But for the grace
Chuck snapped his fingers. Sam and Dean were swept into the middle of the room by wind unseen. Sam's eyes were wide, worried now that all the wounds and fire damage was done to his soul were visible on his exposed skin. Dean gawked. He didn't even mean to. Yet after living in an alternate time dimension with someone as long as Dean had lived with Sam, he thought there were few details left about the guy that would surprise him. He'd still never seen those scars in all the time they'd been together in the great elsewhere.
"Dean...Put your hand on his chest." Chuck waved Dean forward. Dean swallowed.
"This isn't going to be filmed or any weird kink like that is it?" Dean coughed.
"Dude! You're like talking to freaking God!" Sam shrugged, tilting his head as if to say Really, Dean?!
Dean nodded. And then, carefully, he placed his palm on a scar at the center of Sam's chest that looked like it had been made with a hook. Sam had confided in him that once Lucifer hung him from the doors of the Cage, but he'd never wanted to let his mind go there.
Dean's face fell and he felt an instant surge of compassion go up his arm. His hand started to burn a soft white. Dean gasped as Sam's scars began to flicker and disappear.
Sam's eyes went wide, having felt a strange sense of peace go through him, euphoric with the strength of an opium.
"Alright, now, Dean's turn." Chuck snapped his fingers. The mark of Cain and scars from Dean's own time on all Hell rack became visible on Dean's skin. Dean let out a little groan, not having expected that.
"Sam...Do like Dean did." Chuck nodded. Sam reached and took the Mark in one hand and placed his other on Dean's shoulder which was burned perpetually by hooks and chains.
Sam flinched when Dean's eyes rolled with euphoria. Sam's hands came away, glowing blue-white. The scars were gone.
"It look-looks like?" Sam's mouth opened in wide shock.
"It looks like grace. Because it is." Chuck smiled. Sam and Dean looked at Chuck stunned.
"Guys, for some reason, while you two were tripping the light fantastic through my other universes, your bond turned into its own unique kind of grace. It's actually more powerful than archangel grace." Chuck folded his arms.
"We need to test it, but this stuff has amazing potential, boys. To keep you two and Cas alive for starters." Chuck smiled.
"And Jack! Jack would still be a kid here if it's only been one day! W-we we could heal him!" Sam smiled.
"Right. It only works on people you have a true bond with, so if you really really do love Jack, then it will work. Otherwise, it could be a problem…"Chuck proceeded to rattle off random bouts of information. Dean, a bit overwhelmed, pulled a T-shirt on. Sam, a bit cold now, did the same, eyes wide, hair standing on wild ends of static electric grace.
Just then, Castiel soared through the open window and landed on the bed, knocking several of Dean's other-worldly newspapers off a table.
"Sam! Dean! I'm so happy I could sing. You're back and I got my wings back and...Is that grace?" Cas' head tilted to the side, having landed in a heap of wings. He then noticed Chuck.
"Hey, Cas. Glad you showed up. We've got a lot of tests to run. This is probably the greatest creation I ever had an indirect hand in making! Knew I was making the right call when I let you guys go through all that crap…"Chuck turned away.
Cas stood up, completely unaware that he'd entangled Sam in his wings, went to Dean and flipped his hands over.
"This...This is magnificent." Cas smiled.
Dean blinked, stunned, a little smile curling his lip too.
"Uh, I think you turned my brother into a burrito there, feathers." Dean ran his finger down one of Cas' wing feathers. Cas eyes popped open, noticing the tuft of Sam's hair sticking out of the tightly coiled wing.
"Oh! I'm sorry...I forgot about having them open in the house...I haven't had wings in so long…"Cas let Sam drop to the floor in a heap of confounded laughter.