The two brothers sat in silence as they took in everything I had told them. They had come in earlier that morning demanding to know if it was true, if I really was a nephilim. They said Crowley had decided to tell them about my 'dirty little secret' as The King of Hell had called it.
I told them that I was in fact a nephilim and I told them that Gabe and Cas had been my guardians. I told them that I didn't know who my father was or why I was being hunted and they seemed okay with my answers for the time being. I just hoped they didn't want to go into more detail later.
"When he showed up he filled my mind with all these visions, kind of like a broken up film. Most of them didn't make sense and most of the places I didn't recognize but I have a pretty good idea of who has his grace. It's just a matter of tracking her down." I explained. "So you know who this angel is?" Sam asked. His cheeks were still red from where I had punched him about an hour ago. I punched him once for just being a complete and total idiot, once for giving up, and once for never calling me.
"Her name is Naomi. She's the head of 'intelligence' upstairs. She says she gets her commands from a higher rank but that's bullshit. As of now she's the only high-ranking angel in heaven." Images of her holding a drill above Cas' eye filled my mind and I couldn't help but grimace at what that must've felt like.
"So how do we get her to give Cas his grace back?" Dean asked, never taking his eyes off the broken body in front of him. "I'll have to go to heaven and get it myself." "What?" Both brothers said at the same time. "Look we could try to summon her but do you really think she's just going to be carrying his grace around? Heaven wants me so they can come and get me but I wont go with them until they give him his grace back."
"Are you insane! How are you going to get out?" I looked at Sam and smiled. "Well for starters I wont give up trying to find a way out," Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. "and besides Cas is more important to you now than I am. I'll only be holding you back." "Spencer its suicide."
"Maybe it is Dean but it's the truth. If I don't make it out then I don't make it out. If sacrificing myself means getting Castiel better than I'm all for it I've served my purpose down here, I've helped you get this far and I know once I'm gone you'll be able to finish it."
"Spence, Cas will never forgive us if we let you go." Sam tried. "He will," I looked at the body beside me and grabbed his hand. "He'll understand." I stood up and ran a hand through my hair "I'll be back. Hopefully he'll be awake by this evening." As I turned to walk out the door Dean grabbed my arm. "I can't let you do this Spencer. I won't let you." I smiled sadly and cupped his cheek. "It'll be okay. I promise. But you have to let me go. You have to let me do this Dean." He shook his head. "No, I can't." I let my arms fall to my side and took a step back. "I'm sorry but I have to do this."
With a whoosh I vanished and left the brothers to wait.
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