The Divine Power Of Man/ Slash Ending #1, Part 2 A/N: second part of the first ending. Sorry for the confusing, Opuss wouldn't allow me to post it all in one part. So here is part 2. Enjoy. I hope. Dean: As soon as Sam had left, Dean could feel a shift in the room and a calm presence took over. Dean could feel his heartbeat slow down and his anger subside. Suddently, he could hear it, as clear as a bell inside his head. "Dean. Can you hear me?" Dean spun around but saw nothing but the unconsius form of the angel on the bed. "Cas?" he asked, with more then a little worry in his voice. Worry for the angel or him self, Dean wasn't sure, but something was wrong. "Dean, listen to me. My vessel is damaged beyond my powers. I need your help." Dean had no trouble in reconising the voice of the angel but where was he? He spun around again, searching the room."Cas, where the hell are you?!" he asked irritated. There was no sign of the angel. Finally he found the emf and it went nuts, beeping like crazy the closer he had it to his body." oh no you didn't!" he shuddered. Was Cas already roaming around inside of him?? Again, the voice, as clear as day:"Dean, I am not inside of you. I am communicating with you via telepathy." Dean started to sweat:"You telling me you are inside my brain?!" he could almost feel the angel roll its eyes at him. " I can not read your mind if that's what you are thinking. I can't unless you let me. You can hear me in your head but I can't hear you think. You have to talk to me to being abel to comunicate with me in any way. Jimmys body is damaged, and I can't get it to coorporate." Dean thought that over for a second."So I got you yapping around my brain all the time, but I can't bug you? That's not fair!" again, the eyerolling."And stop rolling your eyes at me! I thought you couldn't do the out-of-body-talking with me without my head exploded?" he looked at the unmoving body, poking it a bit, making sure Cas wasn't pulling his leg. 'Cause Castiel usually didsuch things, an eternal bucket of fun, he was. "I can't talk to you directly, in my true form, your right, your head would probably explode. But this, this seem to work." Dean had expected more, but the Angel was silent. Huh. "Okay." He said after a few seconds."so, uhh what's going on?" Castiel: What's going on? Castiel wasn't sure how to answer that, he wasn't even sure he knew himself. He hesitated before answering:"Im not sure." what else could he say? He knew Dean wanted more from him, but he couldn't give it to him. "We need to contact the profett. He will probably know by know." dean froze up. He didn't enjoy the company of the Profet Chuck, whom had published his visions. Castiel didn't see the problem, that was how the profets worked, spread the word of the Lord. "Chuck?!" Castiel cringed at the raised voice."He will know what attack us and what protected us from it." Deans eyes bulged out at that. "protected us? I got knocked out and you got fried, extra crispy! How the the hell is that protecting us?!" that was as clear as day for the Soldier, but not for the hunter, apparently."We are still alive." "ish"Dean added and Castiel concured. There was something wrong. He only hoped that, once he got Dean talked into contacting the Profett, that the telephathy line would stay intact. Deans sigh told Castiel that he had won the human over."Okay fine. We'll call Chuck." Chuck: The blinding pain had subsided and Chuck had crawled over to his computer, typing away. He was shaking after what he had seen, after what had happened to the Angel and to Dean Winchester. This was not something the writer had seen coming, and apparently, neigther had anybody else. There was a first time for everything, he guesed. Including, being told from above, to censur his visions. Or rather, to get his visions censured. He had felt something more was going on then what he had been showned, but he didn't get the usual glance behing the curtain. Somebody was witholding informations from him. It was very weird and the nervous writer, not for the first time, wished he hadn't been chosen for thos burden as a Profet. As he wrote down the last line ~"okay, fine. We'll call Chuck."Dean said in a gravelly voice,~ his cellphone rang. He shouldn't had been caught by surprice, but he did. He jumped in his seat, knocking the cup of old orange juice over, hitting his keyboard. He cursed, tipping the keyboard so the juice could drain from it, while looking for his cell. Spotting it on the kitchen table, he streached for it, still holding the keyboard, and with a last effort, he caught it and switched it open."Dean?" he asked, knowing who and why he called. Before the hunter got a chance to answer, he proceeded "You okay? Is Castiel okay?!" he went back to his computer, hitting Safe and making a online backup, as he always did. "Chuck! so you know?!" the nervous writer dapped his keyboard with his old robe and cringed at the angry voice on the