Supernatural: Fighting For You
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"Castiel," Jack said as Sam, Dean, and Jody took in their surroundings, "I need to speak with you."
"Is everything alright?" Castiel asked, moving away from the others.
"It will be, however," Jack hesitated, his brow furrowing, "the runes are eternal. They cannot be destroyed, only transferred. I need someone from heaven and someone from hell to bear the runes and act as anchors. I cannot bear the runes myself, no one being can, their very natures are at war and they would tear apart anyone who attempted to contain them both in one vessel, no matter the strength of the vessel."
"I understand."
"Understand what?" Dean asked, his tone hard as he walked over. He could feel the power of heaven charging the air around him, it made the hair on his arms stand up straight and the possibility of what he could do with that power gave him a slightly shaky feeling.
What made him even more uncertain was the feeling of something pushing him to use the power. Subconsciously moving his left hand to brush over the right side of his chest, he smothered the feeling with all of his strength, much like he had fought to suppress the effects of the Mark of Cain.
Although fighting this almost felt wrong because it pushed him to destroy the evil it sensed. He could feel it in his bones that this desire was righteous, just, and for the good of all creation. Dean suppressed a shudder as the wrongness of fighting the feeling settled in his stomach.
"I need Castiel to be the anchor for heaven. You're death activated your dormant connection to heaven, my touch activated Sam's connection to hell. Your bodies were not meant to actively connect to the cosmic power holding those two places in existence."
Feeling that there was more, Dean ignored the growing hum in his fingertips and questioned further, "what happens to Castiel if he does this?"
"Castiel is an angel," Jack said, hoping Dean would accept that as enough of an explanation, but knowing Dean well enough to understand he wouldn't.
"And?"
"The rune on your chest allows you to connect to and channel the power of heaven. It will destroy your body and soul if it is not transferred to another. Lucifer and Michael were the original bearers of the runes."
Jack looked around, every eye on him as he tried to work his way around explaining the situation. Stepping into the role left by Chuck felt natural and he knew what he was doing, but these were people he loved and the situation they were faced with was a difficult one.
"The connection to heaven pushes the desires of heaven and compels the bearer of the rune to carry out those desires. Castiel is strong, but he will have to constantly fight the urge of heaven to irradicate every evil thing under the sun. If he cannot fight the desire, it will rule him and he'll be as bad as, if not worse than, Michael was."
Sam groaned in frustration, their lives just kept getting better and better. Michael had been crazy, he had almost destroyed Dean, not to mention all the people in the bunker he killed and everything else he had tried to do.
Dean found his eyes drawn to Sam as he made a frustrated noise and something inside of him took over, he found himself helpless to fight the overwhelming desire to irradicate evil. As a blue haze filled his vision, words that were not his tumbled from his lips, and his arm moved without his consent; a small part of his heart cried out in anguish, but the desire silenced it, and then he couldn't find it in himself to care that the evil he had to destroy was his brother.
"You are an abomination. I will free this world of the curse that you are."
Jody gasped as she watched a replay of what had happened in the hospital room, shocked she looked around for a demon before realizing that Dean was focused on Sam.
"Dean?!" Sam yelled, his voice confused and fearful as he stepped back. The air hummed as blue and white veins streaked from the rune on Dean's chest to the palm of his outstretched hand.
Jack quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder, instantly causing the rune to go dark, Dean's eyes returning to normal for a split second before they rolled back in his head and he fell to the floor seizing.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, this time his voice filled with fear for his brother instead of himself. Knelling beside Dean he moved to touch him when he felt a sharp pang in his chest. Looking down, he quickly jumped back from Dean, the orange glow from the rune he bore dimming with the distance.
"Jack?! What is happening?" Sam asked, a dark voice whispering in his mind desires that warred with what his heart needed.
"I need to transfer the runes. Otherwise, you and Dean will destroy each other and all of humanity in the process. Neither of you is strong enough to fight the urges of heaven and hell."
Castiel looked up from where he had moved to Dean's side, his friend's temperature was elevated, but he could sense Dean returning to consciousness.
"I will do what I must. You must do what you must." Castiel's deep voice broke through Jody's panic thoughts. Looking up, she saw him and Jack share a glance. Then she watched as Ellijeuh walked over to Sam, who was staring with a slightly horrified expression on his face, and placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam fell unconscious and Ellijeuh guided his descent to the ground.
"Jody," Jack said, moving over to her side, "It's time you go home."
"I, uh, I can't-" Jody blinked and the next thing she knew she was standing by her car in the hospital parking lot. "Well, great." She huffed. Pulling out her phone to call Alex, she got in her car and made her way to the Bunker.
"Listen up boy-os, ah have a lot of work ta do," Rowena said, walking up to her throne. The demons scurrying to get in place.
"Ah heard a few of ye were lookin' fer Samuel Winchester. Ah did nay approve such drastic measures." Rowena sat down, lightly tapping her fingers on the arm of the throne.
"We...we, uh, thought you would be pleased, your majesty." One ambitious demon stepped forward, "We felt the power shift when the older Winchester died, it-uh, it seemed reasonable that the same would happen if the younger died, but in our favor."
"Ah understand what ye were hopin' for, dearie. However, ah would appreciate ye asking before ye go sending wave after wave of demons at the Winchesters."
Bowing his head, he kept his eyes downcast, "of course, your majesty, I am terribly sorry. It-" his sentence broke off as the air shifted and he looked up to find the throne empty, "Your majesty?"
Sharing a look with the other demons, he didn't know what to think.
"What in the bloody h-" Rowena exclaimed as she found herself standing in front of Jack.
"Sorry," he said, his face scrunting up in embarrassment. Rowena looked around the room, her hand moving to cover her mouth in shock as she took in the Winchesters.
Dean and Sam were bound to two separate columns, Castiel was standing in front of a third, just off to the right of Dean. Rowena quickly ascertained that the fourth column off to the left of Sam was for her.
"What is goin' on here?" She asked, Jack motioning for her to stand in front of the fourth column. She listened in disbelief as Jack filled her in.
"Ye think I am gonna fight having that power at my fingertips? Ye should have called me sooner." She said, walking confidently up to the column, snapping her fingers to bring the bindings up and giving Jack a smirk as he secured her into place.
Moving over to Castiel, Jack secured him as well.
"Dean's body has born the strain of the rune for longer, I will transfer the rune to you first Castiel," Jack said and Castiel nodded, taking in the unconscious forms of his family.
Placing his hand right hand over Dean's chest and his left over Castiel's, Jack closed his eyes.
Dean was vaguely aware of the power moving, it almost felt like it was tightening its hold on him. Opening his eyes, he felt the power consuming him.
"Ahhhh!" He yelled, his breath being stolen, his chest tightening, his heart beating way too fast. Screwing his eyes shut, he threw his head back, the hard surface behind his head unforgiving.
"Dean!" Castiel yelled, watching as the blue and white veins streaked across Dean's skin, his head thrown back, eyes shut in pain, shouting breathlessly in agony.