Author's Note: Thanks for everyone who has been reading this story. From this point on, the chapters are in third person. It's mainly in Sam's point of view for the rest of the story. But there are some other people.
Anywho, let's get some reading in :]
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Sam looked at his brother from the ground. He was curled into a ball with his hands over his ears. Bobby had gone over and knelt beside him trying to rouse him up. Sam looked at Cas as he shot up into a sitting position. The symbol on Cas' chest began to glow blue. Sam watched as blood began to ooze out of the symbol. Sam looked up as he heard the door shut. Bobby had gotten Dean outside for Sam to deal with the crazy psychotic angel. Great.
Castiel started to shake. Not shake as in cold shake but shake as in seizer shake. Sam immediately jumped on Cas to try and get him to lay down. Cas opened his eyes and looked at Sam. The next thing Sam knew, he was being thrown across the room into the mirror. Sam cried out and feel the ground as Bobby came rushing into the room.
"Sam!" Bobby shouted attempting to hold down Cas. Sam got up and felt his head. He had blood coming from some location on his head. Sam stood up feeling all the glass crunch beneath his feet and shower off him. Bobby got one arm down and Sam pinned the other one. They both kneeled on one of Cas' legs. They got him laying down again.
They just needed the shaking to stop.
"You alright?" Bobby asked glancing sideways at Sam. Sam nodded not saying anything.
After ten minutes, Cas began to calm down. The shaking slowly reduced to nothing at all. During that whole time, Cas was still shrieking. It didn't bother Sam or Bobby at all. But why did it bother Dean?
"How's Dean?" Sam asked slowly getting off Cas just in case he decided to start freaking again.
Bobby glanced outside. "Massive headache from what I saw. That's happened once before," Bobby stated.
Sam looked up at Bobby. "What?"
"When Dean first came back from Hell. You were God-knows-where and Dean needed you. I found him on the floor with blood coming from his ears and glass had shattered all around him." Bobby said looking at Sam.
Sam looked at the ground then back up at Bobby. "I didn't know."
"The Hell you didn't!" Bobby angrily said. "The next time you run off without telling us, I would think about your brother." Bobby turned on his heel to the door.
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Dean looked up at Sam who was cleaning the blood off his face. Dean had a pounding headache and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Dean looked around for the painkillers and bottle of whiskey. His ears were still ringing from the shriek Cas made earlier.
"Cas must have shoved you pretty hard for you to break the mirror," Dean said taking a drink of whiskey.
Sam glared at Dean. "Shuddup."
"Bitch," Dean muttered.
"Jerk."
"Alright you two, we need to figure what to do with the sleeping angel." Bobby said trying to get us back into the game.
Dean looked at Cas. He was still on his bed and Dean wanted to sleep which wasn't going to happen anytime soon because Cas was on his bed. "We just wait again. It can't get worse then what just happened." Sam said holding a cloth up to his face.
"Sam, you were just thrown across the room by an angel. He's a frickin' angel. I can get a lot worse." Bobby said.
"I vote we sleep," Dean got up and laid on the couch that was in the room. "We need to sleep and heal up."
"True, that isn't much we can do until Cas wakes up and tells us what's going on." Sam agreed with Dean.
"Fine Sleeping Beauties," Bobby opened the door but stopped before he walked out of the room. "Don't forget, we're in a middle of a war. Don't get too comfy." With that, Bobby left.
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It was weird. It was like watching a TV but not really watching a TV. Castiel was watching himself. It wasn't an out of body experience. It was different. Castiel knew he was in his body but he could see everything going on around him. He had watched himself laying on the ground bleeding and hurt for two days before Sam and Dean found him. Castiel wondered what took them so long.
Watching Sam and Dean talk over his body was weird. He was trying to reply to them but he couldn't. He could hear himself talk but no one could hear him. Castiel looked up and cursed when Nicholas walked in.
Castiel watched the whole ordeal unfold. He wanted Nicholas pin Dean to the wall and then Sam and Nicholas talk. Dean really needed to learn how to keep his mouth closed. That was a skill Castiel was going to have to teach him when he woke up. You never talked to angels that way. If you did, many of them liked to hurt the owner of the mouth.
Later, Castiel found himself back in the motel room. They were talking about him again and then Cas started to wake up. It was interesting for Castiel to watch himself waking up. He was muttering something but he couldn't figure out what he was muttering. Castiel jumped back when he started to shriek. Now he knew what he was saying. He was trying to get his soul or spirit or whatever back in his body. It wasn't working. It was only hurting Dean in the process.
