Tenshi no Onchou

Grace of (an) Angel

Warnings!

Rated for Language and Violence, death of innocents and people who have no relation to this story, mentions of Demonic violence, blood, broken bones

Both this chapter and next few chapters

Hurt/limp! Angeled!Dean and Hurt/limp!Angeled!Sammy, Awesome/understanding/Freaked out/hurt/ hopeful/Daddy John! And worried/worried / slightly freaked out!Bobby

Please note that this is a completely AU fan Fiction. Mainly focusing on !Teen!chesters! for most of the story.

Japanese; Tenshi no Onchou, please, this was done on Google translator, please correct it if it's wrong...

Please note that this is an AU Fiction, to a certain point. Something's, such as Mary's death will still happen. However, some of the characters, such as John's attitude, will be slightly different, i.e. more understanding, he will take care of Sammy and Dean more efficiently, as this is not an abuse fic, (and Gabe had a small part with stuffs) and not as hell bent on hunting,

If you don't like that, don't read it!

Teaching lessons to inhuman Archangels, if you don't like the way supernatural portrays the Archangels, I advise you to click the back button... please don't flame me with religious stuffs, as this is a fan fiction and I will take it off if I get too many people saying shit, so why ruin it for others?

Having said that, please if you find any spelling errors, grammar or it just doesn't flow properly with the story, Pleases, tell me! I will fix it!

Characters: Dean; 16, Sam; 12, John, Bobby, Castiel/Cas, Gabe/Gabriel and snippets of Michael and Lucifer (well more or less).


Full summary

When a Demon Hunt goes wrong; the outcome is two 'Angeled up' Winchester brothers that John has the delight of dealing with. Only the small family has no idea what they are up against... will Sam and Dean learn to control their new abilities or will they fall victim to the Demons that now hunt them?


Chapter 2

Coming to after being knocked out or passing out from exhaustion is always the same... at least that's what his brain was telling him. Only this time, the pictures-is memories... felt a little more foggy than usual. Like it was played through one of those really old, refrigerator sized televisions. He didn't think this body had any more life threatening injuries. He- no, the light? - had healed the internal and external punctures and lacerations before this -his? - body had bleed out. That had been easy, the healing. What was hard was the fact of remembering how he had managed to do something like that. His knowledge was suppling him the information, yelling at him- that human beings could not heal that fast.

And yet but one of the last memories he-his body- remembers feeling was pain and fear, before both gave away to light- which was closely followed by darkness. Perhaps it was a good thing. The darkness was the only thing present now. The light is long gone and it took the warmth along with it. As soon as this thought passes there's an instinct or a feeling telling him that the warmth and light aren't gone. They have been with him all his life; he just never felt- no, searched for it before... he always had someone or something to complement him before the light. Only he couldn't remember what it was.

The thought eventually dispersed into the seemingly everlasting darkness that was associated with the unconscious state of a multi-cellular, carbon based organism of humans- classification- Homo sapiens: total of 46 diploid chromosomes with over three million base DNA pairs, consisting of the bases adenine, thymine, cytosine and guanine, which were bound by- two; in the case of adenine and thymine or three- weak hydrogen bonds, cytosine and guanine-

Wait... how did he know that...? The information had just... suddenly jumped before, seemingly, resetting within the dark.

Dean...

That name... that's his name. His name for sixteen years, the light felt so much older. So much more knowledge and experience that made sixteen years seem so small... and yet it is still his life... But who is saying his name? Was it dangerous? Would it cause this-his body more pain and fear?

Dean...

It's louder this time. Stronger. The voice sounds familiar. He racked his brain for the owner of that voice. Until words whispered to him from inside the darkness. Human. Orders. Father. Look after Sammy...

Sammy was- is his... brother... right?

Younger, the voice inside his dark spoke to him, protect... save him...

That's his job, he remembers now, he has to protect and save his younger brother!

'Dean... Wake up...'

The outside voice of the human- 'father' spoke to him again. The voice said it was if father, he could trust the voice inside... it brought the warmth and light. And the outside voice brought feelings of safety... but also worry and sadness...

Only to wake up... he wasn't quite sure how to wake up... he wasn't sure if he wanted to... the dark was warm. Familiar. Safe.

'Come on, son. Sam... Help,'

That's right; Sam must be out of the darkness. So to get out of the darkness, did he just follow his father's voice? It was then he latched onto the path of the voice and opened his eye lids he seemingly forgot his body had.

A raggedy face swam into view. Concerned, scared, steely eyes locked onto him. Dad. Orders. Father. John. Human. Hunter... Like Dean is.

