Epilogue: Call for Endymion, for That is My Name.

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When Sam got to the house he saw Bobby's truck parked in front of the front door. He parked the Impala beside it and stepped out of the car with a frown. He knew Bobby never visited without a call first so he patted his pocket for his phone. His stomach sank when he couldn't find it. In a split second he thought he had left it at Eric's apartment but then he remembered the way he'd left the house yesterday. In the state that he was in, it was possible that he'd left it there.

When Sam opened the door, he was ambushed by an irate hunter seconds away from punching his face. Sam thought he deserved it.

"Where the hell have you been, you Idjit?!" was Bobby's greeting to Sam. "I've been calling your number since last night. How long have you been gone, Sam?"

"Yesterday morning," answered Sam in a resigned tone. He could understand why Bobby was mad. He knew Bobby would be furious. He'd left his phone somewhere in the house when he'd ran out yesterday without as much as texting Bobby where he was going, although he always told Bobby whenever he left the house just in case something happened to him and no one would tend to Dean. "I, I guess I left in a hurry and left my phone on the table or somewhere."

Bobby huffed in irritation. "And what's so important that it made you leave in such a hurry?"

Well, Sam could not really tell Bobby that he had molested Dean could he? So, he quickly schooled his face as he trotted along behind Bobby's back into the living room.

"So, Bobby, what brings you here?"

Bobby turned to him and raised his eyebrows. So much for the poker face. Bobby could see right through him but he was glad when the older hunter just huffed and answered him. "Got the spare part for the Impala that I promised you last week. The noise still there?"

"Yeah and I've tried to look under the hood but couldn't find the problem." Sam heaved a sigh as he wandered to his desk looking for his phone.

Bobby's attention was drawn to a spell book that Sam had unearthed from the pile of papers on his much cluttered desk. He picked it up and brought it to the couch as he muttered, "Better bring the car back to my garage and give her a thorough check."

"Yeah sure, Bobby. You know the best," Sam told him. He only glanced at him briefly before resuming his search. When he couldn't find it, he went to the kitchen and finally found the phone on top of the counter where he'd put it to unload the laundry after talking to Nora yesterday.

There were fifteen miscalled and three messages, all from Bobby. He quickly deleted them.

"How's the progress on the curse? Find anything, yet?" Bobby called out from the living room.

Sam walked back to the living room and put his phone in his jean's pocket. "Uh, Well, Nora has a theory. She's working on identifying the elements in the ingredients for the original spells and comparing them to the altered spell. I've sent her the full translation of the whole script and we're working on it." He noticed Bobby had occupied the worn couch again, so he leaned his hip on the side of the table.

Bobby made a noncommittal grunt to acknowledge Sam's words while his eyes were still glued to the pages of the book in his hand. "Unlike any other spell we've encountered, this one sounds like a poem to me and the list of the ingredients were dotted about in the verse as part of the spell itself," noted Bobby.

"That's what I thought too. Nora sent me that book for comparison but the spells in there are very different in structure than the Endymion spells. After I sent her the full translation of the spell and the script, she agreed with me and said the elements of each ingredient represented in the spell play an important part in the structure and construction of the spell itself. We're hoping that we'll be able to create the reversal spell by following the same structure as the Endymion spell." Sam took a long deep breath before continuing, "Never thought that witchcraft would be this hard."

"This isn't ordinary stuff used by witches who usually get their spells straight from books and scripts. What we're doing here is spell creation, or spell alteration seeing as we have the original reversal spell in hand. It's high level magic."

Sam nodded his head mutely as his mind was already on the spell. Bobby closed the book and rose up from the couch. "Have you tried to summon the cherub again?"

Bobby's question made the gears inside Sam's head grind to a halt. After his failed attempt at summoning the cherub after they'd found out about Dean's soul escaping Hell, he'd never thought about it again. He wondered what Bobby was up to by suggesting it now.

"I don't think that's necessary seeing as she didn't help me with anything related to the spell. And, she didn't show up when I summoned her the second time, why do you think she would show up now?"

"I dunno. Just making a suggestion seeing as she's the only magical creature that seems harmless. Who knows, maybe she knows a thing or two about a spell for bonding souls," said Bobby as he stood in front of Sam, thrusting out his hand, palm up.

