"Shouldn't Cas be back by now?" Jared whined as he paced back and forth along the slim corridor.
"It's not easy finding these ingredients in your world. Give him some time," Charlie said as she observed the large portraits of Jared and Genevieve which hung firmly on the wall.
"Jensen doesn't HAVE time," Jared said soulfully as his pace sped up.
"Jensen's gonna be fine. I promise," Dean grabbed Jared by his shoulder to re-assure him.
Sam made his way across to a giant, grey tanning bed which rested on a fluffy, white rug.
The word Ergoline stood out in red across the front in printed cursive.
"What are you? Dracula?" Sam said with a shocked expression as he glanced over to Jared who was still pacing.
Dean saw the object Sam had been looking at and curiously walked over to him. He grasped at the opening of the tanning bed and pulled it open as the sound of escaping air shot of the corners of the machine.
"George Hamilton Dracula," Dean smirked.
Suddenly, a strong breeze smashed into the white silky curtains which sent them flying to the left of the window. Castiel appeared in front of them with a clear glass vial of thick blood, a glistening red fruit from the tree of life, an old ripped out parchment of a book, an empty vial and a metallic syringe.
"Hello," Cas grunted as he took a few steps towards Sam and Dean.
"Do you have everything?" Sam asked
"Yes. All except for the Archangel Grace," Castiel looked down at the empty vial then up at Dean.
"Where are we gonna get that? There aren't any dicks with wings here, well except for Cas. Which on normal circumstances I would celebrate but correct me if I'm wrong… Dont we need an Archangel TO GET Archangel grace," Dean sarcastically blurted as he whipped his hands around.
"We do have an Archangel. Well sort of," Castiel stared into Dean's green eyes with sincerity.
"Michael," Sam puffed, frozen in place.
Dean creased his eyebrows and parted his mouth as his heart began to race. He had just then realised that the agonising headaches that Michael had inflicted due to his repetitive pounding had silenced since they'd arrived in this world.
"Just so you know… after this I'm gonna need some new clothes," Dean gestured down his body.
"You can borrow some of mine," Jared broke the silence as he stepped forward.
"Ok. Well what are we waiting for. Let's get this over with," Dean harshly removed his jacket as he chucked it onto the coffee table beside him.
"You might want to lay down for this Dean. It isn't pleasant," Castiel pulled out a metallic syringe and inserted his thumb into a hoop on the top and his index and ring finger into the two hoops on the side.
Dean peered around the room and began to walk towards the black three-seater couch. His bottom sunk deep into the memory foam as he rested his back against a couple of pillows.
"Are you ready Dean?" Castiel asked with concern.
"Here. Give him this," Jared unclipped his leather belt and pulled it through the hoops in his jeans. He flipped the belt over and folded it twice as he ran over to Castiel.
"I got it," Charlie grabbed the belt off of Jared and carefully wedged it in Dean's mouth.
"You good?" Sam asked Dean as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
Dean nodded as he saw Castiel creep closer with the giant needle growing nearer to his neck. He shut his eyes and tried to revert his attention to something else.
"Blueberry pie, cherry pie, meat pie, hot women, porn, lots of porn," Dean mouthed to himself as he could feel the stares of everyone in the room.
Suddenly Dean felt an enormous shooting pain in the side of his throat as if a knife was slowly cutting shapes out of his veins and arteries. His mouth peered open as a scream of absolute agony echoed through the room.
The vile in the syringe had begun to glow a bright blue as wisps of grace floated around inside. Dean's cries grew less and less intense as the grace was sucked into the tube.
"I don't know how much longer Dean can hold out," Castiel looked at Sam and Charlie with concern and panic.
"What do you mean?" Sam stared wide eyed at Cas.
Dean's eyes began to flutter as he started to wheeze with a shortened inhale.
"I can try and speed up the process but it's risky," Castiel said as he stopped pulling on the end of the syringe.
"Risky? How?" Sam felt a tear form in the corner of his eye.
"If I dig the needle in deeper, I can extract more grace in less time," Castiel paused.
"But, it'll take a bigger toll on Dean's body and will take longer for him to heal," Cas glanced down at Dean who's eyes were barely open.
"Do what you need to do," Jared interrupted.
"Sam?" Castiel looked at Sam, waiting for confirmation.
"Do it," Sam struggled to speak as another tear trickled down his cheek.
Castiel grabbed a firmer grasp of the needle and lodged it further into Dean's neck. Dean's head craned backwards against the pillow as another loud cry of torture filled everyone's ears.
Blood began to spill out of Deans nose as it collected at his lip and dripped onto the couch. The bright blue grace had reached the top of the syringe as drops of blood leaked out of the corner of Dean's eyes.
Castiel removed the needle from Dean's neck as he placed it carefully next to the jumper on the coffee table.
He secured two fingers on Dean's forehead as a shining light peaked through every crevasse of Dean's body. The blood disappeared from his stained cheeks and his breathing had returned to normal.
"He should be fine," Castiel said as he removed his fingers from Dean's head.
Sam let out a sigh of relief as he peeked over the couch to see Dean's current condition.
"What do we do now? How do we create this portal?" Jared asked.
"Would you be able to get us a large bowl and a knife?" Castiel questioned Jared as he saw him walk towards the kitchen.
"To make this a quick and easy mission, you and Dean will come with me into this alternate alternate universe. Charlie and Jared will stay here," Castiel stated as he directed the message to Sam.
"Hey. Why does Dean get to go and not me? He doesn't look like he's in particularly good condition to go dimension hopping," Charlie complained as she gestured at Dean.
"Because. He undoubtedly is the only person here who has seen this show. So in order to get to this universe you have to know exactly where you're going or you'll just end up in a black void," Castiel explained.
Jared returned holding a silver bowl and a long and thick jagged edged knife. He placed it on the table next to the ingredients as Castiel began to chop up the weirdly shaped, sparkling fruit into thick slices.
He poured the blood of a most holy man on top of the slices as it oozed past it. He then reached over to Dean and plucked a strand of hair from his head as he saw him flinch with discomfort.
"Sorry Dean," Castiel looked at Dean sincerely.
Castiel began to open up the vial which contained Michael's grace and let it sink into the bowl in a swirl of different shades of blue.
As he picked up the yellow parchment, he started to read out the words which were printed in bold cursive.
"Koth, muncho, notux."
The bowl glowed an intense white as Castiel backed away. Suddenly, the light which immersed from the bowl shot past Sam and Charlie and imploded in the middle of the room.
A bright orange line of shifting light appeared as it let out a strange sizzling noise.
"Sam, help me grab Dean," Castiel said as he grasped Deans left arm and threw it over his shoulder in an attempt to lift him up.
Sam grabbed a hold of Deans right arm and beared the other half of Dean's weight on his shoulder.
"We have 72 hours before this portal closes. So all we need to do is find the dark matter cure and get out as fast as we can, no delays," Castiel looked over to his right as he heard Sam grunt.
"It kinda looks like a glowy space vagina," Charlie giggled as the boys disappeared through the portal in a flash.
