Just One Word: Damage

[soldier_ofgod]

Damage
[ooc: Sam and Dean mentioned are hasdemonblood & agentangusyoung. Used with love and welcome to tag if they want.]“Stop,” Castiel said as he appeared in a vast, open field in a rural community just outside Akron. It was quiet, except for the witch chanting in badly pronounced ancient Hebrew. She was the cause of all the omens and signs that had been springing up here

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[agentangusyoung]

Sam had left him in the motel room not long after they had eaten breakfast, muttering something about research and needing quiet and leaving Dean to clean and prep a couple of the more specialized weapons they didn’t get much use for.

The curtains of the room were drawn tightly together and he sat at the small, wobbly table in the corner, eyeing the curve of the blade he held in his hand, trying to decide if the dark spot was stain or shadow.

Discarded notes and pages of research sat everywhere, books strewn around, things he had been reading with half an eye as he’d sat there, focused on his task.

When his cell phone rang, he hadn’t actually been expecting it, having talked to Sam just a couple of minutes prior.

“Hello?” He flipped the phone open, not bothering to check the ID.

[soldier_ofgod]

"Dean."

Castiel could hear Dean's voice through the phone. Thank God, the phone still worked. He had thought his Grace would have destroyed it. Swallowing hard, he tried to focus through his fuzzy thoughts.

"Help, Dean."

[agentangusyoung]

Dean had to pull the phone away from his ear briefly to check the number before he processed that Castiel was calling him. That something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" He snapped to attention, hands reaching for keys and the bag on the floor with the weapons he hadn't managed to pull out yet.

He was already headed for the door before he got an answer.

[soldier_ofgod]

"The witch," Castiel groaned. It shouldn't hurt this much. His Grace should settle, he should heal. What magic had the witch used on him to cause this? What mix had done this?

"Outside the city, a ritual clearing." He shuddered as his Grace rose up again, burning, wanting to break free.