This chapter has a bit of information that I got from the preview for 9x04 'Slumber Party' but only a slight amount (just basically that it has something to do with the Wizard of Oz and that Becky uploaded the SPN books that never got published on-line). Constructive criticism is welcomed, please review and enjoy.
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It had been about a week since Cas left when they got a visit from Charlie. She was passing by and found a case so decided to drop in.
"Oz? You mean like Oz? As in the Wizard of Oz?" Sam asked.
"Seems like it. Apparently its a fairy world. You know, Dorothy, the Wicked Witch, the flying monkeys... everything. They're all spilling into this universe"
"How do we stop it?"
"I was hoping you'd know" Sam shook his head, they didn't really have much information on fairies. They both turned to look at Dean.
"What?"
"I think it's time to call that angel of yours" Charlie said with a smile. Dean frowned at the insinuation that Cas was 'his'. But he nodded and pulled out his phone, walking off a little bit.
"What's with calling an angel on a cell phone?" She asked "isn't it kinda like seeing a 'Hells Angel' riding a moped?" Sam laughed, not knowing that she was actually quoting his brother from one of the leaked Supernatural books. But he sobered quite quickly.
"Cas is... he's human now" Charlie stared up at him in shock.
"How...? Did he tare out his grace? Why would he do that? Why isn't he here?" She asked and Sam sighed before filling Charlie in on the events of the last month.
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Sam had left to get some dinner by the time that Dean had finished on the phone. Which just left him and Charlie in the bunker.
"Why on earth did you let Castiel leave?" Charlie said as Dean sat back down. She saw a flash of guilt and pain in his eyes before he averted them.
"It was the only way to keep Sam safe..." he said, and she softened her voice at his wrecked tone.
"That's a lie and you know it" he snapped his head back to look at his friend "Come on, Dean... I've read the books. I know how you two look at each other"
"I'm going to kill Becky for uploading those God-damn books" he mumbled to himself
"I'm just saying that you and Castiel have been through a lot together... You need each other. And, if he really is human now, then he has a lot more to deal with then an army of angels after his head. He's pretty well accustomed to war... But he doesn't know the first thing about being one of us"
"He'll adjust"
"He's going to need help" That was the moment that Sam walked through the door and the conversation was dropped in favour of food.
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Sam yawned and retreated to his bedroom after the case was finished. But Dean was still running on adrenaline, too anxious for sleep, so he stopped in the kitchen and pulled out two bottles of bear. He twisted the cap of one and handed to Charlie before opening his own.
"You did good today... you've got some skills" Dean said
"Learnt from the best" she replied with a laugh.
"I still don't think you should be hunting by yourself"
"And I don't think that you should have let Castiel leave"
"If you're going to bring this up every time Sam leaves the room, I'm never going to let him out of my sight"
"Denial? Good, that's a healthy way of dealing." She replied sarcastically. Which earned her a huff of laugh. "Okay... So if talking about him is off the table, then so is my hunting" Dean nodded. There was a few seconds of silence where Dean finished off his bear and went to get another one.
"Is it Sam?" she asked with a frown.
"Is what Sam?"
"The reason you gulped down your drink in under ten minutes... Or is it the person we're not supposed to talk about? And by that I don't mean the guy you have locked in a dungeon down the corridor" Dean nearly spat his drink out.
"Sam tell you about Crowley?" he asked around coughs
"No. I was in the file room and heard him talking so I opened the door... Demon?" he nodded. "So? What's wrong?" Dean knew he couldn't keep the secret for much longer, he had to tell someone... So why not Charlie.
"It's Sam" he said while looking down at his hands on the table. "After we gave up on the trials... He got really ill, he went into a coma. I tried praying to Cas, but I didn't know that he couldn't hear me. I was desperate, so I prayed to them all... all the angels, asking for help. A few came. The majority just wanted answers to find Cas... But one of them, he said that he could save Sam if he possessed him, so I let him. Ezekiel's still in there, healing him from the inside. But Sam doesn't know, so you can't tell him" he looked up then and Charlie nodded. "And... That's why I had to ask Cas to leave... Ezekiel said that Cas's presence was too dangerous for him and he'd have to leave if Cas stayed" he looked into her eyes, pleading for her to understand "Sam would have gone straight back into a coma if he left... He'd probably be dead by now" she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of Dean's.
"We'll find a way to make this better"
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Dean and Charlie had began to come up with a plan and by the next morning it was time to get started. Step one is simple; don't let Sam find out, if Sam knows then Ezekiel knows. And after the ultimatum, Dean had started to doubt him. Step two would be to find Cas and tell him about everything that's been happening; it was time to be honest for once.
So, once Dean woke up, he went to the kitchen and found Sam sitting at the table and eating fruit, he rolled his eyes.
"Hey" he said as he walked to the fridge and pulled out the bacon.
"'Morning" Dean began to fry the bacon and thought over the plan. "So... I've talked Charlie into having some time off. She's going to stay here for a few days. That okay?"
"Yeah, of course" then he wrinkled his nose at the smell of Dean's breakfast "Dude? Seriously? Are you allergic to healthy?"
"Protein, Sammy. Best way to start a day" he smiled over his shoulder at his younger brother then dished up the meat on to a round of bread and covered it in brown sauce.
"It'll clog your arteries"
"Hey, if I die from a bacon sandwich... So be it" Sam laughed and shook his head. "Oh and Garth called. Asked for my help getting a girl... Seriously you'd think he's twelve" Dean said around a mouthful of meat. "Anyway, I thought it'd be funny, so I agreed. I'm heading down there later today. I'd invite you but with Charlie here and everything..."
"Dude, it's fine. Honestly, I'd prefer to watch paint dry than to watch you teach Garth how to pick up girls" Sam seemed to be considering something "How old is Garth? How doesn't he already know how to get a girl?"
"I don't know. Apparently she's special or some something. It's a load of crap if you ask me but he says he doesn't want to get it wrong" Dean was suddenly thankful that Charlie had insisted on going over every possible question that Sam could ask, he was bad at thinking on the spot.
"And you're meant to get it right?" Dean frowned in fake-hurt, finished off his breakfast and left to see Castiel. It had been a couple of days since he rang looking for advice with the case, Cas had told him where he was staying so that's where Dean went first.
Five hours later and Dean was standing outside the 'Eagles Motel'. If Dean hadn't been so cautious about Ezekiel then he would have rang to ask which room he was, as it was he didn't want Zeke checking phone records and discovering about his lie, he'd already phoned Garth to ask for his help in case 'Sam' called. He knew he was probably being over-anxious, but he figured it couldn't hurt.
Dean walked into the reception dressed in a black suit and flashed his FBI badge, asking to see their sign in book. Then he stood outside room 15 where a 'Clearance Novak' was staying. Dean knocked and heard the sound of the bed creaking over the sound of the TV as Cas got up and open it.
"Dean" he said it greeting, a toothy smile plastered on his unshaved face, he had quite a few days worth of stubble. Cas pulled him into a hug, "good to see you".
"Cas?" Dean asked in shock. Castiel withdrew, but left one hand on his shoulder. "What are..." he stopped when he noticed the former-angel's diluted eyes and the memory of him from the 2014 that Zechariah sent Dean to popped into his head. "Shit. Are you high?"