Sam frowned, looking up and down from Bobby's hand to his exasperated face. "What?"

"The keys?" said Bobby pointedly. For a split second Sam thought Bobby had gone mad but then he remembered their previous conversation about the Impala. So, he quickly fished the keys out of his pocket and dropped them into Bobby's palm.

Bobby snatched the keys with a huff and a roll of his eyes before walking out of the living room. "I've left the truck's keys in the bedroom. Oh, and I've checked on Dean and fixed his shirt. What were you thinking leaving his shirt open like that for a whole night with no blanket? D'you want him to get pneumonia?"

Sam's mouth was gaping open and his eyes were wide when he stuttered. "I…I…uh…"

Bobby stopped just short of the front door before turned back around to fully face Sam. "Listen Sam, whatever happens, whether it's cabin fever or some other shit, at the end of the day, he's still your brother. You saved him from Hell, Sam. D'you think it matters to him what you did?" asked Bobby softly as he looked at Sam with a keen understanding in his eyes. Sam thought Bobby knew what he'd done with Dean and for the next few minutes his heart beat twice as fast but then Bobby continued. "It's done. You've cast the spell, now you have to finish what you started and find the damn reverse."

What could Sam say to that other than agreeing with Bobby and nodding his head? He took a deep breath and let it out, huffing. Even if he was sure that what had happened a week ago wasn't cabin fever. He'd been very much aware of the presence of the pull ever since he'd cast the spell on Dean. He just thought that he would be stronger. He loved Dean, loved him so much. Sam knew that the spell wouldn't have worked if there hadn't already been a strong bond between them. It was just that Sam knew that taking Dean without his consent was wrong; No matter whether it was a spell or not. He figured this would be the first thing they'd need to talk about when Dean woke up. When, not if.

"Sure, Bobby!" said Sam with a firm nod.

"Good!"

Bobby then opened the front door and strode over to the Impala. He did not say anything else because there was nothing more to be said. Sam stood on the porch until the Impala turned around the corner of the dirt road leading from the house and he couldn't see it anymore. Then, he walked back inside and locked the door firmly behind him. He'd got a cherub to summon.

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Sam was officially screwed.

He was crouching under his desk clamping both hands on his ears. He was sure they were bleeding. The last time he'd summoned the cherub this hadn't happened. Now, there was a gale of wind buffeting around the room, sending Sam's papers flying and his paraphernalia was scattered in every direction. The ground was shaking making the wood paneling rattle. Not to mention the ringing. There was this high pitch ringing that blew through Sam's eardrums. He thought of Dean. He was worried what was happening to him at the other side of the room.

Finally, when the papers stopped flying and the ground stopped shaking; Sam dared to crawl from under the table. His ears were still ringing and felt like they'd been being stuffed with cotton. He looked around the wrecked room and jumped in surprise when his gaze fell on a strange man with a grey coat who stood in the middle of the room looking confused.

What the hell?!

Sam gasped and hurriedly crawled backwards, head hitting the heel of his overturned chair in the process. He grappled with the chair for few seconds while the strange man was tilting his head to the side looking at him oddly. After hitting his elbow on the chair twice and knocking his head once again, he finally stood up, muscles tensed, ready to fight.

"Who are you?" screamed Sam. He could barely hear his own voice due to the cotton-effect in his ears. The strange man opened his mouth and said something but he couldn't hear a thing. Sam didn't dare take his eyes off the strange man but he glanced out of the corner of his eyes frantically trying to spot a usable weapon. If this guy was a cherub then he was one grouchy cherub and he could be dangerous.

The strange man in a grey long coat spoke again but Sam could only hear a garbled noise seemingly from the other side of a ten mile long pipe. In the next blink of an eye, the strange man had disappeared only to reappear right next to Sam touching his finger to Sam's temple.

Sam scrambled backwards, cursing furiously as he planted his back to the wall. "What the …"

"Sam Winchester. I am an Angel of the Lord. My name is Castiel."

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So, Castiel was an angel. Not a cherub or any kind of lesser angel but an angel with capital A. An honest to God, angel of the lord. That was what he'd said. He proved it by fixing Sam's hearing and he said something about heaven having work for the Winchesters. Whatever the hell that meant.

"The Righteous Man?" asked Sam, bewildered.