"Dean, can you hear me?" his father asked.

Was there something wrong with his hearing? It sounded as if he was underwater. How strange.

Sammy... brother. Hurt. Protect. Always protect. Save...

"S'm," Dean gasped out, his chest heaving for air.

His vocal cords didn't fell right either. But he waited for a response from his father without dwelling on that minor detail.

"He's... fine Dean... sleeping see? Are you okay?" his father said. Pure distress, which was rarely shown by the oldest hunter, infected the very foundation of John's gravelly voice.

Dean didn't answer the question. The warm darkness was already enclosing around the outside of his hazy vision.

The last thought before he fell into oblivion was that Sammy- his brother- was alive...


John's POV

It might have been years before the light faded away, even if he blacked out, it felt like years to John. Every instinct was screaming to get his boys and run. Run as far and as fast away from this town, this forest as his legs and the Impala could carry him.

But he didn't. He needed to figure out what the Hell just happened. Bobby was only an hour or so away that would be the first person John has in mind to call. He needed help. His boys needed help. If is boys were still Dean and Sam.

The hunter stood up shakily, using the he had fallen against as support. His stomach twisted when he surveyed the area around him. The clearing was completely destroyed. The ground was scorched and the leaves which had once covered the ground had been burnt to a crisp. The once beautiful oak tree was now nothing but a burnt, twisted piece of wood which had once been the tree trunk. The trees which surrounded the clearing had been completely levelled.

But that wasn't what scared John. What scared the hunter the most was the fact that his two boys where in the very centre of the destruction.

But... if everything else was destroyed, then why wasn't John missing a limb or something, or even breathing for that matter; not that the hunter was complaining. The tree he had backed into wasn't even scratched. It was perfectly fine. John shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had much bigger things to worry about at the moment.

The moon wasn't so high in the sky from when he had last remembered seeing it; which meant John hadn't lost any more than an hour.

Without a second thought, John pulls out the final flask of holy water from his pocket. As he approached Dean and Sam, he noticed that the wound left by the demons where... gone? How was that possible? Vampires couldn't even heal in that short space of time and there were no signs of Vampire nests or even Skin Walkers or Shape Shifters in this town or any of the surrounding areas.

He splashed some holy water on both Sam and Dean from where he standing. Nothing. Not even a flinch. That ruled out demonic possession which was good enough for John.

The hunter walked shakily over to his sons. He checked them both over and sure enough only their clothes were stained from whatever knives and various 'negotiation' methods those damn demons used on his kids.

He roughly grabbed Dean's shoulder and shook his eldest gently.

"Dean..." John called.

He was rewarded with a slight flicker of his son's eyelids and the hunter felt his heart soar with hope.

"Dean," John said again in hopes his son would wake up.

This time he got a half mumble from the sixteen year old.

"Dean, please wake up," John begged.

More flickering eyelids; it as if Dean was lost in the realm of dreams.

If only it was that simple, John thought to himself.

'Come on, son. Sam needs our help and I can't do this alone,' John coaxed.

This time Dean opened his confused eyes. For a second John could have sworn he saw a flicker of glowing blue instead of his son's hazel eyes; the same colour of the light. But it was gone as soon as it appeared. For the sake of his sanity and his both of his son's wellbeing; John pressed what he thought he saw to the back of his mind. It didn't matter what happened with the weird as hell light. Dean and Sam were no possessed by any demon and they weren't a monster either; and that was good enough for John.

The confusion lifted slightly and Dean seemed to get more coherent.

"Dean, can you hear me?" John asked.

Dean studied him for a second before panic swam onto his features. All of a sudden John could have sworn he had felt the confusion, fear and panic, emotions which were not his own- Emotions which the hunter could see written all over Dean's features.

"S'm," Dean muttered hoarsely, as if his vocal cords hadn't been used in years.

John felt his throat almost constrict and his stomach twist painfully. He looked over to Sam, how was still in the same state from when John had first seen him. But if Dean was okay, then Sam had to be too... right?

Clearing his throat, he spoke with as much confidence he could muster, "He's... fine Dean, sleeping see? Are you okay?"

He never got an answer because as soon as he finished the sentence, Dean's eyes rolled back and his son's weight suddenly doubled as he passed out.


