Here we are. Let's do this thing!
I don't own Supernatural, but if I did, I would probably rub it in my friends' faces.
Chapter 1
Dean sighed, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he got some good sleep. It had all just been research, research, research.
Dean had been out of hell for about four months now. He hadn't been getting much sleep, nor did he really want to. Every time he fell asleep, memories of hell would haunt his dreams. Sam knew what it was like for him, what he did. He was kind of surprised when he still didn't blame. He had done some horrible things down there. Things he could never make up for.
Dean was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door to Bobby's house slam shut. He looked up to see Sam standing near the door, grocery bags in his arms. He made his way to the kitchen and placed the bags on the table.
"Did you get pie?" Dean asked from the other room.
Sam rolled his eyes and responded, "Yes, Dean. I got your friggin' pie."
"Good boy." Dean answered with a smile.
Sam walked in to the library and saw Dean sitting at Bobby's desk, looking through some papers.
"Find anything yet?"
"Nothing."
Sam sighed and sat down, grabbing a book off the table. He opened it and started looking through the pages.
Suddenly, there was a fluttering noise and a man with blue eyes and dark colored hair stood in the middle of the room. He was wearing a trench coat and was showing no emotion. Neither Winchester brother looked up from their work.
"What do you want, Cas?" Dean asked absent-mindedly.
"What are you doing?" Castiel questioned in his usual deep voice.
"Reading."
"Shouldn't you be trying to stop the apocalypse?"
"Busy right now."
"What could be more important than saving the world?"
"Family." Sam spoke up, eyes never leaving his book.
"What do you mean?"
"We're trying to bring back our sister." Dean said, finally looking up from his papers.
"Well, you're not going to find anything in there." Cas told them.
"Well we can always try, now can't we?"
"Let me try something." With that, Castiel disappeared with a whoosh and a small gust of wind.
"What's he doing?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged and slowly returned to his research.
Three days later, Sam and Dean were still researching. The only difference was the fact that they had gotten five hours of sleep since Cas first came. They could only assume that Castiel had come up with nothing and hadn't returned to tell them.
That is, until he reappeared.
Papers were blown about the study, but neither of the brothers cared. They cared about what the angel was carrying.
It was Elizabeth.
She was in an extremely bad state. She was bruised and bloodied. There were even burn marks on her skin. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with a mixture of sweat and blood. She was limp in Cas' arms, but she was alive.
"Where did you find her?" Dean asked as both him and Sam rushed over to them. Sam took their little sister from the angel's arms and Dean cleared a place for her on the couch. Sam carefully lowered her onto the couch, mindful of all of her wounds.
"In heaven." Cas replied simply, looking at the youngest Winchester.
"But isn't heaven supposed to be nice?"
"She was in heaven's jail, which isn't very nice at all."
"Why was she there?!" Sam asked.
"I don't know. But they tortured her like she was an angel. That experience is horrible for an angel, it must be unimaginable for a human. She must be very strong."
"Yeah..." Dean said, trailing off while looking at his little sister, "Is she going to wake up?"
"Yes, I'm sure she will. But... There's going to be something you won't like when she does..."
Both boys looked at each other, confused.
What could that possibly be?