Thank you all so much for the support. I am sorry this took a bit to get out but I honestly had no idea where to go with it. So it will be a bit random. The original storyline changed a bit on me.
So be prepared for something that might not make sense. Also, soon the archangels will not be terrible. Just throwing that out there. Hehe.
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Chapter 3: Pain:
Castiel instantly moved forward, wanting to protect Dean but the hunter held up a hand.
"I need to get Sam out," Dean said, flinching when Michael walked closer.
Castiel heard the words clearly. Dean had given Michael consent and there was honestly nothing he could do to stop him now, "Wait," Castiel said, staring at Dean with the intensity that made the hunter was to shiver, "What is going on with your soul?"
Dean opened his mouth to speak but there was a sudden bright white light. He whipped his head around to see Michael closing his eyes and spreading his wings. Dean literally watched as what looked like tendrils of pure light reached out to him and he realized this was it. He stiffened and closed his eyes, waiting to be taken over.
Michael hissed out in pain when he felt his grace touch Dean. He couldn't begin to comprehend what he just felt. It was like his grace was zapped and tossed – shoved – back into his previous vessel. He stared with wide eyes at Dean, whose soul seemed to be swirling with an inhuman light from being touched by Michael.
"Well?" Dean asked, peering out of one eye.
"This cannot be happening," Michael said, wide eyed as he tried to figure out exactly what went wrong.
"What happened?" Castiel asked, taking a step towards Dean.
"I was rejected," Michael said, eyes dazing off at Dean's soul again, "That shouldn't have happened."
Dean lifted his eyebrows, "My body rejected you? Nice," he said, "Maybe it's a sign."
"It is almost as if another angel has laid their grace inside you," Michael said, eyes narrowing at Castiel, "What did you do?"
Castiel glared at him, "Why would I tell you anything?" he asked, "You should leave right now."
Michael took a deep breath, debating on rattling Castiel's mind again but decided against it. Instead, he gazed at Dean, into his soul that was twisting with what appeared to be grace. It was almost as though Dean were already being possessed by an angel.
"Can you stop staring?" Dean asked, feeling uncomfortable.
"Have you ever had a sexual encounter with an angel?" Michael asked curiously, "As in…a real angel, not that abomination, Anna."
Dean lifted his eyebrows and let out a laugh, "Wow…way to be forward about it."
"Michael…leave now," Castiel growled, standing beside Dean, who was just shaking head in amusement.
"You know what I can do with a simple touch, Castiel. Why would you try and risk your life for him?" Michael said flatly to the other angel. He stared at Castiel for a moment then smiled lightly, "You love him…a human."
"Oh yeah, because that can happen," Dean laughed at the archangel. He turned to Castiel, waiting for something but he felt a twist in his stomach to see the angel just staring defiantly at Michael.
"I was always curious to why you risked so much," Michael went on, "I had thought you just wanted to save humanity…though I see now I was wrong – well, partially – you did want to save humans but you wanted to do it for Dean."
"Are you done babbling?" Dean asked, suddenly feeling very wary and somewhat uncomfortable to where this was going, "You are insane."
"Am I?" Michael asked, taking a step back. Dean watched his wings swaying from side to side. They then pointed in Castiel's direction, "Ask Castiel."
"I'm not asking him anything. I'm not your vessel anymore so you should get out of my life," Dean snapped.
"What is the point of keeping you alive if you aren't of any importance to me now?" Michael said, trying to sound threatening but Dean could see right through it.
"Apparently, I can see your wings and that makes it reason enough from what I can tell," Dean said simply.
Michael just stared at him blankly before spreading his wings to disappear.
Dean smirked for a moment but it faltered as a wave of excruciating agony poured through his veins, directing into his back. He couldn't help the yelp that escaped him as his knees buckled and he fell flat onto the cold, hard floor.
"Dean!" Castiel gasped, running to him and leaning down to lift the hunter.
Dean cried out again, this time his throat constricting with a scream as the most intense pain he'd ever experienced pulsed through all of his bones like hot irons. He jerked and writhed in Castiel's arms, clinging onto him as tightly as he could, hoping – praying – that the angel could take away his pain.
Castiel had no idea what to do as Dean curled up into his arms, pressing his face into his shoulder as he growled screams. His body was jerking and back arching as he clenched onto Castiel tight enough the angel knew he would get bruises if he were human.
Michael stopped and eyed the situation with utter shock as Dean's soul began to be covered by a white-blue light of grace. He winced when he heard the cracks of bones breaking echoing through the room.
Gabriel was there a moment later, eyes wide as he watched Dean screaming and sobbing.
"What is going on?" Gabriel asked, eyeing Michael, "What did you do!"
