Chapter 1
"and you're sure this will work?" Dean asked Castiel. His voice was painted with anxiety, as much as he tried to hide it. Dean was standing inside of a red, painted circle filled with complex symbols and signs, however it was what he was holding that seemed to throw him off. Holding it as far as his arm would allow was a golden scepter, that too mirrored the sigils laid on the circle.
Castiel was standing outside of the circle, exactly 10 metres away in fact, which was the necessary distance to not be sucked into the adventure Dean was about to endure. The concrete of the abandoned building they were currently in began to slightly tremble. "Dean, I have tried hard to relinquish you of your anxieties, however, it is now time to start. You cannot keep trying to back out of this. It must be done to save Sam; to save your brother. At least this time they'll be no restriction based off the ritual."
Dean sighed, he knew all of this, but he was still scared of what laid ahead. This wasn't the first time he had travelled into the past, but he had never gone as far as the BC's, he was more of an AD guy, where the women were loose and talk was cheap. He once more glanced at his brothers unconscious body slowly breathing in the distance a couple of metres away from Castiel. He was doing this for Sam. Before it was for him, back years and years ago when he was still a young bloke living for the thrill of living. He had never had purpose, but he thrived in blood, instinct and sex. Now there was his brother. His sweet, smart brother who before all of this would have probably have grown up, married some hot blonde with a sweet ass and made a killing in a law firm. Now he laid there, struggling to breathe. Dean knew that without help Cas would not be able to bring his brother back from whatever that angel had done.
Dean nodded to Castiel who tilted his head slightly to the side. That tilt always came with a pang of dread. It wasn't everyday when Cas didn't know something about something supernatural. "Dean, something's wrong. The portal, it's not working." Dean looked back at Castiel and began to shake his head "No, no, no, Cas! You told me this would work! That's why we went and got this stupid stick from that Mesopotamian prick Manu!"
The angel shook his head. Whether this was in disagreement or annoyance Dean wouldn't find out, because the ground began to crack and rupture with the force of what Dean thought was an earthquake. "Cas you fuc-" and he disappeared with a swirl of red light which continued to spin around even after he was gone.
Castiel sighed and turned around. Sam was laying there on the ground, his breathing slow and, thankfully, regular. Castiel knew that his power to help Sam wouldn't last forever, the other angel had seen to that. What exactly was affecting Sam, Castiel didn't know, but he would never let Dean on to that. Castiel knew his role in this trio was the one learned in the supernatural, but even he didn't know everything. He felt that sometimes Sam, and especially Dean, thought he was some Encyclopedia that was the beacon of light and knowledge. He wasn't God, he wasn't perfect or flawless. God had made angels with the power of free will, and with that free will came imperfections, lack of knowledge and the works.
Leaning closer to Sam, Castiel placed his hand on Sam's chest. Glowing blue light emanated from his hand and seemed to absorb into Sam's chest. Castiel knew that this was the best he could do. The best he could do before the one who could really do something.
Castiel was one of the smarter angels who knew that giving a seemingly mortal human god-like powers, but with intelligence to use it wisely could be a good thing, God liked to gamble after all. Castiel sat before Sam and looked at his hands. Jesus would know what to do, he thought, he usually did.
