Okay here it is, now I think we are almost done, maybe two or three more chapters, and yes there are miss spelled words. Sorry.
Chapter 11
Dean looked down at his arm, "Maybe, we... should," Lylieana said seeing Dean distraught, "the spell will be a mean one, but it will work, no seals, no blood just a spell, but it needs to be preformed by two very skilled witches, no offence Dean, but you are an ameture, if you were to perform it, you could die or worse, I'm sorry." Dean took a deep breathe and asked, "What are the odds?" Castiel stepped forward and took hold of Dean's arm the part where the mark was, for once it was quiet, "Not in your favour, Dean," he placed his empty hand on Dean's cheek, stroking his cheek bone with his thumb, Dean placed his hand over top of Cas' and leaned in, "I have to Cas, if Michael has the cure, then I would be rid of the mark," Dean left a chaste kiss to Cas' forehead, "I'll do it," Sam quickly grabbed for Gabriel's hand, Lylieana's eyes brimmed with tear but nodded, "I will get the ingredients," She quickly turned, not letting the boys see her tears.
The ingredients were lade out, the kind you would use to make food ; cinnamon, rosemary, and apples. She also had a large bowl and matches, "Dean, I need you to peel the apple please," he nodded and started peeling putting the peels in the bowl, Lylieana ripped apart the rosemary and crushed the cinnamon, "here," she handed him the words of the spell on a piece of paper, "Recite this, now!" she ordered, Dean began speaking in the ancient tougen like he had his whole life. Shortly, Lylieana joined lighting the match and throwing it in. All Dean remembers is a light, a very bright light, and being pushed to the grown.
Lylieana had pushed Dean to the grown, she was not going to let her family be killed. The light that burned her eyes, she hope not to go blind, she screamed a body spell, so Michael could take the form of a human and not have Sam or the now human Gabriel's eyes burn out of their heads. Michael to the form of a puck rocker for some odd reason. His hair was a bright shade of violet and he had tattoos (more like odd markings the covered his arms), along with pericings and a poke me and die tee shirt.
Michael took a deep breathe, he looked around the room, he stared at the passed out Dean Winchester on the floor, "His he?" Lylieana shook her head, then Michael went over and hugged Castiel and then Gabriel, but stopped at Sam, "I am, sorry." The words seemed strange coming from his mouth, he turned and did a little dance, "I'm OUT!" he laughed, "Take that Lucifer!" Dean groaned, "What the?" He shook his head, and looked up at the young punk staring down at him. Michael took Lylieana by the hand and handed her his Angel Blade, "I think you know what to do," she nodded, pulling back and slicing his throat taking the grace and molding it to Dean's arm, "Castiel quickly healed his brother.
The mark was screaming bloody murder in Dean's mind, the grace was attacking the mark like a vaccine to the flu, Dean screamed in agony, Sam ran to his brother's side, "It's okay Dean, I'm here." Dean stared coughing up blood, making Sam and Lylieana covered in it, yet they didn't even wince. It kept on like that for what seemed like hours, till, it was gone the mark was gone. Dean passed out again. Lylieana let out a relived sigh, "It's done."
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