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Dean's breathing was heavy, and now that the monster was done with, he tried to calm himself down. It was all in vain, because once he saw Castiel lying on the floor unconscious, his heart went insane. "Cas!" he yelled out. Dean moved towards him and bent down. He moved the body of the dead Djinn aside so he could get a better view of Cas' face. "Cas! Wake up!" Dean shook Cas in hopes of getting him to make a sound. Cas grunted. "Cas! Hey!" Cas slowly opened his eyes. Dean felt flooded with relief. "Hey, you alright?" Dean asked with a serious tone. "Ngh… yes Dean… I'm…" He tried getting up but fell back down. "Don't push it," Dean said warily to Cas. "I'm fine," Cas stood up on his knees and swayed a little. Dean caught him by the elbow, just like he caught his gaze. They looked at each other for a while, just examining one another.

There was something Dean had been wanting to say to Cas, he just couldn't remember right now. Dean was completely adjusted on Cas, taking in his every feature. He had loosened his grip and Cas fell over to the floor again. Dean noticed something wasn't right. "Hey, why are you so damn woozy?" he asked Cas. "Something strange struck me," he said, "something alien."

"Well what the hell was it?" Cas looked towards the floor and something anomalous caught his eye. Dean followed his view and saw some atypical artifact. It was about four feet away and taking up about a foot and a half of space. It looked like a strange kind of hammer. Something derived from what appeared to be somewhat close to the eighteenth century. The hammer was old-fashioned and had strange scribblings all over itself. The rigid, wooden handle had an assortment of scribbles throughout its entirety as well.

Cas stood up and walked carefully towards the object. He picked it up and inspected it. Dean approached it and noticed more things about it. The top, rock part of the hammer itself also had what Dean noticed were symbols. The head of the hammer was cylindrical and strangely blunt. It gleamed with a silver color and reflected light easily, though the low-lighting of the warehouse prevented much light to be bounced back off.

Cas turned the hammer every which way, investigating every single symbol on it. "Cas," Dean said finally, "what the hell is that?"

"It's…" Cas trailed off. There was something eerie about it, Dean could feel it. The symbols appeared to be glowing a strange, pale blue. "Oh no…" Cas said.

"What is it…?" Dean asked, now more worried than ever. "It's a hammer," he said. "Way to figure that out, Sherlock," he said. "What I mean is what kind of weapon is it?"

Cas kept examining it. "It's an angelic weapon," he said, "well, it's an angelic weapon because it's made from angels. This is actually a weapon made to repel and fight angels."

"Wait, made from angels? What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked. "This…weapon, it's full and made from the graces of fallen angels," Cas said. Dean was caught offguard.

"So you're saying this is made from dead angels?" Cas nodded. "It's safe to say that they were killed in the process." He swayed a bit and almost fell over. "You're still woozy?" Dean asked with a small smirk. "No," Cas said, regaining his footing, "this weapon is doing something to me. It's as if it's diminishing me of my strength." Dean grabbed the hammer. "Well, better me holding it than you." Dean took the object but wasn't expecting the weight. He could still carry it, but it looked lighter than it was. Cas finally regained some of the color to his face. "I think we're done here," Dean said, walking towards the Djinn and pulling his knife out from the body.

Dean looked towards the entrance of the warehouse and saw Sam making his way inside. He looked at the dead Djinn sprawled on the floor and the strange hammer. "Oh…that's what took you so long."

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Dean kept looking at Cas, not letting him vanish. It was difficult for him to drive and worry about him at the same time. That angel weapon was too sneaky. It could've done anything to Cas without him even knowing it. He got hit on the head pretty bad with that thing, it was surprising he wasn't in some sort of angelic coma, but Dean had been worrying about Cas way before. Cas had sounded way too freaked out when Dean had called him about the hunt. It had gotten worse when Cas had actually gotten there. He looked agitated and extremely spooked. Dean was about to break down and say something before Cas had gotten hit on the head with the hammer. Why had he been acting so damn strange? Had Dean said something? No, BECAUSE HE HAD HARDLY EVEN TALKED TO HIM! Dean couldn't see his way around it. He was lost and it was going to bother him throughout the entire night. Dean hoped he could somehow find a way to bring up the subject without making the situation go to hell.

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Dean parked the Impala in front of the motel and made his way out with Sam and Cas following. It had gotten extremely dark and the night was emanating the sounds of crickets. He dug for the keys in his pocket and quickly opened the rusty lock of the work motel door. The boys dumped their bags towards the beds and Dean laid down against his. Sam made his way towards his laptop and said, "I'm going to do some research on the weapon; see what I can dig up." Dean grunted in approval and almost forgot about Cas. He was standing and looking at the hammer that was set on the table, not to be handled or messed with. "I shall go to heaven and gather more knowledge on the weapon," he said, not looking away from it.

Dean sat up and was about to say something, anything, but Castiel had already vanished. Dean cussed lowly to himself. Should he call back for him? No, it's too late. He's probably millions of miles away from him by now. He should've said something when he had the chance. Real damn smooth, he thought. "Alright," he said to Sam after a moment, "I'm out." Dean laid back down and took up every centimeter of the soft, fluffy bed. He let out most of his stress and worries in one long, relieving sigh. There was still one worry on his mind, a worry he could never stop thinking of, even when he was right there next to him. That worry that was either in the back of his mind, or staring him in the face with those shining blue eyes. Dean finally fell asleep.

