Tenshi no Onchou

Grace of (an) Angel

Warnings!

Rated for Language and Violence, death of innocents and people who have no relation to this story, mentions of Demonic violence, blood, broken bones

Both this chapter and next few chapters

Hurt/limp! Angeled!Dean and Hurt/limp!Angeled!Sammy, Awesome/understanding/Freaked out/hurt/ hopeful/Daddy John! And worried/slightly freaked out!Bobby

Please note that this is a completely AU fan Fiction. Mainly focusing on !Teen!chesters! for most of the story.

Japanese; Tenshi no Onchou, please, this was done on Google translator, please correct it if it's wrong...

Please note that this is an AU Fiction, to a certain point. Something's, such as Mary's death will still happen. However, some of the characters, such as John's attitude, will be slightly different, i.e. more understanding, he will take care of Sammy and Dean more efficiently, as this is not an abuse fic, (and Gabe had a small part with stuffs) and not as hell bent on hunting.

If you don't like that, don't read it!

Teaching lessons to inhuman Archangels, if you don't like the way supernatural portrays the Archangels, I advise you to click the back button... please don't flame me with religious stuffs, as this is a fan fiction and I will take it off if I get too many people saying shit, so why ruin it for others?

Having said that, please if you find any spelling errors, grammar or it just doesn't flow properly with the story, Pleases, tell me! I will fix it!

Characters: Dean; 16, Sam; 12, John, Bobby, Castiel/Cas, Gabe/Gabriel and snippets of Michael and Lucifer (well more or less).

May be slash much, much later, please comment if you want this to be a slash Fan fiction or not...

Full summary

When a Demon Hunt goes wrong; the outcome is two 'Angeled up' Winchester brothers that John has the delight of dealing with. Only the small family has no idea what they are up against... will Sam and Dean learn to control their new abilities or will they fall victim to the Demons that now hunt them?

Chapter 4

Sam never did remember much of what happened on that night. The youngest Winchester could recall the motel room brake in, sudden tremors, just like an earthquake, suddenly hit the motel room and then the salt lines, their last line of defence, had scattered... and then the door flew open as if the cheap wood had been pushed open by typhoon winds in a storm. Dean had wasted no time diving for a gun and salt to hold back the attack both brothers knew was inevitable... fight against the... demon...

Demons! The realisation hit Sam like a semi trailer colliding with his body as one hundred kilometres an hour.

No sooner than his epiphany, the pre-teen's brain was quickly supplied with a sudden onslaught of knowledge he was positive that he never, ever had... along with the true image of a demon. Dark creatures of Hell; human souls that had been cut, broken, twisted, bleeding, destroyed...and...

Wait... human? Demons were once people? Sammy felt his stomach flip-flop and churn violently at the sudden flood of information and grotesque images...

Wait, how did he know all of that? Even if a hunter knew what demons really where, Sam was positive he was never told. There was a lot of law about the demons and Hell, not much of it actually reliable or believable. Even the most amateur of Hunters knew that they rose from the dark depths of Hell... but human souls? Sam mentally recoiled, simply refusing to believe it.

Then he felt it; sudden slamming knowledge; rushing like in like flies to a corpse which had been decomposing in the hot sun. Exorcisms, languages, pictures, events, death, destruction, places- some not even on earth, everything...

Sammy felt the urge to groan in pain as an assault of knowledge, that no twelve year old shouldn't... and couldn't possibly know attacked his memories, attacked his entire brain. He saw some of these things! Some of the most bloody and violent wars mankind had ever seen. The never ending wars and death that made him want to hang his head in shame at the knowledge of what humanity had done...

Then... it stopped. As soon as the pictures and knowledge seemingly forced its way into his brain; it just stopped and started to file itself away. Sam could do nothing as it catalogued itself and made home in his twelve year old mind where other things should have taken place.

It could have been hours, days, years or even seconds before the knowledge that a human child shouldn't ever know was finally all stored away. Only once it was there, could be accessible, but painful, to 'locate' and 'pull' out.

Sammy spent the next God knows how long trying to remember everything else. The information, his memories and the signals his brain was sending around his body was jumbled and completely different from 'normal'. But that wasn't what scared Sam the most, it was the memories of his family... or at least that what Sammy assumed those people who popped up randomly in these memories was his family. Sam could feel that his memories where distorted and messed up in no particular order.

He didn't know how long it was after trying, persistently, to sort his own, original, memories. It could have been year later that he actually felt something...

He savoured the feeling of the soft, soothing action that seemed to diminish the pain which was currently crawling around like a million ants inside his skull. Sam lay there for a while, forgetting about sorting for a few minutes, before slowly coming back into awareness.

Only, it wasn't the same as normally waking up. He could feel the concern, hope and pain from an outside source. Pain... he almost gasped in the intensity of the pain himself... it was pure ache which radiated off something which should have been pure... A Soul... Human... Something within in him almost gently suppled. Sam simply chose to ignore it, not wanting to trigger another wave of information.

That was when he felt a surge of panic. That was his final feeling before this; pain. His body was in so much pain; he could almost feel it. Even with all the wounds which had been inflicted were healed, but the memory of the damage was still there. Wounds caused by demons... twisted human souls...