Watching yourself have a seizer was not fun. Castiel felt really bad about throwing Sam into the mirror and breaking it. It looked like it hurt. Especially when Sam got up and he was bleeding from a head wound. It took both Bobby and Sam to hold down Cas. Castiel was guessing that Bobby took Dean out because the more he shrieked, the more he would hurt Dean.
Cas then fell back on to the bed and shrieked no more. Castiel was happy. It was hard to watch yourself like that. To watch yourself go out of control and you had not control over what you were doing. More people didn't like it. Castiel hated it. He liked having control over his body and right now, he didn't have any.
Dean soon fell asleep and Castiel watched him. He knew Dean was having nightmares because of the fear that was rippling across his face. The fear and pain. If only Sam knew what Dean went through every night, Sam might help him. Castiel knew he would try and help Dean if he could. The only thing that was going to help Dean was himself.
Floating in the air, Castiel began to see something else. He began to see blackness. Castiel gasped trying to breathe and see what was going on. Nothing changed. The next thing he knew, Castiel was back in his body.
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Sam jumped up when he heard a giant gasp. He fiddled with the lamp trying to turn it on. Sam looked over at what was suppose to be Dean's bed but was now Cas' and saw that Cas had woken up. Sam glanced back over at his brother who was out cold. It was more than likely the combination of being pinned to a wall, the headache from Cas, the painkillers, and the whiskey that had knocked him out cold. There was no way Sam was going to get Dean to wake up.
"Cas?" Sam asked as Cas was sitting up in bed gasping for air. "Cas can you hear me?"
A hand whipped out and hit Sam in the face. "Yes, now shh."
Sam held his cheek where Cas had hit him. "Uhh..."
"Shh," Cas muttered holding his head. After a couple minutes, Cas looked up at Sam.
"Cas, what happened?" Sam asked sitting on the bed beside Cas.
Cas shook his head and filled Sam in what had happened at the house. "I saw everything after I was knocked out. I saw what happened to you and Dean with Nicholas and then what I did to you guys here." Sam saw Cas looked over at the remains of the mirror. "Sorry 'bout that..."
Sam chuckled. "It's alright."
Cas looked at the mark on Sam's head. "I made you bleed."
"It's alright, really. You've made me bleed before," Sam said. It was true. On several occasion when Cas needed their help. It was always the dangerous stuff he needed help with too. Not the simple stuff. Every time it was dangerous.
They both heard a snore and looked over at Dean. He really was out. "Why is he asleep?"
"Well Cas, for one thing, it's three in them morning. Most people are asleep at this hour." Sam said pointing to the clock.
"But you aren't," Cas stated.
"That's because you woke me up," Sam point out.
"Oh."
"Anyway," Sam said. "When you were acting weird earlier, you were talking in your angel voice. Dean can't handle that and he has a massive headache."
"I know that," Cas said confused on why Sam was telling him things he already knew.
"Then why are you asking me why Dean was still asleep?" Sam was frustrated with Cas now.
"I know what I did to him but how is he still asleep with us talking?" Cas clarified what he was asking before.
Oh. "He drank whiskey and pain medication." Sam simply said.
They didn't say anything for a while. They would wait until Dean and Bobby were bother awake and in the room to continue the conversation. "I'm going back to bed. You do whatever you do at night." Sam crawled back into bed falling asleep within minutes leaving the angel unsure of what to do.
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"Mhmmm..." Dean groaned rolling over on to the floor. Dean's eyes shot open and he looked around him. How the hell did he get on the floor? Dean remembered everything that happened last night. The piercing headache that was still here but not as bad, the screeching Cas and the bleeding Sam. They had had one hell of a night. Dean leaned his head back to see Cas looking down at him.
"Hello there Dean." Cas said with his hands in his trench coat pocket.
Dean rolled over into his stomach and looked at Cas. "When did you wake up?"
"Three in the morning."
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Dean was a little frustrated that Sam or Cas hadn't woken him up.
"C'mon man, you had a killer headache last night. Would you have wanted me to wake you up? Besides, you had whiskey and pain killers. You overdosed more then you usually do." Sam said as Dean was sitting up.
Dean nodded in agreement. "Well...ya." Dean stood up and grabbed his clothes. "After I get a shower, you, me, and Sam are having a talk. Sam call Bobby." Dean said walking over the bathroom.
