Supernatural: Fighting for You
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A/N: Thanks for waiting, I had some details to tweak, but here is chapter 6!
Jody watched as Sam left Dean's room. The emotional toll of the last day marking his posture and marring the relief that she saw in his eyes.
"He just woke up," Sam said as he stopped at Jody's side, "They say he isn't out of the woods yet, but his chances are looking good all things considered."
"That's good, Sam. I'm glad you got him back." Jody sat down, motioning for Sam to follow suit.
"Me too," Sam took a shuddering breath. "He-he told me to tell him it was okay. An-and I did. I told him it was okay to die." Sam felt the warmth of his tears as they made their way down his face, his emotions breaking past his barrier at Jody's sympathetic presence. She was the closest thing he had to a mom with Mary gone.
"Sam," Jody's heart broke a little more, placing her hand on Sam's shoulder she tried to find the words, "Dean is a fighter, always has been. He's always fought for you. He must've known that he wasn't going to make it, but he would have kept fighting if you needed him to. You telling him it was okay was the best thing you could do for him. Otherwise, who knows how long he would have fought to stay with you. The agony he would've had to live through."
Sam's shoulders shook and Jody rubbed then comfortingly, "You saved him that pain by letting him go and you got him back by not giving up. You did good, Sam."
With a sniff, Sam lifted his eyes to Jody's, her gaze warm and understanding, letting himself release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, he allowed Jody to wrap her arms around him.
"It's gonna be okay, Sam, we'll figure it out." She whispered, hoping that she could help them carry this new burden. Heaven and hell constantly seemed to be pulling them apart and she was going to do her darndest to make sure her boys came out on top.
Jody was just sitting down with her coffee when the lights flickered in the hospital. Looking around, she swiftly made her way to Dean's room, Sam asleep in the chair by his bed, his hand closed around Dean's limp fingers.
"Sam!" She whispered urgently and he stirred, lifting his head and groggily opening his eyes.
"W-wh- Jody?" Sam asked, looking around, feeling something was off.
"The lights are flickering, something is coming our way."
"It is alright." A voice said from behind her, "Castiel sent me. I would have made my presence known sooner, however, there were several demons converging on this location and I had to dispatch them."
Jody and Sam looked at the body of an old man standing in the corner of the room.
"My name is Ellijeuh. I may not look like much, but this vessel is strong."
Sam's mouth gaped open and Jody swiftly hit him on the shoulder.
"Thank you, E-Ellijeuh." Sam looked from the angel to Dean, "Is Castiel ok?"
"He is with Jack. Something is wrong with his grace. They are looking into it." Ellijeuh said, his eyes watchful.
"Oh, uh," Sam was at a loss for words, his world barely hanging on a thread.
"Are there more demons heading this way?" Jody asked, gently taking the reins on the conversation.
"Yes."
"Is it safe to stay here?"
"For now. But the numbers I feel moving this way will soon be too much for even me to handle."
Jody sighed, "How long do we have?"
"Three hours at the most."
Jody paced the room, her mind racing, Sam had a faraway look in his eyes and Dean had only regained consciousness that one time.
"Is there... is there any way to un-attach heaven and hell from Sam and Dean?" She asked, Sam looking up at her question.
"I do not know. Castiel said that he and Jack would look into it, but Castiel did not look good."
"Is there somewhere safe we can go? Somewhere warded?" Sam asked, standing up as he re-entered the conversation.
"I-," Ellijeuh paused, "Yes. But I will have to go prepare it."
"How long will you be gone?" Sam asked, his brow furrowing as he calculated all the factors of their survival.
"An hour at most."
"Ok. Okay, we can manage for an hour." Sam nodded a Jody, who gave him a tight smile, and looked back at Ellijeuh.
With a nod, the angel disappeared. Sam checked the demon blade in his pocket and the hex packs.
"Well, they won't know exactly where we are unless they possess someone and find us the old fashion way. But, they do know we're in this hospital, so the old fashion way won't take them as long as I would like."
Jody nodded, walking out into the waiting area and grabbing her bag before walking back into the room.
"I brought these in case we needed some improvised warding, although I do hate making hospital rooms look like cult/satanist have taken over. It really brings up some awkward questions." She smiled at Sam and saw her humor smooth some of his anxiety.
"Thanks, Jody." Accepting a spray paint bottle, Sam closed the door to Dean's room and began painting devil's traps on the ceiling, Jody painting it and other sigils on the floor by the bathroom.
"Castiel, I can feel your grace leaking, but I am having trouble finding the cause," Jack grunted, Castiel's grace glowing brightly as Jack did his best to find the problem. Something was tainting the grace, but nothing he did could remove the stain.
"I-I think coming back from the empty did something to me," Castiel said, his voice weaker.
With a frustrated expression, Jack closed his eyes, reaching out with his new powers. He could feel the Empty. It pushed back against him, anger lashing out as he pushed back. It was dark and oppressive, weighing him down.
Concentrating more, Jack searched until he found what he was looking for. Summoning his strength and dominion over the Empty, he pushed harder. With a surge of power, he forced the Empty to release its hold, faintly hearing Castiel gasp.
Opening his eyes, he saw Castiel seizing on the ground, white light with dark veins enveloping his form. With a shudder, the veins slowly vanished and Jack rushed to his surrogate father's side.
"Castiel?" He asked, reaching a hand down to Castiel's shoulder.
"I-I am okay," Castiel answered, his voice stronger, but his eyes still closed.
"The Empty had attached itself to you and was leaching off your grace," Jack said, grateful that his abilities allowed him to sense Castiel's health, reassuring him that the taint and drain on his grace had truly receded.
"That explains why was unable to properly heal Dean," Castiel breathed, "They need your help, Jack."
"I know. I'll do what I can." Jack said, his face troubled as he considered the issue.
Standing, Castiel was carefully taking stock of himself when he heard Sam's urgent prayer, his eyes meeting Jack's, Jack nodded and placed his hand on Castiel's shoulder, his power thrumming through them before building and filling the air with electricity.