"Where is he? Where is my son?" Castiel heard Mary call out as she ran through the automatic doors of the hospital. He watched her talk to the nurse at the desk, pointing Mary in the direction of where Castiel was sitting. Benny sat next to him chewing nervously at his thumb nail. Castiel gripped onto the chair arm and only Benny's hand on his wrist made him stop before he bent the metal.
"Castiel! What the hell happened? Where is he?" Mary demanded, her hair flowing wildly around her face. She went to grab for the door handle to Dean's room but Castiel snatched up her wrist, pushing her away.
"No..." he growled, moving to stand in front of her. Anna stood behind Mary, her eyes glowing and a low growl was rumbling out of her chest. Castiel felt his own eyes shift and he made himself stand a bit taller.
"That's enough..." Benny growled, clamping a heavy hand down on Castiel's shoulder. Mary blinked a few times before doing a double take at Benny. Castiel saw her go for the knife that was always strapped at her waist and he moved before he even realized it. His fingers grabbed the front of her shirt and jacket, shoving her hard against the wall.
"He's a blood sucker Castiel!" Mary cried, her eyes wide in disbelief. Castiel's eyes narrowed, pressing her even further against the wall.
"Castiel!" Anna warned but Castiel refused to let go. Mary gasped loudly, her fingers trying in vain to pull his hands away.
"You try that again and I will hurl you out of this hospital, damn the consequences," Castiel whispered with a snarl. He waited for her to give him a little timid nod before letting her go, his fingers carding through his hair as he started to pace again. Anna instantly went to comfort Mary, her hands rubbing up and down the witch's back as they stared at Castiel nervously.
"Can someone please explain to me what's going? And why there is a vampire here?" Anna hissed. Benny snorted out a laugh as he slumped down into a chair.
"That vampire's name is Benny Lafitte and not only is he a teacher at the high school... at one point he was the only person Dean had to call as a friend. He protected him where his parents chose to turn a blind eye towards their very lonely son. And he deserves your respect," Castiel grumbled. The two women just continued to stare, relaxing only just a bit.
"Castiel...please. What happened to Dean?" Mary asked softly.
"Exactly what we tried to warn you about Mary. Sam has gone dark...he attacked a girl...Jessica Moore and when Dean went to stop him, Sam attacked him. Dean could have easily overpowered him but...at the last moment he..." Castiel swallowed hard and pushed down the rising bile. It was not an image he wanted repeated in his brain.
"Dean let Sam's unnatural magic overpower him," Benny piped in. Castiel rolled his eyes in annoyance as Mary gasped, covering her mouth. Anna's eyes were wide but she chose to not say a word.
"Is Dean alright?" Mary asked.
"He died Mary...he hit his head against the lockers and by the time I got to him, his heart wasn't beating," Castiel seethed through clenched teeth, slowly closing the space between them, "But I brought him back...and now he's...he's in some kind of coma. He passed out a few moments after he started breathing again. So no...Dean is not alright. He is far from being alright."
"Don't even try to pass this blame on me Castiel! Where were you! You're his familiar, you're supposed to be protecting him!" Mary shouted. Castiel roared, backing her up against the wall again.
"I was there Mary...I haven't left his side since I was betrayed. You're his mother...and he even tried to warn you. Where were you?" He growled low tearing away from Mary before he did any harm to her. He was so angry with her but he knew Dean would hate him if he acted out on any of those feelings. Mary closed her eyes and he didn't need to look at her to know she was crying. There was a small twinge of pity but all he had to do was see Dean fall...to remember how cold and unresponsive he was for that wash away.
"Where's Sam?" Anna asked quietly. Castiel glared at her for a moment before shaking his head. He honestly had no idea what Bobby did with the youngest Winchester. He had been so wrapped up in Dean being alive that he barely heard Bobby talking behind him, pulling Sam away from the hall. He didn't even remember crawling into Benny's truck with an unconscious Dean in his lap.
"I think he's with Singer," Benny answered for him, his eyes still glued to the ground. Mary opened her mouth to speak when the doctor who had been treating Dean came out of his room.
"Are you my son's doctor?" Mary asked with a touch of desperation. The doctor, Harris, glanced at her before pursing his lips, turning towards Castiel instead.
"You're Dean's familiar right?" he asked.
"Yes? Is he alright?" Castiel asked softly, his arms crossing over his stomach. The doctor reviewed the chart in his hands with a deep sigh.
"He woke up for a moment and asked for you. I think it'd be best and could help with his healing if you were in the room with him," he replied before tucking the chart under his arm.
"Excuse me...I need to see my son," Mary said moving to stand in front of Castiel. Harris forced a small smile before clearing his throat, his arms crossing over his chest.
"Well, I'm terribly sorry ma'am but I can't let you in that room...Dean was very clear that he does not want to see his mother, or her familiar. At the moment, the only people he has permitted is his familiar, Benny and uh...an Uncle Bobby. Come with me please Castiel," he said turning on his heel. Castiel spared Mary a glance before hurrying after the man, his breath catching when he caught sight of Dean hooked up to several monitors.
