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Chapter 9: Connection in Time

Damon greeted the Winchesters outside as the pulled up in the Impala. If his brother had not made him promise not to compel Dean into letting him drive Baby, he really would have done just that. But he was attempting to turn over a new leaf, like Elena would have wanted. "So, I'm going to guess that you played good cop, bad cop?"

"Close." Dean opened up his FBI identification. "This tends to get us more information in a faster method."

Damon made a clicking sound. "Gotcha." He handed Dean a beer as they made their way inside. "While you guys were rubbing shoulders with the blue collars, Bonnie has been doing some digging in whatever you asked her to do. She's waiting in the library for you guys."

Sam looked at Dean. "What exactly were you attempting to do?"

His brother shrugged. "Like I said, I wanted to send a message. Whatever happened to us, maybe it can be better explained in our world."

Sam's steps faltered slightly. "Castiel?"

"Exactly. We don't have the bunker here, so maybe letting him know what's going on can help us find a way to get back."

Bonnie was flipping through several ancient texts as the Winchesters entered the library. "I think I found a way to get through to your world."

"Really?" Dean asked eagerly.

"There are passages here that mention a form of a magical wormhole. Because energy can pass through said magical wormhole, there is a possibility of reaching your friend. I just need your phone."

Sam squinted his eyes questioningly before handing over the phone to Bonnie. She placed it in a bowl and closed her eyes. A strange wind began to move the pages back and forth. "Navitas movetur per saecula. Navitas angelorum magis ausculta quod loquor. Castiel responde huius vocationis. Amicis vestris estis mihi necessarii**!" Her hands were placed on either side of the phone. It began to rattle on the table.

Dean was about to say something, but Sam placed his hand on his shoulder as a signal to stay silent.

"Navitas movetur per saecula. Navitas angelorum magis ausculta quod loquor. Castiel responde huius vocationis. Amicis vestris estis mihi necessarii!" The phone suddenly stopped rattling. It began to float into the air, and the pinging noise of dialing numbers was heard through the room. "Castiel responde huius vocationis." The phone dialed out and began to ring.

"What the hell, man. Just when you think you've seen everything," Dean whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

"Who is this? How did you get into this line?" The monotone voice of Castiel came through the speaker.

"No. Way."

"Dean? Dean, is that you?"

"Oh my god, you actually did it." Sam was grinning from ear to ear.

"How are you on a secure angel radio line? Wait, don't tell me you're dead. Is this God? You're playing a prank on me."

Dean's body slumped forward, and he caught himself on the edge of the desk. His face was a few inches away from the floating phone. "Cas, I don't know how long Bonnie can keep this line open, but it seriously is good to hear your voice."

"Who is this Bonnie? How are you on angel radio?"

"Long story short, we got swallowed by the Darkness, apparently hurtled through a magical rift and we're in an alternate universe. We need your help on figuring out what the hell happened and what's been going on our world."

"Oh, I see that Bon Bon has managed to get the E.T.'s to phone home." Damon walked into the room, pretending not to be curious about the floating phone.

"That is ridiculous, I'm not a side project. I'm an angel of the Lord."

Bonnie managed to open one eye, her magic starting to strain to keep the portal of communication open. "Hey, angel of the Lord, can you cut this short? It's hurting over here."

"My apologies. Maybe I can try something with this signal." The odd sounds of mumbling, creaking, a random banging sound, and the sound of chalk on pavement came through the speaker. "Are you guys in a good place?"

"Yeah, Cas. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to try and hitch a ride. But I need something to follow, like a phrase or some code-"

"Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there!" Bonnie groaned out as the last of her strength got spent. Damon caught her before she fell.

An odd crackling sound came from the phone's speaker before it fell back onto the table.

Dean hurriedly picked the phone back up. "Cas? Cas, you still there?"

"Hello, Dean." The Winchesters whirled around to see their angel friend, trench coat and all, standing in front of them.

"How did he get in my house?"

"I'm an angel of the Lord." Castiel simply said to a stunned Damon. "Sam, Dean, it's great to see that you're alive and well." He came forward and awkwardly hugged them both.

"Cas, what's been happening in our world?"

"Ever since you 'killed' Death and unleashed the Darkness-"

"Wait, you killed Death?" Bonnie was finally awake and surprised by hearing of someone killing the Death.

"-the supernatural community is preparing for war. Multiple factions are gathering forces, changing people to become their soldiers. The same is going for everyone in Hell and in Heaven."

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A couple hours passed, and the Salvatore brothers were in the library as well, listening to the conversation pass between the Winchesters and the angel.

"Can you actually believe this though? A full-fledged angel is in our house." Stefan was nursing a scotch, feeling the alcoholic warmth after the first few bottles he had emptied with his brother.

"But how can they just… Talk? Shouldn't they be speaking in an angel language, or do the angels just speak English?" He grabbed the almost empty bottle and tried his best to not spill it as he refilled his glass. "What if God is listening in on this, like the Big Brother of the government?" He whispered in realization before polishing off his shot.

Bonnie took the next glass that Damon filled up and drank it in one gulp. "I just can't believe that I used that jingle to get him over here."

"Yeah, how did that happen anyway?" Damon growled slightly as he snatched his glass back.

"It was the first thing that came to mind. I was in a hurry."

Castiel stood up, the shadows of his wings suddenly flaring up against the wall.

"Cas, what is it?" Dean helped him get steady on his feet.

Castiel took a few deep breaths. "I had an odd feeling since I've been here. Now I know. There is no connection to Heaven. As in, there is no heaven here." Damon and Bonnie glanced at each other, remembering the other side that had collapsed and disappeared. "Or Hell for that matter. My grace is starting to wane. I need to get back to our world." He groaned as a dull light appeared in his chest. "Just use that saying, and I'll follow it back here. Dean, Sam. Stay safe." He disappeared in a crackle of electricity.

**The energy moving through the ages. Thou rather hearken to what I say: The energy of the angels. Castiel answer this call. Your friends need you!