"Yes," answered the angel, Castiel in an emotionless, almost robotic drone of his deep, strong voice. "We were led to believe that your brother was supposed to be the one who fall as was your father but we had not anticipated this turn of events. There was a small ripple in the timeline but the prophecy still managed to be fulfilled."

"What're you talking about? What prophecy?"

"I don't come because of your summons Sam," said Castiel. "I am here because of your brother's soul."

"Do you know where Dean's soul is?" breathed Sam, full of hope.

"I am sorry, no."

Sam did not think the angel was sorry at all.

"But I must ask. Did you do something with your brother's soul?"

Sam thought about lying and he wondered vaguely for a brief moment if an angel could detect lies but he thought better of it. This was a real angel; the only being, except demons of course, who according to Sam's references could bind souls. Perhaps the angel could help him. So, he decided to take the plunge.

"I might … have done something to Dean's soul. But I didn't break any deal," added Sam quickly. "There were no terms in the contract about what could happen after the soul went to Hell. Dean served his time and he went to Hell right on time, as was stated in the deal."

"We are aware that Dean's soul went to Hell and we assumed that he'd remained there all this time. There were rumors about his disappearance but we could not be sure, not until we realized, albeit too late, about Azazel's real plan." Castiel turned his face sideways, looking into the distance as if recalling the events in his head. "We laid siege to Hell and I was tasked with retrieving him as fast as possible… but it was too late. The first seal has been broken and the soul who broke it had already been lost to us."

"I still don't understand what it has to do with Dean," stated Sam, a little bit confused be the talk of 'seals'.

Castiel turned to face Sam and took a couple of steps closer to him making Sam lean backwards. "Lilith is continuing Azazel's plan. She's breaking seals all over the world right as we speak. There are hundreds of seals hidden but she will only need to break sixty six to fulfill the prophecy and the last seal… will free Lucifer from his cage."

Sam swayed backwards, his eyes glued to Castiel's pinched expression and his sharp blue eyes that were boring into Sam's hazel ones. This was so out of left field.

"Now, you see how grave this situation is?" continued Castiel. "I need Dean to stop it. Why don't you summon your brother's soul into his body, Sam?"

"I … I've tried," answered Sam haltingly, as he was still trying to grasp the connection between Lucifer getting out of his cage and Dean. "The spell's altered and incomplete. I've got nothing on spell creation…"

Castiel tilted his head again making himself looked ridiculous. He seemed to contemplate something or he might just have been thinking that Sam was an idiot. His expression did not change that much. "But you did bind your souls, right?"

"Yes. I think I did." Sam didn't want to say any more than that. No one needed to know about the side effects of the bond much less an angel. "Which is why I tried to summon the cherub who told me about our bond. If you need Dean's help then help me summon his soul back into his body."

"I can't," answered Castiel quickly. He turned his back to Sam and walked across the room. When he crossed the threshold from the living room, Sam followed him. He seemed to know where he was going because he walked straight into Dean's room.

"Why?" demanded Sam. "You're an angel. A fully fledged angel, not a cherub. You're powerful enough to do it," insisted Sam. He and the angel now stood face to face just inside Dean's room.

"Because that's not why I was sent here. I have to follow orders from heaven. I can't disobey my orders." Castiel looked at Dean's sleeping form on the bed for a few moments and Sam just stood there staring at the angel in frustration feeling his hope diminishing by the second. "But I believe … an act of love could stir even the coldest heart and wayward soul," said Castiel as if reciting from a passage of a rite. Then, he looked at Sam. "I'm sorry, Sam. I can't help you much."

And with that last note, he disappeared. Sam blinked his eyes a couple of times before sweeping his gaze around the room but the angel had truly gone. Sam's gaze rested on Dean as Castiel's final words swam around his head.

Few days later,

"Wait, wait, wait … Nora, slow down!" Sam rummaged through piles of papers and books on his table to look for his pen. As soon as he found it, he grabbed a random piece of paper, flipped it over and wrote one handed while his other held his phone to his ear. "Uh huh … yes, I got it."

"It was repeated in several other spells. Why would the bonding spell need blood as one of its ingredients in the first place? Because using blood in a spell is considered to make it stronger. Blood is the human life force," said Nora.

"Okay, so I guess we will use my blood, salt and pearl and protective herbs."