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"Tell me again, they did what to you?" Bobby asked. Bobby had been three hours away from here doing something. They didn't know what and they didn't know if they wanted to know.
"I told you already," A frustrated Cas said. He had repeated his story five or six times. It was still hard to believe. Cas at this point was shirtless with the symbol on his chest so we could see it. Sam was on the laptop trying to figure out what it meant while Dean and Bobby were flipping through some books that Bobby had brought with him.
"Hey Bobby, remind me again why you brought these books?" Dean asked looking up from the book he was looking at completely interrupting Cas.
Bobby shrugged. "I take some books with me everywhere just in case I'm in a situation like this." Bobby flipped through a couple more pages and shut the book. "There's nothing in this one."
"Cas tell me again why you are suppose to take blood from me," Dean leaned back on the bed resting against the head board.
Cas looked at Dean frustrated. They had been making him repeat everything five or six times and he was getting really frustrated with them. "I don't know. They told me I had to."
"Why me? Why not Bobby or Sammy?" Dean asked rubbing his head. His headache was back from earlier. It was a pounding one right behind his eyes. The worst of all headaches. Possibly worse than a hangover. Well…. maybe not that bad but still, it hurt.
"What battle are you suppose to lead us to?" Sam asked for the first time in a while.
Cas shrugged. "I'm not sure. They didn't say."
"Would it have anything to do with the demons?" Bobby asked picking up another book.
"I'm not sure." Cas said again.
We fell silent and I looked at the symbol on Cas' chest. I closed my eyes falling back asleep.
"Kelly Clarkson!" Dean shouted when he heard Bobby yell something.
Sam, Cas, and Bobby all looked at Dean like he was retarded. "What?"
"I found something," Bobby said shaking his head at Dean.
"What'd you find?" Dean got up and sat down next to Bobby looking at the book Bobby was looking at.
Bobby showed the picture of the symbol that was identical to the one on Cas' chest. "It looks like you get blood from someone related to Heaven in a special way and then you smear it on the symbol. Then you say a spell or something of the like summoning angels for power."
"I coulda told you that," Cas sighed rolling his eyes.
"Why didn't you, you idjit?" Bobby asked frustrated. "We spent all that time looking up things and you couldn't tell us that little piece of information?"
"I told you but you ignored me." Cas defended himself.
"You did?" Sam was confused. He didn't remember Cas telling them that part.
"Yes, every time I told you guys what happened to me in the house you found me in."
"Well, we need to pay attention better next times idjits," Bobby grumbled obviously upset about the time lost trying to find what that symbol meant.
Sam, ignoring Bobby's remark, shut the laptop, got up and stretched. He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Okay, so what do we do now?"
"Nothing." Dean simply stated.
"What do you mean nothing?" Cas asked. He was obviously getting frustrated beyond frustration with them.
Dean got up and sat somewhere else in the room so he was more comfortable. "We can't do anything. We can't get into Kings Island unless the park is open and we don't know what battle you will be leading us into. For now, we lie low and wait."
"We can't do nothing." Cas growled.
"Yes we can." Dean said unaffected by Cas' sudden change in his tone.
"So we're going to sit around and do nothing?"
"Yep," Dean nodded.
Cas thought for a moment. "What if we try to find out what the demons are doing."
"Alright, you can do that. For the mean time, I'm going to relax. There's not a lot of oppurtines when I get to relax." Dean got back up and went to the other bed. He sat on it and the others looked at him.
"What?"
"Dean, we need to do something," Sam said grabbing three beers. He handed one out to Dean and Bobby while keeping one for himself. "Cas is right, we can't sit here and do nothing."
"I agree with Sam on this one Idjit." Bobby nodded opening his own beer.
"I am?" Cas looked at Sam and then a smile crept up on his face. "I mean I am."
Dean opened the bottle and drank half of it. "Alright, alright, we'll go out and look for them after we finish these beers."
"Why are we coming down here?" Cas asked. Everyone was in the Impala. Bobby and Cas in the back with Sam and Dean up front. Dean was behind the wheel.
"Because this is where we saw Missouri, remember Cas?" Dean asked. "This is where we went to the baseball game." Dean glanced over at Sam and he saw a pang of jealousy on his face.
"Oh right," Cas nodded as they drove down an exit ramp. They took a couple more turns and then parked in a parking garage that only cost ten dollars.
"Damn, this place is cheap," Sam muttered.
