Crisis on Infinite Earths

Castiel VS Michael

"Shouldn't Cas be back by now?" Jared whined as he paced back and forth along the slim corridor.

"It's not an easy task finding these ingredients in your world. Give him some time," Charlie said as she observed the large portraits of Jared and Genevieve which hung firmly on the wall.

"Jensen doesn't HAVE time," Jared said soulfully as his pace sped up.

"Jensen's gonna be fine. I promise," Dean grabbed Jared by his shoulder to re-assure him.

Sam made his way across to a giant, grey tanning bed which rested on a fluffy, white rug.
The word Ergoline stood out in red across the front in printed cursive.

"What are you? Dracula?" Sam said with a shocked expression as he glanced over to Jared who was still pacing.

Dean saw the object Sam had been looking at and curiously walked over to him. He grasped at the opening of the tanning bed and pulled it open as the sound of escaping air shot of the corners of the machine.

"George Hamilton Dracula," Dean smirked.

Suddenly, a strong breeze smashed into the white silky curtains which sent them flying to the left of the window. Castiel appeared in front of them with a clear glass vial of thick blood, a glistening red fruit from the tree of life, an old ripped out parchment of a book, an empty vial and a metallic syringe.

"Hello," Cas grunted as he took a few steps towards Sam and Dean.

"Do you have everything?" Sam asked

"Yes. All except for the Archangel Grace," Castiel looked down at the empty vial then up at Dean.

"Where are we gonna get that? There aren't any dicks with wings here, well except for Cas. Which on normal circumstances I would celebrate but correct me if I'm wrong... Dont we need an Archangel TO GET Archangel grace," Dean sarcastically blurted as he whipped his hands around.

"We do have an Archangel. Well sort of," Castiel stared into Dean's green eyes with sincerity.

"Michael," Sam puffed, frozen in place.

Dean creased his eyebrows and parted his mouth as his heart began to race. He had just then realised that the agonising headaches that Michael had inflicted due to his repetitive pounding had silenced since they'd arrived in this world.

"Just so you know... after this I'm gonna need some new clothes," Dean gestured down his body.

"You can borrow some of mine," Jared broke the silence as he stepped forward.

"Ok. Well what are we waiting for. Let's get this over with," Dean harshly removed his jacket as he chucked it onto the coffee table beside him.

"You might want to lay down for this Dean. It isn't pleasant," Castiel pulled out a metallic syringe and inserted his thumb into a hoop on the top and his index and ring finger into the two hoops on the side.

Dean peered around the room and began to walk towards the black three-seater couch. His bottom sunk deep into the memory foam as he rested his back against a couple of pillows.

"Are you ready Dean?" Castiel asked with concern.

"Here. Give him this," Jared unclipped his leather belt and pulled it through the hoops in his jeans. He flipped the belt over and folded it twice as he ran over to Castiel.

"I got it," Charlie grabbed the belt off of Jared and carefully wedged it in Dean's mouth.

"You good?" Sam asked Dean as he placed a hand on his shoulder.