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Abandon All Hope
ORIGIONAL Summary: Takes place during Season 5 episode 'Abandon All Hope', what if Castiel managed to escape? What if he got to the store just as Ellen opened the doors? What if...
Chapter Summary: Panicky although not wanting to show it, Sam, Dean, and Ellen and Jo all basically speed the entire way back to Bobby's house hoping beyond belief that Castiel will wake up...or even stop bleeding...
Warning(s): Mentioned brief character death, blood, mentioning of Hellhounds, the devil, curse words, Hurt! Castiel, and...probably some other crap too.
Character(s): (mentioned)Reapers, Jo, Ellen, Sam, Dean, Castiel, (mentioned?)Lucifer, Bobby.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL
LAST TIME
Dean nodded and looked at the others determined, "Okay, explanations for everything later. First things first, we need to get out of here and head back to Bobby's, hopefully by then Cas's Angel mojo will have him healed up good as new and we can figure out what the fuck to do next."
It took a lot of maneuvering and a lot of incidents with tripping or dropping him, but soon they all managed to get Castiel laid down on his side in the backseat of the truck with his wings awkwardly stuffed through the small window above the back seat which had them practically stuck in place pinned tightly together. They all felt horrible when Castiel whimpered or yelled throughout the process of getting him into the truck but they had no choice, there was no way he was fitting inside the impala, not with his wings as huge as they were.
Now, their main priority was getting the hell outta dodge and back to Bobby's Salvage Yard where they could figure out what to do next.
Dean knew getting lost in lost while driving was dangerous but that's why he had Sam up front with him, to let him know if any traffic was popping up. Though he was surprised that no demons or the freaking devil was coming after them. . .
"...Dean..."
Quickly looking away from the road, Dean saw Sam staring at his hands in his lap, "I-I...I-m so sorry..."
Dean clenched his jaw and said nothing, what the hell was he supposed to say? Oh don't worry Sammy all you did was let the Devil loose, no biggie? Inwardly he sighed when he saw Sam curl in on himself before staring out the window and not saying anything else.
The tense, and extremely awkward, silence that entered the Impala was broken by the shrill ringing of Dean's cellphone.
"Get that for me?" Dean coughed keeping his eyes on the road but gesturing to the glove department where he threw his phone.
Wordlessly Sam reached out and grabbed the cell, only pausing momentarily to reach who it was, "It's Jo," Sam quickly answered the phone and put it on speaker. Before either boy could speak Jo immediately spoke,
"Dean I thought you said Cas's healing would kick in?! He's bleeding out in the backseat!"
"What?!" Sam and Dean both yelled, the Impala quickly screeching to a stop and they both turned to look behind then at Ellen's truck as it came to a stop behind them.
"Damnit," Dean muttered, "Bobby's is about another hour to two hours out. If we really speed and don't stop we'll get there in under an hour and can patch Cas up, we can't go nowhere with his wings out."
"Okay, well start driving already!" Jo hung up, and the boys could only watch as the truck suddenly revved it's engine and sped past them down the road. Dean was quick to follow after them.
"Damnit!" Dean cut the wheel and took a shortcut across some grass to get to the next late to the next exit, "Message Bobby and tell him to get all his medical supplies ready."
"Okay." Dean nodded as Sam called Bobby and then began to explain the situation and then began apologizing, deciding not to listen in anymore Dean ignored the phone call and focused solely on getting back to Bobby's.
All in all he was close with guessing it'd take lest then an hour to get there if they speeded, it ended up taking them fifty-two minutes. But even then Dean worried they had taken too damn long to get there.
Ellen skidded to a stop just a few feet from Bobby's front door, Jo ran out and rushed to the door and began banging on it,
"Oi! Bobby open up! We're here!"
Not even a second later the door flung open with Bobby there in his wheelchair scowling at Jo, "No shit Sherlock, what the hell took you so long?"
It took a lot of pulling and manipulating but finally Sam and Dean, with the help of Ellen, got Castiel's wings mostly out and where able to put him out with them. Everyone felt sick at the sight of how much blood covered Castiel and leaked all over the truck. Bobby was beyond surprised since this was his first time seeing like this, or even hurt this badly.
"Balls..." Bobby muttered eyeing the blood dripping down Castiel's arms and the long tares across his skin, "Take him to the living room, it's where I got everything laid out."
"Right," Dean muttered as him and Sam grunted under Castiel's weight, and even with the both of them lifting they struggled up the porch steps to get Castiel inside. Jo rushed forward with her mom to lift Castiel's wings so they didn't drag across the ground, leaving anymore long trails of blood.
No matter how gently they laid him down, a small whimper was the response they got once Castiel was on his back in the middle of the floor. The sight of Castiel on the floor with his wings spread out beneath him, reminded Sam and Dean vividly of past Angels they've seen once dead and it made them feel sick associating those memories with Castiel.
"We need to strip him." Ellen said eyeing up Castiel's torn and clearly dirty clothing. Ellen rolled her eyes at the awkward looks she received in response, "Come on you pansies! He's your friend right? Would you rather his wounds get infected from dirty clothes?"
"Shut up." Dean scowled but immediately was by Castiel's side and slowly began lifting up the trench coat, "Uhh...Sam give me the knife."
"What? Why?"
"Because there's no way in hell these clothes are coming off around his wings!"
