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Casey walked into the living room, sparing a glance at the man looking out the window. She put the food down on the table. "So did you visit your angel?"
"Yeah," Dean murmured. He glanced at her as she began to unpack food. "I can't eat."
The demonic woman frowned. "You haven't eaten for days." She paused and really looked at the other man. "How long do we have?"
Dean didn't say anything, which for him was a first. He knew taking the souls from Castiel would be dangerous, he just didn't think that so many souls were that old. He was still trying to process all the information that was basically forced into his head after he turned into an incubus. He was able to split his human soul apart when his demonic side entered him to contain the purgatory souls. That cost him though, his personality taking a somber turn. Next he was able to learn that he could easily speak and read Ancient and Modern Greek, as well as Latin. It helped him with the spell that he deciphered to bring Casey and Gabriel back. Though he was able to do all this, he felt off. His demonic side had sense the older souls in the batch, the ones waiting until Dean was at his weakest. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold them for a long time, so he brought Gabriel back, hoping the archangel would go to Sam and Castiel. At least they would have some sort of protection.
He didn't know how long he had left until that point, but it was growing close. Yet, there were still things he needed to do.
"Have you found Crowley?" Dean asked instead.
Casey's lips thinned in irritation. "No, but apparently he really doesn't want to talk to you." She frowned when the hunter began to walk toward the door of the room. "Where are you going?"
"I need to burn some energy," He answered. "I'm going to use it to find leads on Crowley."
"Do you need…" She tried to suggest but Dean had already used his demonic abilities to disappear from the room.
"So what do we do now?" Sam asked Bobby as they sat in Missouri's living room. "We can't just let Dean stay out there by himself."
"And do you expect me to do boy?" Bobby tilted his head at Sam.
"I don't know! But I can't just let Dean run around with the souls of purgatory in him!"
"Actually, you can." Balthazar appeared in the archway glancing back at Missouri who was in the kitchen. "Those cookies smell lovely darling."
"Thank you," Missouri said as came out and put the plate on the coffee table. She sat down beside Bobby. "Now, what is all this commotion about Dean?"
"Trying to figure out how to find him and get the souls back into purgatory." Sam answered with a sigh.
The psychic frowned and furrowed her eyes in concentration. "Baby, as hard as I try, even I can't get a read on Dean."
"That's because his under the protection of an old Greek Goddess." Balthazar answered.
Missouri hummed. "I can see past the power she's given him but…" She tilted her head. "He has changed things, I am sure of that."
Balthazar's eyebrows rose. "Such as?"
Before Missouri answered, the sound of wings echoed in the room as a short brunette appeared.
"Hey guys, I'm home." Gabriel sang as he grinned at Balthazar and the humans in the room. "Did you miss me?"
Crowley glanced at the angel warding on the trailer he was hiding in. When that damned angel took the souls, he knew he had to hide or be burnt to a crisp. He knew that he would be found sooner or later. So when the door was kicked opened, revealing a jean clad Dean Winchester with black eyes and green irises, he was surprised. So surprised in fact, that he dropped the glass of scotch he held.
"Won't you look at that," Dean grinned at the demon. "Must be a first for you Crowley, being speechless."
"Winchester…" The demon raised an eyebrow slowly regaining his composure. "Looks like that angel of yours gave you some juice." All he got bland stare. Crowley felt an itch on the back of his neck from it. "What do you want?"
"Personally, I want you dead." Dean answered, the green of his black eyes flaring in glee. "But if I do that, I'll get bitched out by someone far more pompous than you."
"If you aren't going to kill me, mind if I have a drink then?" The sharply dressed man asked as he pulled out another glass from the cabinet. Dean glared at the new King of Hell and stepped closer to him.
Crowley froze as he felt the power leak out of the Winchester. He turned his eyes to the brightly glowing green ones, shivering as he felt the power try to force his demonic side to manifest in his own eyes.
"Don't try anything funny Crowley," Dean hissed. "Now that I found you, I know what to look for if you hide again."
The demon was silent, trying to get over the fact that Dean had this much power in him. "And why would I try to hide?"
The former human leaned in close to the demon, so he was inches away from him. "Because there are many souls in me that are hungry and think the King of Hell would be a delicious snack. So be good or else I might let them out to go after you." Dean gave the other man a vicious demonic smirk. "After all, I am just a human in jeans. My self control isn't that tight. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," Crowley glared.
"Good," And with that one word, Dean disappeared.
Castiel stared. Gabriel was alive. Apparently, Dean did it, not God. When he went downstairs after waking up and mulling over the fact that Dean had come into his dreams, he saw the archangel there. Castiel had thought God brought Gabriel back to give order to Heaven, but it was the older Winchester. The archangel explained how he didn't see Dean, but apparently a resurrected demon acting as Dean's mouth piece.
"Some dark haired chick that looked like a bartender, said Dean had tried to keep her alive but Sammy-boy here killed her and her lover." Gabriel shrugged.
Sam thought about it for a moment before his eyes widened. "Casey…she was a demon that escaped when the Devil's Gate was opened by yellow-eyes. Dean and her had gotten trapped in a basement and had a heart-to-heart. He never spoke of it."
"Why would he resurrect a demon?" Castiel wondered with a frown.