"It looks a lot worse than it really is, I promise. The danger has passed and the swelling in his brain has gone down immensely. If you ever need a job, I could use a dragon's healing abilities around here," he said with a smile. Castiel nodded his thanks before hurrying over to the empty chair, his fingers quickly weaving through Dean's.
"Dean..." he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek as he brought their hands to his lips. There was a small groan, Castiel's eyes flew to Dean's face and couldn't help the huge smile. Though those beautiful green eyes were a little unfocused, it was still a miracle to Castiel.
"Hey...glad you're here," Dean mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he fell back asleep. Castiel laughed softly, leaning in to kiss Dean's slightly parted lips. In his sleep, Dean tugged at his hand until the familiar was curled around him, nose pressed into the side of his neck.
Bobby huffed in annoyance, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end when someone passed through one of his wards. He already knew who it was, there was no need to even look to feel all that anger washing over him. Shaking his head he picked up his shotgun and pulled himself up to sit on one of the cabinets.
Sure enough, the garage door was yanked up to reveal a very angry Mary Winchester, followed closely by her familiar. He barely glanced up as he ran a cloth over his gun. She stopped a few feet from him and stared, the air between them becoming extremely tense. There was a push from her end and he quirked up a brow, chuckling softly.
"I don't think you want to start any of that girl," Bobby chided raising his face to finally look at her. She pushed again and Bobby raised his hand, getting a heavy gasp from both women.
"Don't forget who you're dealing with Mary Winchester," he warned quietly, smiling as he went back to cleaning his gun. He was a full blown Druid, one of the oldest and rarest breeds of witches out there. Hunters and the MOL always underestimated him, thinking he really wasn't as smart as he played to be. It always brought a smile to his face when he knocked that gilded stool right out from under them.
He had always prayed Mary would be an exception. She was smarter and way more wittier than any of those bastards. Though he used to be John's best friend, he actually knew Mary first and for far much longer. Hell he'd even gladly admit he used to have a crush on the younger woman. Now she was like a sister to him...even more so since John abandoned his family. It was making his chest squeeze uncomfortably when he saw the hunter part of Mary take precedence, it was almost as if she was pushing down the other part of her soul.
"Where's my son Bobby?" Mary demanded, her voice giving off a slight tremor. Bobby sighed, fingers gripping at the cloth in his hand.
"The one in the hospital or the one detoxing in my panic room?" he asked. Mary's mouth dropped open a bit and she bristled. She went to take a few steps closer but he stopped her with a warning look.
"He's staying right where he is," he stated.
"He's my son Bobby! You have no right..."
"Oh little bird, I have every right. You and John named me their god father...I even blessed them on their first birthdays. I watched from the sidelines as things progressively got worse...hoping one day that the both of you would get your heads out your asses! Now you listen here...and listen good sweetheart...those friends of Sammy's...they were feeding him demon blood," Bobby grumbled.
"How...where the hell did they even get their hands on something like that!" Mary demanded. Bobby frowned a bit watching the woman slowly start to crumble before him. She was trembling and her entire composure was breaking apart. He shook his head, putting the gun to his side before slipping off the cabinet. Mary went to back away but Bobby grabbed her arm, yanking her into a hug. She was so rigid against him that it took a few breaths for her to relax.
"I'm gonna find out little bird, I promise," He whispered into her hair. Mary nodded, hiding her face against his chest as she silently cried. He met Anna's stare across Mary's head and he smiled, thankful for the look of complete relief on the familiar's face.
Dean felt like absolute crap. His entire body ached and felt as if weighed a ton, even opening his eyes took effort. There was a solid steady weight on his chest and his eyes fluttered open, his lips curling into a smile when he saw a mop of unruly hair. Castiel mumbled something, his body snuggling closer to Dean's.
"Cas," he said, his voice rough and thick. He cleared his throat and winced. Castiel raised his face, sleepy blue eyes blinking up at him. Once he realized that Dean was awake he lifted up on his arm, his hand raising to trace the freckles over Dean's nose.
"You're awake..." he said, even his voice sounded gruff. Dean grinned, the arm that Cas was laying on raised up to run his fingers through Cas's hair. The familiar purred, nudging his head into his palm.
"Yeah...how long was I out?" Dean asked clearing his throat again. Castiel sighed laying his head back on Dean's chest, arms wrapping around him him tightly.
"Almost a day now..." Castiel whispered softly. Dean groaned, his free hand rubbing at his burning eyes. His lids felt so heavy but he didn't want to sleep anymore, not with Castiel warm against his side.
"Mmhmm...Benny is still outside if you want to see him," Castiel said. Dean smiled at the mention of his friend but shook his head, pulling Castiel even closer.
"In a bit," Dean said. Castiel nodded, staying silent as they snuggled. He was just about to fall asleep again when Sam's face flashed in his head. The black eyes and blood dripping from his nose. That sneer on his face when Dean began to lower his shields. He didn't remember anything after that...only waking up in the hospital and talking with his doctor.
"Dean? Dean, what's wrong?" Castiel's voice was worried and Dean finally opened his eyes to see his familiar hovering over him, eyebrows knit together.
