7 October 2012

A/N: second part of the first ending. Sorry for the confusing, Opuss wouldn't allow me to post it all in one part. So here is part 2. Enjoy. I hope.

Dean: As soon as Sam had left, Dean could feel a shift in the room and a calm presence took over. Dean could feel his heartbeat slow down and his anger subside. Suddently, he could hear it, as clear as a bell inside his head. "Dean. Can you hear me?" Dean spun around but saw nothing but the unconsius form of the angel on the bed. "Cas?" he asked, with more then a little worry in his voice. Worry for the angel or him self, Dean wasn't sure, but something was wrong. "Dean, listen to me. My vessel is damaged beyond my powers. I need your help." Dean had no trouble in reconising the voice of the angel but where was he? He spun around again, searching the room."Cas, where the hell are you?!" he asked irritated. There was no sign of the angel. Finally he found the emf and it went nuts, beeping like crazy the closer he had it to his body." oh no you didn't!" he shuddered. Was Cas already roaming around inside of him?? Again, the voice, as clear as day:"Dean, I am not inside of you. I am communicating with you via telepathy." Dean started to sweat:"You telling me you are inside my brain?!" he could almost feel the angel roll its eyes at him. " I can not read your mind if that's what you are thinking. I can't unless you let me. You can hear me in your head but I can't hear you think. You have to talk to me to being abel to comunicate with me in any way. Jimmys body is damaged, and I can't get it to coorporate." Dean thought that over for a second."So I got you yapping around my brain all the time, but I can't bug you? That's not fair!" again, the eyerolling."And stop rolling your eyes at me! I thought you couldn't do the out-of-body-talking with me without my head exploded?" he looked at the unmoving body, poking it a bit, making sure Cas wasn't pulling his leg. 'Cause Castiel usually didsuch things, an eternal bucket of fun, he was. "I can't talk to you directly, in my true form, your right, your head would probably explode. But this, this seem to work." Dean had expected more, but the Angel was silent. Huh. "Okay." He said after a few seconds."so, uhh what's going on?"

Castiel: What's going on? Castiel wasn't sure how to answer that, he wasn't even sure he knew himself. He hesitated before answering:"Im not sure." what else could he say? He knew Dean wanted more from him, but he couldn't give it to him. "We need to contact the profett. He will probably know by know." dean froze up. He didn't enjoy the company of the Profet Chuck, whom had published his visions. Castiel didn't see the problem, that was how the profets worked, spread the word of the Lord. "Chuck?!" Castiel cringed at the raised voice."He will know what attack us and what protected us from it." Deans eyes bulged out at that. "protected us? I got knocked out and you got fried, extra crispy! How the the hell is that protecting us?!" that was as clear as day for the Soldier, but not for the hunter, apparently."We are still alive." "ish"Dean added and Castiel concured. There was something wrong. He only hoped that, once he got Dean talked into contacting the Profett, that the telephathy line would stay intact. Deans sigh told Castiel that he had won the human over."Okay fine. We'll call Chuck."

Chuck: The blinding pain had subsided and Chuck had crawled over to his computer, typing away. He was shaking after what he had seen, after what had happened to the Angel and to Dean Winchester. This was not something the writer had seen coming, and apparently, neigther had anybody else. There was a first time for everything, he guesed. Including, being told from above, to censur his visions. Or rather, to get his visions censured. He had felt something more was going on then what he had been showned, but he didn't get the usual glance behing the curtain. Somebody was witholding informations from him. It was very weird and the nervous writer, not for the first time, wished he hadn't been chosen for thos burden as a Profet. As he wrote down the last line ~"okay, fine. We'll call Chuck."Dean said in a gravelly voice,~ his cellphone rang. He shouldn't had been caught by surprice, but he did. He jumped in his seat, knocking the cup of old orange juice over, hitting his keyboard. He cursed, tipping the keyboard so the juice could drain from it, while looking for his cell. Spotting it on the kitchen table, he streached for it, still holding the keyboard, and with a last effort, he caught it and switched it open."Dean?" he asked, knowing who and why he called. Before the hunter got a chance to answer, he proceeded "You okay? Is Castiel okay?!" he went back to his computer, hitting Safe and making a online backup, as he always did. "Chuck! so you know?!" the nervous writer dapped his keyboard with his old robe and cringed at the angry voice on the other end of the line."Yeah. I mean, I know what happened, but I don't know what happened."

