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Dean is dead. He’s gone and there’s nothing Castiel can do to get him back. He rubs his hands in circles on Sam’s back as Sam cries into his shoulder.
“We will get through this, Sam,” he says, barely hiding the crack in his voice.
Sam pulls back and wipes the tears from his face. “My brother is dead , Cas. I mean, he’s died before, but has always come back. It’s final this time. I don’t think I’ll ever get through this.” “Do you want to change it?” a third voice asks.
The two men spin around to find Chuck standing before them.
“Chuck? I thought you left,” Sam says.
Castiel skips the introductions and cuts right to the chase. “Change it? How?” Cas asks.
Chuck steps forward. “You’ve all been through so much. I feel responsible for it. I’m willing to send you back in time, Castiel. You can change everything that happened the past few years.”
Cas looks at Sam, bewildered, and turns back to Chuck. He thinks for a moment.
“But I am just one angel. How can I do this alone?” He asks sadly.
Chuck steps up to him. He puts a hand on the angel’s shoulder and closes his eyes.
Cas can feel unbelievable power surging through him. It feels as if the energy of a thousand suns are exploding within his grace. He stumbles back when Chuck removes his hand.
Sam steadies the disheveled angel. “What did you do?” Sam asks as Cas blinks a few times.
“He gave me a piece of him…” He says in disbelief.
“Just a few molecules, but it will sure make a difference. There’s no telling how powerful he will be, but I trust him to use it for good. And Castiel?”
Cas looks up from staring at his hands. “Yes Father?”
“If you need my help at all, just go to Chuck and say the words, ‘Angel of Thursday’. You’ve been one of my favorite angels since the beginning of creation so that has been one of my codewords for occasions like this.”
Cas looks into Chuck’s eyes with admiration. “Thank you.”
“Good luck, Cas,” Sam says as he pulls him into a hug.
“Thank you Sam.” Castiel turns back to Chuck.
“Now I’m going to send you back to the day Dean got out of hell. No one will have met you yet.” Castiel nods and closes his eyes as Chuck reaches out and touches his forehead with two fingers. “Till we meet again.”
xx
Castiel feels a jolt of electricity pass through him. He stands there for a moment. Opening his eyes, he can see that he is standing in the middle of the Singer Salvage Yard.
“Can I help you?” a burly voice asks. Castiel turns to see Bobby Singer standing a few yards away.
Resisting the urge to hug the used-to-be-dead hunter, he replies. “I, uh, am in need of assistance.” Castiel knows it is in his best interest to not let anyone know what he is yet.
“Well sorry,” Bobby responds, “Closed for a while. Family business to attend to.” He turns to leave.
“Is Dean okay?” Castiel blurts out. Bobby stops dead in his tracks.
A second later, Castiel is met with a shotgun in his face. “How do you know about Dean?” Bobby demands.
Castiel tries to think of a good response.
“Answer me!”
He fiddles with his hands. “Uh. I don’t have a good explaination for that,” he replies sheepishly.
Before he can react, Bobby hits him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. Despite being an angel, Castiel is knocked out cold.
Castiel can hear muffled voices.
“He knew you’re alive, Dean” Bobby says.
“Well who the hell is he?” That’s Dean’s voice.
“The question is,” Sam interrupts, “What is he?”
“What do you mean? We did all the tests,” says Dean, “He’s not a demon, shifter, or anything else.”
“Check this out,” Sam replies.
Castiel can feel Sam picking his arm up and turning it over. “The cuts from the silver and iron are healed, Dean.”
“What the hell?” Bobby mutters.
A groan escapes Castiel’s mouth. Sam drops his arm and jumps back. Castiel slowly opens his eyes to see the blurry figures of Dean, Sam, and Bobby. They’re all in Bobby’s living room.
He looks at Dean, gazing up and down at him before his eyes settle on his shoulder. The grace handprint is calling to him.
“Hello Dean,” he croaks. Castiel looks down to see he is tied to a chair in a devil’s trap.
“What are you?” Sam asks.
“And how do you know about me?” Dean demands.
Castiel looks down at the ropes tied around him. “It would be much easier if I were not tied up as if I were a demon.”
The three take a step back. “Sorry,” Dean says, “Not human, so not getting untied.”
Castiel sighs before he tugs lightly at the ropes. They fall off him. The power boost Chuck gave him makes things like this a piece of cake. Or pie, as Dean would say.
Castiel stands, free from the ropes.
The sound of a gunshot fills the ears of everyone. Bobby’s shotgun is raised and smoking.
Castiel looks down at his shirt, now littered with salt. “That was unnecessary Bobby Singer.” He sweeps his hand over his stomach, healing it.
“What are you?” Sam asks.
Castiel steps up to Bobby’s desk, pulls out a piece of paper, and draws something. “It’s better for all of you if you do not know of what I am at the moment. You will learn in due time.” He finishes drawing and hands the paper to Bobby.
“Put these sigils around the house. It is vital for your protection.” He turns to the door, preparing to leave.
“From whatever yanked my ass outta the pit?”
Castiel chuckles and looks back at them, hand still on the door handle. “No. That would be me. It’s my family that’s the problem,” he opens the door, “As for who I am, look under Thursday.”
With this, Castiel steps out and closes the door.
Sam opens the door to follow him, but closes the door and turns back to the group. “He’s gone.”
The yard is empty as if he disappeared.
xx
Castiel has a lot of work to do. Prevent the apocalypse, keep Raphael from taking over heaven, prevent the Leviathans, prevent Dean from getting the Mark of Cain, prevent the darkness, and a lot more.
But first, he has to let his father know of his plan.
After he left Bobby’s house, he went to Chuck’s house.
Stepping up to the front door, he rings the doorbell. Castiel can hear bottles falling off a table followed by a string of swears and locks unlocking.
“Yes?” Chuck asks. He’s in his bathrobe, as usual.
“Angel of Thursday,” Castiel replies.
Chuck straightens up and looks Castiel up and down. “Come on in Castiel.”
After Castiel came in, he told Chuck about his mission and let him read his mind of the past.
“I knew I sensed a piece of me arrive here yesterday,” Chuck says as he opens another bottle of beer.
“Yes. You gave me a few molecules of yourself to “power me up”,” Castiel replies, using air quotes.
“Well, I can’t exactly stay with you. Raphael watching me as a prophet and everything. And I’m sure he would notice two of you running around; one on earth, and one in heaven. As for the past-you that is in this time, talk to Gabriel. He’ll help you.”
“Thank you Chuck.”
Castiel flies back to the Winchesters with supplies to summon Gabriel.