Your training was useless, and not in the bad way. Somehow, you were able to take Sam, Dean, and Castiel down without even a weapon in your hands. No one knew what the reason was behind it. You were sure the boys thought you were still lying until you had Cas tell them you weren’t.
Everything seemed to be going in order to the plan.
The night before the mission, you told Gabriel. He knew what to look for and what to do once he was freed.
The always one-sided conversation soon turned into you telling him about your training. Gabriel shook his head multiple times when you told him you were going along to save him. Then he wore a guilty but proud look as you reminisced on taking down the Winchesters and Castiel.
You figured he might have given you some special ability to fight or something; you had little knowledge on the absolute abilities of archangels, though your supernatural knowledge was more than advanced.
The confrontation had ended with you saying just a few words.
“I’ll see you out of my dreams.”
Then you allowed the white light to send your consciousness to reality.
It was the day. Too much time waiting, feeling useless and weak compared to the hunters, though you no longer felt that was the case.
“Rise and shine!” A voice shouted from outside your door, to which you groaned in response.
It had just begun.
~~~
Everything was organized and laid out perfectly for the four of you. Castiel was to be with you at all times, no matter what.
Sam and Dean had their own separate agenda: distraction. Yours and Castiel’s, however, was the extraction portion. Grab Gabriel and go. No dawdling or anything of the sort; a quick and simple-sounding task.
The table was covered with ingredients for the spell. Across from you was the fiery, red-haired witch they called Rowena. She was a strong enough witch to preform the ritual and open the gates of Hell long enough for you all to grab Gabriel.
“You have everything for the spell here, yes?” Her Scottish accent was sultry and smooth, a wave of relief that soothed your nerves.
“It’s all there, Rowena. Now let’s get this started,” Sam responded bitterly. They didn’t seem to have the best relationship with her.
The witch began pouring the ingredients into a large wooden bowl and chanting.
Castiel leaned close to you as his voice filled your head.
Do you know what’s causing your headaches?
Your eyes widened in fear; no one was supposed to know about those. The headaches came along constantly, and the blacking out was getting more frequent.
No, not yet. Please don’t tell the Winchesters. Not now, at least, you thought back at the angel.
If he were to tell them, your chances of going were slim to none.
Castiel held a look of doubt, but his eyes gave the hint that he was worried.
If it starts to hinder you at all, I will, but your secret is safe for now.
You silently sighed in relief. With Castiel knowing, at least he could help you.
Just as your mindful conversation ended, the last of the items were placed into the bowl. Everything in it burst into a bright purple flame and casted a portal-looking entrance onto the wall.
“There you go. Get in and grab him. I’ll be able to keep it open just long enough as long as you hurry.”
The idea of stepping into a doorway to Hell had just hit you.
A flash of light blinded your sight and the scene around you changed.
It wasn’t like the normal visions. The room was your own room in the bunker. Your body rested on the bed and a large wound covered your abdomen. Werewolf attack, you knew instantly. The pain was dull, but it still distracted you from the sudden presence of a being. You glanced up to meet his golden brown eyes and smiled.
“Y/n, ready to go?”
Dean’s voice brought you back to reality. Time had only passed a mere moment or so, not enough to seem suspicious.
Castiel furrowed his brows as he read your mind.
You shook away the feeling of deja vú that creeped up.
“Of course. Let’s get this show on the road, boys.”
In that instant, you, Castiel, Sam and Dean all shared a similar thought as you stepped through the portal: this had to go well.
Your training was useless, and not in the bad way. Somehow, you were able to take Sam, Dean, and Castiel down without even a weapon in your hands. No one knew what the reason was behind it. You were sure the boys thought you were still lying until you had Cas tell them you weren’t.
Everything seemed to be going in order to the plan.
The night before the mission, you told Gabriel. He knew what to look for and what to do once he was freed.
The always one-sided conversation soon turned into you telling him about your training. Gabriel shook his head multiple times when you told him you were going along to save him. Then he wore a guilty but proud look as you reminisced on taking down the Winchesters and Castiel.
You figured he might have given you some special ability to fight or something; you had little knowledge on the absolute abilities of archangels, though your supernatural knowledge was more than advanced.
The confrontation had ended with you saying just a few words.
“I’ll see you out of my dreams.”
Then you allowed the white light to send your consciousness to reality.
It was the day. Too much time waiting, feeling useless and weak compared to the hunters, though you no longer felt that was the case.
“Rise and shine!” A voice shouted from outside your door, to which you groaned in response.
It had just begun.
~~~
Everything was organized and laid out perfectly for the four of you. Castiel was to be with you at all times, no matter what.
Sam and Dean had their own separate agenda: distraction. Yours and Castiel’s, however, was the extraction portion. Grab Gabriel and go. No dawdling or anything of the sort; a quick and simple-sounding task.
The table was covered with ingredients for the spell. Across from you was the fiery, red-haired witch they called Rowena. She was a strong enough witch to preform the ritual and open the gates of Hell long enough for you all to grab Gabriel.
“You have everything for the spell here, yes?” Her Scottish accent was sultry and smooth, a wave of relief that soothed your nerves.
“It’s all there, Rowena. Now let’s get this started,” Sam responded bitterly. They didn’t seem to have the best relationship with her.
The witch began pouring the ingredients into a large wooden bowl and chanting.
Castiel leaned close to you as his voice filled your head.
Do you know what’s causing your headaches?
Your eyes widened in fear; no one was supposed to know about those. The headaches came along constantly, and the blacking out was getting more frequent.
No, not yet. Please don’t tell the Winchesters. Not now, at least, you thought back at the angel.
If he were to tell them, your chances of going were slim to none.
Castiel held a look of doubt, but his eyes gave the hint that he was worried.
If it starts to hinder you at all, I will, but your secret is safe for now.
You silently sighed in relief. With Castiel knowing, at least he could help you.
Just as your mindful conversation ended, the last of the items were placed into the bowl. Everything in it burst into a bright purple flame and casted a portal-looking entrance onto the wall.
“There you go. Get in and grab him. I’ll be able to keep it open just long enough as long as you hurry.”
The idea of stepping into a doorway to Hell had just hit you.
A flash of light blinded your sight and the scene around you changed.
It wasn’t like the normal visions. The room was your own room in the bunker. Your body rested on the bed and a large wound covered your abdomen. Werewolf attack, you knew instantly. The pain was dull, but it still distracted you from the sudden presence of a being. You glanced up to meet his golden brown eyes and smiled.
“Y/n, ready to go?”
Dean’s voice brought you back to reality. Time had only passed a mere moment or so, not enough to seem suspicious.
Castiel furrowed his brows as he read your mind.
You shook away the feeling of deja vú that creeped up.
“Of course. Let’s get this show on the road, boys.”
In that instant, you, Castiel, Sam and Dean all shared a similar thought as you stepped through the portal: this had to go well.
Alright I decided that after today’s post, I won’t be posting for a week and maybe not the week after either. I’ve got so much homework to catch up on and to pack for my Florida trip, so I gotta take a hiatus. Love ya’ll 💞
I always get in trouble for ranting on social media about people. I don’t get it. I literally have no where to rant besides my notebook and even then, I’m scared to trust it won’t fall in the wrong hands.
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