There was no more practicing with Johnny's powers for the rest of the night, none of them were in the mood or the right mindset for it. Whatever Sam might've been able to help with, she was limited. When she had been drinking demon blood her entire focus had been on destroying demon souls and nothing else, if anything else happened then it was just a side effect.

It wasn't like there were any other angels that they could trust enough to help them, they didn't want any angel even remotely close to Johnny or influencing him in any way.

The only angel they had been willing to trust had been Cas but Lucifer had killed him the same day that Johnny had been born.

"So that means that I just need to do some more research in the bunkers library." Sam said simply, with a shrug. "I'm sure there's something in here about angels and nephilim, just need to be a bit more patient."

"It's fine." Johnny quickly assured her, rubbing the side of his head. "Is it...is it alright if I go to sleep?"

"Yeah of course." Sam said, getting up to hug him tightly. "Are you going to be alright?"

Johnny nodded, lingering for a moment to just hold her before he pulled away, going towards his room.

There was a thrumming sound that was slowly filling his head, Johnny rubbed at his eyes and ears, looking around his room as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. It continued for a few moments before it faded.

Looking around once more to make sure, maybe he had been imaging it, he slowly got into his bed, a little put out that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as his mom. He liked sleeping with her and with Dean a lot more than sleeping on his own. But apparently, mom wasn't planning to sleep for a bit so he was going to be on his own regardless.

He didn't like that she wasn't sleeping but he wasn't sure how to talk to her about that.

He got into the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling. Raising his hand he stared at it for a moment before a golden glow started to surround it, pulsating in time with his breathing.

He could feel...something with it. He could feel what he could almost call a heartbeat that wasn't his own.

It was disconcerting but he managed to push it to the back of his mind as he closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

It was actually getting harder to fall asleep lately and he wasn't sure why. More often than not he just laid for hours staring at the ceiling, it got better when he had slept with mom but even then it didn't work as well.

He didn't want to worry her so he didn't tell her. She had enough to worry about right now with helping him learn how to use his powers.

He stopped trying to think, breathing in deeply as he tried to not think about anything, and tried to sleep.

The thrumming intensified as he closed his eyes and in between one breath and the next, he felt a shift between the wardings in the bunker and his own self.

Opening his eyes he saw that he was somewhere else, turning his head to look at the stone walls and blood covering them. His movements and turns were like he was submerged in water, his footsteps made no sound as he walked through the hallway.

The thrumming was surrounding him and with each step he took it got louder, drawing him closer to the end of the hallway. A man wearing a white suit and had a scar on his face walked away from where he had been peering into a cage and walked towards him. Johnny felt his whole being react to the man, putting him on edge immediately. He couldn't help but glower at the man as he passed by him, not seeing him in the slightest.

The man walked past him, Johnny watched him go, immediately not liking him one bit. Something about him, about the aura he was emitting, he hated him and he couldn't really make sense why.

Slowly he turned back to the cage at the end of the hallway, whatever else, he could feel that that was where the thrumming was coming from. Slowly he started to walk towards it, not sure of what to expect to see.

Peering between the bars of the cage Johnny tried to make sense of what he was seeing. There was...someone inside of it, curled up and shaking, he could hear the chains rattling as the person shook. When Johnny reached up to touch the door he felt himself phase through it easily, stepping into the cage.

He could see the person stiffen slightly, all the breath escaping him. Slowly, very slowly, the man brought his head up, staring at Johnny with fear in his eyes.

Johnny couldn't look away from him. His skin and face was covered in blood and grime, but the most striking was his mouth.

It was sown completely shut with thick thread, pinning his lips together to keep him silent. Johnny couldn't help but take a step back in horror, making the man flinch hard and scramble back, shaking in fear.

"Who are you?" Johnny whispered, not sure if the man could hear him. He could apparently see him but the other man couldn't.

The man blinked at him, still shaking in fear as he stared up at him, small muffled whimpers escaping him. However, Johnny's attention went to his hand that was curled up and emitting a slight glow.

He held his own hand up, focusing and breathing out before his own grace made his hand glow golden again. Looking back at the man, his eyes were locked on the grace that was surrounding his hand.

Slowly, bit by bit, the man reached up as best as he could with the chains around his wrist, and slowly opened it, revealing the source of the glow.

It was scratched into his palm, looking at his other hand Johnny could see blood and flesh under the nails, and amidst the blood Johnny could make out a rune glowing in the middle. It almost looked like the letter V with a crown above it.

And the thrumming sound was coming from it, making his ears ring slightly.

"I don't understand." Johnny said, looking up at him, feeling his grace making his eyes flash gold as well as it spread through him. "Who are you?"

Before the man could make another sound, they could hear footsteps coming down the hallway once more, a smug accented voice calling out to him, making the man shake and sob in fear.

"Gabriel! I hope that's not a spell I feel you castin'!"

Johnny turned back to the man who looked up at him pleadingly, curling his palm inward once more to cover the rune and extinguish it.

Johnny opened his eyes, taking a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to understand what he had seen.

"Gabriel?"

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