P/N: I'm sorry to thosse of you who like this story but the author's haven't worked on it so it's discontinued for now. It might be worked on again or if I get permission from the authors I can continue it if that's what you guys want but unless that happens there won't be any more parts untill furthur notice. Again, I apologize.
Zachariah makes a friend while trying to figure out how to get his grace back. Sam and Dean are stuck with Shawn and Gus as they try to contact Castiel.
"Dammit! I am so tired of that son of a bitch!" Dean yelled as he kicked at the ground. "Now what're we supposed to do?!"
Sam set a hand on his older brother's shoulder in an attempt to calm him. "Dean, relax. We're gonna figure this out," he said.
"How?!" Dean practically screamed. He was frustrated and tired and just wanted to go home. "I've tried calling Cas but he's not coming! I don't know what to do!" He dropped his head into his hands and let out a heavy sigh.
"We could try summoning him," Sam suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. "Who knows? It could work."
"Ooh! You can summon angels?" Shawn asked excitedly. "That's so cool! Can we help?"
Dean glared at the psychic, his green eyes hard. "No, this isn't something to mess around with," he stated firmly.
"Ah, come on, Dean! We're buds now, aren't we?" Shawn patted Dean's shoulder, making the elder Winchester frown at his touch. He shook his hand off and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Sorry, Shawn. It's been nice knowing you but Sam and I just need to get home. We can't afford anymore distractions," Dean replied.
"Dean, we could use their help. We'll have to find Zachariah to finish him off and Shawn and Gus know this place better than we do," Sam told his brother. "They can tag along."
Dean sighed loudly before nodding curtly. "Fine," he grumbled. Shawn and Gus smirked as they fist-bumped each other.
"Sooo...how do we summon an angel?" Shawn asked, a smile on his lips as he thought.
"Well, we have to recite an Enochian chant, but there's a lot more that has to be done," Sam explained.
"Enochi-what?" the psychic questioned, his brows raised in confusion. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Enochian. It's the language angels speak," Dean said.
"Oooooh, okay." Shawn pressed his lips together and shared a look with Gus. "So, what're we waiting for? Let's summon ourselves an angel!"
Zachariah let out a defeated sigh. He had no idea where he was and without his grace, he was vulnerable and weak. He knew the Winchesters would be looking for him again but he didn't know how to get his powers back. So now he was stuck in a human body surrounded by other stupid humans.
"Hey, you okay?" A man's voice startled Zachariah from his thoughts and he glanced to his left to see that a cop car had pulled up next to him. Inside sat the man that had helped him earlier, the one that smiled and waved too much. What was his name? Buzz, that was it!
"I'm fine," Zachariah replied curtly and continued walking.
"You sure? You don't look fine," Buzz said. He got out of his car and began walking next to the angel.
"I'm sure." Zachariah kept his eyes fixed ahead but the officer wasn't giving up.
"Why don't we just take you back to the station, Woody? Maybe then you'll feel better," Buzz suggested. Zachariah remembered that his vessel's name was Woody and with no other plan, he decided to go along with it.
"That sounds like a good idea," Zachariah said tiredly.
"Alright, let's go." Buzz led him to the car and they got in. Zachariah immediately started to form a plan to get his grace back. Maybe Buzz could help with that.