Chapter 6
Dean opened his eyes to find two pairs of concerned eyes looking at him. He looked around at his surroundings and realized he was on the couch in Bobby's living room. He didn't have any memory of how he got here, except for the ringing still sounding in his ears. He rubbed his temples trying to massage the pain away.
"Dean, you ok?" Sam asked as he checked his eyes.
"Yeah, think so, what happened?" he asked batting his brother's hand away with a huff.
"We were reading and things started to vibrate in here and we heard a high pitched whine. I found you on the ground semi-conscious. There was glass broken all around you. So I got you up and brought you here."
"Do you know what happened son?"
"I'm not sure, but it's happened before, right after I dug my way out of that grave and found that old run down gas station. Somethin' blew the windows outta there too and messed with the radio and tv."
"Bobby what'd you think?"
"I'd say somethin' is tryin' to communicate with you, but it ain't doin' too good a job."
"Could it be what pulled Dean out?"
"Maybe, look I found a spell for summoning angels that we might be able to use to summon it to us."
"You sure that's a good idea, I mean, we don't know for sure that's what it is."
"Well I for one want to know, I'm tired of ending up with a fricking headache and being showered in glass."
Dean complained getting up off the couch with a little help from Sam.
"It's worth a shot, I haven't found nothin' else that comes close to havin' the power to pull a soul from hell."
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"Are you sure that's everythin'?" Dean asked, looking over Bobby's shoulder into the brass bowl that he was mixing the ingredients in.
"Ain't the first summonin' spell I done boy, now stand back and give me some room." Bobby growled at him, making him back off.
Dean began to pace back and forth fidgeting, while Sam leaned calmly against the wall of one of the storage buildings at the back of the salvage yard. They had painted sigils on the walls around them and a devil's trap on the floor in front of the only door. Both brothers stood still and straighter when Bobby pulled matches out to light the contents of the bowl. They gripped weapons by their side, tensing as the flame caught the contents, sending a two foot blue flame up in the air causing the three hunters to shield their eyes from the brightness. Sam and Dean looked around the building, looking for a present after the smoke dispersed and their eyes adjusted, but didn't see anyone or anything.
"How long this suppose to take?" Dean asked impatiently, as fifteen minutes went by and still no one showed. He adjusted the hold on the weapon in his right hand, trying to control his breathing and heart rate.
"Not like I've tried summoning an angel before, maybe they have a different time table."
How long we going to wait?"
"As long as it takes, I want some answers." Dean replied, as he began to pace again.
Sam sighed and found a crate to sit on while they waited. Bobby pulled another one over and sat down beside him, both men trying to get comfortable for the wait. They both watched Dean pace back and forth in front of them as time slowly continued to tick by.
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Sam noticed it first as he felt a vibration travel down the metal wall he was leaning against. He got up and placed his hand on the wall before turning to Dean.
"Dean, something's happenin'." Sam said slowly, as he walked closer to him. Both brothers kicked into full hunter mode trying to prepare themselves for whatever was coming.
Dean looked up as the metal began to rattle and shake making everyone jump at the sound. A steady roar began to fill the air and an electric charge made their hair stand on end. Thunder clapped near the building and lightening struck nearby, shaking the ground under their feet. All three hunters remained silent and tense, waiting for something to appear.
"Sam! You ok?" Dean yelled over the increasing noise when the doors flew open, letting in a whirlwind that picked up anything loose and sent it flying around the room. The hunters shielded their faces from the flying debris, trying to watch as best they could.
As quickly as it started, the commotion stopped and a lone figure walked into the building. Light bulbs popped and sparked as he stepped into the devil's trap and out, without any problem. He was Dean's height with dark hair, piercing blue eyes and wearing a trench coat over a dark suit. The man walked further into the building looking at the three hunters ready to do battle. He didn't seem intimidating or dangerous or what they expected.
"Who are you?" Dean asked sternly.
"I am Castiel." he answered in a gravely voice.
"So that's your name, but what are you?"
"I am an angel of the Lord."
"You're an angel?" Bobby scoffed in disbelief.
"Yes.
"Kind of thought you would be more..." Sam started not sure of the words he wanted.
"Get the hell out of here, there's no such thing." Dean rebutted.
"This is your problem Dean, you have no faith." he said standing tall and allowing the massiveness of his wings to spread out behind him, making the hunters step back in shock.
"Why hasn't anyone seen any angels before?" Sam asked.
"My true form is the size of your Chrysler building; it would burn the eyes of anyone who witnessed it. It can be overwhelming to humans and also my true voice, but you already know that, don't you Dean."
"So all that breaking glass was you? Next time, lower the volume."
"Yes, that was my mistake; certain people can perceive my true visage. I thought you were one of them, however I was wrong."
"What visage are you in now, a tax accountant?"
"This is a vessel."
"Wait a vessel? You're possessing some poor bastard?"
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this. It was his choice. A human has to allow us this honor."
"Well I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"
"We should talk in private." Castiel stated laying a hand on his arm and transporting them out of the building.
"What the hell!" Bobby growled.
"Damnit!" Sam yelled, looking around for his brother and the angel. He growled in frustration not sure what to do now.
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Dean's body felt like he was floating in water and his ears roared as he felt his arm gripped tightly by the hand of the angel. His legs buckled and he would have fallen if not for Castiel's support, when he felt solid ground under his feet again. He blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what just happened as he looked out on a beautiful, calm lake.
"What just happened?" Dean grunted jerking his arm out of Castiel's grasp.
"I thought it would be better if we spoke in private."
"Where are we?"
"I thought this would make you more comfortable, I pulled it from your memories, you seemed to like this place."
Dean looked around again taking in the surroundings, but with a more critical eye and realized this was were their Dad use to take them when they were kids. This was about the only place that he had felt like they were a real family and he could be just a kid and not the warrior his Dad raised him to be.
"Who are you?"
"I told you, I'm an angel."
"Why, of all the souls in hell, why did you pull me out?"
"Good things do happen Dean."
"Not in my experience."
"What's the matter?" Castiel asked him eyeing him closely. "You don't think you deserve to be saved?"
"Why'd you do it?"
"Because God commanded it. We have work for you to do." Castiel stated.
"Work? Why would God want me, I'm a nobody, I'm sure there's better people out there than me."
"You and your brother are important for the future of mankind. I have been tasked to watch over you until you are needed."
"Look man, I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't need anyone watching me, so you can tell your boss to take a hike. Take me back to my brother." he demanded.
Castiel's eyes flashed darker blue as he got in Dean's personnel space. "You need to show me some respect Dean Winchester. I pulled you out of Hell; I can toss you back in." With a rush of air and swish of wings Castiel vanished leaving Dean standing perplexed and shocked. He swallowed hard and looked around.
"Come on!" he yelled throwing his arms up in the air. He fished around in his jacket pocket for his cell and dialed his brother's number.
"Dean!" Sam cried when he answered. "Where are you? You ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, look remember that camp Dad took us to a couple of times when we were kids, the one with the lake?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, get your ass in the car and head that way, I'll try to get a ride and meet you somewhere along the way." he growled as he began to walk toward the road.
"Why are you walking? Why doesn't Castiel bring you back?"
"Let's just say you don't piss off the nerd angel, now move it, I want to get back home." he grumbled as he began walking toward the entrance of the camp.
"On my way." Sam chuckled wondering what the story behind that was.
A/N: A mistake was pointed out to me by a reader and I hope I have corrected it enough to make the story flow better. Thank you for letting me know. Thanks for all who have followed, favored and reviewed. Please review.
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