Three Men an angel and a Teenager – Part 6
Mary slid smoothly off of the bonnet of the Impala, her sword coming automatically to her hand. She stood, head tilted and listened intently. She could hear a battle raging in Heaven; she could feel the angel's dying, killing each other in rage and anguish. Her grip tightened painfully around the hilt of her sword. She had to do something, her family were dying. Did her father know? Was he fighting with the others?
A million questions raced through her mind as she attempted to focus through the sounds of the battle, to feel those closest to her. Was Phanual dead? Where was her Uncle Gabriel he should have been here keeping everything in line. Hadn't Father brought him back?
She felt her Uncle Dean's gaze and turned to look at him, eyes filled with pain and sadness. She had to do something, make it stop she could feel the grace of every angel as it was extinguished, the pain tangible as it shot through her own grace. With each death she felt as though part of her was being torn away.
Dropping to her knees she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold in the pain; she wanted to fly to Heaven and scream at them to stop killing each other, they were family.
"Mary...are you okay?"
Mary looked up into the hazel eyes of her Uncle Sam. For a moment she thought that she was home, that all that had happened had been a dream. It took her only a moment to realise that this wasn't her Uncle Sammy, but a man with his face and no soul. She could feel despair rising within her and knew that she had to do something to make it right.
Reaching out a hand she placed it on Sam's chest and closed her eyes; focusing her grace she knew instinctively what she had to do.
Sam struggled to free himself as he felt a hot searing pain engulf him, a pain so intense that he felt himself burning up. He looked down to where Mary's hand was locked on his chest and saw a brilliant white light seep through her fingers. He didn't know what she was doing, but he wanted her to stop. As quickly as it had begun the pain receded and in its place a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time, a golden light filled with joy and happiness, it wrapped around him and pushed into him its presence at once both all consuming and electrifying.
It's okay Uncle Sammy I'll take care of you. Everything's going to be okay. He heard her speak, but did not see her lips move. The energy continued to flow from her into him; filling him up until he felt like he would explode and his atoms would scatter throughout the universe, but still the energy continued to flow. The light built brilliant and white, until suddenly there was darkness and he felt the world slip away.
"Sammy! Mary!" Dean shouted as he tore out the front door, his heart hammering as he saw Mary and Sam engulfed in a white light. It's brilliance seeming to flow between them.
He stopped just outside the edge of the light unsure, he didn't know if he would hurt them if he proceeded further and attempted to separate them.
"What do we do Dean?" Bobby shouted, a shotgun held ready in his hands.
"Bobby no, she's not hurting him."
Dean was sure that whatever was happening was not hurting Sam. He could see his face and knew that he wasn't in pain. Closing his eyes he sent out a silent prayer Cas we need you, we've got an angelic problem here.
"Stand back. Dean, Bobby do not look directly into the light." Castiel said as he appeared behind the two hunters. He stepped forward intending to step into the light and separate Mary from Sam, but in that moment the light faded and both fell to the ground unconscious.
"Cas what the freaking Hell was that?" Dean shouted as he rushed towards the two. Falling to his knees he pulled an unconscious Sam into his arms. Soul or no soul his brother would need his body when he got his soul back.
"I do not know what has occurred; we will have to wait until they awaken." He was unsure what had occurred, but knew that she had expelled a lot of her grace. He hesitated only a moment before picking up the unconscious girl "Is there somewhere that I may place them until then?"
"Panic room" Bobby replied gruffly "best place for them till we know what happened here."
Nodding Castiel disappeared taking Mary with him; he was gone for only a moment when he reappeared at Dean's side. "I will take him inside."
Nodding Dean stood and watched as Cas effortlessly lifted Sam and in moments had once again disappeared.
"Well that settles it she must be a Winchester." Bobby said dryly from behind as he followed Dean into the house.
Pausing Dean turned to stare at bobby "What?"
"Well trouble's your middle name, makes sense that the female of the species would the worst."
