21

Wave a Magic Wand

Thursday

"I can heal him." Kat simply stared at him for a moment, kicking herself for not thinking of it sooner.

"Yes," she said quietly. "Yes, Cas, please, heal him." The angel nodded.

She turned to Dean, stroking his cheek and taking his hand. Those pained eyes looked back at her. She kissed his forehead. "Dean, Cas is gonna heal you okay? He's not going to hurt you, and I'll be right there. I won't let anything happen to you, alright?" He nodded slowly. She stood, stepping away. He reluctantly let go of her hand.

Castiel sat down beside him, wincing when Dean flinched away.

"It's alright, Dean," he gingerly placed his hand on his forehead. "It's alright, I won't hurt you. I need you to close your eyes and hold very still. It'll be over soon." Dean whimpered very softly, scared. But he did as Castiel asked, shaking still.

Castiel kept his hand on Dean's forehead, brow forming a line.

Kat watched in awe as a light slowly started to glow under the angel's hand, getting brighter and brighter.

Warmth spread through Dean's body, filling every dark corner inside him. The pain faded to nothing, taking his fever and his chills. The fear subsided but didn't disappear. The light faded away and Castiel removed his hand.

The bruises, the welts, the cuts, all of it, gone. His fatigue was still there. His wariness of the dark was still there, but at least it didn't hurt anymore.

"Thank you," he said, sitting up. "Thank you, Cas." Castiel nodded and stood.

"I will, uh," he looked between Kat and Dean, "go."

He turned and left the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

She sat down next to him, touching his face and looking into that sea of green.

Castiel's healing only cured physical pain. Those eyes still hurt to look at, and he looked so tired.

She kissed him, relishing the feel of those soft lips she feared she might never kiss again.

"You need to get some sleep," she said, keeping her face close to his. "And I mean sleep. Three or four hours is not sleep, okay?" He nodded.

"Okay," he said wearily, laying down, too tired to argue. She'd better savor this moment, hadn't she?

Kat laid down next to him, kissing his cheek and hugging him close.

"Just sleep, baby. Just sleep," she said softly. He nuzzled his face into her chest, letting himself relax and finally rest. Kat stroked his hair and face. He was okay now. He was going to be just fine.

Friday

"I did not miss your mouth," Sam grumbled.

"Hey, I add charisma to this pop-stand," Smartass said, leaning back, his hands behind his head.

"What you add is a lotta noise," Grumpy growled.

"Can we behave for five minutes?" Deanne asked.

"No," Smartass and Happy chimed, grinning. Sweetie looked at Cry-Baby, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He quietly asked his melancholy counterpart.

"Better than I was," he said truthfully. Sweetie gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his shoulder before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.

"So, Sam," Bobby said, still not fully used to such strange company. "Where the hell did you keep disappearing to?" He asked.

"I went to try and find him on my own a few times. I tried getting some air but…I was pissed off and worried I wouldn't find him," Sam said. Smartass clapped him on the shoulder.

"Glad you stayed strong, Samantha," Sam scowled and jerked away. Smartass laughed.

"I thought I told you guys not to terrorize anyone," Kat said, walking down the stairs with Dean close behind her.

"I don't think you said anything like that," Happy falsely corrected.

"And besides, we are being good," Smartass said, batting his eyes innocently.

"Pshh," She snorted. "Yeah right."

"The day you two behave is the day I lose my sex-drive," Meredith said. "And I don't see that happening any time soon."

"Aw, Mom," Kat whined. Smartass giggled.

"Have we figured out why the hell you guys are here yet?" Dean asked.

"Sweetie has," Six voices rang. The remaining eyes turned to Sweetie, who smiled shyly at Kat, blushing in embarrassment.

Dean sat down on the couch. Pulling Lat to sit next to him.

"Well, what? Did the spell backfire or what?" He asked. Sweetie shook his head.

"No. The spell never really wore off," he began. "We showed up because of what's been happening with you. Internally."

Kat understood completely at what he meant. Dean, however, wasn't so positive.

"So…you showed up, because…because I'm…"

"Because every emotion you have has been running on high," Cry-Baby mumbled, surprising everyone.

"Exactly," Sweetie nodded.

"So…how long are you guys gonna be here?" Dean asked.

"Midnight tomorrow," Deanne stated. "However, many of us there are, the longer we stay."

"Aw, man!" Smartass exclaimed. He nudged Grumpy. "Just when we get back in the halftime's already over." Grumpy rolled his eyes.

"Don't be such a baby," Deanne spat. "No offense, Cry-Baby."

"Wh-"

GOOD GOD, WILL YOU LEARN TO KNOCK?!" Meredith bellowed from the kitchen, obviously startled.

"My apologies," Castiel said, stepping out of the kitchen, frazzled by the woman's outburst.

"Hey, Cas," eight voices said. The angel shook his head.

"I don't think I will ever get used to that," he said truthfully. It was about this time that Kat noticed Deanne.

She was staring at him, a smirk she recognized on her face. Oh dear.

"Hello-o, Cas," she grinned. Kat snorted, trying not to laugh. The angel turned and looked at her. He frowned.

"I don't remember," he said.
"I'm, uh, new," she said, ever still smiling and twirling her hair. "And I gotta say, I am very happy to meet you." Now Castiel, being the adorable naïve angel that he is, had no idea what she was doing.

Dean and everyone else, however, did.

"Aw, man, gross!" Grumpy shuddered.

Smartass couldn't stop giggling. "Eww…" He laughed.

"Are you kidding me?!" Dean exclaimed. "You, she, he, son of a bitch!"

Kat and Sam were doubled over, laughing. Sweetie shook his head. Paranoia grimaced and Cry-Baby stared at his hands, not paying attention. To what was happening. Henry laughed openly, happy as always to make fun of his daughter's beau. Bobby just found the whole situation hilarious.

" I don't see what all the fuss is about," Meredith remarked. "I agree with Deanne. Castiel is very-"

"Mom!" Kat yelled, shaking her head. "Angel, remember?"

"But-"

"No. Blasphemy. Hell. That's bad." She scolded. Meredith frowned, pouting.

"You have no idea," Cry-Baby whispered. Kat looked at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry, 'Baby," she said sincerely. She looked at him for another beat before standing and taking his hand. "Come with me, honey." He complied immediately, following her.

"Dean," Castiel said, still effortlessly unaware of the looks Deanne was giving him. "May I speak with you?" Dean nodded and followed him toward the door.

"Don't be long!" Deanne called. Dean grimaced again.

"Oh, God, why me?"

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