A/N I'm really into this story right now, I really should go to bed I have work in the morning.
It was noon the next day and Sam hadn't moved from his laptop, he ignored the hunger he felt.
"To summon an angel you need to capture a demon and sacrifice it under the angel's name." Sam read out to himself. That was it; he was back on the floor drawing a symbol on the ground to capture a demon when he summons it. When that was done he cut his other arm, enjoying the pain as he watched the blood fill the bowl again.
"What now?" Said the same demon when she appeared. Dean started reading from his notes the enchantment of how to send a demon back to hell. "What?" The demon said in horror as she realised she was trapped and what Sam was doing.
"Ok fine, I'll try and get someone else to get you in hell instead!" Sam just shook his head and carried on reading.
The demon looked in pain when she opened her mouth and black smoke came flooding out and circled the ceiling. The body of the girl fell to the floor, lifeless.
"I sacrifice this demon in the name of Castiel the angel! Now appear to me!" Sam said with a strong voice. The black smoke disappeared in a gust of wind and in that gust of wind an angel appeared, wings outstretched to each wall of the room. Sam couldn't quite take in that what he did actually worked; he was feeling a little hopeful that the angel would actually be able to help him.
"Angel, I need to ask a favour of you." Sam said bowing his head to the angel.
"You want me to get Dean out of hell." The angel said and Sam nodded his head. "The only way I can do this is if I can banish John Winchester's soul to hell, forever." Sam's heart broke but he knew he had to agree, it was one thing getting Dean back but they probably would never be able to get their dad back after the deal he made. Sam nodded and so the angel disappeared.
"Wait? How will I find Dean?" Sam shouted but the angel had gone. Sam felt feint and suddenly fell to the floor and passed out. His arm still bleeding through the cloth and the other onto the floor.
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Dean suddenly awoke to the most intense pain he had ever felt. He looked around to find out his was in a freezer. He kicked the door open and slid out of the morgues freezer. He looked down his body; he had deep cuts down his chest that were stitched up roughly. He opened the window and climbed out carefully not to rip his stitches. He found the nearest sign; he wasn't that far from Bobby's place so he began walking.
Bobby answered the door with a shotgun, half asleep. When he saw who was at the door he dropped the gun in disbelief.
"Dean?" He exclaimed and looked him up and down, examining if it was really him.
"Yes, it's me. And don't ask me how the hell this happened." Dean said shaking his head and walking in the house. "Where's Sam?" He said searching the house.
"He was here…" Bobby said and then he looked to see if the Impala was still parked outside. "He's took the car and gone."
"Where?"
"God knows." Bobby sighed and they both left the house and got in his car, ready to track him down.