It took him about half an hour to get back to the Impala. During the trip through the forest, neither of his sons woke up or even twitched, it scared the hell out of him. He had carefully loaded them into the Impala, placing Sammy in the front, his feet resting in the food well and his head resting on John's lap. Thankfully the kid was still rather small, as he hadn't seemed to have quite hit a growth spurt just yet. Dean was carefully placed in the back seat; the only keeping upright was the seat belt strapped across his chest. The rest of his body hung limp and only moved when the car jolted with every bump and turn.

Of course the ride to Bobby's was completely silent. Which was almost strange, usually after a hunt, John would turn on some music to lighten the dark cloud that hung over his sons. But both were out cold, and the older hunter was not in the mood for loud thumping of drums or the screeching guitar of Metallica.

He was lucky, no one pulled him over for speeding and there were no cops in sight, not that he was going to argue with that. One thing that had gone wrong was the fact that none of his cell phones were working. Even the ones he had hidden in the Impala. John was considering the EMF of the demons, but they legged it into the forest, opposite from the car. The strange light, perhaps? That seemed to go on forever, was it possible it fried the electronic equipment in the car- which was on the edge of the forest- over five kilometres away?

He shook his head, no time for that now, Dean and Sam's safety was the number one priority. Bobby will just have to live the surprise visit. Hopefully John will live through it too...

The sun was finally rising when he pulled into the Singer Salvage Yard. John could hear the puppy, Ramsfield, barking at a distance from his kennel. He pulled up the drive and parked as close to the old house as he possibly could.

"Bobby!" John yelled.

There was a soft thud from inside the house. Some muffled cussing. But soon enough John heard some heavy foot falls slowly approaching closer with each passing second. Singer must have fallen asleep on his damn desk again.

"I hope you realise what time it is, Winchester," Bobby Singer growled out as he opened the front door.

"I would love to give a sarcastic comment, Singer, but we have bigger problems," John said opening the Impala's passenger door.

He pulled out an unconscious Sam, sighing at the look of annoyance on Bobby's face.

"They need to be tested, silver, iron, holy water, salt and whatever you can think of. In fact, test me too," John said sorrowfully not making eye contact with Bobby. The older hunter took a cautious step back, studying John with a trained eye.

"Christo," Bobby muttered.

Nothing happened and the older hunter relaxed slightly before looking the hunter square in the eye.

"John... are you okay? What happened? I thought it was just a normal demon hunt- well as normal as those damn hunts can get," Bobby said slowly.

John looked at the ground briefly, contemplating on the answer of fine or not so fine. Bobby studied John superstitiously before nodding.

"I set you up with the tests," the Bobby said.


Hours and an explanation later John sat at Bobby's kitchen table holding his head in his hands. He had told Bobby about the strange light, the demons, the fucked up hunt and any other detail he could think of... which wasn't much.

"Are you sure you have no clue to what could have happened to them?" John asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"I've done every test, law and myth I can find and think of, if they were anything I've come across in a book before, Demonic, Shifters, Vamps, Wraiths, Werewolves. Hell I've even checked for things that don't even exist anymore, we would know," Bobby said.

The eldest Winchester looked as if he had aged ten years in the last few hours. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally; it didn't take a genius to figure that out.

"You need rest, John. I'll keep an eye on the kids, and I'll wake you up if there is any change. But to deal with the situation when they do wake up, you need sleep," Bobby stated.

"I can't... I just can't," John said looking over at the unconscious Dean and Sam, "you didn't see it when Dean woke up, the confusion, he was so scared... And for a second he looked at me and it was like he didn't even remember me. I dragged the two of them through that forest and they didn't even stir."

Bobby growled out in frustration, "Look, they have no signs of trauma or head injuries. In fact they look fine..."

John felt his temper flare.

"Exactly 'they look fine'. No wounds. I saw them bleeding all over the ground, Dean's arm looked broken and they must have passed out from blood loss. So you tell me, how can wounds like that heal in under what was at the very least twenty minutes? Not even Vamps are known for healing that quickly!" John finished in a panicked yell.

Bobby waited a moment for the elder Winchester to calm down before reasoning.

"Look, they are still Dean and Sammy. They didn't react to any of the tests, I really don't think that have anything evil in em'," Bobby said.

John's shoulders slumped.

"I know, I'm just freaked... that light... what was it?" John muttered more to himself than Bobby.

"I know, I know. But you still need sleep. If you don't climb up that stare case right now I will personally drug you and drag you up there myself." Bobby growled.

John knows he will certainly needed the rest, only the next day would require much more than a good nights sleep to get over what would happen...


Sorry i haven't updated in so long, i was finishing my final year at school, with three 30% assighments... it was Hell

Anyways- i still have exams but- there should be more updates

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