"Blood from both of you, Sam. Crushed garnet stone must be added to the salt and pearl powder. I've been noticing things from the other binding spells in the scrolls. The temple of Selene was very famous for their fertility and love spells. Their priests always used a binding ceremony to validate marriages. The original Endymion sleeping curse doesn't have soul binding element because Zeus was the one who did the binding. He rid Endymion of his soul from his body and bound it to Selene's but your altered Endymion curse put a mark on Dean's soul, binding it to your own-"

"So, what we need to do now is actually calling Dean's soul … through mine?"

"Yes. Basically."

Sam thought about it for a moment before dropping his phone on the table and reaching for the complete transcribed translation of the script. He flipped over the papers to confirm something. There was a passage that kept being repeated throughout the book. 'An act of love could stir even the coldest heart and wayward soul'. It was the same as Castiel had said before he disappeared on Sam. Sam's brain was trying to connect the dots between that passage and the constant pull that he felt. Selene was very famous for her countless love affairs, many fell for her charm, no matter if they were gods or humans. There were lots of references in the scripts about sex and bodily fluids as they were used very often in ceremonies or rituals. Could it be?

"Sam! Are you still there?"

Sam blinked a couple of times then looking at his abandoned phone on the table. He could hear Nora's irate voice from it. "Yeah, yeah I am here," said Sam putting the phone back to his ear. "Sorry, I … I just thought of … Hey, Nora?"

"Yes…"

"How soon you can send me the herbs and the crushed garnet stone?"

"Well, I am out of stock at the moment but I think I can get them to you in three or four days."

"Great! Send them to Bobby, please. I think I know what to do," Sam said quietly. "Yes, talk to you later, Nora."

Sam thumbed off his phone and leaned back in his chair. He had been in contact with Nora for the past weeks and she had managed to identity the elements that constructed the Endymion Curse. The ingredients used in both original and altered version of the spell were the same. The only different was the use of blood and the additional spell for soul marking and binding.

Nora had sent him the complete list of elements used in other spells, especially the love spells and binding spells. She pointed out a pattern in all of them. The priests of the temple of Selene seemed to be fond of using sex as a catalyst in their ceremonies since they thought human bodily fluids like sweat, blood, semen and urine were the most powerful magical ingredients. They were considered bonding agents. The dancing under the full moon and the orgy were common ceremonies at the time. Sam also thought that Castiel, an angel of the Lord, had pointed out the passage to him on purpose. The passage was not mentioned in both versions of the Endymion curse but it was mentioned several times in the bonding ceremony and fertility rituals.

Perhaps, the constant pull that Sam felt ever since he'd cast the first spell, the one that was getting stronger and stronger each day, was a hint. Sam was just too caught up in his own angst to realize it. Perhaps, he was not supposed to resist it in the first place.

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A week later when full moon high in the dark sky, Sam laid Dean's body on the porch in front of the house. He did not want to risk doing the ritual outside the protective circle that Bobby had put surrounding the house. Thus, he had to take down the roof above the porch so that the light of the full moon fell on Dean's naked body, bathed him in its silver glow. Sam had managed to integrate the elements of the binding ritual mentioned in the scripts into the original reversing spell.

The theory was simple. The original reversing spell called out Dean's soul from Hell, but since there was no binding element in it, Dean's soul was lost somewhere between the world of spirits and humans. Zeus was the one who did the binding for the original Endymion curse and without it the soul would have been lost and the body would have died. To call a bonded soul Sam needed a new binding ritual. The first spell bound and put a permanent mark on Dean's soul that anchored it to his own soul which worked like a hook and a beacon so the caster would be able to call the soul back into its body. Thus, the new reversing spell must exercise this connection between the souls so that Sam could call Dean's soul through his own soul.

After shedding his own clothes, Sam draw a circle of salt, pearl and crushed garnet stone around Dean's body. Then, he straddled Dean's waist and put a clay bowl on his stomach. First, Sam sliced his palm and dripped his blood into the bowl before doing the same to Dean's palm. His blood, his sweat, his semen. After mixing both their blood with the herbs in the clay bowl, Sam dipped his fingers into the bowl then wrote Dean's name on his chest with blood; all the while chanting the spell under his breath. Finishing the spell, he called out Dean's name three times.

