Still aching all over, Sam watches with wide, stunned eyes as Castiel grabs hold of Dean and... and-- He has no idea, really. He's clearly doing something angelic, something powerful. There's a crackle in the air as he and Saffron finishes the exorcism, Sam somehow able to keep his voice calm and firm and clear despite the pain still splitting his cranium in two.
But it's working. It's actually working this time, the thick, grey demon soul erupting from Dean's mouth to hover, dank and horrid for a few moments before dissipating, dropping back to Hell where it belongs.
There's overwhelming silence then, crushing as they all stare at Dean's slumped, crumpled form. Mike moves first, his hand spreading wide across Dean's chest and Sam can barely even here when Neil speaks, but the words are still chilling.
This isn't how it was supposed to go at all.
And he can't lose Dean. Not again.
"No," he breathes, dropping to his knees at Dean's feet, hands reaching up to clutch his brother's face, lifting his limp head. "No, no, no. Cas. Cas, do something. Do something!"
no subject
But it's working. It's actually working this time, the thick, grey demon soul erupting from Dean's mouth to hover, dank and horrid for a few moments before dissipating, dropping back to Hell where it belongs.
There's overwhelming silence then, crushing as they all stare at Dean's slumped, crumpled form. Mike moves first, his hand spreading wide across Dean's chest and Sam can barely even here when Neil speaks, but the words are still chilling.
This isn't how it was supposed to go at all.
And he can't lose Dean. Not again.
"No," he breathes, dropping to his knees at Dean's feet, hands reaching up to clutch his brother's face, lifting his limp head. "No, no, no. Cas. Cas, do something. Do something!"