Soundlessly Sam handed over Ruby's knife and they all waited as Dean cut away strip after strip of Castiel's clothes. The end result was a blood-stained pile of cloth off to the side and one bare (from the waist up) Angel with wounds much...deeper and in different variety then they had expected to see.
"Oh my god..." Jo gasped bringing her hands up to her mouth.
"Are those..." Dean trailed off, gulping loudly, he knew exactly what the hell most of those wounds were from. Hellhounds. And Dean knew Bobby and Sam did too.
"Oh hell..." Bobby ran a hand down his face before barking out to the others, "Well what the hell are you all staring at him for?! Hurry up and get started!"
Nobody knew what the hell to say. They got his clothes off, they wiped away the blood (and dear god was the a lot of it...), and they started patching him up...most of the wounds needed stitches...Jo had ran off to the bathroom and started throwing up once they got to the wound on Castiel's wrist. It looked like something bit him, hard, the white of bone was clearly visible through the still gushing blood. They made sure to be extra careful with wrapping that wound. They needed to send Ellen out to go buy more gauze and bandages when they realized what they had wasn't enough to cover all of his wounds. Throughout the entire process Castiel didn't wake up once, he did however flinch and let out small little hisses every time they began working on a new wound.
It wasn't until Jo pointed out blood was pooling around underneath of Castiel's wings that they really took notice of them for the first time.
They were huge, not in width but length wise, they definitely were longer then Castiel even Sam. It took looking really closely to see any blood or wounds across the sleek pitch black feathers. It was because they were looking so closely that the even noticed around the very tips of each feather was a dark blue making it a bit harder to look away from them. The feathers and the very bottom and the back side of the wings were...crispy. As though burned and scarred over.
Just as Ellen reached forward with a wet washcloth to clean away the blood and see how bad the wounds on the wings were, a hand shot out a grabbed her wrist in a firm yet gentle grip.
She, along with the others, were shocked to see a bleary eyed Castiel was the one who had grabbed her wrist.
"Don't."
None of them liked how raspy or weak Castiel's voice sounded as he said that. It sounded like it took all his energy just to say that one word.
"Cas!" Dean tried to grin, hint tried but failed miserably.
"Don't."
Sam's eyebrow's knitted together as he noticed Castiel had yet to let go of Ellen's wrist, "Don't what?"
"...Human's...c'n't touch...wings...n't...safe..." Castiel slurred his eyes glazing over just a bit as he slowly let go of Ellen's wrist.
"It's not safe for us to touch your wings?" Bobby repeated to see if he got it right, at Castiel's weak nod he continued, "Still they're bleeding. They need to get bandaged up."
Castiel frowned at Bobby but said nothing, instead he began to concentrate on a spot above Bobby's head.
"Castiel?" Ellen snapped her fingers hoping to get his attention to refocus. After a solid minute of staring at the wall, Castiel's eyes suddenly began glowing and his wings shimmered before disappearing altogether.
"Whoa!" Jo leaned back startled.
"T-There..." Castiel panted looking on the verge of passing out once again, "S-Shouldn't...get...in...the...way...now..."
"But are the healed?" Sam asked staring at the spot where the wings had left behind a puddle of blood, and frowning when Castiel shook his head no, "You can't heal them?"
"Can't...heal a-at...all..." Castiel murmured, "Not...enough...grace...too...too tir'd..."
"Grace? You mean your angel mojo?" Dean asked slightly beginning to panic at the thought of Castiel not healing and saying he was tired. Angels didn't need to sleep damnit! "Why're you all out?"
"Used it...brought...brought her back..." Castiel answered closing his eyes but reopening them when Bobby asked,
"Brought who back?"
It wasn't Castiel who answered instead it was Ellen, "Jo. H-He brought Jo back, I saw him do it...she...she stopped breathing, and a reaper showed up but Castiel threatened him and when he touched her forehead she...she just stared breathing again..."
Jo looked down at her lap and Ellen stared at her, while everyone else was looking back and forth between the three of them.
"...You...you saved Jo?" Dean asked settling on staring back at the glazed blue eyes that were watching him.
Castiel hummed in acknowledgement before saying, "Need to set up wards...Angels will come."
"We can do that later, you're still hurt and if you can't heal we need to finish patching you up and get some food in you to help replenish all that blood you've lose." Bobby said leaving no room for argument.
Regardless Castiel reached out and dipped his fingers into the puddle of blood his wings left behind, and began tracing a sigil into the floorboards.
"Cas stop moving you're gonna make your injuries worse!" Sam said his eyes widening.
"...M'...won't die...no grace leakin' out...just lost too much blood, tir'd. Be fine...wake up...later."
And just like that, Castiel was unconscious once more leaving everyone to stare at his prone form.
"...And I thought you two would be the death of me..." Bobby grumbled, sighing loudly.
Unable to help himself Dean began laughing. Loudly. And shortly after Sam began to laugh as well, causing the others to stare at them oddly.
Dean smiled at Sam with tears in his eyes and said, "He really is like an honorary Winchester huh?"
"Yep." Sam grinned.
And there it is everyone, the last chapter for this supposed to be one-shot.
Sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed or if it seems crappy altogether.
This kind of gave me an idea for a bonding fic between Ellen, Jo, and Castiel or Bobby and Castiel...we'll see.
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