Supernatural: Fighting for You
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A/N: And the plot thickens, enjoy!
Sam was a little wobbly as his consciousness returned to the barn. It took him a second as he opened his eyes to feel the pressure of a blade under his throat.
"Good to see you're back." A voice said from behind him. Blinking, he made eye contact with Castiel, who looked annoyed, but not surprised. Looking around, Sam saw that there were three other people standing behind Castiel.
"Cas?" He managed to get out, feeling the blade scrape his skin as his throat moved.
"They're demons, Sam." There was a soft glow coming from Castiel's hand as he held it over Dean's heart. Sam was about to ask more when the demon spoke, his hand grabbing Sam's hair and giving it a jerk.
"No funny business, Castiel. The power of your pal's death was felt across the supernatural plane. More are coming, we're just the ones who got here the fastest."
"What?" Sam asked, questions piling up on top of each other in his mind.
Ignoring the demon, Castiel looked directly at Sam, "After everything with Chuck, the spiritual balance has been off. Jack absorbed his power, but you and Dean are holding the spiritual world together right now." At Sam's confused expression, Castiel continued.
The demon glared at the angel but didn't interrupt, his grip tightening on the knife, a small bit of blood dripping down Sam's neck from where the edge of the blade was biting his skin.
"You and Dean were the only living humans after what Chuck did. You were the only ones who existed until Jack brought everyone back. As such, the spiritual world sort of...connected itself to you both. When Dean died, the spiritual world felt it. I felt it. It was strange, strong, and there was stability to it. Then I heard your prayer. I came because you asked, but I could feel the pull of power when I arrived."
Castiel could feel his strength fading, something was seriously wrong with him.
"I had hoped that we would have more time before other supernatural beings showed up. I was wrong."
The demon laughed, taking in the aura of the angel, an odd thought settling in his mind.
"The angel is leaving a few things out, Winchester." The demon taunted, pulling Sam's head back so he could see his eyes.
"Hell attached itself to you, the demon-blooded abomination who was supposed to be Lucifer's vessel. Heaven, well," the demon laughed cruelly, "heaven attached itself to Dean, Michael's sword."
The other three demons laughed mockingly, all looking like violence was just a breath away.
"When he died, we felt heaven get stronger. It was terrifying," one of the demons behind Castiel said, a lear in his voice.
"But," another spoke up, "we had an idea. If his death gave them more strength, your death could do the same for us." Their eyes flashed black and Sam knew time was running out.
The demon holding the knife to his throat chuckled, "You were a huge disappointment, Sammy," Sam grunted at the use of his nickname, "but maybe you can be useful after all."
As the demon shifted the blade further to the left so he could pull it across Sam's throat, Sam made his move. Throwing his arm up to knock the blade aside and pushing all his weight into the demon. Going down in a pile of flailing arms, legs, and a knife, Sam did his best to pin the demon and get control.
The other three watched Castiel warily, unsure of what he was doing to the body of the other Winchester. They cheered on the demon wrestling with Sam and looked for their moment to jump in.
Castiel ignored them, pouring what he could into Dean, but when he heard Sam's grunt of pain he looked up. Torn between pulling Dean back the rest of the way, and helping Sam, Castiel looked frantically between the brothers.
Dean's soul was close, Castiel could feel it just on the edge of his grasp. Pushing himself harder, he heard the demons gasp and shuffle back as a white light filled the barn and Dean came back to the land of the living. Dean's body convulsed as he gasped for air. Castiel kept his hand on Dean's chest, the wound healing more slowly than he had hoped.
Sam's struggle grew louder, Castiel could hear the demon taunting him and Sam throwing words back as he blocked the blows. Sam felt strange as he pushed back against the demon, close but not yet able to match the demon's force.
Castiel could tell that he was at the end of his rope and he sensed the demons behind him getting up the courage to approach him, an angel blade catching the light as one of the demons moved to strike. Standing abruptly and holding out his hand, he smote them where they stood. Castiel considered the severity of Dean's wound and the consequences he would face if he didn't get the demon off of Sam because he was saving Dean.
Breathing harshly through his nose, he rushed over to Sam. Grabbing the demon, he pulled him off Sam, quickly disarming him before he placed his hand on the demon's forehead, light flashing out of the demon's eyes as Castiel's grace destroyed him.
As the demon fell to the side, Castiel gave Sam an apologetic look, his strength gone.
"Cas?" Sam asked, quickly moving to the angel's side as Castiel's body crumpled. Sam held the unconscious angel as he took in the scene around him. The burnt-out bodies of the demons were smoking, the silence of the barn deafening, save for the faint sound of wheezy, labored breathing.
Carefully pulling Castiel's limp body beside Dean, Sam laid the unconscious angel down. Putting a hand to his own neck, a small nick bleeding slightly, he took in his own injuries. His ribs were bruised from the blows of the demon, but it didn't feel like anything was broken, he could feel the skin above his left eye tightening from the abuse of the demon's fist. Swiftly he moved over to Dean, kneeling beside him. The sound of Dean's breathing was music to Sam's ears. Checking Dean's pulse, he found it thready and fast, but there.
With as much gentleness as he could, he shifted Dean onto his side and checked the wound in his back, it was still bleeding and deep, but Castiel had managed to downgrade it from fatal to life-threatening and Sam would take what he could get. Shoving his jacket under his brother to put pressure on the wound, he moved over to Castiel.
Slapping the angel on the cheek, he tried to bring him back to consciousness. The small reprieve he was experiencing wouldn't last long, they needed to move.
Castiel groaned as he came back and Sam grabbed his shoulder, "We need to move, Cas. I don't know how many more are coming, Dean needs a hospital."
With effort, Castiel sat up, "I know. I am fine." Sam didn't believe him for a second, but he just shook his head as he helped the angel up. Once he was sure Castiel wouldn't tumble back down, he moved over to Dean and grabbed his arms.
"This is gonna hurt like a son of a gun, Dean, I'm sorry," he grunted, pulling Dean across his shoulders in a fireman's carry.
The groan that left Dean's lips caused Sam both joy and pain. To hear his brother again was something he'd hoped for, but the seriousness of the wound wouldn't let him relish that hope just yet.
Making his way out of the barn, he kept an eye out for unwanted company, Castiel following closely.
Settling Dean into the passenger seat of the impala as quickly and gently as he could, he checked his breathing and adjusted the jacket before closing the door and turning to Castiel. Dean's temperature had warmed up considerably and Sam was moving from relieved to worried again. His brother was back, but he wasn't looking good. Fear tightened around his heart.
Castiel's voice broke through his worried thoughts, "I need to go to heaven, Sam. But I will send an angel to guard you."
Nodding, Sam grabbed Castiel in a hug before the angel could disappear, "Thank you, Castiel. Thank you for bringing him back."
Castiel weakly returned the hug, "you're welcome, Sam. Take care of him."
"Will do," Sam said, letting go and blinking as Castiel was there one second and gone the next. Hurrying around the car, he quickly slid into the driver's seat.
Checking the passenger seat, he looked Dean over as he put the impala into gear and headed to the nearest hospital. Dean had yet to regain consciousness, but he was alive. That was all Sam needed.