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As the reaper's blade swished through the air toward's Castiel's chest, Sam lost all hope. Somehow, one simple little reaper had managed to take down two hunters, one ex-angel, and one civilian.

But right as the blade made contact, the door to the bakery burst open. In strode…Metatron?

"Good morning," the old angel said cheerfully, grinning maniacally.

"Metatron," the reaper snarled, turning from Cas to face the Scribe of God. "This does not concern you!"

Metatron stepped through the doorway, and Sam could see the telltale glint of an angel blade poking out of his jacket sleeve. "I think it does. See, you were planning to kill one of my family members."

Sam rolled his eyes. From what he could tell, the new god had tricked Cas and made him lose not just his wings, but his grace as well. Metatron obviously was using the family card to his advantage.

The reaper wasn't buying the story either. She raised her blade, but before she could do anything, Metatron moved.

Quick as a snake, Metatron revealed his angel blade and ran it through the reaper.

Sam noticed that Rosie fainted as life left the reaper, and he was infinitely happier that she hadn't had to kill it herself.

"Hello, Sam and Dean," Metatron smiled, pulling his blade free from the reaper's body. "And hello, Asstiel," he said to Cas, who was hanging on to consciousness against the wall.

Sam watched from the floor as Dean scanned the room for his angel blade, which was at the unconscious Rosie's feet. Freed from the reaper's power, Dean began inching towards it.

"Why are you here?" Sam asked weakly to keep Metatron's attention away from his brother.

"I think Asstiel here can answer you," Metatron said, turning to Cas. "Remember why I let you live?"

Cas nodded weakly as he slipped further towards the floor. "You wanted my story."

"Bravo!" Metatron exclaimed as he turned back to Sam. "But that's not the real reason. You think I need another good story when this world has so many? No, Asstiel here is my informant. Eyes on the street, and all that. His angel radio is superb. I've been watching him."

As Metatron spoke, Dean crept forward to his blade. He reached it without Metatron seeing.

Metatron, caught up in his evil scheme, turned to Castiel. "I still have your grace, you know," he taunted, pulling out a small glass bottle filled with the shimmery item. "If you're good, you'll get it back."

Cas stared at his grace with shock and pain. After living as a human for so long, he was more than ready to not feel once more.

Dean picked the angel blade up and quietly stepped up to Metatron.

Before the Scribe noticed the Hunter's presence, Dean hooked his arm around Metatron's neck and held the blade at his throat. "Give Cas his grace. Now!" Dean barked.

Metatron frowned, and Sam could see him trying to find a way out of the situation. But Dean had him cornered.

From his view on the floor, Sam also saw Rosie sit up, clutching her head. She looked around the room and decided it was best to scoot over to Sam, so she did.

Sam and Rosie sat and watched as Metatron reluctantly placed the grace into Cas' quivering, outstretched hand.

Once he did so, Metatron crossed his arms. "Now release me."

"Who said anything about releasing you?" Dean growled.

He sliced the angel blade across Metatron's throat and pulled out a glass bottle of his own. As the shimmery substance flowed into the bottle from the cut on his neck, Metatron visibly wilted.

"Now you get a taste of your own medicine," Dean said savagely, finally allowing Metatron to leave his grasp.

"You can't do this to me!" Metatron exclaimed, beginning to panic. "I need my grace! Without it, I won't survive!"

"I had to," Cas said from his place on the wall.

Metatron looked at Dean's angry face and realized he'd lost. "Fine!" he yelled. "But you'll regret it!" With that, he stormed out of the bakery.

Once Metatron had gone, Cas unscrewed the lid to his grace and opened his mouth.

As the grace reentered Cas' body, he stood up straight, his eyes glowing a bright blue. The lights flickered, and Sam could see a shadow of Castiel's wings. They were tattered from the Fall, but they were back and still very imposing.

The cuts on Cas' chest disappeared as his grace healed his vessel. He smiled as he felt familiar power coursing through his veins.

Rosie stood up hesitantly from where she sat next to Sam. "You're not a…human?" she asked, voice quivering.

Cas turned his eyes onto her. "I am an angel of the Lord," he said. "And you are the one who gripped me tight and raised me from perdition. Thank you."

"No problem," Rosie said weakly. "Were you an angel this whole time?"

"No," Cas responded. "The other man who came here is the 'brother' I talked about," he said, making air quotes at the word "brother." "He took my angelic grace."

"Was it all a lie?" Rosie asked, tears forming in her eyes. "The story of your family and your nightmares and everything?"

Cas stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "It was all true," he reassured. "I just gave you the human version."

Rosie threw her arms around Cas at his words. "I'm so happy you're safe," she said into his shoulder.

Cas awkwardly put his arms around her as well. "I am glad you are not in trouble as well."

"Well, as sweet as this is," Dean said, putting away his angel blade. "We should probably clean this place up before people start asking questions."

"And can you fix my leg?" Sam asked Cas from the floor.

"Of course," Cas responded, and he placed his hand on Sam's broken leg.

With one touch, it was healed.

This is not the end! There will probably be one more chapter to tie up loose ends :)

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