Strength - DeanxReader

Chapter 17: How Fitting

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83 days, 14 hours and 27 seconds. That was how long it had been since the last time you had had any contact with the Winchester brothers or anyone other than Cas. Although it might not have seemed like that much time, you had metamorphosed into a brand new person. You spent your days mainly with Castiel as he taught you angelic history, leaving you to unravel the demonic past by yourself. He would fly out to the best lore libraries around the world to bring you books on everything you would need to know. He also trained with you, and while you could easily beat him in a regular hunter-style fight, your powers crumbled beneath his. The angel helped you hone your strength, and soon you were one of the only matches for his abilities. When you had figured out all the tricks behind your powers, including flight/teleportation, smiting ability, healing factors and more, you saw your wings for the first time. Divine wings of black, silver tipped feathers sat on your shoulder blades, with one side the opposite color of the other. Castiel had never seen anything like it, but you had come up with the assumption this is what you got instead of a demon face. How fitting.

"Castiellllllll." You whined, tipping back in your chair as you dragged out the angels name. "I miss human interaction, you know? Like don't get me wrong, you're great and all but..." you droned off, waving your hands in effect as the blue eyed angel examined your state. Your (h/l) (h/c) was neatly tied up into a loose ponytail (or just brushed if you have too short hair), the bruises on your skin gone as you radiated healthiness. Although Cas berated you to let him heal all your scars, but you managed to talk him into leaving a few around your upper arms as a memory of the times. You had learned in the process of training how to suppress your eye glow  just like Castiel, something you were grateful for.

"I supposed I could bring one person here.." he said, feeling bad for having you isolated for so long. You smiled and thanked him, running into your room to get dressed. He told you he would be back soon and flew off, landing somewhere familiar. As he stepped onto the cold tile, he heard light humming as someone peered around a bookshelf searing for something.

"Hello, Sam."

The Winchester brother quickly drew his gun, pointing at the person now in front of him before realizing just who it was.

"Cas you scared the crap out of me." He said, catching his breath a little as he pulled the angel into a short hug.

"I apologize. I am here to bring you to (y/n). I believe she misses you." He says, nodding his head in agreement with himself before looking back at his friend. A glimmer was found in his brown eyes before he let out a soft content breath.

"She's okay. Thank Chuck." He breathed before running a hand through his long locks. "Shouldn't we tell Dean? We haven't heard anything from her in over two months." He questioned, getting ready to put everything aside and find Dean. Just as he was starting to walk, Cas stuck his hand out, placing a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back.

"Sam. Last time he saw her he was about to kill her. After we left, he texted her more threats. She doesn't need the strain of seeing him any more than what she fears."

Sam was reluctant, eyes searching for a way to convince him that Dean had changed, but they both knew that wasn't true. Ever since you left, he had gone crazy, but not in your normal "kill everything in sight" crazy, but more of a secret mastermind. His room was covered in papers that had suspicious activities in places around the world. He stayed holed up there for days at a time, only leaving in the dead of night, barely speaking to his younger brother. At this point Sam didn't even know if Dean was still in the bunker.

"Okay..." Sam whispered as Castiel looked up at him with understanding eyes and placed a hand on one of his plaid-clad shoulders, flying him off to you.

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"Big wheel, keep on turnin'. Proud Mary keep on burnin'.." You sang softly as you pulled on a soft tight-fitting grey tee shirt and black jeans. "Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.." you finished, walking into the little kitchen in your house and poured a glass of water for yourself. You still didn't know who Castiel was bringing, but you just hoped they were interesting. Staying in isolation for 72 days with only one angel could get pretty depressing.

"Proud Mary, a great classic." A male voice sounded from behind you, startling you. You whipped your head around, seeing a familiar brown eyed Winchester leaning coyly against the doorframe. Your eyes had become purple in defense, but once you saw it was your friend, they faded back down to their (e/c) hue.

"Dammit, Sammy." You smirked, stepping towards him and he quickly sprang forward and wrapped you in a warm hug. You chuckled at his action but hugged him back nonetheless. Sam was always there to help, whether it was a debacle between you and Dean or a case you were struggling with.

"Come on, let's go sit down." You said, pushing him towards the couch that faced the open window.

"Wow, where are we?" He said, speechless as he looked out across the great view that layer before you.

"Uh, Amsterdam. The great (l/n) has gone international." You said, grinning as you plopped down in relief on the soft grey couch. He followed after you and sat down, his eyes still on he horizon as you two talked about how your training had been getting on, what everything was like in this new environment, and most importantly how long Sams hair was getting. After you had gotten the formalities out of the way, you decided to hit him with the one thing he thought you would never ask.
"Is Dean okay?"

Sam looked at you with surprise before his eyes cast downward.

"(Y/n), he's uh... he's still looking for you, you know? Hunting for you. I don't know if he'll get back to the way he was before. This time is different."

"I get it. I mean, even I've become way more emotional than I was before, all because of him." You said, nodding. Sam couldn't miss the hint of sadness in your eyes as he told you this, but you brushed past it anyways. You asked him about Abbadon, and he said since you had the mark of Cain during purgatory, it was rendered defenseless for a couple hours where Sam and Cas were able to take him down as she held Dean captive. You guys kept talking for hours before Castiel came fluttering back.

"Sam, we need to go. Dean is back at the bunker." He said gruffly as he softly smiled at you, something he had begun to do more more ever since he trained you. Sam nodded before you interrupted.

"Hey, give this to Dean, will you?" You said, passing a decently thick envelope over to him with Deans name written neatly across the top. He took it before wrapping you in a goodbye hug, then stepping to Cas as they transported away. Huffing, you sat back down on the couch, taking in the all too familiar view as the sun set on another day.