"Funny Bobby, I'm cracking up here...really your making jokes now?"
"Who said I'm jokin boy."
They quickly made their way down to the panic room and rushed inside. Dean stood in the centre of the room, his eyes passing over the two people currently lying unconscious on the cots, concern marring his features.
"Any change Cas?"
"I am sorry Dean, neither Sam nor Mary have made any move to awaken."
Running a hand across his face, Dean swore to himself that he knew how Bobby felt when he said that they would be the death of him.
"I bet I've gone totally grey in the future." He said wearily "she's been here three days and she's already giving me an ulcer. Dammit, I knew if the soulless wonder pissed her off she'd kick his ass. I just didn't expect this..."
"Dean, Sam is unhurt. Whatever occurred has not injured him..." Castiel said reassuringly.
"and Mary?"
"She has diminished her grace greatly. I do not know how this will affect her or how long she will remain unconscious."
"So we just wait?"
"Yes, we wait."
Pulling a chair between the two cots Dean sat down "Right then, Cas and I will take first watch, Bobby..."
"Dean I must go." Castiel said quietly, refusing to meet Dean's eyes.
Exasperated Dean let out a groan "Cas come on, she's your kid don't you want to make sure she's okay?"
"Pray for me if she awakes before I return and I will come immediately." Castiel replied. Sensing Dean's disapproval he continued quietly "This changes nothing Dean, I am at war I must go."
"You keep saying that Cas, but other than that you ain't given us jack."
Shaking his head Castiel sent a last look towards the cot where Mary lay unmoving before disappearing with a whispered "I'm sorry."
"Son of a bitch!" Dean snarled as Castiel once again ran out on him. "I swear I'm nailing his freaking wings down the next time he appears."
"Christ Bobby, what the hell do I do? These two aren't the only ones giving me an ulcer."
Clapping a hand on his surrogate son's shoulder Bobby squeezed softly "Welcome to my world son."
"How'd you do it?" Dean asked, a wry grin forming on his face.
"Whisky, lots of whisky."
Dean let out a short bark of laughter "Sounds like a plan Bobby."
"You keep watch on these two idgits. I'll get the whisky."
"Some pie'd be great to Bobby."
"I'll see what I can do." Bobby said laughingly as he made his way out of the panic room leaving Dean alone with his two charges.
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Groaning Sam opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the bright light of the room. Sitting up his first thought I'm in the panic room, what the hell have I done now? He saw Dean asleep on a chair, his head tilted at an angle which was bound to hurt when he awakened.
"Dean." He called to his brother his gaze never leaving him as his eyes fluttered open and he slowly came awake.
"Sam?"
"Yeah I'm awake, what happened?"
"Mary zapped you with some serious angel mojo. You've been out for hours." Dean replied as he pulled himself up on his seat and looked over to where Mary lay still unconscious.
"Dean who's Mary?" Sam asked, noticing for the first time the young woman who appeared to be asleep on the other cot.
Dean stilled, his whole being screaming out that this wasn't the same Sam that had been with him for the last six months. His posture, the look on his face was all Sammy. "Sam, what do remember?"
"Lucifer, swan diving into the pit ... after that nothing." Sam replied a frown forming on his face as he tried to remember what happened. "How'd you get me out?"
Dean stood quickly, the chair on which he had been sitting flying across the room. Pulling his brother into his arms in a fierce hug he whispered "Sammy."
Sam drew away from his brother a look of confusion marring his handsome features "Dean you're weirding me out...what's going on?"
"I don't know how she did it, but it's been a long time since you've been yourself Sammy."
"I'm still not getting the picture Dean, pretend I'm you and spell it out." Sam said, still confused by his brother's words, his actions. "What did she do to me Dean?"
"She did what all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't do." Dean replied a huge grin spreading across his face as the reality of having his Sammy back began to sink in.
"What's that, what did she do?"
"She put you back together Sammy, she gave you back your soul."
TBC –
A/N Thanks for reading CG1