Let Your Grace Guide You: Prologue
Let Your Grace Guide You
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Dean Winchester knelt, defeated, on the chosen battlefield; battered and broken and hopelessly alone. Together, one ex-blood junkie, a dropout with six bucks to his name, an old drunk, and a fallen angel had stopped the apocalypse. They’d won, but Dean had lost everything that mattered to him in the world. Lucifer killed Castiel and Bobby and had beaten him pretty badly shortly after. Then Sam took control back and threw himself into the cage, pulling Michael and Adam in with him.
When he’d driven there just an hour before, he hadn’t really been expecting to live through it. He just wanted to be there for Sam so that, win or lose, his brother wouldn’t be alone. He’d know that Dean would always be there with him...and now, Sam was gone, Bobby was gone, Cas was gone. He was the sole survivor of what was supposed to be the final battle between Michael and Lucifer. Only Sam changed that; their plan had worked, but the cost was so incredibly high.
He sensed Castiel’s presence before he saw him. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of wing beats or just some sort of psychic spidey sense that’d begun to develop. He just somehow knew that Castiel was there nearby, alive and well. But he’d seen Lucifer destroy Castiel just minutes ago. His rational mind attributed it to post traumatic stress or wishful thinking, but deep down inside he believed it. All he had to do was turn around.
Dean’s curiosity piqued and he looked over his left shoulder. Castiel was standing there completely unharmed. Dean wanted to stand up. He wanted to touch him, prove to himself that he was real. But his bones were broken, his ribs were bruised, every muscle in his body ached. He just stared at the angel through foggy, swollen eyes and hoped that it wasn’t a hallucination.
“Cas...you’re alive?”
“I’m better than that,” Castiel said as he extended two fingers and tapped Dean gently on the forehead.
Dean knew what it felt like to be healed by Castiel. His body was suddenly very warm, especially his aches and pains, which covered his entire body. Cells mended together and pain evaporated. It was more intense this time. Dean attributed it to the severity of his injuries and basked in the comforting feeling that coursed through his system for those few brief seconds.
“Cas? Are you God?”
“That’s a nice compliment, but no,” Castiel said, turning and walking towards Bobby a few yards away. “Although I do believe He brought me back. New and improved.”
Castiel knelt next to the older hunter and touched his forehead. It only took a few seconds for Bobby to jerk awake. He struggled to climb to his feet and spent a moment surveying the land. It was obvious what had happened. They’d won, but it’d been costly.
“Come back to Sioux Falls,” Bobby finally said, breaking the ice.
Dean smiled, but shook his head. “I can’t. I made a promise,” he said as he finally stood up off the ground.
“That can wait a few days while you recuperate.”
“No,” Dean said. “If I don’t do it now, then...”
He trailed off, but Bobby didn’t need any more of an explanation; it was just something that he needed to do. Instead of argue, Bobby just pulled Dean into a hug. Dean went willingly, knowing that this might be the last time they’d see each other in a long time. Bobby was family. He loved him and he’d miss him, but Sam wanted him to step away from hunting and live an apple pie life and damn it, Bobby would always be a hunter. Their paths might not cross for who knows how long.
Bobby hopped in his car and drove off, leaving Dean and Castiel alone at Stull. They were both silent for a long time, neither one really wanting to be the first to break the silence. Dean wanted to get on the road before he lost his nerve, though, and finally spoke.
“What are you going to do?”
“I suppose I’ll return to Heaven.”
“Heaven?”
“With Michael in the cage, I’m sure it’s total anarchy up there.”
“So, what, you’re gonna go up there and try to play sheriff?”
“I hadn’t thought of it that way, but yes, I suppose I am.” Dean huffed and shook his head. “Somebody has to, Dean.”
Dean looked to the ground. Castiel was right, but it didn’t make him feel any better. It was Heaven’s fault that this whole mess had to happen anyway and Cas was gonna go right back up there and join the Host again. But at the same time if anyone was going to go try to sort things out, Dean was glad it would be Cas. He trusted him more than he felt comfortable admitting to out loud.
“Fine,” Dean said as he fished in his pocket for the keys to the Impala. “You go do that. I’ve got a promise to keep.”
Dean got in the car and turned the ignition. He looked in his side mirror at Castiel, who was still standing there looking at him with that curious expression that Dean had begun to love. Cas was still a bit clueless about human emotions and he didn’t fully understood why Dean needed to leave right away, but he was respecting it.
Dean put the key in the ignition and drove away from Stull. He drove away from Castiel, the cage, the whole damn apocalypse, and headed out to fullfil the last wishes of his brother. For Sam, he’d walk away from the family business forever...