"She said he's using his soul to contain the ones from purgatory and that his demonic half is causing him problems." The shorter man looked at other angel. "He is trying to convert everything into energy for his new incubus hunger, but it is too much. Casey said he's trying to figure out something before he burns."
"Great, he burns out and the souls are let loose on Earth." Balthazar snorted. "Some hero…"
"Burns…." Castiel's eyes widened. "The tree over the Winchester graves…"
Bobby seemed to catch on to what Castiel was thinking. "That was Dean using the energy." The angel nodded. "But then what next? Use his abilities to hunt or…"
"Balance," Missouri said suddenly looking into her tea cup. Her eyes were unfocused as a deep frown graced her features. "I can't…I'm sorry I can't understand why but that's all that came to me."
"Balance of what though?" Sam asked.
"The souls in him?" Balthazar shrugged. "Does it matter? He's a walking nuke."
"Can't you guys find him?" The younger Winchester looked at the angels, more specifically the archangel amongst them. They all had grim looks on their faces. "And….if he burns out? What happens to him? He dies?"
"I'm sorry Sam," Castiel murmured as he felt guilt surge through him. If he hadn't tried to open the door to purgatory, Dean wouldn't have felt the need to save him. It was his fault.
'Never ol gassagen…'
Castiel froze as he heard Dean's voice in his head. How had he known what he was thinking?
'I'm always with your feathery ass.'
"Castiel?" The angel blinked and looked up at the archangel calling his name. "What's wrong?"
"I…" Castiel frowned as he felt the urge to lie to Gabriel. He suddenly didn't want anyone to know about him hearing Dean.
"Cas?" Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel as he stepped back, away from them.
"What's going on?" Gabriel asked. The younger angel didn't answer, but instead evaded the fingers out stretched toward him. The archangel's eyes narrowed and he moved forward toward Castiel. The younger angel's wings, invisible to the human eye, appeared behind him puffing out in anger. The high arch of the appendages warned Gabriel to stay away. The archangel stopped and stared at his younger brother.
"Castiel, why are you doing that?" Balthazar asked with a frown. He's never seen Castiel do that. The other man didn't answer. He didn't understand the feelings that were rising in his chest.
"Cas?" Sam called.
That seemed to snap Castiel out of it. He gave a long blink before turning his head to the younger Winchester. "Yes Sam?"
Bobby and Sam shared a look. The angel was acting very unusual – well more than normal anyway. The taller of the two looked back at Castiel. "You okay?"
"I don't know." Castiel answered honestly.
"Maybe we should call Naeara?" Sam asked as Castiel moved away as Gabriel stepped forward again.
"Castiel, you will yield." The archangel demanded, authority coating his voice hiding his panicking concern.
It only served to cause Castiel to become more restless and a bit frustrated at his authoritative tone. He shifted his body, tense and confused. He felt like lashing at everyone crowding, but he knew that it would be wrong. Castiel also knew that he would not normally be feeling these things. "Stay back," He whispered. Gabriel tried to jump forward to grab Castiel only to have the small angel use his wings to scramble out of the way. The younger angel ended up on the floor crawling backwards away from his brother.
"Cas…" Gabriel started, but stopped when a peculiar scent filled the room. His wrist was suddenly grabbed as he was spun away from Castiel into Sam. He quickly turned to see an orange eyed woman crouching beside Castiel speaking softly to him.
"Naeara…" Balthazar murmured.
The witch barely glanced at them as she held out a hand to the young angel. "It is not you feeling these things little one." She smiled sadly.
Gabriel stared. "Well, P–"
"Ah!" She interrupted. "Here I am called Naeara."
"You two know each other?" Bobby asked looking between them as the Hellenic witch turned back to Castiel.
"Something like that," Gabriel murmured. "Now tell me what's wrong with my brother."
She didn't answer the resurrected archangel. Instead, she got on her knees before Castiel. "It is alright little one, we will help you."
The blue eyed man stared at the woman before him. Her orange eyes radiated warmth and truth. "What's wrong with me?" He asked quietly, his wings drooped as they pressed against the wall.
"If I…." She gestured with a hand to her chest. Castiel hesitated, but nodded. The witch smiled and slowly, non-threateningly leaned forward and pressed a hand to his chest. Staring into the angel's eyes, Naeara felt the stirrings of something familiar in the creature. Her eyebrows shot up when she recognized what it was. "I see…" She pulled her hand away and sat back with a small smile. "What better place to hide something that could save you then within an angel?"
Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Dean is smarter than we all gave him credit for." She replied as she gracefully stood on her feet.
Gabriel stared at Castiel, before turning his eyes to her. "Did he…"
"Yep." She replied.
"So that his…"
"That's right."
"How could he know that?"
"I suppose when he took in his demonic part or even when he turned into the incubus. But this could be beneficial to us."
"What in blue blazes are you both talking about?" Bobby interrupted.
Naeara smiled gently as she turned to Castiel. "The young angel here has a piece of Dean's untainted soul hidden within his grace."
He had a piece of Dean inside him? How did that happened? Why chose him, a person that betrayed him? Castiel didn't understand. Blue eyes widened as invisible wings curled around himself at the news. Warmth spread through him, filling him up with something he had been missing since he was told God's word from Joshua. He couldn't figure out what it was, but he knew he didn't want to lose it.