The sharp pull stole his breath, literally. For few seconds, Sam couldn't breathe as heavy pressure robbed him of precious air making him stumble forward on top of Dean. Sam hovered above Dean; both palms supported his body on either side of Dean's head. From that point on, things happened in a blur. Details were hazy but what Sam did remember clearly was the overwhelming feeling of hot burning love and desire. Everything that Sam had felt for Dean over the past two years, even the times before that, were accumulated right then and there. There was not any significant change actually. Sure, the physical attraction and sexual desire were a gradual process, but they were there all along, stemmed from years and years of love, trust and devotion from both of them.

The Winchester boys' childhood was cut off from other people. Uprooted from everywhere they stayed, made dependent to no one but each other. So, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that they ended up together this way.

Sweat gleamed all over Dean's skin the closer he was to ejaculation as Sam's right hand worked faster and faster twisting around Dean's cock. He felt his own orgasm was coming fast and unstoppable. Sam forced his brain to remember the rite as it had to be recited right after they both reached orgasm.

Sam came first, shuddering and trembling on top of Dean, Dean's name whispered over and over. He looked down the moment he felt the warm and sticky liquid coat his right hand. Moving his hand to cup around the slit, Sam gathered Dean's semen in his palm. He called out Dean's name and read the last passage of the spell out loud. As he slammed his right palm down on top of Dean's chest smearing the semen with the blood and sweat that were already there, a strong windstorm answered him. It was not like the time when Castiel first showed up. The wind seemed to be coming from every direction, blowing around in circle with Sam and Dean at the centre creating the eye of the hurricane.

"Sammy…"

Sam choked on his words. It was in his head, Sam was sure. And not only that, there was another presence too. It was familiar, like finally he'd an answer for all his longing, like coming home from a very long and arduous journey. He felt his soul embraced by this new presence intimately as they blissfully coiled around each other, happily sharing everything that he felt with it. It was Dean, Sam knew. Dean was coming home.

Sam leaned forward to capture Dean's lips in his, prying them open with his tongue. Warm powerful energy flowed from his chest into his mouth. It transferred from his mouth to Dean's mouth as Sam's tongue licked around it.

It was few seconds later, or minutes, or hours, could have been eons that Sam realized that Dean's lips were moving. He reluctantly leaned back, eyes roaming over Dean's face. The moon still provided enough illumination that there could be no mistake that there was movement beneath Dean's closed eyelids. Sam was then granted the most beautiful sight as Dean's eyes fluttered open.

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Sam fixed a couple of sandwiches in the kitchen for breakfast. It was a wonderful surprise to find out that Dean's body could function normally after the sleeping curse released its hold on it. Nothing much more than a few sore muscles and cricks here and there, not unlike when one woke up from a deep sleep. Even more surprising was the fact that Dean seemed to accept everything in his stride.

He was disoriented at first, looking at Sam then at his smeared chest with questions in his eyes. Sam quickly ushered him inside the house where it was warm and guided him to the bathroom. Dean seemed to get it once he was there and went under the shower without prompting while Sam used a wet towel to clean himself. Sam made himself busy with fetching his clothes from the porch, getting dressed and preparing Dean's clothes and putting them on the sink before closing the bathroom door and waiting anxiously outside.

Dean seemed to be taking a very long time to shower. Sam was about to break in to check on him, worried that his brother was going to disappear on him or fall asleep again and this time forever or worse dropped dead. He imagined all of the hundreds of ways the spell could have failed. He hovered and fretted around Dean from the moment he walked out of the bathroom. Dean still looked confused as he tried to make sense of it all. He sat on the end of the bed with eyes downcast. Sam stood agitated in front of him, switching his weight from one leg to the others, willing his brother to raise his head and look at him.

"What happened, Sam?"

It was the most beautiful sound that Sam had ever heard. He had just then realized that Dean hadn't said a word ever since he'd woken up. Dean raised his head and looked at him in the eyes and Sam couldn't help but to tell him … not everything but the censored version of everything. But Dean was smart. From the state that he was in when he woke up, Sam was sure that he already knew what Sam had done to wake him up. During Sam's tale, Dean sat unmoving on the bed listening intently and when Sam's voice tapered off at the end of his long story, Dean rose up and walked closer to him.

