"Okay, stand back a bit. This might be a little intense," Wiccan Dean said as he pushed his counterpart away from the circle on the floor where they'd carefully helped Sam lay down. The youngest Winchester was still a little out of it when they'd led him to the atrium and helped him lay down without messing up any of the chalk lines that Wiccan Dean had so carefully made.

"Got it," Dean replied as he gave the other Dean a thumbs up before backing away.

"Here goes," Wiccan Dean announced as he snagged his book off the table, he took a small knife from his pocket and ran the blade through a lit candle a few times before moving to the symbol that had nothing on it. He made a small cut on his thumb and let three drops fall as he started reading out loud from the book, voice low but full of power and promise. He tucked the knife away as he moved back to his starting pose, even with Sam's head as he continued to read in a language the other Dean had never heard. It almost sounded similar to the Enochian he'd heard but there was something a little different about the way this sounded. More like a dialect, like the difference between the Latin from their books and that they you heard in the Vatican.

The circle began to glow as Wiccan Dean let his eyes shut as he continued to repeat one of the phrases from the book and the four corners started to pulse with power as the light seemed to pour into Sam. The youngest Winchester grunted as the light made it's way into him. He didn't seem to be in pain, but almost like he was being overwhelmed by the feeling of the power that was moving into his body and making him glow with a resonance in time with the chanting that Wiccan Dean was continuing.

The Wiccan Dean started moving around the circle; eyes open once more as he looked at the book, reading a new set of chants from the book as he went. The power and light seemed to flare as he paused before each item around the circle. His whole body was tense as he finally finished the circuit and his voice rose in pitch before a final flare of power and light rushed into Sam before the whole room fell silent.

Dean looked around the circle and noted that the three ingredients of the spell seemed to have evaporated as the light died down and vanished. He felt a smile come to his face as Sam sat up and looked over at him. "Sammy!" he called as he moved to help his brother to his feet. He turned to look at the other him as he got Sam to his feet. "Thanks man!"

"No ... problem..." Wiccan Dean replied as he swayed a little, just before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor, book open as it slid away under a nearby table, and pain clearly evident on the Wiccan's face.

"Dude!" Dean called as he felt Sam wiuld be stable enough on his feet for the eldest Winchester to go to the fallen man's side. "Um... this feels weird. Dean, wake up!" he shouted, checking the other for a pulse. He felt a wave of relief as he felt the other's steady heartbeat.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked, concern on his face as he knelt next to his brother and his collapsed brother from another dimension.

"I don't know. He seemed okay a minute ago," Dean replied, worry also clearly evident on his face. "He's breathing at least."

"You think we should move him?" Sam asked eyes wide with worry as his hands made abortive motions towards the collapsed Dean.

"Probably?" Dean offered, his hands reached for the fallen man when the ground began to shake and a low rumbling cut through the building. Dean braced himself over the unconscious man just as Sam did when the shaking intensified. A bit of dust fell from the ceiling but luckily the bunker was well-built and nothing else was shaken loose.

"Dude, what in the Hell is going on?" Sam practically shouted as the rumbling started to die down.

"I would recommend getting off of my Charge," a familiar, gravelly voice instructed them. The voice seemed emotionless at first but there was an undertone that neither of the brother's could quite place at first.

"And who are you?" Dean demanded as he looked up through the dust to see a very familiar face.

"I am Castiel. An Angel of the Lord. But you already know that, Dean Winchester," Castiel replied with a slight smile on his face.

TBC ...