The Other Side of Reality

Part 11

Time passed, Sam and Cas stayed away, and you stayed by Dean's side. He never moved, laying there as still as a....well you didn't want to think that far.

The sun filtered through the blinds, slowly sinking down before fading away. Your tears had long since gone away as well, your eyes sore as you sat there, staring down at Dean.

"This can't be it," You whispered for what had to be the hundredth time. "Dean, you can't leave me."

"He's still here," a voice spoke up from behind you, startling you. Jumping up so fast your chair tipped over, you stared at the intruder.

She held her hands up in a gesture of goodwill. Her nails were freshly manicured, her hair perfectly styled. She had a pale blue dress on, the fabric barely brushing her knees. She seemed to be in her forties, with slight wrinkles around her eyes. "Who the hell are you?" You asked, wishing you had some sort of weapon in your hand. You had no idea if your powers were back, or if they ever would be.

"Don't you remember me?" She asked, and you quickly searched your freshly returned memories for any sign of her.

A picture flashed in your mind, of an Angel that spent the majority of her time in the garden with Joshua. She had been your mentor, almost like a mother figure until you left Heaven and joined the Winchesters gang. Adonai, one of the oldest and most revered Angels in history.

Racing forward, you threw your arms around her, hugging her tight. Hoping that maybe something was starting to work in your favor. She hugged you back, brushing her hand along your tangled hair. "My girl. What a mess you've gotten yourself into."

Pulling back, you stared up into her pale blue eyes, watching intently. "Did you know? That we were being held?"

She nodded sadly, and you stepped back, hurt and worried. "I heard, but I was locked in Heaven's jail. There was nothing they would let me do, and I hated it. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

A tear slipped down your cheek. "They took everything, My life, my memories, my child. And now they've taken Dean."

"But they're gone now," she assured you. "And the rest? It will come. I promise. I'm here now, and I will make sure they never take control again."

You hoped she was right. That she wasn't another Angel trying to control you. Taking her at her word, for now, you turned back to Dean, who had made no improvements. "Can you fix him?"

She walked over, placing her hand on Dean's chest, and you stayed close by, making sure that Dean stayed safe. Hoping that Sam and Cas wouldn't return right now.

Adonai closed her eyes, her hand glowing a soft yellow as she scanned Dean's body. "This is very tricky. They used some sort of poison. Strong enough to slowly kill Dean from the inside, but barely perceptible for anyone, including angels."

You took Dean's hand in your own, cringing at the cold that was so unlike him. "How do we stop it? Is there some sort of antidote"

"Angelic grace," she answered. "Angel grace has to flow through his body, ridding it of its impurities. Only then will Dean ever be fully healthy once again."

The news came as no surprise to you. Of course, it would be something as rare as Angelic grace to save the man you loved. You knew what you had to do, there was no question about it.

Just then the door opened, both Sam and Cas walking through, their arms full of fast food bags. "Y/N, we didn't find any information at the lib...who the hell are you?" Sam yelled, dropping the food to pull out his gun. "Get away from Dean!"

You held your hands up, stepping in front of Adonai, protecting her even though you weren't sure you still completely trusted her yourself. "Guys, she's here to help!"

Sam lowered his gun, a frown still on his face as he took in the situation. Cas had his head cocked, staring at Adonai with shock. "I had heard you were gone."

"You know this person?" Sam asked.

"She's an Angel. She used to work closely with Joshua in the garden. But the past two years...,"

"I've been in jail," she answered, stepping around you. "I didn't agree with their plans and it was either that or...,"

It was your turn to interrupt, not wanting to wait any longer. Dean wasn't getting any better, and sitting around talking wasn't going to help. "Dean's been poisoned!"

Sam's eyes widened, turning to Adonai for confirmation. She nodded slightly, letting you finish. "It's some sort of Angelic poison that's really hard to pinpoint. But there is an antidote, and we have it!"

"What's that?" Both Sam and Cas asked, their attention completely on you.

"My grace. He needs angel grace to heal."

Sam came and sat down on the edge of the bed, while Cas frowned. "How much of your grace would he need? Just enough that you would still be an Angel?"

Adonai pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her attention suddenly very interested in the stain on the carpet. Giving you all the information you needed. "Y/N, no. There has to be another way. Maybe we could try just a little bit, see if it works. Because if you do this, there is no turning back."

Instead of answering, you stared down at Dean. His face was ashen, his lashed dark against his cheek. His chest barely rose, his lips tinged slightly blue. You knew time was not on your side.

"I don't think we have time to test it out and see. Dean is important to all of us. I need him here, with us. I can't go on without him, and he needs to help find his daughter. Even if it means I turn human, I'm okay with that."

You could see that Sam wanted to argue. He wanted to tell you no, that you would find another way. That you didn't have to give up your powers and grace to save his brother. But he would always choose his brother, every single time. And you didn't blame him. You would gladly give your life so Dean could live.