There is no place like home, there is no place like home, there is no place like home...
Sam opened his eyes and in front of him was a door. It was non-descript; grey and smooth and the handle had no lock. The ache had stopped.
This is it.
He opened the door.
It is much less dramatic than he expected. On the other side there is grass and a tree. No people though.
It seemed safe so Sam walked through and closed the door behind him. There was no rocky trans-dimensional jump and once he was through he turned and looked behind him and the door was gone. What he did see though was flattened grass and a gravestone. The gravestone just had the words "Sam Winchester" written on it.
He was on earth again.
He looked down and saw his own body, and his brain ran its checks and decided he was mostly fine.
Then it hit him. It was the feeling of contained power, like something inside him was about to burst. It was like being bigger on the inside. Much, much bigger. He could also feel the time pour over him, the world turn beneath his feet and the things around him felt small and insignificant. The strangest thing he could feel was the wings behind him, and yet he wasn't able to see or touch them. He wondered how on earth he was supposed to use them. He needed to find his way home and to find Dean.
Maybe it will work like it did in heaven?
So he tried to think himself standing outside the bunker and almost before he could finish the thought he was there. He could feel the drain of power, but it was quickly filling again.
So that was what flying was like for an angel.
He tried again and this time he moved to inside the batcave.
It was empty. He looked around and everything looked like he remembered it. His bedwas not even made, his clothes were still in his cupboard. The fridge hadn't even been emptied.
Where is Dean?
He wondered how he could use his new angelic powers to find Dean or Cas. Dean still had the enochian symbols on his ribs as far as he knew but maybe he could find Castiel. Maybe he could take his grace and get his memory back.
I wonder if Dean already found a way to fix it?
I must find Cas.
So Sam shut his eyes and he could hear faintly voices saying hushed prayers and he found he could search his way through them.
Where are you Cas?