A/N: Hello everyone! I am so sorry for the hellatus. I didn't mean for it to happen. I ran out of ideas. What can I say, you people should send requests. Snowball8679: Thank you so much for the only request I have ever gotten. I put it in this chapter, I hope you like it. Olivesandowls2001: Thank you for your review. It was greatly appreciated. I assure you I had a great time writing this storyline. It's something I've been planning from this fic's conception. Jamiefin: Yes, Cas is in on it. Why, Supernatural writers, why?! *Gross sobbing* Unfortunately, I cannot change canon. Here's your update, I will try not to let it go so long again. Lessley00: I'm glad you're enjoying the story! Yeah, that was a looong time ago now. Please keep reading!
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Chapter 11
Dean walked into the motel room, setting down bags of Chinese, "Hey, Sammy! I'm back! You want food?" No response. Dean walked through the room, "Sam?" Finally he heard a thump. Following the noise, he walked around a bed to find Sam, lying on the ground, his long limbs flailing everywhere, every muscle in his face contracted, forcing his mouth into a horrible straight sort of grin. "Sam!" Dean dropped beside him, ignoring the pain as an arm caught him in the face. He shook his brother, "Sam! Sammy! Come on, wake up!" The seizers continued for at least another thirty seconds, then slowed jerkily, like a demented wind-up toy running out. Finally they stopped, Sam's body going limp. Dean shook him again, then paused, "No. No, no, no, no, no." He gathered the slight figure into his arms, a single tear falling down his cheek, "No. Come on, you gotta fight this. Come on, Sam. Come on, you can't go, not like this. Not today. Come on dammit. You gotta hold on. Please," He paused, "Sam?" No response. "SAAAM!"
Dean jerked awake to a sitting position, breathing hard. He looked over at the neighboring bed. Sam lay there, sleeping peacefully, a smile gracing his feminine face as he slept. Dean swung his legs out of bed, sitting to watch Sam sleep, reassuring himself that his brother was still alive. Back before the change, he'd sometimes even put his hand on Sam's chest, in desperate need of the added reassurance that he was breathing. Even now he wanted to, despite the fact that it would be really creepy. The dream scared him. He'd had it many times before, the dream of Sam's wall falling, though this was the first time the female version had featured. He watched the gentle rise and fall of breath, the smile ensuring the dreams weren't deadly Hell memories, and sighed, standing to go get himself a beer. As long as he was up, he might as well do some work. Also, maybe it would help shake the image of that tight, grimacing smile that haunted him.
He got on the laptop, searching for signs of Gabriel. That needed to be top priority. Finding Gabriel and making him pay. Failing that, he would take news of the two clumsy douchebags that had tortured Sam. The thought of them made him see red. Dean skimmed through one google search after another, cursing as he got nowhere. Research was Sam's department. He never had been half so good at it. At least things were (sort of) back to normal now. It had been a couple of weeks since the "period" incident, and they were coping pretty well. Cas had disappeared a few days into it and no one had heard from him since. Dean hoped he was all right. He worried about the angel. Cas had been acting weird lately, and Dean hoped he hadn't bitten off more than he could chew with Raphael. He frustratedly clicked the "next" button on his current search.
At the same moment, almost as though the click had caused the next event, Cas fell to the floor from a few feet up with a thud, an awkward mass of tan coat and feathers. Wait… feathers? Dean did a double take. No, he was right. Cas lay on his back, two immense jet black wings stretching from his shoulders. Dean stared in shocked fascination as the angel moaned, attempting to roll onto his side to stand up, only to cry out in pain and roll back as he landed wrong on one wing.
Coming to himself, Dean ran to help, carefully stepping over one wing, haphazardly sprawled across the floor like a foreign body unrelated to the rest. He grabbed Cas's arm, hauling him to a sitting position.
"Thank you, Dean."
"What happened to you?"
"I… Don't know. I was-" He broke off. He had been on a mission for Crowley, and that was NOT something Dean needed to know about. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, all of a sudden I found myself here." He stretched one wing around, running a hand down it as though as surprised and confused by it as Dean was, "This is wrong."
"Yeah. No shit, Sherlock."
Cas looked at him, confused. His name wasn't- Oh well. He would figure it out later. For now he would just let it go. "No, this is very wrong. My wings should not be manifest."
A door opening attracted Dean's attention, and he looked to see a bleary-eyed Sam stumbling in, eyes squeezed shut and hair sticking up at all angles from his long braid. He ran his hand through the hair at the top of his head, only succeeding in making it stick up more. He put a hand on the wall, not opening his eyes as he spoke, "Dean, what are you doing? It's three in the morning. Do you have to crash around like that?"
"Yeah, well, we have something of an emergency."
"Huh?" His eyes opened ever so slightly, "Oh. Hi Cas. Well, I'm going to bed now. See you in the morning. Please shut up." He started to walk out of the room, then turned back around, unsure he had really seen what he thought he had, "Wait. Cas, do you have… wings?"
Cas sighed, "Yes. It would seem that something has occurred. Regardless, I should be going." He sat for a few seconds, staring into space. His eyes narrowed.
"Well?"
The angel looked over at Dean, "I don't understand. I am unable to go anywhere."
"What do you mean 'you can't go anywhere?'"
"Something is interfering with my grace."