Bloodlines and Bonds: The Connection of two Worlds (Supernatural/Jack kline)

Whispers from the Heavens

"You've got to be kidding me," Sam muttered, tossing his half-eaten burger onto the greasy paper plate. The TV flickered in the background, broadcasting the same old news about missing persons and strange happenings that had become the white noise of their lives.

"What's up, Sammy?" Dean asked, not looking up from his car magazine.

Sam nodded at the TV. "Another hunter gone missing. And not just any hunter—it's Donatello Redfield."

Dean's eyes snapped up from the glossy pages. "The prophet guy? What's he doing out there alone?"

"I don't know," Sam said, "but we need to check it out." He grabbed his phone and started typing. "I'll call Cas, see if he's heard anything."

The tension in the room thickened as they waited for the angel to answer. The silence was broken by the sound of gravel crunching under tires. A car door slammed, and heavy footsteps approached the bunker's door.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, both reaching for their weapons. The door burst open, and a figure stumbled in, looking disheveled and wild-eyed. It was Donatello, his glasses askew and clothes torn.

"Is God with you?" he panted, collapsing against the wall.

Sam and Dean stared at him in shock, their weapons lowering slowly. "Donatello?" Dean said, disbelief etched on his face.

Donatello nodded, gasping for air. "It's... it's all true," he managed to say, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for something.

SUMMARY^1: Sam and Dean, discussing recent news about missing hunters, learn that their friend and prophet Donatello Redfield is the latest to vanish. As they consider their next steps, Donatello unexpectedly appears at their bunker, disheveled and panic-stricken, prompting them to lower their weapons in shock. He gasps that everything they feared is true.

Sam rushed to his side, concern etched on his face. "Take it easy," he said, placing a hand on Donatello's shoulder. "What's going on?"

Donatello took a deep, shaky breath. "They found me," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "The dark ones, the ones we've been hunting. They know who I am—what I am."

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "You're not making any sense, man. What dark ones?"

Donatello swiped a hand over his face, trying to collect his thoughts. "The... the angels. The ones that don't have our best interests at heart. They found out I've been... helping."

Sam frowned, piecing the puzzle together. "The ones that don't want the truth out there?"

Donatello nodded vigorously, his eyes wide. "Yes, exactly. They've been watching me for a while. I've been looking for a new place, you know, trying to keep a low profile. I thought I felt something strange when I was checking out some condos. The power was overwhelming, like nothing I've ever felt before. I thought it was God, reaching out to me, giving me a sign."

He took a deep, trembling breath, his eyes focusing on some distant memory. "But it wasn't a sign from God. It was them. The rogue angels. They blasted me with some kind of energy, and the next thing I knew, I was on the run. They're everywhere, looking for me. They want to silence me before I can reveal what I know."

Sam and Dean exchanged a concerned look. "Okay, let's get you cleaned up and figure this out," Sam said, guiding Donatello to a chair. "You need to tell us everything."

Donatello, the missing prophet, reveals to Sam and Dean that he's been helping them against rogue angels. He was discovered and attacked, narrowly escaping their clutches. He believes these angels are searching for him to prevent him from sharing crucial information that could expose their hidden agendas.