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Chapter Three
Castiel
Night of the Accident
I was making my usual rounds around, popping into random households where I was needed most. Most of the time the people I was helping were just needed their memory wiped or a simple tap and would be restored to full health miraculously.
The familiar voice in my mind called out. "Cas, we need your help... Sam and stuff. Blah blah blah. Just… Get your ass down here," Dean mumbled. I sighed and looked away from my past 'patient', never hesitating another moment to go to Dean's request.
I flew there, suddenly appearing in the back of the Impala. The brothers ceased talking and looked at me, giving me an expecting glance. "…Yes?" I asked, giving them both a confused look. Dean huffed and turned back to the road, clenching his jaw. "Sam doesn't seem to understand the importance of pie," he explained, Sam smirking slightly as he bit the inside of his cheek.
"I don't understand," My brow furrowed, trying to understand why Dean would call me to settle a nutritional substance debate. "You called me to try to help Sam understand the love of your pie or understand why pie exists?" I asked, still deeply confused.
Sam snickered and I looked at them both, Dean giving me a funny look in the mirror. Sighing, I look back and down at my shoes. "I don't understand your references, Dean." I mumble half to myself and half for anyone to hear. I heard a small chuckle and I looked back up, trying to hide my smile. Dean had that affect on me.
I rode silently in the backseat for another hour or so, not having anything else better to do. Listening to the boys hum quietly to the Guns'n'Roses tape Dean constantly played, I couldn't shake an eerie feeling. The feeling grew, upsetting my nervous system. I fully sat up and looked onto the highway, the darkness of the night surrounding the car. I looked to Dean, chewing my lip nervously as he swerved this way and that. A light rain was falling, only making it harder to see.
Out of nowhere, a semi appeared in front of us; Dean had cluelessly turned into a one-way only road. We all gasped, hitting the truck with full force. My vessel flew up and into the seat in front of me, both airbags inflating as the vehicles collided.
All lights went out. Sam, Dean, Mine. I wasn't unconscious for long, but both boys showed massive damage. I take that back, Dean showed massive damage. Sam had a huge bleeding head injury that was easy fixable, but Dean? Just from the vibe waves I could tell he had some massive damage. Struggling to lean forward, I touched Sam's head and he healed – for the most part.
I flew them to the nearest hospital as quick as I could, rushing the doctors and nurses to find the boys rooms as soon as possible. Once hospitalized and on antibiotics, I relaxed the slightest bit. Sam seemed to be doing okay, he was being kept overnight for precautionary measures and was released to his brother the next afternoon. Dean, however, was in way worse shape. Major brain damage, bones broken from the massive wreck and several of his nervous systems' receptors could've possibly been damaged.
Sam slept soundly through the night while Dean was restless and unpredictable. He'd lash out or suddenly scream as if in pain. I hated seeing him like this. My healing ability wasn't strong enough to mend his wounds and it killed me. Not literally of course, but from all the experiences I've been through with these two boys, nothing is more painful than not being able to help your strongest connection.
The next morning, Sam was released. He had a few stitches on his wounded area on his head but nothing more. A few things were saved from the wreck such as Sam's computer gadget and, miraculously, their father's journal. Sam had already gotten both moved into Dean's room, determined to 'wait it out'. We discussed things about his revival, healing, and other things.
"What do you mean you can't heal him?" Sam asked in a frustrated tone, pacing the room as I explained.
"My healing power isn't strong enough for the damage done," I told the taller Winchester, clenching my jaw as I looked from Sam to unconscious Dean.
"So there's no possible way for you to do anything?" He sat down, looking at his feet.
"Not to my knowledge, no. I'll look around, test out my abilities. Let me know if I can do anything else." I carefully spoke, flying away before he could get the chance to say anything more.
Sam and I discussed things off and on, almost every day I'd be called to help and talk. We would talk about other ideas other than the standard healing process, things like summoning other supernatural beings to help or just letting him survive off medication and sleep. Round and around we would go, bouncing ideas off and onto each other. Each would end up the same. I would just have to put in more research for the cure. Dean woke up a few times and would be quizzed on who he was and what he remembered. Nearly every time he would study Sam as if trying to understand – almost like he remembered his younger brother. "Hold on Dean," he mumbled. "Cas is going to help, just give us time."
