In The Arms Of An Angel
Air is blowing from, seemingly, every direction. The cold of Hell was gone, along with all of the pain and agony.
Dean can feel strong arms under him. Arms that are carrying him away from Hell. He doesn't know what's happening, he's just glad it is.
His head is pulled back, revealing his neck. One of his arms is crossed over his abdomen, the other reaching down. One of the strange being's arms is in the middle of his back, the other under the backs of his knees.
He attempts to pick his head up, but he can't. He opens his eyes and sees white and bright blue. As he tries to pick his head up again, a soft voice says, "Stop. Just relax, I have got you now."
Dean tries to speak, opening and shutting his mouth, but to no avail. He swallows a few times, trying to wet his dry throat.
The being moves the arm under Dean's back, bringing his head up and his back in the crook of an elbow. Now, he can look around.
He only sees the same white and blue. Turning his head slowly, looking all around him, Dean still sees nothing. "You cannot see me. Nor can I see you. We are passing through another dimension. It will soon pass."
This causes Dean to panic slightly. Where are they going? Is the being going to harm him?
Before any more questions form in his mind, he is being set down. The being is now visible. It is male, if you could not tell by his voice. The being is wearing a white cloth over his muscular body. It has dark hair and bright blue eyes, the same blue from before.
"W-who are-?" Dean can't quite get the question out.
"I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord. I have raised you from perdition."
The being- the angel spoke with authority.
Dean swallows hard. "I thought- I know angels don't exist."
The being doesn't get angry, only calmer. "If proof is what you need, allow me to show you my wings."
Light bursts all around them. Soon, behind the being, there are huge, black wings. A halo of light has formed around his head.
"Now," the angel says, "I'm going to put you back together."
Dean looks down on himself and sees that there are things carved from his body. No blood escapes the wounds, there's just emptiness. Wounds from Hell, he supposes.
Castiel lays soft hands on the poor man's chest, light filling the voids. When he removes them, the flesh is whole again. He repeats the process with all of the damaged skin, until there isn't a mark left on the human's body.
The angel now puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. Bright blue light bursts from the spot, leaving a mark.
Castiel straightens up, tilting his head to the sky. "Dean Winchester is saved!" he roars. Many high-pitched noises erupt around them, lasting for only a second.
"What was that?" Dean whispers.
The angel pays no mind to the question, he just kneels down again, running a hand through the man's hair. "You may go back now."
Everything goes black.