Sam let out a long, deep sigh as Dean's arms wrapped around him feeling like he had shed all of the burden from his shoulders the moment Dean hugged him. He hugged him back, of course, circling his own long arms around Dean's back and holding him tight. He was not willing to let him go anytime soon and he was elated that Dean seemed to think the same thing. Sam's mind was still looping around the thought that Dean was alive and awake and with him.

Dean's whisper of, "I know, Sam. Whatever you feel, I feel the same," in Sam's ear brought an elated feeling to his heart. When he felt Dean's arms move to hold him tighter, Sam's heart felt like it would burst from happiness and he could cry.

It was too soon, Sam thought, when Dean unwounded his arms from around him but then he put his palm on Sam's cheek. "You know I ought to kick your ass, right?" said Dean in a very serious voice, yet, the fondness in his eyes belied his words. Then, Sam laughed, half sobbing, half laughing as happy tears trailed his cheeks.

"God! You're such a girl!" exclaimed Dean with mock disgust and it was so very like him that Sam couldn't have stopped his laughing and crying even if he'd wanted to.

They spent the next hours reuniting and talking or in Dean's case catching up on everything that had happened in the supernatural world in the last two years. Dean wandered around the house checking for this and that, noting the salt line and protection symbols. He chided Sam for taking so long to rouse him from sleep and threatened to kick his ass if he tried to curse him again without his knowledge. Sam asked Dean about the time he'd spent in Hell because as far as Sam knew Dean's soul was in Hell only a week. That was when Sam and Bobby had performed the first version of the reversal spell. Dean said he only vaguely remembered Hell because after he was yanked out of there, he couldn't remember anything. Most of his memories were wiped out when he was drifting in between planes. He slowly regained them again when he was summoned to the human plane but since the summonings were weak or not properly done, he could only manifest for short periods of time. Each time, the first thing that he remembered was Sam. Sam realized that that was probably the tug that he'd felt.

"How many times were you summoned here?"

"Dunno, Sammy. Lots of times I guess. It's still vague," replied Dean, touching his temple. "But I remembered you immediately and tried to get your attention. I think once I came into your dreams or something." Dean frowned at the half eaten sandwich in his hand. He sat on the couch in Sam's study with a plate of sandwiches that Sam had fixed for him on his lap while Sam took a seat on his chair in front of Dean, watching as his brother devoured the sandwiches like he was starving. Of course, Sam thought, after sleeping for two years, anyone would be starving.

"So, it was really you!" exclaimed Sam surprised. Dean answered him with a half shrug of his right shoulder.

There was a sound of flapping wings in the room. Before Sam could register what made that kind of sound, Dean had already jumped off the couch sending his empty plate clattering to the wooded floor. "Fuck! Sam, get the demon knife and holy water!"

Sam scrambled off his chair in an instant, thinking that maybe demons had finally managed to break into the house despite the protection sigils. What he saw when he turned around instead was the same shabby coated angel from a week ago. He stood right in the same spot as the first time he popped in.

"Hurry! We must evacuate this town!" said the angel Castiel in an urgent tone.

Realizing that there was no immediate danger, Sam turned to Dean to calm him, "Dean! It's okay. It's not a demon!"

"The hell it isn't! He appeared from thin air! Tell me if that's not demonic!" cried Dean frantic.

Sam held his brother's arms to stop his desperate search for weapons. "He's not a demon because he's an angel!"

"The fuck?!" The look that Dean sent him telling Sam that Dean thought he was crazy. Sam just realized that he had omitted Castiel's part in his story but right now was not the time to explain. So, he sent a look at his brother that he would explain later.

Sam turned his attention at the angel. "What? Why should we evacuate?"

"Do you remember what I told you about the seal?"

"Yes!"

"The seal? You mean the one Lilith is trying to break?" Dean chimed in as he remembered what Sam had told him about Lilith's plan.

Castiel looked at him, blue eyes boring at Dean's. "Yes, but there are many of them … and now one of her demons has found one of those seals here, in this town."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, mirroring each other's expressions.

Castiel looked up at the ceiling, listening to something before exclaiming loudly, "Oh, no! We're too late!" The angel disappeared in a blink of an eye only to reappear again behind the brothers and touched their temples with his fingers.

The next second, they found themselves standing in the middle of a forest with half of its trees burning.

