Hello, my Lovelies! This story was a request by CastielAnAngelOfTheLord. The idea is theirs and I hope I did it justice and that you like it!
Something was terribly wrong. All four of them could feel it, the magic and power rippling like oil over their skin, but they ignored it in order to focus more on the witch.
She was very old, extremely powerful. Almost as powerful as an angel. Castiel and Gabriel had easily subdued her, almost without any help from the hunters, but something was still off. Gabriel and Castiel could feel it, the waves of power she was sending off.
Castiel's eyes widened when he realized what she was doing.
"Gabriel, she's performing a spell," he said to his brother. Gabriel looked down at the witch, held immobile on the floor by his power. She smirked up at him and he narrowed his eyes. The witch had almost killed Sam and Dean, and much as he didn't like the older Winchester, he and Cas had swooped in just in time and saved them.
But something was still wrong. Some witches could cast spells using just the power of their mind. Gabriel had known a few such witches, knew how powerful and dangerous they could be. So he delved deep into her mind, searching for the intent behind her excessive use of power.
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He heard the chant in her mind, being repeated over and over like a broken record. He felt her intent, saw her targets, but was too late to stop her. His eyes flew open and landed on the Winchesters. Castiel read his mind and he, too, added his power to Gabriel's, trying to stop the spell.
But the witch was more powerful than they thought, and she easily broke free and the Winchesters were hit. Their eyes widened and they staggered back a few feet, but otherwise appeared unharmed. Gabriel and Castiel knew better, though. They knew Latin, knew what the spell would do.
And they panicked. Castiel slammed his hand down on her head, killing her with his Grace. Gabriel rushed over to the hunters' side, where he was quickly joined by Castiel.
"What the hell was that?" Dean demanded. He and Sam were panting a little, eyes wide. Gabriel shared a look with Castiel and turned back to the hunters.
"You guys were hit with a spell," he said carefully.
"But she didn't even say anything or use any spell ingredients," Sam pointed out, as usual, seeing the logic behind the situation.
"Yes," Cas explained, "but she was much older than we had thought. Some powerful witches are able to perform spells without having to speak or use material objects."
"So what's the spell gonna do to us?" Dean asked angrily.
Neither of them spoke at first, but then Castiel looked him in the eye and said, "The spell will give you the wings and a few powers of an angel."
Sam and Dean blinked in surprise.
"That's...a good thing, right?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"No, it's not," Gabriel growled. "You won't be actual angels, you'll just have the characteristics of one. You'll have wings and a few powers each, but this is definitely not a good thing."
"Why?" Dean asked. "What's going to-" he cut off suddenly and squeezed his eyes shut. Sam was doing the same. They doubled over and groaned, then fell to their knees. A few, pain-filled yelps escaped them and they were breathing heavily.
"What's happening to them?" Castiel asked, panicking again. Gabriel could feel the emotion that he usually had so much control over rolling off of him in waves as he watched his lover and best friend in pain.
"The wings are coming out," Gabriel responded sadly. He could do nothing but watch as Sam and Dean started screaming and thrashing around, arching their backs to escape the pain. The angels noticed two large bumps protruding from between their shoulder blades, and they grew larger as they watched.
After what felt like an eternity of screaming and futilely consoling Sam and Dean, the sound of something ripping filled the air and with a last scream loud enough to shatter windows, wings burst forth from their backs in a shower of blood and feathers.
Castiel gasped and Gabriel closed his eyes. He had seen this before, and it wasn't pretty.
"Are they…?" Cas trailed off, looking at the limp forms of the hunters.
"They're alive," Gabriel said, walking over to Sam. "But we need to get them somewhere safe." Castiel nodded and crouched down next to Dean. He placed two fingers on his forehead and flew, following Gabriel to wherever he was going.
Not two seconds later they landed in a rather large house on the side of a mountain in the Himalayas. Castiel looked around in confusion.
"This is one of my places," Gabriel said, lifting Sam in his arms and heading towards a bathroom. "I come here sometimes when I need some alone time."
Castiel nodded and grabbed Dean before following his brother. Gabriel led them to a huge bathroom. It had two enormous tubs set into the floor, and it was in one of these that he set Sam. He cut off the hunter's shirt carefully and looked at the wings, watching out of the corner of his eye as Cas did the same for Dean.
Sam's back had stopped bleeding, but the skin was still red and raw. The wings hung limp from his back. Each one was about ten feet long, not as long as his own, but still huge. Underneath all of the blood coating the soft feathers, Gabriel could see that his wings were snow white, like most angels' wings.
A quick glance to his left revealed that Dean's wings were the same color. Cas looked up.
"What do we do?" he asked.
"Heal the wings like you would any other body part. Clean them off first, then heal the skin around them."
Castiel nodded and placed his hand on Dean's head. Gabriel did the same for Sam and a bright glow filled the bathroom. When the light died down, the hunters were blood free and seemed to be in less pain. Gabriel made sure that the wings were connected to their backs correctly before moving them to a large bedroom.
Gabriel snapped up another bed, knowing that the Winchesters would freak if they woke up without being able to see each other. The angels set the hunters down on their stomachs and watched with fascination as Sam and Dean instinctively folded the wings to their backs. The wings were long, even when folded, and came down to their thighs.
They looked peaceful, and Gabriel decided not to wake them. Who knows how much sleep they had been getting lately, and a few extra hours wouldn't hurt. He and Cas stood in the corner of the room, watching over the hunters. They were both worried at how the hunters would react, and about what powers they would have when they woke.
But there was nothing they could do now except wait.