Dean smiled getting out of the car, "That's why I chose it Sammy."
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Three hours later they had nothing. Nothing at all. Even when they separated they still had nothing. They had walked over the whole damn city and didn't find a single damn thing. Dean held onto the steering wheel of the Impala frustrated. They pulled out of the garage and it was raining pretty hard.
"Well that was a waste of time," Dean muttered taking a sharp left turn out of the garage. He took another left turn at the light and they were on the highway within minutes.
"Yeah but at least we now know to not come back here again," Bobby pointed out.
Dean nodded his head thinking it through. "Yeah good point."
"But now we have the rest of the damn city to look through," Sam also pointed out.
Dean did the same thing again. "Once again, another good point."
"Why don't we go back to the motel and talk things through and we can see what we need to look at." Bobby suggested.
Dean pressed on the acceloter now going 80 in a 55. "Fine by me."
A couple minutes later, Dean looked over to his side mirror about to change lanes. What Dean didn't do was look back over his shoulder. Dean changed lanes and felt impact in the car. The car began to fishtail and spin in circles."Sonvabitch," Dean muttered trying to get the car back under control. Since it was raining and the Impala didn't have the best tires, they hydroplaned and another car hit them full speed. They slip and flipped and landed on the side. The whole thing was filled with the screams of Sam, Dean, and Bobby. The Impala and tipped onto its side and another car – luckily slower the time – hit them and sent the Impala into a roll that ended on the roof.
Dean sat there dangling from the seat of his car slowly losing consciousness. Dean looked at Sam who was matted with blood and then he looked over at Bobby who was unconscious. Dean looked to find Cas but he couldn't find him. "Sammy?" Dean croaked. Dean then coughed and he sprayed blood in front of him. Sam saw Dean cough blood and knew this wasn't going to end good.
"Dean? Hey Dean, no stay with me! DEAN!" Sam shouted trying to wake his brother up. Sam looked around frantically and saw people gathered around the Impala. Several of them had their phones out and they were calling 911. "Bobby?" Sam twisted around to look at Bobby who was comatose.
Sam heard someone knock on the door. Not the window. There was no more glass for a window. "Hey, calm down, help is on the way," The door knocker said who ended up being a young guy who looked about Sam's age. "Name's Michael."
Sam felt for the seatbelt and undid it. "Shit," Sam muttered realizing what he had just done. Sam fell from his seat into the roof of the car that was covered in glass. Sam went over to Dean but hands stopped him. "No you can't undo their seatbelts." Michael said pulling Sam away from Dean.
"Dean! Bobby!" Sam knew he was forgetting someone. "Cas, where's Cas?" Sam whipped the blood from his forehead but more was only replaced within minutes.
"What does he look like?" Michael asked. Michael began to pull Sam out of the Impala. Careful enough not to hurt him anymore. When Michael pressed his hand against Sam's ribs, intense pain flared up causing Sam to cry out in pain. Michael lifted his hands up and didn't touch him again.
"Brown hair, shorter than me, trench coat," Sam gasped in pain slumping to the ground. He was half in the Impala and half out of it. He felt glass stabbing him but he didn't care. He was slowly losing consciousness. No, he couldn't go to sleep. He was afraid that if he went to asleep, he would never wake up.
"Hey, hey no don't fall asleep. Sam is that right?" Sam nodded closing his eyes. He went more lax then he was before. "Sam stay with me." Michael said. "I can hear the sirens and the blades of a 'copter. Help is on the way."
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Dean woke up feeling hands grabbing him. Not the kind of grabbing he would prefer. "S'mmy?" Dean muttered opening his eyes. Dean looked to see people placing him on a stretcher. He felt rain pelting him and it didn't feel good. "S'mmy? B'bby?" Dean muttered again. He coughed and felt blood come out of his mouth.
"Hey, keep still. Sammy and Bobby are there names?" Dean nodded as he was being wheeled to a helicopter. "They're inside the 'copter."
"Th'y 'kay?" Dean managed to croak out before the helicopter doors were shut. Dean didn't get a response. "Th'y 'kay?" He asked more urgent this time. Dean looked to see Sam next to him and Bobby on his right. "S'mmy?" Dean saw Sam stir and look at him. Dean turned to Bobby. "B'bby?" No response from him.
Dean leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He relaxed and he could hear people shouting something. At first Dean thought it was for Sam but it wasn't. It was for him.
"Dean?" He heard Sam shouting before the blankness enveloped him yet again.
