Dean and Cas stood in the snowy courtyard located in the middle of the motel. "Cas, why are we out here?" Dean said pulling his jacket tighter around him.

"It gives you motivation to warm yourself up." Cas said holding the spell book Dean had entrusted to him.

Dean raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it. "Might as well get started. What do I have to do?" His breath was present as he talked.

"I want you to make fire." Cas instructed.

"Sure, seems easy. What's the spell?" Dean said moving towards Cas.

"There is no spell for this. All you have to do is imagine it. Imagine how it would feel to hold it, the warmth, the smell. Being able to conjure up magic is the most important thing for a witch." Cas explained his voice even but his eyes showed his true interest. It had been years since he felt the true magic of a witch that belonged to him.

Dean sighed and closed his eyes. He held his hands up in front of him, cupping them as if he was holding a small creature, and began to concentrate. He brows furrowed and his hands tensed up. A small puff erupted from his palm before he sighed and dropped his hand, mentally drained. "I can't do it." He said frustrated. This wasn't like the lock, that magic was already made he just had to see it, this time he had to be the one to create it.

"Yes, you can, now just focus." Cas encouraged him. He knew if Dean could get passed this hurdle, training with him would become a lot easier. Once Dean tapped into his true power he would know a bit of what he is capable of.

Dean closed his eyes once more and drew in a long breath. He focused closely on how it would feel; the heat in his hands, the familiar smell of the fire, the orange light burning in his hands.

A small fire erupted from his hands as if he had switched on a lighter. Cas gasped as he felt his witches power flow through him, between the bond. It was a feeling he hadn't had in a long time.

Dean was surprised when he suddenly felt a small bit of the heat warming up his icicle hands. He opened his eyes to see the small flame. The flame vanished as soon as it had arrived.

Dean's eyes were wide and a smile was etched in his face. "Did you see that, Cas? I did it! I created a flame! I actually made a flame out of my own power." Dean said giddy with happiness, he felt like a kid again.

"That was amazing, Dean." Cas said his voice uneven. His blue eyes were blazing a deeper blue than they normally do.

"Cas? you okay, man?" Dean asked stepping towards his familiar.

Cas nodded his head. "This is just something that happens to familiars when their witches use magic." Cas explained his voice evening out.

"Should we try that again?" Dean asked already cupping his hands in front of him.

"Yes. But this time instead of thinking of warming yourself up, imagine your brother freezing. The the only way he can survive is with the fire you produce." Cas instructed knowing it would motivate Dean more. He didn't want to use Sam for the training but if it were to motivate Dean more he would get him out here.

Dean nodded and closed his eyes, keeping his breathing even. He pictured his brother standing beside him shaking from the cold. The image sparked another flame to appear. Dean furrowed his brows together and tried harder. His image of his brother changed to a younger version. His brother was now only seven shivering and whining about the cold, saying they should just go inside and that this whole thing was stupid. The flame suddenly flared up into the size of a bonfire. The sudden energy coursing off of Dean caused Cas' body to shake. He hadn't been prepared for Dean to unlock so much of his power so suddenly. The shaking was so intense his knees gave out and his body fell to the ground.

Dean snapped out it when he heard the thud against the snow covered ground, causing the flame to vanish. He rushed over to Cas' side. "Cas? Cas! Are you okay?" he asked worried.

Cas was panting and his body was still trembling slightly. "I'm fine." He said his voice unusually deep and husky. He picked up his head to look at Dean.

Dean's eyes widened and he gasped. "Cas! your eyes a glowing! literally!"

Cas' breathing leveled out and his eyes faded to normal color. "I think that's enough training for one day." He suggested. His adrenaline was still pumping from the magic.

Dean nodded and helped Cas to his feet. Cas was wobbling and held on to Dean for support as he walked them back to the small motel room. As soon as they got inside Cas scrambled to the bed and fell down upon it. Sam watched them, brows furrowed. "What's the matter? Did something happen while you guys were training?" He asked a bit worried.

"There was just a bit of an accident." Dean said unsure how to word it.

"It's been awhile since I felt the effects of a witch's powers and it overwhelmed me was all." Cas explained turning to lay on his back.

"So the training went well?" Sam asked looking between the two.

Cas shook his head. "It went better than well." He knew after feeling what Dean was capable of that he was dealing with potentially the most powerful witch that there ever was. When Chuck first tapped into his power it wasn't anything like this, Chuck needed time to find his true power. After feeling that pure raw power Cas knew he wanted to feel it again, his body already craving the rush that came with it.

Cas crashed shortly after, his body overwhelmed by the feeling of a witches magic once again coursing through him. Sam and Dean discussed classes and how they would both have to balance their new lives with their old one. Neither one wanted to give up their original dreams and so they both agreed to work around their schooling and do magic in their free time. When night came Dean had to shove Cas to the side of the bed so he could get to bed as well. He was too tired to try to fight with Cas to get off. Sam just watched the two cramped on one bed, Dean totally irritated, and couldn't help but laugh. Even so, Sam was happy to see his bother with someone else he could trust, someone who would keep Dean safe when Sam couldn't.

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