Sam, Dean, and I asked ourselves on the way back to the bunker where Amara could be. As we arrived, we saw a massive mess in the bunker. "What the hell?" I asked when Cas came around the corner. "Help me," he said, barely holding himself up.
I didn't know what to do, so I helped Dean get Cas to a chair. "I'll make you some soup," I mumbled, walking into the kitchen. After making the soup, which took a while, I walked out with the soup, placing it in front of Cas. "I don't want your soup." Cas pushed the bowl away. "Oh, come on, I made all this effort for you," I grumbled, sitting beside him. "Listen, angels don't eat, but just try it," I said, moving the bowl forward. Cas finally had a bit, and only then did I see the chains around his ankles hooked up to the floor. "Why?" I asked, looking down. "He was under a spell from Rowena, and until we know he's back to normal, we can't get him off." Dean quickly explained. "You know who we need to find the darkness," Sam said. I thought briefly, but Dean pointed out who the person was. "Don't you dare say it," he growled. "He was God's scribe. He hears a lot." Sam argued back, and finally, it was clear who he meant. "No, no, no, this asshat is not gonna come near you or Sammy," I growled, thinking about the last time we saw Metatron. "Cas, you okay, buddy?" Dean asked, worried; when I looked at Cas, I saw him pale, huddled together in pain. "Cas? What's going on?" I asked him. "It's the spell," Cas mumbled. "Can't your angel wiring slow it down?" Dean asked. "I simply respond differently from humans, It appears," Cas replied. "Rowena is the only one who can remove it," I mumbled, thinking about the red-headed witch. "We have to find her first, alright, but so far nothing." Dean snapped. When I placed my hand on Cass's Shoulder, I felt his body shiver. "Well, it's getting worse, and im worried." I quietly said. "I'll call Crowley." Dean got up while I placed the blanket closer to Cass's Body, but he didn't pick up. "He's a dick and won't pick up," I grumbled, sitting back down. "No breaking news," Sam added. "He got to have Rowena in his sight. She tried to take him out." Dean said, who sat down next to Sam while I stayed near Cas. "He won't deliver Rowena to us, but instead, let the spell do whatever it does to me," Cas mumbled. "He's up to something," I grumbled, worried. "Yeah, no shit. Metatron is off the grid." Dean asked Cas about the stolen car the last time he and Metatron made a road trip together. Dean checked for accidents or where we could find Metatron when the spell again affected Cas, making him fall off the chair. "Cas." Sam and I ran over. "Are you okay?" Sam and I asked at the same time. "I feel like I was in a blender set to puree for a tomato salsa," Cas replied. "You not a tomato," I said right away. "In this analogy, I am," Cas replied, but I shook my head. "What was that Cas? You scared the crap out of us." Sam said, worried. "I don't know. I blacked out. I couldn't control it." Cas answered. "Kee, help me get him back in the chair," Dean said; together, we got him back in the chair while Sam waited to step in, but Dean and I managed. "Can I do anything to help?" Cas asked, but we all collectively told him to rest briefly. "Voices are making it harder for me," Cas said suddenly. "What voices? What do they tell you?" I asked, worried. "Are they telling you to hurt anyone?" Dean asked, but Cas shook his head. "No, it's the Angel Radio. There has been a lot of chatter there looking for me since I escaped and scouring the earth for the perp." Cas said. "Metatron?" I asked, and Cas again nodded. "Yes, they are doubling the effort to find him, so if we find him before the angels, we must do it soon," Cas said. Yeah, the god squad. Well, first thing first." Dean said, sitting down when Sam, behind his laptop, found something in Denver, so Dean and Sam went there to investigate while I stayed with Cas. We were mainly in the library while Cas had trouble using Sam's Laptop when I heard weird noises from the other side of the table. "What could "Fortune Nookie" be?" Cas mumbled. "Better don't ask Cas." I mumbled, looking through some cameras, but when I looked up, I saw Cas scrunched together. "Cas?" I asked, worried. Suddenly, Cas sprung up from his chair, but when I tried to stop him, he flung me across the room, running out while I tried to get up, but he was out before I could get a hold of him. "Shit." I felt my head, but there was no wound. I was sore where my back hit the floor. Before I could go after him, Dean came into the bunker with Rowena; I froze when I saw her. "Hey, you okay?" Dean asked. "Yeah, Im good." I tried to say what happened, but Dean cut me off. "Can you help me with her?" he asked. I nodded and followed him to the holding cell, where we chained her to the chair. Sam placed her bag, searching through it while I tied the other arm to the chair. I didn't hold my anger back. "That hurts." Rowena told me. "I don't care." I grumbled before stepping back. "Sam, can you grab Cas so she can do her thing?" Dean said, but Sam was already out of the room before I could say anything while we waited.
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FanfictionKaylee is the adopted daughter of John and Mary Winchester, who took her with her from her abusive father, who just left her all alone in a haunted house when John finds her during a hunt. After many years of growing up with her brothers and losing...