other end of the line."Yeah. I mean, I know what happened, but I don't know what happened." Dean: "Yeah. I mean, I know what happened, but I don't know what happened." Dean rubbed his forhead. An angel was litterally perching on his shoulder, a profet was babbling along in his ear and his soulless brother was sulking somewhere god only knew. A headache was forming somewhere behind his eyes. "Listen to me, Chuck!" he cut through the rambling man at the end of the line. It went quiet."Do you know what attacked us, or don't you?!" Castiel started yabbing again, he knew who had attacked them, they needed to know who had saved them. Yeah, stuff it, wingman, Dean thought as Chuck on the other end of the line nervously cleared his throath."Yeah, eh that,that, was, eh one of the angels. Raphael, I think." Cas was getting impatient."Ask him what saved us Dean, we know who attacked us!" Dean snapped. "Will you shut up for one second?!" everybody got quiet for a second, although, knowing the angel as Dean did, he was sure he would pay for that later. Even Chuck had stopped his nervous yabbing. "Im sorry."he whispered through the line. " Not you Chuck! God! " Dean was really starting to get frustrated and took a deep breath again, turning to the unconsius form of the angel."Cas, will you please stop talking when Im on the phone? It's confusing enough as it is, not having you running at 1000mph in my head." silence, then:" Of cause." though he didn't sound like he ment it, he did give Dean a few moments of silence. Dean sighed." Chuck," he said, turning his attention to the man on the phone "do you know what kept a hand over us, durring the angel attack?" he could hear the writer shuffel around on the other line, then a few clicking on what sounded like a keyboard. "No, sorry Dean. I was cut of from that tidbit." Dean straightend at that."They can do that?" again he looked at the unmoving body on the bed. Son of a bitch." Apparently. I've never tried that before, though..." the profet sounded defeted. "Im sorry I wasn't to more help, Dean." Dean nodded and turned his attention towards the doore when he heard something outside of it."Yeah, that's fine Chuck. I'll call you back." he snapped his phone shut and grabbed his gun from the small of his back and tip toed to the door. God, he hoped it was Sam. Castiel: Something was wrong. Castiel could feel it, a calming precense tookover despite Deans reaction. What ever was outside the door, it wasn't...bad. He was still hurt over Dean snapping at him, but this was important. "Dean, be carefull. Somethings wrong here." Dean looked one last time over towards the bed where the vessel lay. "No shit Sherlock." in a fluid motion, he threw open the door and pointed his weapon straight at...a woman, who stood smiling on the doorstep. She didn't say anything, she just smiled and with crossed eyes, she looked at the weapon that was inches from her face. Then she looked at Dean and then, straight at Castiel, whom was standing at Deans left side. Castiel swallowed a lump suddently forming in his throath. Realization hit him like a freight train, and he fell to his knees, bowing in front of the being on the doorstep. Dean: Suddently, Castiel gasped and went quiet. Dean didn't dare to turn around, but keept his weapon still, pointing at the woman standing in front of him, wearing a goofy smile. She was tall, and had pitch black hail with a wift of blue in it. The big brown eyes were kind and marked with a thick black line in the sides. She was wearing blue jeans and a orange tank top, with a big scarf around her neck. She looked like an emo of something, Dean wasn't sure, but something wasn't right. "who the hell are you?!" Dean demanded, not lowering the gun. The woman didn't say anything, just smiled and schrugged, then skiped past Dean, into the room. Dean would normally had put a bullit in anybody who would just barge into his motelroom like that, but there was something about the woman. She went in a beeline over to the bed which held Cas' body, and stod at the end, looking down at the vessel. She sighed sadly and then looked at Dean and smiled a little smile. Then she looked beside him. Dean wondered for a second if she could see Cas. She probably could. Something made him lower his weapon to his leg, not letting it go, still weary about her every move. She tilted her head in a familiar manner, and a consentrated look fell over her face. Then she smiled and looked back at Dean again. She waved him over to the bed, smiling, and Dean who at first hesitated, went to her side. She was easilly as tall as him, and when she smiled and looked at him, a warm calm chrached over him and he felt almost sleepy. She then went to the side of the bed, and for a short second, she looked at the body, then back to Dean's side. "Can you fix him?" Dean asked the woman who smiled again and then touched the forhead of the body, just like Dean had seen Cas do pleanty of times, sometimes to heal, sometimes to transport and again, sometimes to smite. Dean gasped and his weapon flew up, his finger sqweesing the trigger. Just before he gave it that last pull, a gasp came from the bed and Cas sat straight up in bed. Dean was stunned into immobility. Was Cas back where he belonged? "Cas?" Sam: He'd soon realized that stomping away in anger, didn't help him. He'd give Dean 10 minutes to cool of, then go back, try and convince him to leave the broken angel behind and get their asses out of Dodge. If it didn't work, Sam was leaving alone, heading out by himself. As Sam turned the corner, he saw the door into their motel room close. Sam straightend up in an instant and grapped his weapon, creeping closer to the closed door. He tried to listen through the thin door, but the silence in there was only cut through by Deans low bas. There was no way Sam would be abel to hear what went on in there. Just as Sam put his hand on the doorknob, he heard a loude gasp from inside. Like somebody suddently breaking through wather after a too long a dive. Then Deans voice, a little higher this time. "Cas?" that's when Sam decided to open the door and step inside. Castiel: It had felt like lightning shooting through him. He had been told he had a choise and what the consequences of each choise had been. It hadn't been easy, suddently to have a choice. No matter what, there would still be love and hate, war and peace... He hadn't dared to refuse to make the decision, but he didn't know what She would prefere. In the end, he'd let his Grace guide him. That was when She had smiled and he had felt a tug in his being and suddently, everything had turned black. When he woke up again, his lungs were burning, his eyes hurt and his vessel ached in every joint, like it never had before under his care. He felt a moment of panick. Had he fallen? What had happened? He looked up at the sound of his name being whispered. Dean. Dean was there, only a few feet away, looking worried. She was there as well. He gasped afain, pulling him self up the wall, schocked and in awe. He scuttled out of bed, just as the door was opened. He knew it was Sam, but right now, he didn't care. He went down on one knee, bowing his head, showing his utmost respect and obedience, as he should. This was it. Sam: The sight that greeted him was not what he had imagined: Castiel was awake, bowing like some sort of knight on the floor infront of a blue haird woman who just smiled a goofy smile. Dean was standing with his side to Sam, looking utterly dumbfund and confused. What the hell was going on? "Dean?" he asked wearily, not getting a reaction from his brother. A few seconds later, Dean lifted his hand in a shusshing motion, almost in trance. Then waving him towards him, slowely, like approching a mad dog. Sudently the woman shrugged and looked from the bowing Castiel, to Sam. Her brown eyes pirced straight in to his soulless being. Sam suddently felt an intence pain in his chest, back and head. He felt to his knees, only hearing Deans call as a faint whisper over the loude screaming noice that threthend to explode his head. Suddently everything went black and silent. Sam felt to the floor. Dean: When Sam suddently felt to his knees, screaming in agony, Dean kinda snapped out of it. He rushed to his side, but just as soon as Sam had started screaming and clutching his head, the screaming stopped, and he went limp. Dean cheked his puls. It was racing like a bullit train, but it was there. Passed out, not dead. Dean looked up at the still bowing Cas and then at the woman who just stood there with a lifted eyebrow and small smile on her lips. What the hell was going on here?! "You did this, didn't you?!" he demanded, clutching the bigger shape of his soulless brother. His responsebility, his fault... The same old mantra keept repeating it self over and over, again and again, in his head. Suddently, Cas stood up in a fluid motion and in a stone face and with eyes glittring like a mad mans, he went to Sams other side, lifting him up like he was a child. Castiel: The order was clear and precise and clear as a bell in his head, in his being: "Help him, Castiel." The old familiar feeling of compleat obediance and love had sweept over him and he was feeling better then he had in hundred of years. He got up, and went to Sams side, picking him up and carring him to the bed. He was recharged, his battery full of Grace. There was nothing he couldn't do. He was following orders and it felt good, it felt right. He didn't think, just did. Carefully, he layed the human on the bed, stepping aside, standing at attention, starring straight out, waiting for his next order. He hardly heard Deans insisting voice, demanding an answer. Castiel keept quiet. "Thank you, Castiel." She said and he felt another charge flew through him. He knew the humans would call it pride, but he was compleatly drained of any human emotions and knew he was incapable