Dean: "Yeah. I mean, I know what happened, but I don't know what happened." Dean rubbed his forhead. An angel was litterally perching on his shoulder, a profet was babbling along in his ear and his soulless brother was sulking somewhere god only knew. A headache was forming somewhere behind his eyes. "Listen to me, Chuck!" he cut through the rambling man at the end of the line. It went quiet."Do you know what attacked us, or don't you?!" Castiel started yabbing again, he knew who had attacked them, they needed to know who had saved them. Yeah, stuff it, wingman, Dean thought as Chuck on the other end of the line nervously cleared his throath."Yeah, eh that,that, was, eh one of the angels. Raphael, I think." Cas was getting impatient."Ask him what saved us Dean, we know who attacked us!" Dean snapped. "Will you shut up for one second?!" everybody got quiet for a second, although, knowing the angel as Dean did, he was sure he would pay for that later. Even Chuck had stopped his nervous yabbing. "Im sorry."he whispered through the line. " Not you Chuck! God! " Dean was really starting to get frustrated and took a deep breath again, turning to the unconsius form of the angel."Cas, will you please stop talking when Im on the phone? It's confusing enough as it is, not having you running at 1000mph in my head." silence, then:" Of cause." though he didn't sound like he ment it, he did give Dean a few moments of silence. Dean sighed." Chuck," he said, turning his attention to the man on the phone "do you know what kept a hand over us, durring the angel attack?" he could hear the writer shuffel around on the other line, then a few clicking on what sounded like a keyboard. "No, sorry Dean. I was cut of from that tidbit." Dean straightend at that."They can do that?" again he looked at the unmoving body on the bed. Son of a bitch." Apparently. I've never tried that before, though..." the profet sounded defeted. "Im sorry I wasn't to more help, Dean." Dean nodded and turned his attention towards the doore when he heard something outside of it."Yeah, that's fine Chuck. I'll call you back." he snapped his phone shut and grabbed his gun from the small of his back and tip toed to the door. God, he hoped it was Sam.

Castiel: Something was wrong. Castiel could feel it, a calming precense tookover despite Deans reaction. What ever was outside the door, it wasn't...bad. He was still hurt over Dean snapping at him, but this was important. "Dean, be carefull. Somethings wrong here." Dean looked one last time over towards the bed where the vessel lay. "No shit Sherlock." in a fluid motion, he threw open the door and pointed his weapon straight at...a woman, who stood smiling on the doorstep. She didn't say anything, she just smiled and with crossed eyes, she looked at the weapon that was inches from her face. Then she looked at Dean and then, straight at Castiel, whom was standing at Deans left side. Castiel swallowed a lump suddently forming in his throath. Realization hit him like a freight train, and he fell to his knees, bowing in front of the being on the doorstep.

Dean: Suddently, Castiel gasped and went quiet. Dean didn't dare to turn around, but keept his weapon still, pointing at the woman standing in front of him, wearing a goofy smile. She was tall, and had pitch black hail with a wift of blue in it. The big brown eyes were kind and marked with a thick black line in the sides. She was wearing blue jeans and a orange tank top, with a big scarf around her neck. She looked like an emo of something, Dean wasn't sure, but something wasn't right. "who the hell are you?!" Dean demanded, not lowering the gun. The woman didn't say anything, just smiled and schrugged, then skiped past Dean, into the room. Dean would normally had put a bullit in anybody who would just barge into his motelroom like that, but there was something about the woman. She went in a beeline over to the bed which held Cas' body, and stod at the end, looking down at the vessel. She sighed sadly and then looked at Dean and smiled a little smile. Then she looked beside him. Dean wondered for a second if she could see Cas. She probably could. Something made him lower his weapon to his leg, not letting it go, still weary about her every move. She tilted her head in a familiar manner, and a consentrated look fell over her face. Then she smiled and looked back at Dean again. She waved him over to the bed, smiling, and Dean who at first hesitated, went to her side. She was easilly as tall as him, and when she smiled and looked at him, a warm calm chrached over him and he felt almost sleepy. She then went to the side of the bed, and for a short second, she looked at the body, then back to Dean's side. "Can you fix him?" Dean asked the woman who smiled again and then touched the forhead of the body, just like Dean had seen Cas do pleanty of times, sometimes to heal, sometimes to transport and again, sometimes to smite. Dean gasped and his weapo

mememeThe Divine Power Of Man/ Slash Ending #1, Part 2 • Opuss № I