"Dean. Dean..." Dean didn't even open his eyes. His mind was fuzzy and he just needed a bit more sleep. "Go way, Sam. Unless it's an emergency, I don't wanna know." The warm, deep rumble of Sam's chuckles made him open his eyes. Something was odd... His mind was still hazy, but something... Dean shot up and looked around. "Sam!" Sam nodded, spreading his arms wide to show. His arms! Dean's heart jumped. He had his gargantuan brother back! "Geez, Sammy, it's good to see that goofy smile of yours again!" He got up and hugged his brother, pulling him down into his arms, as he always had to. "It's good to be back, Dean..." Sam mumbled into Dean's shoulder. The brothers broke apart. "Ehm, Sam... What happened to your underware?" Sam chuckled again. "Sorry. It ripped I guess." Dean winced. "Get decent, you sasquatch." Sam grabbed his duffelbag and retreated to the bathroom. While he was in there, Cas dropped in. "Dean, I think we may have had a stroke of luck." Dean decided to let him talk. "Yeah? What's that, Cas?" Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean's casual tone, but carried on. "I wanted to make sure Luna and Abigail were allright, so I stayed with them during the night. To make sure that the demons did not return. And this morning, Abigail had returned to her human form!" Dean looked at him, genuinely surprised. "Really? Wow! That's great news!" Cas beamed. "Is it not? I hope that this means Sam..." At that moment Sam came out of the bathroom, drying his hair. "That Sam what? Heya Cas!" Cas widened his eyes. "Sam! You are... You! I am so glad! Not that the female you was not you, but..." Sam chuckled at the helpless way Cas tried to tell him that he was glad all was back to normal. "It's ok, buddy. I know what you mean. And I can tell you that it's great to be me again." A knock came to the door. Dean opened the door and let Luna and Abigail in. "Good morning ladies." he greeted them. "Goodmorning, Dean. I'm glad to see Sam in his normal body again." Abigail answered. Dean closed the door. "Yeah, about that... How come? I mean, was the spell temporary or something?"
Abigail sat down in a chair, eyeing the men, and angel. "No. There is only one thing that can undo the working of the hexbag. You have to show genuine remorse." Dean blushed as he remembered the appology he had given his sleeping sibling. Sam's eyebrows shot up. "When did you do that?" he asked his brother. "Shuddup!" Dean scoffed, but Abigail wouldn't let him off. "Seriously, Dean. What did you say? One "I'm sorry" wouldn't reverse the spell, let alone on me and Sam simultaniously." Dean threw his head back and rolled his eyes. Seemed he would have to bite the bullet. "Allright then. Last night, I was a bit upset, and I said to Sam, while he was sleeping, that I was sorry. Sorry for calling him a girl, sorry for calling that jogger a jackass, and sorry for calling you a bitch." Luna smiled at his uneasy glance towards Abigail. "And the King?" she suddenly asked. Abigail looked nonplussed. "King? What king?" But Sam's eyes had widened in understanding. "Oh crap... Crowley!" Dean sighed resignedly. "He'll be fine. I said I was even sorry for turning him into a Hell monkey." Cas smiled proudly at Dean. "Now that is true remorse." Suddenly he realised something. "Oh no. I better go release him from he dungeon then!" Sam and Dean shared a look. "Naah, we'll let him out when we get back home. He did set those demons on us." Sam decided. Abigail shook her head. "Still not sure what king, but I don't think I want to know. Dean, do you still have the hexbag?" Dean pulled it out of his jacket pocket. "Good. Now, as far as you know, did you insult anybody else?" Dean thought deeply. "Apart from the demons, no. Not that I know." She took the bag from him and sighed. "Let's hope you're right. Do you have a lighter?" Dean produced his lighter and Abigail held the flame under the hexbag. "I disse flammene faring magi, så sier Loke!" she called and the hexbag ignited into purple flames with a 'poof'. She dropped the smoldering remnants into an ashtray. "There. The spell is undone, and anybody you did insult is screwed. No more turning people into stuff, but no more turning back either. The flames took the magic along." Dean clapped his hands. "Great! Now let's get the Hell out of Dodge, Sammy." he called and started packing his bag. Sam shook his head. "Sorry ladies, I guess he really wants to go home. And I actually agree with him. Stay on the right track, and you won't see us again." Abigail and Luna nodded and hugged the hunters goodbye. Cas took Abigail by the arm and asked her softly: "Could we speak later, please?" She nodded.
When the hunters had pulled onto the highway, Abigail and Luna returned home. When they got into the livingroom, Cas stood there, with his head tilted. "Abigail, was that Norwegian?" he asked. Abigail looked somewhat surprised. "Why yes, how do you know?" Cas smiled sadly. "Let's just say I know someone with Scandinavian ties. So you often use the Norse pantheon in your work?" Luna frowned and Abigail looked at him wonderingly. "Ehm... I do... Why?" Again that sad smile. "It is not of import. Could you do me a favour, and next time you make that kind of hexbag, before asking the blessing on your spell, add this line: "Castiël hilsen Loke og sender sin broderlig kjærlighet." I would really appreciate it." Abigail shrugged. "Sure, if it doesn't harm anyone." Cas smiled, a real smile is time. "It will not. I shall write it down for you." He took a pen and scribbled a note which he gave to Abigail. "Thank you." he sincerely said, and was gone. "I wonder what that was all about." Abigail said to Luna as they started cleaning up the mess the demons had left.
A.N. As you might notice, this story is rolling towards the end. I hope my Norwegian isn't far of the mark. It is not my native tongue, so I let technology help me. The next post will be the end, I think. Thank you, ladysakura31, for your review. And thank you to every one reading, following and favoring. It makes my day, to get notifications like that. Love from Holland.