of feeling anything but obediance and divine love. "Watch, Castiel." came the new order, and he did what he was told. She stepped over to Sam who was unconsius on the bed. As she laid her hand on his chest, Castiel felt rather then saw, Dean flew at her. He knew he was trying to protect his brother aginst something he had no chance in understanding. Before Dean even reached the bed, Castiel was smack infront of him, starring him straight in his eyes. Dean stopped his charge, mesmorized at Castiels starring eyes. Dean had seen this look in his eyes before, the first time they had meet. Then Castiel said, in a calm voice:"Stand down Dean. Have faith." Dean didn't move. Castiel turned around slowly, looking at the bed as he had been told. She had a consentrated look on Her face, but still she smiled. Castiel understood what She was doing and She was teaching him. This would help Sam. Dean: He didn't feel calm with having crazy emo lady putting her dirty paws on Sam, but Cas...Cas was different, calm, full of grace (and not in the purely elegant way) and apparently the crazies. Dean could see it in his eyes and it nailed Dean to the floor. Suddently, the woman straightned up and with a smile, turned to Dean. "Sam is fine." Castiel said. "How are you?" he asked with no emotions in his monotone voice and suddently, Dean got the distinct impression that it wasn't Cas who was talking. He was just a meatpuppet, speaking for the woman. "Why doesn't she speak for her self? Who the hell is she?!" he demanded to know which only resulted in being pinned to the wall, with a furrius Cas straight up in his face. "Watch your mouth, human!" Dean didn't know what took him more by surprice:the fact that again,Cas got one over him or his verbal reaction. This was so not the Castiel Dean had gotten to know and respect and, maybe, even admire. This was a bag of dick, just like the rest of the angels. Something broke inside of Dean at the insanity in Castiels eyes. He had gotten the wind knocked out of him and when he spoke, it was in a small, breathless voice. "Who are you, man? What did she do to you?" Suddently, Castiel released him and stepped away. The woman lay her hand on his shoulder, calming him down. She stepped in front of Dean, obvius the only consius person in the room that respected Deans private space. She looked at him with kind eyes, then gently took his face in her hands. Then she bend in and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Dean felt an electrick jolt through his being and his body hummed in a calm he hadn't experienced before. This was deffiantly different. Suddently the world zoomed in on the woman and he felt like he knew her, he just couldn't put a finger on her idendity. " Is that you, God?" he whispered, like a little child, not sure if it really was Santa who was climbing down the chimney or just grandpa, stumbling around in a drunken haze. She stepped back with an amuzed smile on her lips. Then she looked at Castiel, who stepped forward, to stand by her side. She looked back at Dean and schrugged and made a Smack! Sound with her lips. Then, with a Boob! Like another clown, she touched Deans nose. That was the last thing he remembered before everything turned black. Castiel: Castiel reached out and caught Dean Winchester and layed him down gingerly on the bed, as he had been told. He turned around and waited for Her next order. This, this felt right. This was right. The Angel had hope again: now things in Heaven would be sorted out, Sam could get his soul back and the two Winchester hunters would be abel to live a normal #life, like they both wanted. And Castiel could return to Heaven. "Castiel. My Angel. You, I will miss the most." Her divine voice boomed in his mind and he couldn't help his head in snapping around and look straight at Her. What did that mean? Usually, Her orders were clear and precise, not strange and...human, like this. But Castiel couldn't say anything, he wasn't worthy. "Castiel, speak to me. You have always served me well, and will continue to do so. What do you wish for yourself?" suddently, Castiel was terrified. This was blasphemy, but when it was God her self who spoke the words...what could he answer? What did he want for him self? Nobody had ever asked him that before, not even Dean... As the thoughts flew through his brain, She smiled and nodded. "You have always been very bright, Castiel. That is a good choice. It will be granted. Now, lay down on the bed." For a second, he hesitated, not sure what She meant. It didn't matter what She ment, She had a plan and he would follow Her blindy. He did as he was told to, and lay down beside the unconsius hunter. She bowed over him. "Now relax. This wil not hurt one bit." and she stroked his hair and kissed his forhead. "This is right." Then everything went black. Sam: Slowly he opened his eyes. It had been a dream, he guessed as he looked at the red number on the clock radio. He