Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 11

Dean glanced at the small, passed out teen that was lying on the couch in their motel room. Harry was pale and his hair looked pretty dirty, as it had been for the two days Harry had been asleep.

Sam sighed from his seat, "What did Harry even do to himself to make him sleep for this long?"

Dean shook his head, "I don't know. Maybe the spell wore him out since it was like a gigantic flamethrower."

"How did he even know where the wendigo was hiding?" Sam questioned, looking Dean in the eye in confusion.

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, his magic maybe?"

Sam looked over at him with a strange look on his face, "Maybe, but I wonder why he couldn't do it before."

Dean shoot him a glance, "He wasn't really in danger before now except for the previous ghost hunt."

Sam waved a hand dismissively, "I know, I know. I'm just wondering if he can do it without being in danger or if he actually 'sees' the person or just senses the presence." Sam said it all with so much excitement, that Dean cracked a grin.

"Sammy, you're such a nerd, plus, how do you know that Harry's going to answer all your questions anyway?"

"Because we're brothers? I don't know."

"When do you even think he'll wake up?" Dean questioned, putting a hand on Harry's forehead, which was still burning up.

"Sam sighed, "I'm not sure, but if he doesn't get better soon. We're going to have to call someone."

"Did you even bother to ask me?" asked a voice behind them. They spun around slowly, knowing that the person was only Gabe.

"Well, sometimes you guys don't come when we call," explained Dean. "Besides, I think we can wait to see if he will heal the normal way."

"I'm a little offended." Gabe said, walking over to them. "My little Winchesters, not bothering to give old Gabe a call. It breaks my heart." Gabe sniffed and gripped the part of his shirt above his heart.

Sam snorted, "Dramatic much?"

Gabriel glared at him, "Do you want me to heal Harry or not, muchacho?"

"Fine, fine." Dean said, putting his hands up in a innocent gesture, "Heal away."

Gabe rolled up his sleeves and kneeled over Harry, putting his hands gently onto Harry's temple.

A minute later, there was a bright flash of light, making Dean and Sam shield their eyes.

When they finally opened their eyes, Gabe was sitting beside Harry with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Why hasn't he woken up?" Sam asked, confused why Gabriel was smiling.

Gabe stood up and brushed his hands on his pants, "It did work, just not yet. I can only heal him so much. He has to heal the rest himself."

Gabe gave them one last smile and disappeared before they could ask any more questions.

Dean sighed, "So what to we do? Just wait or should we go back to Bobby's?"