Good Intentions Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Dean, Angela, and Grace were sitting at the kitchen table while Sam poured some coffee for Angela. Dean was munching on bacon while Angela bottle-fed Henry and Grace ate her cereal.

"You are just the cutest little man," Angela cooed at her infant son.

"Mommy when can Henry play with me?" Grace questioned.

"Once he gets a little older and can move around a bit more," Angela answered. "Right now, he just sleeps and eats a lot."

"Oh." Grace nodded. "Did I do that?"

"Yes, you did." Angela smiled softly.

Sam set a mug in front of Angela, which she took gratefully. An upside of not being pregnant anymore? Angela could have all the coffee she wanted.

Sam glanced at Dean and scoffed lightly. "Don't you think you should, uh, take it a little easy on the nitrates?"

"Dude, if bacon's what kills me, then I win," Dean replied as he shoved another piece into his mouth as Castiel walked in.

"Cas, hey," Angela greeted. "How's Donatello?"

"He says he's making progress, but we still need archangel grace," Castiel replied. "We should be out looking for Lucifer."

"We are." Sam nodded.

"Look, we got word out to every hunter we know, okay?" Dean added. "If they see something Satan-y… they'll drop a dime."

"And Michael?" Castiel raised a brow. "If he succeeds in getting to our world first?"

"Cas, look," Sam sighed. "Right now, our best defense is a good offense."

"We'll give Donatello everything he needs to open that gate, then we stealth in, we get Mom, we get Robert, we get Jack, boom," Dean explained. "Family reunion. It's just gonna take some time."

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Donatello ran into the library frantically yelling, "Eureka! Eureka! Eureka! Eureka! Eureka! Eureka!"

"You stroking out?" Dean asked.

"No, I-I cracked it!" Donatello exclaimed.

"What?" Castiel's brows furrowed.

"T-The spell. I-I finished the translation."

"What?" Sam scoffed in disbelief. "No way."

"Here's the ingredients. Whew! Running is hard."

"Okay, what are we looking at?" Angela asked as she adjusted Henry in her arms.

"Besides archangel grace."

Sam took the papers and looked over the ingredients. "Actually, that's not even in here. Maybe the spell on the angel tablet's different because this, oil of Abramelin, Angelica root, we—we have most of this stuff. Oh. Other than the—the hearts of Gog and Magog?"

"Sorry. What?" Dean asked.

"Um, they're—they're people. Kind of." Donatello replied. "Uh, something referred to as brothers, other times lands. Uh… you know how Bibles are. Too damn many translations."

"Wait, Gog and—and Magog… I'd—I'd heard rumors," Castiel commented. "But I didn't think they were human."

"Oh, yes. According to the tablet, they were ancient warriors who enslaved half the Fertile Crescent," Donatello explained. "Until some priests cast a spell to bind them away in 'a place without a place and a time without a time.'"

"Okay, so we're supposed to find these guys and cut out their hearts? How?"

"The—the demon tablet has very specific instructions on how to free them. These men are very dangerous."

"Then I'll do it." Castiel offered.

"I'll go with you," Dean replied.

"Excellent!" Donatello exclaimed. "And Sam, Angela, and I will stay behind to, uh, uh, assemble the other ingredients. Now, um… where do you keep your virgin lamb's blood?"

~/~\~

Dean was looking down from the balcony near the entrance as Castiel walked up the stairs.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." Castiel nodded.

"How are you holdin' up, Cas?" Dean questioned.

"I'm fine," Castiel answered curtly.

"No, I just mean with, you know, everything you've been going through," Dean replied. "And… I know you really wanna find Lucifer."

"No, it's not that," Castiel sighed. "It's about… well, it is that, but it's also I… Dean, I was—I was dead."

"Temporarily."

"And I have to believe I was brought back for a reason."

"You were," Dean assured. "Okay, Jack brought you back because we needed you back."

"Right." Castiel scoffed. "And how have I repaid him? I promised his mother that I would protect him, but now he's trapped in that place while Lucifer is here, who's… I mean, he's getting stronger and more powerful by the day. And if Michael really is coming, maybe I was brought back to help prepare."

Dean's brows creased together. "Prepare for what?"

"War," the angel answered grimly. "War is what Michael does."

"Well, then we do what we do. Whatever it takes." Dean clapped Castiel on the shoulder.

