Revenge of The Fallen (Crossover)

The Miracle

It wasn't long before Sam and Dean pulled up to the warehouse, the moon casting a weary shadow over the building. The silence soon sent shivers down their backs.

"Ready?" Sam asked as he looked as his brother. But he paused when he noticed something was off. "What's wrong?" He asked cautiously. He could tell Dean was upset.

"Sam, what did Yellow-eyes mean by, 'bitch you're feeding off of?'" Dean asked, looking at his brother with intense suspicion. 

Oh God, Sam thought. Ruby.

"I don't know." Sam lied. This would probably come up later, but he didn't feel like another argument was appropriate right now. 

Dean sighed, like he knew something was up, but he didn't say anything. "You better not be lying to me Sammy." Dean demanded as he opened the car door.

"I'm not, okay? I promise." Sam replied, trying to reassure his brother. Dean nodded, than got out of the car. Sam soon followed.
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Surprisingly, the entrance to the building was unlocked. They entered as they drew their guns, ready to shoot. 

The main room looked unsurprising, however. The walls were coated with sigils. There were altars placed on each of the sides of the room. In the middle, a pentagram was spray-painted on the floor. In the middle of the pentagram sat a chair. Sam and Dean looked at each other wearily, both knowing what that was used for.

They jumped and looked to their left, pointing their guns, when they heard footstep coming from another room. A young woman walked in, a look they could not ignore plastered across her delicate face. Her tight leather clothing fit her frame well, but clashed with her initial aura, which was nice, but shy. Her dark brown hair matched her eyes perfectly.

"Oh please." She snapped, a British accent escaping from her mouth, and blackness consuming her eyes. "They're already gone."

The brothers tightened their stances as she let her demon side show. "Who are you!" Dean demanded, aiming his gun at her head.

"Come on, boys. Don't you remember me?" She teased, smirking a little as her eyes went back to normal. Dean looked at his brother, confused, but Sam knew exactly who she was. "Meg." he snarled, hatred in his voice.

"There we go!" She giggled, putting her hands on her hips. "Those are the smart boys I know. Now, I need to get going, this poor girl is already burned out as it is. But I'm sure I'll be seeing you boys soon."

She sneered as she mockingly waved goodbye. Sam and Dean looked at each other in panic, then tried to lunge, stopping her from leaving the body, but it was too late. They had to take a step back as that black smoke burst out of the girl.

After the demon left, the poor girl slumped to the ground, much in a way that Patrick did. Sam rushed over to her, searching for any sign of life. But there was nothing. Her body was already cold, and there was no pulse to be found.

Sam looked over sadly, meeting Dean's anxious eyes. "Gone." He muttered, then put his head down in guilt. Dean did the same, a few curses escaping his lips. Sam picked up the body, and they walked out of the building with an unfulfilled feeling in their gut.  

"I see we're too late." Castiel stated, suddenly appearing behind them. The brothers turned around to face him. It looked like he was trying to feel sad, he just wasn't used to it. 

"Sorry Cas." Dean responded as Sam loaded the body into the trunk. Cas wouldn't answer. "Why didn't you kill Azazel?" He said, changing the subject. Both of the brothers internally groaned.

"Cas, we talked about this-" Dean started, but was interrupted.

"Yes, we did talk about it, and I thought I clearly stated that the best thing to do was kill Azazel!" Cas snapped from the boys' incompetence with this.

"No, not anymore!" Dean retorted, raising his voice. "Sam was right. Everything that we did in this situation was worth it. Every bit! We might not have made the right decision in the long run. But we did what was right for them. What's right for now!" He argued, repeating Sam's words. Sam looked at his brother and smiled proudly.

Cas just sighed, shaking his head. "I'll never understand you Winchesters." He looked up. "I'll never understand you humans!" He looked back down, sighing again. "But, I guess it would be wrong of me to not help you, since you've gotten this far. I heard your friend is missing something. I believe I can help with that."
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Elisa and Patrick were sitting on the couch holding hands, Elisa's head resting on his shoulder. Pete was pacing absent-mindedly, waiting for a call back from Andy. But they were interrupted as Sam and Dean suddenly appeared in the living room with another person, who wearing a dirty trench coat. He seemed unfazed, unlike the brothers, who were more than out of their element.

"Holy smokes." Patrick mumbled, wide-eyed. Elisa and Pete just exchanged confused looks. "Wait a minute!" Elisa exclaimed after she caught sight of Sam and Dean. "Hi." Dean responded awkwardly, waving a little. "I knew you two weren't 'private investigators.'" She retorted, crossing her arms.

"Wait, who's that guy?" Pete asked, pointing at the other man. His bright blue eyes met Pete's. "My name is Castiel." He calmly stated. "I am an Angel of the Lord."

And with that, Dean groaned and held his head in his hands. "Cas! We talked about this!" He snapped, like it was something they had to deal with on a regular basis.

"What?" Cas shrugged. He didn't see why the humans couldn't know he was an angel.

"Okay, this is all getting too much for me!" Elisa interrupted, raising her voice. "First, I find out my husband has been possessed by a demon, and now there's an angel in our friend's living room." She ranted as she furrowed her brows, massaging her temples.

Cas wasn't bothered by her worries. His only focus was healing Patrick. He stepped up to him kneeling down. "Here, let me see." He said, grabbing Patrick's arm.

There was a backlash, however. Patrick hesitated and pulled his arm back as Elisa got between them. "Don't touch him!" She defended, not understanding Castiel's intentions. "I'm not going to hurt him." Cas calmly replied. "I want to help."

Patrick's eyes widened as Elisa scooted back. "You can do that?" Patrick asked with wonder. "Yes, I'm an angel." Cas replied. "Oh, right, duh." Patrick teased, rolling his eyes and smirking a little. He was almost about to agree to Cas, but Pete stopped him.

"Wait!" Pete exclaimed, walking up to him. "Are you sure? I mean, won't it hurt?" He asked worriedly.

"Pete, don't you think I want to hold my child again?" Patrick retorted, turning to him. "I'm sorry, I just can't live with this." He said, gesturing to his missing hand. He then turned back to Cas. "Okay, I'm ready."

Cas nodded, then grabbed his arm, soon starting to pull the hook off. Patrick started to groan in pain, as it felt like a limb was being torn off. 

After another hard pull, the wretched thing finally came off, leaving a bloody stump covered in bandages. "Jesus." Pete mumbled, covering his eyes. Elisa just looked away, sadness starting to consume her expression. Patrick just laughed sadly, then looked down as he bit his lip.

Cas just stared at it, looking focused. "Alright everyone." He said, addressing the group. "Shield your eyes."

At that moment, everything seemed to change. A sharp ringing sound started to pierce their ears as a bright light came off of the angel. They started to look away as the light became to intense it penetrated the entire house.

When the light was gone and the sound had faded, everyone opened their eyes to see Patrick smiling, but crying. He held out his left hand, inspecting it and moving it to see if it really worked.

Cas looked satisfied with himself. "I did my best." He said to Patrick, but Patrick just smiled at him. "You're best?!" He exclaimed, not knowing what to say. "Thank you!"