large enough to drain your blood without exhausting you too quickly. Are you sure you want to do this?" Dean shook his head, "Cas, I've probably seen a lot worse. Let's just do this and save her life."
Castiel pushed open the door as Dean stepped in behind him. The room itself was pretty plain. There was a large sink with a counter on one side, and to Dean's right, attached to the wall were charts of the human anatomy. But right in the center was the exam table where Zoey lay. Dean thought he was prepared, but it took his breath away. Never in his life had he seen a human look so debilitated. Dean was so caught off guard that he had to grab a hold of Cas to keep steady. "Dean….are you alright, are you positive you can do this?" Dean shuddered before answering. "Yea….yea I'm alright….I'm good." Once his head stopped spinning, Dean took a seat in a wheelie chair next to Zoey. Castiel's angels immediately began to poke and prod. They made short work of getting him all attached to Zoey's nearly lifeless body. After they had finished, all the angels cleared the room leaving Dean to himself, but he couldn't take the silence. "Hey Zoey….well what can I say? You look absolutely terrible kid. I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm going to keep talking anyways. I'm sorry for this, I'm sorry for Crowley and all that's gone on, but if you're going to stick around you gotta get used to the Winchester way of life. These kinds of things tend to keep happening to us. If we don't find trouble then damn it, trouble will hunt us down. This is who we are though, it's what we do, but I'll tell ya one thing we get our payback too. One day Crowley is going to wish he stayed in hell where he belongs. One day Sammy and I are going to track him down and put a knife in his heart, but until then you have to keep fighting. That's what Winchesters do. We fight tooth and nail to the bitter end. Granted you're not a fully fledged Winchester yet, but since you're cooking one I guess we'll let you in the club." Dean continued to talk with Zoey for as long as he could, but when he became light headed Cas, made him leave and return to Sam. The brothers spent two more days in heaven waiting to find out what was going on. Healing Zoey was slow just as Cas had said. Everything in angel power was being done to restore her to a healthy state of being, but Zoey's body wasn't progressing. Essentially she was being healed, but she was in a coma of sorts, and things were about to take a turn for the worse.