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That was insane, it wasn't possible. Two-hundred angels? Two-hundred angels contained within one small tool?

Cas was back in the forest in Indiana, sitting on top of the same boulder. Collecting his thoughts and trying his best to not be in a state of shock was his important priority right now. He had gone to heaven to gather information about the strange artifact, and he got what he had wanted. One angel

had said that the weapon had been forged long ago, and it had been made specifically for combat against angels, but Cas had already figured that. He kept asking angel after angel but most of them hadn't existed long enough to know about the weapon. Cas finally stumbled upon Dimitri, a peer he had known for a while and shared many different memories with.

Dimitri had said that the graces of fallen angels had been transferred and contained within the hammer. Cas had felt that when he had grabbed and examined it. He remembered the sick, noxious feeling he'd gotten when he held the terrible thing for too long. Just out of curiosity, he'd asked how many angels it contained. It was overwhelming.

Cas was feeling shocked just going back to that memory. That weapon had the potential to cause massive destruction! He had to do something before anyone knew about it. Castiel had to inform the Winchesters.

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Castiel arrived to the motel with terrible urgency, but his urgency was shut off when he heard Dean's soft snores. He stood in front of the Winchesters, watching how calmly they both slept. Cas was surprised Sam wasn't awake and on his computer. He looked over to the alarm clock resting on the nightstand next to Dean's bed. The clock showed 4:37 AM. I must've taken some time, Cas supposed. He wanted to inform Dean about the weapon. The weapon! Cas quietly looked around the room for the hammer and found it resting on the dinner table on the far side of the room, the strange symbols glowing an almost unnoticeable pale blue. Cas thought twice and left the weapon resting on the table. He looked back at the Winchesters and wondered what he should do. They hardly got any sleep… ever, especially not like this. Cas thought he might as well stay the night and wait it out. If anyone came for the weapon, Cas would be there to stop them.

He took a seat on a couch set on the left side of the room facing Dean's bed. It was comfortable and fluffy, so he settled in easily. The room was somewhat appealing. The deep, yellow light being given off by the lamp in between Sam and Dean's bed made the whole room seem cozy and laid back, Cas almost yawned himself. Dean was tussled in a mess of blankets and sheets, snoring with his mouth slightly open and drooling a bit. Sam was laying sideways facing away from Castiel, sleeping very quietly. It was incredibly outstanding knowing what these two are capable of, and then seeing them like this. It's like you almost forget that they're human beings too, and they do normal, human things. Cas found it very interesting to see them do things out of their nature, but Cas didn't like Dean's own "out of his nature" today.

What had been happening to him? Dean had kept eyeing Cas down harder and harder with every passing second. He remembered that look of worry Dean had kept looking at him with. Cas never did find out why Dean had acted the way he did. Dean had seemed much happier when he had finished killing the Djinn…but then again, he always looks better after a hunt. Should Cas even bother anymore? He already knew more things about Dean than he wanted to anyways. The memory gave him the chills.

It had been so bizarre, spending time in Dean's dreams. Cas could've imagined a number of things Dean would be dreaming of, and for Dean to be dreaming of Cas was extremely surprising. Dean has been through so much, it' amazing his dreams aren't tormented with terrible memories or restless nightmares. Did he use Cas as an outlet to peace? Perhaps Dean found serenity by thinking about him. Could Dean be dreaming about him right now? Cas inspected Dean from a distance.

It was impossible to tell what was going on in his head. He was sleeping very deeply, his eyes closed from the day's worries. Dean almost looked focused on something. Cas saw Dean's brow furrow quickly and then relax. What would he be focusing on during his sleep? Cas couldn't hear a sound coming out of Dean; something was truly perplexing him. Cas was beginning to worry. He'd come to know Dean as a constant mumbler during his sleep, so seeing him like this wouldn't have a good reason behind it. Dean was being way too quiet…

He got up and slowly moved towards Dean. Cas cancelled out everything around him. His every sense was focused on one thing, Dean. Cas took in the smell of Dean's worn cologne which he had sprayed on this morning. It smelled of a sweet mixture of spices and pines. The noises of crickets made his way out of his conscious. The sound of the restroom faucet dripping water droplets slowly echoed out of existence, and Sam's barely audible breathing gradually disappeared. All Cas heard now was Dean's slow, deep breathing. Cas focused his vision on Dean's every fiber. Everything around Cas blurred except Dean. Dean's every feature aggrandized and shined like never before. Dean's tanned skin glowed and his hair turned a lovely mixture of a deep brown with an even deeper yellow mixed all together. His facial features were brought out. Cas noticed a lot more things about Dean. Cas noticed Dean's elf like ears, the several freckles that were splattered all across his face, his scruffy stubble he hadn't shaved, his curly eyelashes, and his pouty lips. He was amazed at what he was seeing. Dean was truly shining. Cas wanted to stay stationary and keep looking at Dean; let the time fly, but he had to keep going. Cas finally placed two fingers to Dean's forehead, and the ground below him disappeared.

Sorry for the cliffhanger guys (and various other ones...) I actually had to stop it here because I don't have much yet for the next chapter (school's been a bitch), but it'll be descriptive and hopefully you'll love it. Thank you guys for sticking around, I really appreciate the support you're giving me and the story. See you in the next chapter :D!