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Dean Winchester knelt, defeated, on the chosen battlefield; battered and broken and hopelessly alone. Together, one ex-blood junkie, a dropout with six bucks to his name, an old drunk, and a fallen angel had stopped the apocalypse. They’d won, but Dean had lost everything that mattered to him in the world. Lucifer killed Castiel and Bobby and had beaten him pretty badly shortly after. Then Sam took control back and threw himself into the cage, pulling Michael and Adam in with him.
When he’d driven there just an hour before, he hadn’t really been expecting to live through it. He just wanted to be there for Sam so that, win or lose, his brother wouldn’t be alone. He’d know that Dean would always be there with him...and now, Sam was gone, Bobby was gone, Cas was gone. He was the sole survivor of what was supposed to be the final battle between Michael and Lucifer. Only Sam changed that; their plan had worked, but the cost was so incredibly high.
He sensed Castiel’s presence before he saw him. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of wing beats or just some sort of psychic spidey sense that’d begun to develop. He just somehow knew that Castiel was there nearby, alive and well. But he’d seen Lucifer destroy Castiel just minutes ago. His rational mind attributed it to post traumatic stress or wishful thinking, but deep down inside he believed it. All he had to do was turn around.
Dean’s curiosity piqued and he looked over his left shoulder. Castiel was standing there completely unharmed. Dean wanted to stand up. He wanted to touch him, prove to himself that he was real. But his bones were broken, his ribs were bruised, every muscle in his body ached. He just stared at the angel through foggy, swollen eyes and hoped that it wasn’t a hallucination.
“Cas...you’re alive?”
“I’m better than that,” Castiel said as he extended two fingers and tapped Dean gently on the forehead.
Dean knew what it felt like to be healed by Castiel. His body was suddenly very warm, especially his aches and pains, which covered his entire body. Cells mended together and pain evaporated. It was more intense this time. Dean attributed it to the severity of his injuries and basked in the comforting feeling that coursed through his system for those few brief seconds.
“Cas? Are you God?”
“That’s a nice compliment, but no,” Castiel said, turning and walking towards Bobby a few yards away. “Although I do believe He brought me back. New and improved.”
Castiel knelt next to the older hunter and touched his forehead. It only took a few seconds for Bobby to jerk awake. He struggled to climb to his feet and spent a moment surveying the land. It was obvious what had happened. They’d won, but it’d been costly.
“Come back to Sioux Falls,” Bobby finally said, breaking the ice.
Dean smiled, but shook his head. “I can’t. I made a promise,” he said as he finally stood up off the ground.
“That can wait a few days while you recuperate.”
“No,” Dean said. “If I don’t do it now, then...”
He trailed off, but Bobby didn’t need any more of an explanation; it was just something that he needed to do. Instead of argue, Bobby just pulled Dean into a hug. Dean went willingly, knowing that this might be the last time they’d see each other in a long time. Bobby was family. He loved him and he’d miss him, but Sam wanted him to step away from hunting and live an apple pie life and damn it, Bobby would always be a hunter. Their paths might not cross for who knows how long.
Bobby hopped in his car and drove off, leaving Dean and Castiel alone at Stull. They were both silent for a long time, neither one really wanting to be the first to break the silence. Dean wanted to get on the road before he lost his nerve, though, and finally spoke.
“What are you going to do?”
“I suppose I’ll return to Heaven.”
“Heaven?”
“With Michael in the cage, I’m sure it’s total anarchy up there.”
“So, what, you’re gonna go up there and try to play sheriff?”
“I hadn’t thought of it that way, but yes, I suppose I am.” Dean huffed and shook his head. “Somebody has to, Dean.”
Dean looked to the ground. Castiel was right, but it didn’t make him feel any better. It was Heaven’s fault that this whole mess had to happen anyway and Cas was gonna go right back up there and join the Host again. But at the same time if anyone was going to go try to sort things out, Dean was glad it would be Cas. He trusted him more than he felt comfortable admitting to out loud.
“Fine,” Dean said as he fished in his pocket for the keys to the Impala. “You go do that. I’ve got a promise to keep.”
Dean got in the car and turned the ignition. He looked in his side mirror at Castiel, who was still standing there looking at him with that curious expression that Dean had begun to love. Cas was still a bit clueless about human emotions and he didn’t fully understood why Dean needed to leave right away, but he was respecting it.
Dean put the key in the ignition and drove away from Stull. He drove away from Castiel, the cage, the whole damn apocalypse, and headed out to fullfil the last wishes of his brother. For Sam, he’d walk away from the family business forever...
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