"Cas...what, what happened to Sammy?" Dean asked, his throat burning. Castiel's face tightened as he sat up, looking away. Dean bit his lip and tried to sit up as well only to just collapse weakly. Castiel helped him get comfortable and tried to pull away but Dean wouldn't let him get far.
"He...he tried to kill you Dean..." Castiel whispered, turning watery blue eyes up at him. Dean swallowed hard and nodded, cupping his familiar's face.
"I know...but he's still my brother Cas. Whatever is going on with him...that's not him. That's not Sam," Dean wasn't so sure who he was trying to convince more. Castiel nodded minutely, fingers playing with the hem of Dean's hospital gown.
"Last I heard...Bobby is taking care of him," Castiel finally answered. Dean let out a long breath and nodded, allowing his eyes to close again. Uncle Bobby would know what to do...he would know how to get answers and to fix this mess. His Uncle was scary awesome that way. As a young witch he could still choose to apprentice with someone and the more time went by, the more he wanted it to be the old man.
"D-Did my mom...?" Dean hesitated to ask.
"She was here...but I sent her away," Castiel answered, his face turning down a bit guiltily. Dean laughed softly though his chest twisted. It made him happy that his mother had come but he still didn't want to see her. He gripped at Castiel's arm, his body buzzing when his familiar just seemed to know what he needed. Castiel curled around him again, fingers finding their way through Dean's short hair. It felt so good and helped him feel calmer.
"I can't live there anymore Cas..." Dean whispered against his chest. He felt more than heard Castiel sigh.
"I know...we'll talk more about it when you're feeling better," Castiel said, lips pressed against Dean's forehead. Dean nodded, carefully turning on his side to bury his face into Castiel's chest.
John swallowed the huge lump in his throat, his fingers twitching with the need to grab the 13 year old boy next to him and run. It wasn't fair but he couldn't let these bastards have Dean...he'd gone through way too much already. The little boy looked up at him with those soul searing blue eyes and John had to look away before he lost his resolve. The door to the office opened and he flinched as Abbadon clucked her tongue, circling them slowly.
"My, my Johnny boy...you have been a naughty boy haven't you?" she laughed, her voice doubling for a slight moment. It made his skin crawl. She reached out a hand to run her sharp red nails along the side of the kid's face. It surprised John that he didn't flinch, or even try to run away, he just stared up at her almost in awe.
"This completes my second condition..." John barked out. Abaddon raised a brow and chuckled.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Adam..." the kid said softly. There was a hum on the edge of his voice that made Abbadon shiver. She grinned wide, tracing the line of his jaw again.
"You bore a child with a Siren John? What would your dear Mary say?" she laughed. John frowned a surge of hate flowing through his veins. It had been a mistake, years ago. He'd been on a case and didn't even realize that the thing he was trying to procure was standing right next to him, pretending to be a WOL. He hadn't even known about Adam until last year when he got a letter from the state claiming that the mother had been killed...and if he wanted to relinquish parental rights. He never signed the damn thing and didn't know what happened to the kid. But he was John's son all the same and would fit the bill...the kid had wanted out of his foster family so badly, he agreed without even really listening to John.
"You'll leave Dean out of this now..." John said with a glare. Abaddon crossed her arms and licked over her bottom lip.
"Adam fulfills your requirement..." she said, looking towards a door just as it opened revealing one of their brother's. He took Adam by the arm and lead him from the room, the little boy casting an almost betrayed look at him. John cursed under his breath and turned from him, fingers going through his hair several times.
"Though Dean is still our main goal here John. He performed beautifully today...he passed all of our tests," she said proudly. Before she could reach out to touch John's arm he jerked away from her.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded. She laughed darkly, the sound alone making him back up.
"Your darling little boy Dean overcame one of the darkest powers thrown at him...a demon blood infused witch," she answered. John staggered, his eyes wide.
"What...what did you do?"
"Well, not me anyway. One of my brothers and his little, fledglings. It wasn't exactly hard to lure poor little Sammy out from Dean's shadow," she laughed gleefully.
"You...you poisoned Sam?" he cried out.
"You would have been so proud of Dean! He could have easily killed little Sammy...but he refrained. He's going to be one of most powerful witches of our time...and he's going to stand at my side. I don't need you to get him...but before I kill you John...you still have one more thing to do for us," she said, eyes flicking black. John fought the urge to attack her, to ram the knife at his back straight into her heart. He waited until she turned to rush her, shoving the demon knife he had stolen from their archives through her ribs. She cried out, the demon inside her roaring as he was flung back against the nearest wall.
"You stay away from my son you bitch!" John growled. Abaddon laughed, her hand raising as she flexed out her fingers. John shouted, the pain in his chest ripping through him.
"You're disgusting John...acting the father to protect one son while you so easily hand off your bastard. It's no matter...because you'll get us what we want...or all three of your sons will die. Goodbye John," she said before sauntering out of the room, the fabric of her skirt swishing.
He crumpled to the floor, pulling on his hair as he tried in vain to regain his composure and sanity.