Destiny • Supernatural

• Chapter Five •

Ever since Bobby had been paralyzed from the waist down, he hadn't said much since. He was angry, which the brothers and Camryn could tell by the look in his eyes. He refused to say a word to either of them since they had arrived at the hospital.

"It's been like three days now? We got to cheer him up. Maybe I'll give him a backrub." Dean suggested.

"Dean." Sam chastised softly.

The eldest Winchester threw his arms up in exasperation. "Well, what, then?" He asked.

"Look.. We might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time." The youngest brother stated before his hazel eyes fell onto an envelope in his brother's hand. "What's in the envelope?"

"Went to radiology." Dean answered and opened the envelope, pulling out its contents. "Got some glamour shots."

He handed out the chest x-rays amongst Sam and Camryn, who examined the strange writing on the ribcage. It was Enochian.

"Let's just say the doctors are baffled." He added.

"Holy crap." Sam gasped.

"Yeah, well, Cas carved you one, too." Dean snickered.

Soon enough, the sound of a phone ringing had broken the tension in the hospital room, which forced Sam to fish out his cellphone from his pocket to answer it.

"Hello?.. Castiel?" The shaggy haired male asked, wondering why an Angel would be calling on a cellphone.

"Speak of the devil." Dean muttered only to be nudged gently in his side by Camryn.

"Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why?" Sam continued on the phone call with the angel in the trenchcoat, his brow furrowed with confusion. "What are you-- Cas?"

As Sam had hung up, a voice echoed over the hospital's PA system as a woman in scrubs and a man with a white lab coat rushed past the room with a piece of equipment on a cart. This commotion out in the hallway forced the hunters and huntress to shift their gaze in the direction only to find the Angel in question standing in the doorway.

"Cellphone, Cas? Really?" Dean quizzed. "Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?"

"You're hidden from angels now - all angels." Castiel replied. "I won't be able to simply--"

"Enough foreplay." Bobby said, interrupting the Angel. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on. Get healing. Now."

"I can't." Castiel hesitated.

"Say again?" The older hunter asked as he turned the wheelchair around to face the angel in the tenchcoat.

"I'm cut off from Heaven and much of Heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't."

"You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap for the rest of my life?" Bobby questioned.

"I'm sorry." Castiel responded.

"Shove it up your ass." The hunter growled and turned back to face the window.

"At least he's talking now." Dean said with a light shrug of his shoulders.

"I heard that."

"I don't have much time. We need to talk." Castiel said and changed the subject. "Your plan to kill Lucifer."

"Yeah. You want to help?" The sandy haired male asked.

"No." The Angel responded curtly. "It's foolish. It can't be done."

"Oh. Thanks for the support." Dean replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"But I believe I have the solution. Castiel continued. "There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse."