REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 30

Jackie's POV

Sam and I sit in silence in the kitchen, both of us awaiting the familiar whoosh of feathers. The only noise heard so far is Bobby in the other room talking on the phone.

"Are you guys going to tell me how you know this works?" The tension between us is finally broken when I ask the question. We aren't mad at each other and we didn't get into a fight. No, this tension is here because it's clear Sam and Dean know something more about this angel grace. They just aren't telling me everything.

He clears his throat lightly. "Dean doesn't really like talking about it."

"Well, Dean's not here." Dean and Castiel had left moments earlier in order to retrieve some object from a supply locker in upstate New York. Dean and Sam say this object could remove the angel grace from me, and that they've used it before themselves. They just haven't explained exactly how yet.

He runs his hands down his face but looks up from his lap at me.

"I was dying- a dead man, really. But Dean, he wouldn't accept that. He wouldn't accept my death was on his hands." He doesn't elaborate on why exactly he was 'a dead man' or why it was on Dean's fault, nor do I push him to.

"Castiel didn't have his grace, he was human. I'm sure Dean told you all about that." I mutter in agreement but otherwise stay quiet, anticipating what all he has to say. "So Dean did the next best thing that he could. An angel, Gadreel, he told Dean he could heal me. And he did. But the whole time, he had to be inside me, using my body as a vessel."

"After everything that happened, I ejected Gadreel. He turned out to be someone he wasn't. He was just using Dean and I."

"And he left grace in you. That's why...?" I trail off.

He nods his head. "He left traces inside of me and in order to track down Gadreel again -which we needed to in order for the Garrison to... punish him- we had to extract it. We were able to use it as a tracking spell to find him."

I try to ignore the vagueness in Sam's story at some points, but find it somewhat difficult. However, I decide to drop it. After all, he's telling me all of this already, I'd rather not push it.

"Jackie, I wish I didn't have to say this, but extracting the angel grace, it hurt. Like nothing I've felt before. And I've felt... a lot."

"Sam," I sigh, pausing for a moment. "I don't really care about the level of pain. As long as it's out of me. I want the dreams... The hallucinations and insane things I'm seeing... I want them gone. Two days of it has already been enough."

"I know," Sam assures me. "Believe me, I do. I had them too."

"So that's how you knew," I ask, thinking back to how he knew I was having my crazy dreams in the first place.

"Yeah."

Two pairs of feet suddenly hit the floor behind me, and I turn to find that Dean and Cas have returned.

"Got it," Dean says. "Hope you're not afraid of needles." He sets some type of syringe in front of me, except its no ordinary syringe. It's triple the size and the needle itself had to be several inches long.

I pick it up and twirl it in my hands. This would solve my problems?

I highly doubt it.

"Are you sure this works?" I ask skeptically. "It doesn't look very..." I motion with my hands for emphasis. Personally, I don't get how this simple object could hold such power. It truly didn't look like much.

"It works," Castiel says, taking it out of my hands. "Now, I believe we should do this as soon as possible. If this works, you will be safe from Azrael's tracking spells. Until then, he has compete watch over you."