didn't usually sleep, but apparently, he had this night. He could hear Deans soft snorring from the other bed. Sam got up and looked at his sleeping brother. He was safe. Satisfied, Sam took his jacket and slipped out in the night, hoping there was a bar open at 3.58 in Hickville, Wyoming. Dean: He heard the soft click from the door and knew he was alone in the motelroom. Sam had left again. Dean didn't want to know what his brother did during the nights, but he had promised Dean not to do something stupid. Earlier, that had been enough, but these days... Sam didn't know what was right and what was wrong. He probably never would. Dean wasn't sure just how much more Sams body could handle, and after what Cas had said about the state of his soul in Hell, well, Dean wasn't sure if bringing back Sam would be a good idea. There had to be another way. Cas had to help them, somehow. If Cas didn't have the mojo, and the rest of the angels didn't gave a rats ass, well maybe there were only one force left in the universe, capable of pull this one off. Maybe God was the only way out, and He must know that with all Sam have sacrificed during the years, he had earned this. In Deans book, God owed them, owed Sam, big time. Even if he wanted to, Dean could not go back to sleep now. He thought about his dream. Cas was back, asking for a favor. A big one this time. But then again, with all they had been through, all the crap Cas had pulled him and Sam out of, this was nothing. Decision made, he got up, found his jacket and left the room. There had been a field not far from the motel. He could call Cas from there. Castiel: Standing outside the house of one Gary Barnes he suddently heard his name being called from somewhere far far away. He reconized the need, the sorrow and the power in the voice, it was a voice of prayer. It was not the usual hymen or rhythmic prayer humans had passed down through generations, from father to son, from mother to daughter. No, this was different, but the underlying note of total surrender and strenght was there. It was unmistakenly a prayer and it was from Dean. Castiel could do nothing but obay and appear on the field just out of Wyoming where his charge was standing. As he appeared behind Dean, he did nothing to hide his dissapointment over the human who now turned around and had a look of regret on his face. "Cas, I'm ehh, I'm sorry, about earlier, but you can't just spring that on a guy, asking to roam around his being like that, it's creepy!" Dean was talking too fast and Castiel knew that to be a sign of nerves and anger and of cause, regret. Castiel didn't move or react to it, letting Dean get it all out. The angel was getting more and more upset at the lame appologies from the hunter. He just stared at him, waiting. " Hey, man, are you okay?" Dean suddently stopped his tirade of words, and approached him. Dean was still nervous but also conserned now. Why he hadn't been that earlier, Castiel didn't know. It was usually like this, Dean needed a little time to adjust, Castiel usually never gave him that time, and Dean would do the right thing in the end. Castiel looked up at him "What did you want, Dean?" Castiel felt betrayed and empty and really didn't want to be there, on that field, with Dean. "...oh yeah right, uh...well, I've thought about it and ehh, you can use me. If you want."Castiel straightned up, not beliving his own ears. So, now he was ready. Typical. "I can use you?" he said. The nerve of this human! " I can use you?! You've suddently decided to chip in on the search on the divine power of the universe, and I CAN USE YOU?!" Suddently, he could feel the anger boil inside him and he took a few fast steps towards Dean. He did notice that the human couldn't help but flinch and step back.That gave him a kind of perverted pleasure rush he shouldn't be having. Castiels face was now only inches away from Deans own and he could feel the heat radiate from the human. Somehow, that calmed him down a little, seing something in the green eyes of the hunter he hadn't seen for a long time. Contrite. An unspoken appology. Defeat. Castiel struggled with his rage and slowly, as the human held his stare, he calmed down and backed away. "No thank you." he said and turned away from the human. Dean Winchester wasn't the vessel of God. Castiel would know. But maybe, there was something else... He turned around and eyed Dean sceptically. Maybe, there was something else.... to connect with his body, mind and soul all in once. As his hand made contact with my vessels neck and his fingers softly pressed in to the skull, I knew this was a no go. Dean obvius didn't know what he got him self in to. There was feelings behind his actions, not an act of need for something greater. He kissed me back because he wanted to, not because he was helping me with finding God. As we lay there, on the field in the dark, under the stars, I realised that, maybe I couldn't find God, maybe,...