Good Intentions Part 2

The bunker was completely trashed when Dean and Castiel walked down the stairs.

"Sam? Angie!" Dean called out.

"Yeah, we're right here!" Angela replied.

"Tried to get a hold of you guys."

"Yeah, well, um, we've been a little busy, Dean. Sorry." Sam muttered.

Dean and Castiel walked through the war room and into the library. They saw Sam and Angela at the table, each of them holding ice packs to their heads.

"What happened?" Castiel asked in concern.

"Donatello happened," Angela answered. "He… attacked us."

"The Muppet professor attacked you guys?" Dean raised his brows. "Why?"

"We better show you," Sam replied. "Come here."

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Sam, Angela, Dean, and Castiel were watching Donatello through the camera in the dungeon on Sam's laptop.

"He attacked us," Sam started. "We didn't wanna hurt him, but he—he just kept on coming at us, and… biting. So we had to lock him up in there. We were prepping the spell, and he just snapped."

"Yeah, I think it's all a setup," Dean muttered.

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Gog and Magog, they can't be part of the spell," Castiel informed.

"Cause they don't have hearts," Dean added.

"Wait a second," Sam frowned. "Then why did he…"

"Because Donatello wanted them to kill us. He wants us dead." Castiel answered.

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Donatello was tied to a chair in the dungeon while Sam, Angela, and Dean stood in front of him.

"Donnie," Dean folded his arms across his chest. "What happened, man? I thought we were friends."

"Friend?" he scoffed. "I see how you all look at me. Covetous. Well, God didn't choose you for this part, Dean. He chose me."

"Donatello, whatever it is you're feeling, whatever it is you're going through, you can fight this," Sam assured.

Donatello laughed darkly. "I don't wanna fight it. I…" he looked at Dean. "You're supposed to be dead."

"Sorry about that," he shrugged.

"Was it the tablet that—that did this to you or—

"It didn't do anything to me. I translated the tablet." Donatello explained. "All of it! I saw the power of God! It's all up here. And you wanna take it from me."

"No, we don't." Angela shook her head. "That's not true. We—we just wanna help you."

"No. You just brought me here to use me and get your precious spell back." Donatello scoffed. "You're wasting your time. And if it's a little magic you wanna be seein'…" he trailed off. "Suffocetur." He flicked his hand towards Dean.

"Donatello, listen, we…"

Dean started struggling for breathed and reached out to Sam and Angela as he choked.

"Dean?" Angela frowned.

"Dean! Hey, hey! Hey! Hey!" Sam exclaimed worriedly.

Donatello laughed maniacally as Sam and Angela led Dean out of the dungeon. Castiel approached as the couple checked on Dean.

"Dean! Dean!"

"I'm okay," he regained his breath. "I'm okay."

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Dean, Sam, Angela, and Castiel walked into the room Donatello had been working in.

"Alright, what else do we know?" Dean asked as they looked through his notes. "Besides all work and no play makes Donatello a homicidal boy?"

"Maybe—maybe something in the—the tablet snapped him," Sam suggested.

"No, no." Castiel shook his head. "Prophets are conduits. Whatever's in the tablets should just flow through them. I heard of one who was tempted once, but never fully corrupted."

"Well, Kevin translated it, and it was hard on him, sure, but he—he never went full-on psycho," Dean recalled.

"Okay, so what was different about Donatello?"

Angela frowned in realization. "He doesn't have a soul."

"What?" Castiel's brows shot up.

"Is that bad?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's bad." Castiel nodded. "Theoretically, the—the human soul would act as a filter inoculating the prophet against whatever darkness is in the tablet."

"Alright. Um, well, how do we fix him?" Angela asked.

"I don't think we do."

"Okay. Hold on—

"We were so close." Sam shook his head. "We almost had it."

Dean frowned deeply. "What are you talkin' about?"

"Our plan, Dean. The spell, get Mom and Robert back. Donatello's soul is gone. That's not just something you come back from."

"You did." Dean reminded.

"Yeah, because you convinced Death to get my soul back from the cage, but Amara ate Donatello's soul. There's nothing to get back. It's gone."

"And Donatello's already corrupted," Castiel added. "I… perhaps the kindest thing to do would be to end his suffering."

"What?" Angela frowned.

"I don't like it either," Castiel stressed. "But if Donatello's life ends, then another prophet comes into being and they can finish the translation."

"So what, you just wanna kill him?" Dean asked.

"No! No killing!" Sam snapped. "We just need the spell."

"Fine." Castiel started to walk out of the room.

"Cas," Dean sighed.

"What are you doing?" Angela asked in concern.

Castiel walked down the hallway towards the dungeon and the hunters followed.

"What I have to," the angel answered.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed.

"Cas!"

Donatello was still tied to the chair when Castiel walked in and locked the door behind him.

"Cas!" Dean banged against the door.

"Cas! Come on, let us in!" Angela pleaded.

"Cas! Oh, come on." Sam groaned.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela listened through the door in shock as Donatello screamed in pain.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were standing in front of the door as it unlocked and slowly opened. They saw Castiel putting his trench coat on, with Donatello passed out in the chair.

"Cas?" Dean asked as the angel walked towards them.

"Well, I know what we have to do," Castiel muttered grimly.

As the angel walked past them, the hunters walked into the dungeon to check on Donatello.

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Castiel was pacing as Sam, Dean, and Angela walked inside the bunker and down the stairs.

"Well?" Castiel looked up.

"Well… guess you could say Donatello is alive." Sam scoffed lightly.

"You told me not to kill him," Castiel reminded.

"Yeah, but, Cas, you turned him into… he's brain dead." Angela replied. "Machines keeping him breathing."

"What is wrong with you?" Dean demanded.

"Nothing." Castiel narrowed his eyes.

"Cas—

"His soul was gone. He was corrupted," the angel stressed. "He was a danger to himself and you and to all of humanity. Did you know that he was working with Asmodeus?"

"What?" Sam asked in disbelief. "No."

"Not by choice, but he was. Some people just can't be saved."

"Yeah, but who gets to make that choice?" Dean asked. "You? What exactly gives you the right?"

"Nothing," he answered. "I took it. And if I hadn't acted, we would still be sitting around talking about what to do next. We would be wasting time. And it's time we don't have, Dean. I told you, war is coming. War." He reminded. "And I did what soldiers do. Now we needed the spell to open the rift, and I got it. We need four major ingredients. The grace of an archangel, a fruit from the Tree of Life, the Seal of Solomon, and the blood of 'a most holy man.' We find those things, we can bring everybody home. And together, we can beat Lucifer and Michael. This is the only way we win, and this is the only way we survive. It's like you said, Dean. Whatever it takes."

A/N: Hey, y'all! Sorry for posting so late, I've been working nonstop, so it's been pretty crazy. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

~Emily