He awkwardly smiled and would eventually go back to bed after the questioning, occasionally showering when he had the chance. It was a bit unpleasant for all of us when he would wake up either screaming, angry, or confused. It was like dealing with a small infant.
Meeting up with Sam when I could, I put most of my time into finding things I could do to fix up the hunter. Using ideas I had suggested from the past, I started to piece together an idea. If I could fix up his external wounds, such as his broken bones, and manage to enter his mind, I may be able to coax memories back. Put memories back where they belong, connect our minds somehow. Even if I failed to restore Dean's memory, he would remember more if not most of his past. It would be extremely unpleasant, but it would work.
It had only hit me that I hadn't shared my plan with Sam, even though I had prepared and gotten everything ready days before. I knew he was trying to reach me, so I mentally prepared myself and flew to the hospital.
"Sam," I spoke quietly, looking down at Dean.
"Cas," he weakly answered, trying his best to hide his strain.
"I've had a breakthrough. He can be healed," I rushed out, biting my cheek to prevent the sudden burst of happiness that rose within. He made a strange sound, almost like he gasped.
"How…? Castiel, just two days ago you said it you couldn't. That it was impossible. Now you suddenly found a way?" He asked with disbelief lingering in his tone, his jaw clenched with what I could guess was frustration.
"If I manage to get into his mind, somehow look at the damage the wreck did. Maybe I could fix it from inside, then work on the memory with my healing ability," I explained, a more positive vibe radiating from his body.
"And this will positively work?" He rambled on, still a bit skeptical from what I could tell.
I sighed shortly, "Well… No. But none of the outcomes are damaging, this will either fix him permanently or halfway. Either way, he'll be fixed up." I murmured; my eyes still glued to Dean. "I'll start tonight. Shield your eyes." I warned him and walked over to the older brother, touched his forehead, and entered his mind.
This continued for another few days, I'd appear and enter Dean's mind, doing my best to clean the cluttered mess of memories and emotions. I enjoyed the process, I got to see and understand things I never believed I would. The Winchesters often exposed me to things like this, but nothing this widespread. I'd carefully make my way around memories and put things in place, knowing his memory was constantly getting better.
The last night was extremely easy. Dean's memory was almost complete and Sam seemed to be more relaxed than I had seen him in a long time. I finished almost instantly and left without saying a word, hoping to not concern anyone. I was concentrated, doing my best to get everything finished. Once done, I left without saying a word, leaving only Sam and a soon-speaking Dean alone in the room.
I didn't return after, preparing everything I helped and analyzed for the final part. I knew I was being unfair to Sam but I knew he'd survive without me there. I mean - metaphorically of course. After roughly seventy-two hours, I prepared my abilities and flew off, appearing where my bond was strongest – with Dean. Accidentally flashing in while he was awake, and in the laboratory, I looked around confused. I was in some sort of confinement, a curtain blocking any sort of view. Grabbing the plastic substance I pulled it back, earning a small cry of alarm from Dean.
"Dean," I spoke, looking into his hazel green eyes. "Dean, I think you're ready," I stepped out of the shower, gathering all my power to heal the human. "No no, hold on. Who are you?" He asked, his hands and jaw clenched in self-defense. It had only occurred to me I had greatly startled him, my friend's back pressed against the door and his eyes wide and terrified. "Castiel, your angel," I answered, trying not to look hurt. He looked at me skeptically, "and I'm here to heal you." I told him confidently. Out of nowhere, Sam wrenched open the door, making us both jump. "Cas?" He asked with disbelief and hope, making me smile. With a small nod, I rose my hand and touched two healing fingers to Dean's forehead. He unconsciously dropped to the floor and I scooped him up, carrying the being with ease.
"Allllright Dean," I placed him on the bed and reconnected all medical items Dean sprang free from, smiling happily. I grabbed the paper-like sheet and threw it back over the passed out Winchester. Sam leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, looking as if deep in thought. "Cas?" He asked, studying the room. He looked back up and into my eyes, intensely worried. "When will this take affect?" He broke the gaze and looked back down to Dean as he walked across the room and sat back in the chair he favored.
"It's working right now," I mumbled, "he should be up in around twelve hours." I finished my sentence, gazing intently upon Dean. My emotions tugged this way and that, the bond I had with the older brother confusing my mind. Sam was silent for a few moments and seemed to be lost in a world of his, so I took the opportunity to leave. With one last glance at Dean, I flew off and resumed my roundabout of healing.