My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

A week

Cas sat weakly in the chair in the library. He knew of a spell he could do to boost his grace just enough to help heal Gabriel a bit. He needed to do something. Help in some way. He hated feeling so useless while his brother suffered so. It wasn't a spell you could do often. It only worked once every few days, otherwise you risked the spell's side effects causing even more of a depletion.

He worked carefully and quietly as he collected the few ingredients. Putting them all into a large wooden bowl the brothers used for spell work. He chanted the enochian spell. It was a small spell and it was barely enough to give him a boost. There was a small swell in his chest that told him that it worked.

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Dean saw a small light emit from under the door of the room Gabriel was in and knew that Cas had used his grace once again. How? Wasn't he low?

"Sam?" Dean called, heading more adamantly for the door. Sam would tell him what was going on.

"Dean," Sam spoke from behind him before he could turn the handle on Sam's door.

"What the hell is going on in there," Dean snapped at his brother.

"I tried to stop him, but he insisted," Sam tipped back the last of a beer before letting out a sigh.

Dean went to reach for the handle, but Sam grabbed his wrist.

"I think you need to calm down with a drink first," he gestured down the hall behind him.

A drink, that was a good idea.

Dean stepped past his brother and towards the library where they kept the good liquor.

He stopped short when he saw a spell book left out on the table.

"You doing spell work?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam while the younger Winchester poured them each a glass of whiskey.

"No," Sam shook his head as he handed a glass to Dean.

"It's a spell in enochian," Dean recognized that language.

"Cas," Sam sighed.

Suddenly the sound of the bunker door slamming sounded loudly, startling both hunters.

Dean and Sam both pulled their guns and rounded the corner to see Jodie clambering down the metal stairs.

"Sam? Dean?" The hunter stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a surprised look on her face.

"Jodie, what are you doing here?" Sam frowned at the sheriff.

"What am I doing here? When did you get back?" Jodie asked suddenly pulling Dean into a hug.

"Uh about an hour ago," Sam answered.

"Well I sure am glad to see you boys," she said gripping Sam in a tight embrace next.

"What do you mean?" Dean frowned, glancing at Jodie in confusion.

"You boys have been missing for a week. Seven days, almost eight. Had us all worried sick. Took six of us hunters to figure out what it was that was at that asylum. But we figured it out and we killed it, but you boys...I couldn't find you. You were just..." Jodie's tone was stressed, and her face showed the exhaustion of the past week.

"A week?" Sam frowned. "It was barely two days."

"Two days?" Jodie scoffed. "Where the hell were you?" She asked, her eyes scanning them as if to find the answer.

"Well we kind of got transported into an alternate world," Dean shook his head, like he couldn't believe the words himself.

"An alternate world?" Jodie looked to Sam for confirmation that Dean wasn't just drunk.

"Yeah, crazy, we know," Sam gave a nod.

"Oookay," Jodie pursed her lips. "Guess Jimmy was right. He mentioned you could have been transported to an alternate timeline. But it was Jimmy so..." she shook her head with a laugh.

"So what was it, the monster?" Sam looked at Jodie. He hadn't been looking forward to fighting that particular thing again. Or attempting to.

"A viator. They were supposedly extinct but, well, leave it to Garth to find one huh?" Jodie joked lightly.

"Garth tell you we were missing?"

"Yeah, said he hadn't heard from you in two days. I was closest so I drove down, and no one was home. You weren't answering any phones and then I found your car at the address he gave me. I took the liberty of driving it back here before she got towed," Jodie winked at Dean.

Dean glanced worriedly up at the garage. "Oh, baby."

"She's fine," Jodie chuckled. "How'd you boys get home anyway?"

Sam looked at Dean who pursed his lips.

"A witch."

Jodie raised her brows in shock and looked at Dean.

"It was the only option," he grumbled.

"Well I'm glad you boys are alright. I would stay, but we have a lot of hunters on the lookout for you and I've left my town without a proper sheriff for a week," She leaned in and pulled the two brothers into a joint hug.

"Are you sure you're up for driving?" Sam asked worriedly as he pulled back.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll text you boys when I get home. And I'll send you all the info I have on that Viator for the records," She smiled before turning to head back up the stairs.

"Thanks Jodie," Sam and Dean chorused with a wave.

"A week. Man," Dean shook his head as he turned to go fetch his discarded glass of whiskey.

"Guess time passes differently in different places?" Sam shrugged.

"I'm gonna go check on Gabriel, I gave him some of your clothes to wear by the way," Sam looked to his brother who was already heading back to the library. Dean only waved a hand before disappearing around the corner.

"Sam," Cas' gruff voice pulled the younger Winchester's attention to where the angel was in the doorway of the war room.

"How is he?" Sam was aware that his voice sounded nervous and unsure, but he couldn't help it.

"Better."

"How are you?" Sam dared ask.

"I'll be fine," Cas straightened his shoulders.

"You used a spell."

It wasn't posed as a question, so Cas didn't respond.

"Cas, you need to take care of yourself. If you're too-"

"I said I'm fine, Sam," Cas cut in sharply.

Sam gave a tight smile and nodded. This wasn't his fight to have. Dean would more than make up for the lack of fight Sam was putting up so he opted to go find Gabriel instead.

*AN*

Okay guys only another chapter or two left. Next one is gonna be the big Destiel blow out so get ready. 😊