"This is the farthest that I can get you to safety because you need to see the destruction that Lilith caused," said Castiel.

"What the hell happened here?" asked Dean, eyes wide as he took in the devastated scenery. Sam was shocked. The little town where Sam had spent the last two years in seclusion was burned to the ground. All that remained was the rubble of destroyed houses and smoke billowing from the charred, black wood.

"Demons did this?"

Sam looked at the angel asking for confirmation but Castiel averted his eyes. That was enough confirmation for Sam. "No, Dean. Demons didn't do this. Right, Castiel?"

The angel then explained to Sam and Dean about Lilith. About how she was breaking the seals and about how the angels were working hard to fight her. How the angels had received an order to destroy the town if they failed to prevent Lilith getting a hold of a seal. The angels were trying to save the world from the apocalypse.

"This is how you save the world? By killing its people?!" Dean shouted at Castiel.

Sam could understand Dean's furious indignation. Saving people, hunting things, had always been Dean's mantra ever since he'd known about the supernatural. If the decision had been in Dean's hand, Sam was sure that Dean would've let the seal be broken rather than sacrificing the whole town.

"You must understand, the seals must be saved or the apocalypse will be among us!" implored the blue eyed angel.

"No! Know what? I don't think you're an angel. Angel don't do this, angels are supposed to help people."

Suddenly, there were thunderclouds in the sky and Sam could see two shadows of black wings manifest behind Castiel's back. Dean took a step back and Sam felt really small standing there in the shadow of the enormous wings.

"See, I told you," whispered Sam from the corner of his lips.

"Shut up!" whispered Dean back.

"I am an Angel of the Lord," said Castiel with an ice cold tone. "I take orders from heaven and I saved you because we have work for you, Dean Winchester."

Then, Castiel was gone just as abruptly as he'd come.

Dean frowned. "What a dick!" cursed Dean under his breath. "Come on, Sam! Let's get out of here!"

Sam took a last look around before following Dean, trudging through the forest alongside him.

"I can't believe it," grumbled Dean. "I was gone for two years and you're hanging out with dicks."

Sam raised his hands up in exasperation. "It wasn't like I summoned him, Dean. He just … comes and goes as he pleases."

"Yeah, next time he shows up I'll cut his balls!"

"How d'you know that angels have balls at all?" asked Sam just to be cheeky.

"Shut up, Sam!"

Sam had just sent him a smirk when Dean stopped abruptly reaching out for Sam's arm. A look of pure horror on his face. "Baby!"

The moment he said it, Sam knew what he meant.

"Sam! You didn't leave her near the house, right?"

Sam had a fleeting thought to tease him, but Sam loved his hide too much to tease Dean that his beloved Impala was burned down along with the town.

"No, I left it at Bobby's. There's something wrong with its engine, I think. Bobby said he'd take a look at it and told me to use his truck instead."

"Something wrong with its engine? Dude, did you douche up my car?!"

Sam leveled Dean with his patented bitch face, with just cause. "Just be glad I kept it in one piece."

Dean raised his eyebrow. "Well, that's rude. I was just asking. What's got your panties in a twist, Sammy?"

"Oh, come on, you drama queen." Sam rolled his eyes as he grabbed hold of Dean's arm to get him to move.

"Hey, man, watch it! I'm not that easy, you know. Just because I let you fuck me doesn't mean you get to manhandle me anytime you want, Sasquatch!"

"It was the only way to break the curse, you idiot!"

"Still, you've got to treat me with respect here, Sam."

Sam stopped in his tracts to smile at his brother fondly. "I promise I'll treat you with respect once we get out of this blasted forest, preferably into a room with a bed. You'll get all my respect then," he whispered into Dean's lips.

"Your kissing technique leaves nothing to be desired, Sam. I think I need to teach you how to kiss properly," smirked Dean before diving into his brother's mouth.

Castiel, the Angel of Thursday, stood silent and invisible; as he watched the two brothers walk away, bantering with each other. He felt their bond grow stronger than ever before and hoped that nothing would put a wedge between them because even though he did not know their game plan, he was sure that the demons would be trying hard to break the Winchesters apart. To set one brother against the other.

His orders were clear. Protect Dean Winchester for he was the weapon of heaven.

The End

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