Michael turned to him, "All I did was try and use him as a vessel but I was rejected and now this is happening. I didn't do anything."
"Please," Dean cried, clenching his hands into Castiel's wings as all of his muscles tightened.
"What is it, Dean. What hurts?" Castiel asked, running hands through Dean's hair before pulling his face up to look into his eyes. Dean winced but let his eyes open just barely and Castiel felt his grace clench to see a white glow shining from the green.
"B-back," Dean ground out through another wave of pain. He could feel his shoulder blades cracking as well as his ribs and spine. He screamed in agony once more, hating that he couldn't hold it back but this pain was worse than anything he had ever experienced on the rack.
Castiel darted frantic eyes to Gabriel as he tried to remove Dean's jacket. The moment his hands pressed on the fabric, Dean jerked and tried to pull away, muscles convulsing.
"Dean, I need to take off the jacket," Castiel said, trying to soothe him but Dean just sobbed and shook his head, "It hurts so bad."
Gabriel took a step over and noticed the light brown of the jacket becoming darkened and drenched with blood. He gave Castiel a look before kneeling beside them. Castiel held Dean's arms up so Gabriel could pull them through the sleeves. It was hard and there were a lot of cries of pain but Gabriel managed to pull it off. He winced as the blood soaked clothing peeled off of the shirt beneath.
The green shirt beneath was also soaked in blood and Gabriel gave Castiel a look so the younger angel pulled Dean tightly into his arms while Gabriel cut the back of the shirt right off of the hunter. He gasped and jumped back at the sight.
Castiel stared with wide eyes at the skin, which was split wide open just along Dean's upper back. Two slits poured out blood with mixed blue fluid that streamed down Dean's back and onto the floor like waterfalls. They were in the exact placement of where wings would form.
There was a loud, echoing crack and crunching sound followed by Dean's wail of agony and the three angels in the room stared in bewilderment as bones began to press through the slits. They were barely out and covered in red and blue over the white.
"Wings," Michael said, his voice filled with confusion as he debated leaving them to it or staying. He had never witnessed a human grow wings before. He decided to stay and immediately walked over.
Castiel let out a growl and pulled Dean closer. There was another shudder and scream from Dean but the sound died out and Castiel felt fear when Dean slumped limply in his arms.
"Why is he growing wings?" Castiel asked, staring up at the two Archangels.
Gabriel knelt down beside them to touch the rapidly growing bones, "I have no idea," he said slowly, inspecting how thick the arch was, "But from what I can tell, they are going to be massive wings."
Michael felt some instinct inside of him telling him to protect Dean more than ever. Something like this could only be done by his Father, "You should bring him to a clean environment," he said.
Castiel glared at him, "How do you suppose I do that? Just fly with him like this?"
Michael nodded, "Yes," he said, "He is unconscious. It shouldn't hurt."
Gabriel and Michael exchanged looks, knowing this was something they should discuss. As much as Gabriel thought Michael was a complete dick, he knew that whatever was happening was serious.
"Cas…just bring him somewhere safe," Gabriel said, "I'll be there as soon as I can."
Castiel took a deep breath and nodded before lifting Dean up as gently as possible. The then took off to the only place he could think of. Safe with Bobby.
Gabriel turned to Michael, "What on Earth is going on?" he asked.
"I honestly have no idea," Michael answered. It was silent for a moment before Gabriel spoke.
"This has happened before," Gabriel said, "Remember."
Michael lifted his gaze, "Yes," he said, "I do recall that. It was different though."
"Not entirely. He was changed because he had an important task to do," Gabriel said, "That was all the information we were given."
"You were not even around, Gabriel," Michael said, his tone accusatory.
"Doesn't mean I didn't pay attention to the angel news channel," Gabriel said.
"Why did you leave for so long?" Michael asked but he stopped, realizing he didn't want to go down that road quite yet.
"Have you even tried to speak with Joshua yet?" Gabriel questioned curiously.
Michael shook his head, "No. I had assumed he would come to me if there was something I needed to know."
"You go and talk to Joshua. I'll go and look for Damian," Gabriel said, spreading his wings.
"You are the messenger, shouldn't you be talking to Joshua?" Michael asked, staring at his brother.
"and Raphael is the healer but I don't see him doing anything but blowing up angels," Gabriel snapped, "Now go."
"You cannot order me around," Michael said darkly, arching his wings up high.
"Stop trying to show off," Gabriel said, "You know I'm really good at tracking down other angels."
Michael gave a simple nod before taking off to the Garden. Gabriel closed his eyes as he began to try and pinpoint the unique grace of Damian.