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Sam walked in with a box of bottles and set them down while Angela put Henry down for a nap. Donatello stood at the table with the other ingredients.

"Okay, how are we looking?" Sam asked.

"We still need the Dead Sea brine and the, uh, wolfsbane," Donatello answered.

"On it," Sam replied before speeding out of the room.

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Dean stood in a field with Castiel and looked around before fully turning to face the angel.

"Alright, field in the middle of nowhere. Check. What's next?"

"Well, Donatello said that Gog and Magog can only be killed by a weapon touched by God, so angel blade." Castiel passed one to Dean.

"Alright," he nodded. "Let's rock and roll."

"Zoh nuh ray nuh rah juh," Castiel chanted in Enochian. "Kohrahx oh. Ee zee zohp ah. Mah oh. Ee vee gee."

Dean and Castiel looked around the field when nothing happened.

"Well, Enochian's kinda tough," Dean started. "Maybe you got a word wrong."

"I don't get 'words wrong.'" Castiel retorted.

As they argued, Gog and Magog appeared from behind them. Dean and Castiel turned around to face them.

"I told you," Castiel muttered.

Dean broke out into laughter at Gog and Magog, who were dressed in armor and loincloths.

"This is serious," Castiel reprimanded.

Dean stifled his laughter. "Yeah, no, no, I-I-I know. But… they're wearing—they're wearing loincloths."

"Dean."

"Well met, fellows!" Gog spoke in ancient Canaanite.

"But where are their armies?" Magog asked.

"It's ancient—ancient Canaanite," Castiel told Dean. "They wanna know if we brought armies."

"Armies?" Dean echoed.

"To fight them."

"Whichever warrior releases us must face us in combat!" Gog exclaimed. "He—

"Or she—

"Why interrupt me?" Gog asked in frustration. "You always do this."

"Do what?"

"Contradict me!"

"W—what now?" Dean muttered.

"Uh, they're… arguing."

"Ah. Ask 'em where they got their loincloths." Dean joked.

"Dean." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"…as soon as we kill these fellows!" Magog exclaimed.

"Good! Good! Which shall we kill first?"

"I will kill the pretty one," Magog suggested.

"It's a furry diaper." Dean chuckled.

"Dean."

"They are equally pretty," Gog noted.

"The smaller one, then—

"Eh."

"Enough! You! Embrace your beautiful death!" Magog pulled out his sword and walked towards Dean.

"Uh, he just said that he's gonna—he's gonna—

"No, I got it," Dean interrupted the angel.

Magog swung his sword at Dean as Gog started fighting Castiel. Dean lifted the angel blade, but Magog easily shattered it with his sword.

"Cas! What the hell?!"

Castiel blocked Gog from stabbing him. "He said their blades were forged by a god!"

Magog kicked Dean to the ground and he bounced back up.

"Cool."

Dean continued to fight Magog, who threw him to the ground again. Magog tried to step on Dean but he moved out of the way and stood back up. Magog lunged at Dean, and he moved out of the way and picked up Magog's fallen sword. Meanwhile, Gog threw Castiel to the ground, and his angel blade fell from his hand. Magog approached Dean, who beheaded him with the sword.

Gog approached Castiel with his own sword and raised it. "I hate doing this! You are very beautiful!"

Dean came up behind Gog and stabbed him with the sword, killing him. "Forged by God, touched by God, same thing."

"Yeah. Apparently." Castiel sat up to look over Gog's body as sand and rock poured out. "Dean, we have a problem. He isn't human. He appeared to be a primitive beast formed of rock and sand."

Dean frowned. "That's a thing?"

"Yeah. A very old thing. I thought they had gone extinct during the flood."

"So what does this mean for us?" Dean asked.

"It means… they don't have hearts."

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Sam was mixing ingredients at the table when Donatello walked in behind him. Sam's phone was on the other table, vibrating as Dean called. Donatello watched Sam and pressed the 'decline call' button.

"Okay, I think that's everything," Sam commented.

Donatello picked up a bottle and walked up behind Sam. "Almost."

Donatello hit Sam over the head and the tall man fell to the floor. Angela walked in and saw the commotion.

"What the hell?!" she pulled out her gun.

Donatello charged at Angela and hit her over the head with the bottle.

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