Disclaimer: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the OCs you can read the previous episodes
Good God, Y'all
They looked at Bobby from the doorway. He'd been completely silent for three days and spent most his time just sitting in his wheelchair, staring absently at the wall. It was depressing to say the least.
"We gotta cheer him up." Dean stated and shoved Sam's shoulder. "Go give him a back rub."
"Dean stop."
"Fine." He turned and nudged Kayla. "Go give him a lap dance."
She gave him a look and snatched the envelope out of his hand. "What's this?"
"Pushy?" He grabbed it back. "I had some x-rays done." Dean pulled the sheet out and held it up to the light. "Let's just say the doctors are baffled."
No kidding. Dean's rib cage was covered in an ancient writing, just as Cas had said, carved into his bones. "Holy crap." Sam took it and leaned in closer.
"Yeah well Cas carved you one too."
Sam's cell started ringing and he fished it out of his pocket. "Hello?" He paused, looking confused. "Castiel?"
"Speak of the devil." Dean waited for the news.
"Um, Saint Martin's hospital why? What do you…Cas?" He looked at his phone and put it back in his pocket. "He hung up."
"Is he coming here?" Kayla asked.
"I guess."
Within moments Cas was coming down the hall. Dean raised an eyebrow, didn't angels have better means of communication? "A cell phone Cas, really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?"
"You're hidden from angels now, all angels. I won't be able to simply…"
"Enough foreplay." Bobby demanded. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on." Castiel looked confused, as he often did. He would be more specific. "Get healing."
His expression turned remorseful as he crossed the threshold towards Bobby. "I can't."
Bobby turned his wheelchair around to face him, just in case he heard it wrong. "Say again?"
"I'm cut off from heaven, much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do, some things I can't."
"You mean you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this thing for the rest of my life?"
"I'm sorry."
"Shove it up your ass." He turned the chair away from them again.
"At least he's talking now." Dean murmured quietly.
"I heard that." Bobby shot back. "I'll take that lap dance now."
Castiel tilted his head again, but decided it was safer not to ask. He turned to them again. "I don't have much time. We have to talk."
"Shoot." Dean told him.
"There is one person, stronger than Michael, who can kill Lucifer."
Kayla straightened excitedly. "That's great, who?"
"The one who resurrected me and put you on that plane. The one who began everything. God. I'm gonna find God." He sounded so certain.
"Oh." She tried to hide her smile. "Um, Cas…"
"Is he AT&T too?" Dean smirked.
"Dean this is serious."
He shut the door. "God."
"Yes."
"The God."
"Yes!"
"Try Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla."
Cas paused. "No, he's not on any flatbread."
"Look, even if there is a God…."
"There is a God." Castiel stated firmly.
"He's either dead, or up and kicking somewhere and…"
"Dean just stop. Cas wants to find God, let him go find God." She thought it was absolutely adorable.
"Look around! The world is in the toilet! We are literally at the end of days and he's off somewhere, drinking booze out of a coconut!"
"Enough." Cas told him and shortened the distance between them. "This is not a theological issue, it's strategic. With God's help, we can win."
"It's a pipe dream Cas."
"I killed two angels this week, my brothers. I'm hunted, I've rebelled for you and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself."
Bobby had tuned in to the conversation again. "You didn't come just to tear us a new one, so what do you want?"
"I did come for something, an amulet."
"What kind of amulet?"
"Very rare, very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him."
"Like, God EMF?" Sam questioned.
Cas nodded slightly in response, he didn't think any of this was funny anymore.
"Well I don't know what you're talking about, I've never heard of anything like it and I don't have it."
"I know, you don't." He looked at Dean's small amulet, the gift from his brother.
"What, this?"
"May I borrow it?"
"No." He answered defensively.
"Dean, give it to me."
He looked at him and grimaced. "Alright I guess." Dean pulled it over his head and handed it to him. "Don't lose it."
"I'll be in touch."
Kayla laughed once he'd left. "Cas yelled at you."
"Shut up."
"I told you to just let him go find God."
"If you find God tell him to send legs!" Bobby yelled.
"Aw cheer up Bobby, I can still give you that lap dance…"
Bobby Singer blushed and muttered something along the lines of "old enough to be your father." His cell phone rang. "Saved by the bell. Yeah?"
Dean leaned over. "Since there's one on the table…"
She smirked. "Oh I'll definitely save it for you."
Bobby's conversation was short but intense. Main idea: Rufus was in trouble, demons were involved. Enough said right?