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Gabriel groaned as he landed at Bobby's house. He let his body flop onto the couch, startling the elder hunter, who jumped up with a weapon.
"Gabriel?" Bobby asked with confusion, suddenly at loss for what to use.
Gabriel smirked and he laid there, his wings sore and throbbing from flying around, "Don't bother. You don't have an archangel blade and I'm not here to do anything but rest and talk to Cassie."
Bobby shifted awkwardly before placing the gun down and sitting back in his chair. He glanced over, still trying to get over the fact that it wasn't the Trickster.
"Go on, ask," Gabriel said, eyes still closed.
"What is going on with Dean? Why is he growing wings?" Bobby asked immediately, "I can't see them but Cas came bursting through here with an unconscious Dean."
"I'm not fully sure on why he is growing his feathers but I can say that makes him important," Gabriel said tiredly as he still tried to find the unique grace. He hoped to get the word around enough so maybe another angel could find Damian.
"But why?" Bobby asked, sipping from his drink, "Cas hasn't said a damn word to me. He hasn't even moved a foot from Dean's bedside."
Gabriel sighed, "Just let me rest for a moment in silence."
"You're in my damn house, ya' idjit," Bobby snapped.
Gabriel chuckled as he let his wings stretch out across the back of the couch and over the coffee table, knocking over the papers and cups in the process. The bones cracked and muscles were sore from overuse.
Bobby huffed out in annoyance as he stood up and left the room to check on Dean.
Gabriel smirked and sighed as he finally got some peace. He groaned when he sensed Castiel enter the room. With a weary sigh, Gabriel sat up and stared at the other angel. Castiel looked like a wreck, his grace practically flickering with his distress.
"Where have you been?" Castiel asked, noting how Gabriel looked completely exhausted, his wings all ruffled.
"I've been looking for Damian," Gabriel said, "Wow is that angel a hard one to find."
"Damian?" Castiel asked with a head tilt, "Do I know him?"
"You should," Gabriel said, moving a little so he could groom his wings, "He was the hunter back in 1204 who was given the powers of an angel overnight."
Castiel lifted his eyebrows as he remembered, "How did I forget that?" he wondered.
Gabriel shrugged, "I almost did. Nobody has really heard from him since he banished that horde of demons. I've been searching all day."
"You think he will know anything about this?" Castiel asked hopefully.
Gabriel stood up and stretched his aching wings, "Well, he will definitely know what it's like."
Castiel nodded, "Dean's wings are growing very fast. The bones are almost fully formed."
Gabriel lifted his eyebrows as he began to walk to the room where he could sense Dean. Castiel followed close behind.
"Wow," Gabriel said as he gazed around the panic room, "Nifty little place."
"I figured Dean would be safe in here since no demons can get in," Castiel said, "Of course I added in the nice bed."
Gabriel lifted his eyebrows as he stared at the big bed in the middle of the room where Dean was lying on his stomach with no shirt on. He could see the bones reaching from his shoulder blades and out either side of him. The arch was very defined as it hung off the edge of the bed. The bone that extended upwards from there reached across the entire room before the more thin bones stretched out even wider, some even reaching up the wall from where they didn't fit.
"He is going to have a hell of a time with these," Gabriel said, examining as muscles began to form from where the bones started. He wondered if touching the wings with his grace would help them grow faster.
"They are really big, Gabriel," Castiel said, staring around the room.
"I don't see anything," Bobby said, "But I'm not an angel here."
"Yeah…you should probably stay out of this room until Dean wakes because you might step on them and that would hurt…especially in the state they are in at the moment," Gabriel said, "You are like an inch from stepping on a bone right now."
Bobby froze, "I'll be right out here," he said, pointing in the other direction. He was in the process of setting up a desk space just outside the panic room.
Gabriel nodded and turned back to see the muscles forming faster, "He will probably wake up…this part will be extremely painful."
Castiel immediately stiffened, "Again? I-I don't know what to do when he wakes."
"Did he wake up a lot already?" Gabriel asked, gently touching one of the bones. He could feel the grace flowing through it.
"Yes…a-a few times. I couldn't do anything before he passed out again," Castiel said, "I want to help but I don't know what to do."
"You got two Archangels helping, no need to worry," Gabriel said, waving a hand.
"Two?" Castiel asked, "Are you talking about Michael?"
Gabriel nodded, "If this is anything like Damian, then it has to do with Father's wishes."
Castiel seemed to accept that knowing Michael would do anything to appease their Father.
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Next chapter will have a nicer Michael…I don't like writing him being mean. I wrote a story where Dean grew wings before but wow, I'm finding more ways to make it happen. Well, more descriptive over it.
As always, reviews are welcomed. :D