Along with the panic, Sam felt a rise in something; warmth, light, power, energy... He wasn't sure how to describe it or what it was. But it gave his frail body strength, which was just enough to open his eyelids. He could see so clearly; the dust particles which floated gracefully in the air, the shine of the moon and stars that illuminated the moderately lit room. Only that wasn't what he focused on.

The man above was filled with panic, pain, fear and hope. Apparently the hope outweighed the others, because the familiar figure, which for some reason Sam couldn't place, spoke with a forced clam.

"Sammy... It's me... its Dad,"

The feeling of panic and fear didn't go away, the apparent 'Light' seemed to sense this and the instinct coming from the powerful energy told Sam to not move, but keep his gaze. The information and his 'memories' shifted again, this time trying to pull information out. The knowledge finally hit the surface like a tonne of bricks dropped into a pool of ice cold water. This man, his father, along with another... just like him; a soft light that was always present. His brother?

Where is the other? The 'Light' snarled, no, demanded, growing in power.

"It's me Sam, it's really me. Your safe now, we're at Bobby's and Dean and I are right here. Can you hear me?" John asked again, concern clearly infecting the hunter's tone.

Dean... is his -the vessel's- older brother. This man really was the human vessels' father... but the last 'memory' was filled with pain, cold and darkness. The 'Light' wanted, no -had- to ensure that this man was telling the truth. That the human wasn't a demon and that 'John' wasn't going to cause this vessel -the 'human'- any harm... so 'It' pulled back...

Sam could felt a small spark of hope as the 'Light' receded, thinking it was finally going away. However, the youngest hunter's hope faded quickly, when the 'Light' seemingly expanded, attached to his father and almost forcefully extracted and cross-referenced the hunter's -the human's- memories with Sam's own... if felt like years before the 'Light' found what it was looking for.

The information was compared to the scattered remains of Sam's own memories before matching them like a positive DNA match at a forensics lab.

John Winchester. Hunter. Father. His father...

After being seemingly tossed on his back; John's eyes slowly refocused before his father's body gave an instinctive, shuddering breath. Gasping for air, like the eldest Winchester had been holding his breath underwater for a long time. For the first time in a while, Sam felt the 'Light' leave to the very back of his mind, ready to attack or protect him and his established family if anything would happen.

"... Dad...?" Sam murmured after he finally found his voice.

It was now Sam could feel he was fully in control and fully aware of his own body. His head hurt like something had slammed a brick again his skull and cracked it in three different places. 'Like a bitch', Dean would say. When the haze cleared, it was then Sam noticed that his entire body hurt all over. His back hurt the most; it was like the muscles had been torn and refused to heal, despite the fact that everything else had practically regenerated. It even hurt to breath. On top of everything, Sam noticed that everything was not only 'super powered' for his sight, but he could feel, smell and hear completely different. It was like his body was on hyperaware. Like the word had gone into high definition only it wasn't on a TV screen... it was real. The amount of information Sam felt he was currently processing at once made the, pre-teen's turned-even-more-freak, head spin and pound painfully.

At first, his dad didn't say anything, John looked dazed, confused and shell shocked. Sam knew that his father was scared; in fact his dad was really freaked out. Sam stared to panic... what was Dad going to do? Was he one of the things they hunt?

Sam shuddered as he noticed the Light rising in strength again, preparing to take over once more after feeling not only Sam's emotions, but John's panic, fear and shock as clear as day.

"Dad... are you okay?" Sam asked, putting more effort into his voice, even if sounded so small.

He needed his dad to respond; then maybe the 'Light' would recede. John looked at him, he was still confused and scared, but still he spoke to Sam with a shuddering breath.

"Sammy...?" it was a question. It wasn't meant to be, but Sam could feel the pure fear and confusion his father was currently feeling.

Was his dad mad? It didn't feel like it; but Sam could feel the questions he knew he couldn't answer practically forming and buzzing around John's mind. The 'Light' still held onto the edges of his mind, sitting on it hunches like a wild dog waiting to attack at the first sign of hostility.

"Dad... you're scaring me..." Sam managed to whimper.

The 'Light' had expanded its vector like power across Sam's mind from feelings the two related humans emitted... shock, fear and confusion. The powerful entity hadn't done it on purpose, the 'Light' just didn't know why it's host and the other -the anchor- was feeling those emotions. The older... the other host was still unconscious, which worried the powerful entity... had something gone amiss?

Sam knew he couldn't control the 'Light' for much longer. No matter how much the young teen tried to contain that massive power, it could 'take over' at anytime.

Then, Sam felt the sudden change, like a switch turning on. Or the cog wheels in an ancient grandfather clock finally moving after years of neglect. Now the pain from his dad receded, along with the panic. The confusion and sadness was still there, along with the numerous numbers of questions floating around like small clouds in John's brain. Now the 'Light' was curious at the new human emotions and then stretched out its vectors as if searching for something.

"Yeah... I guess I'm alright, Sam," John murmured, lifting a hand to his temple. Sam knew it was an old habit his dad did in an attempt to soothe a very painful migraine.

Sam felt the 'Light' stop, as it finally came in contact with another mind right beside Sam's own body. It was Dean... or perhaps Dean's own 'Light' came into contact with Sam's in an attempt to calm the other. Dean who was still unconscious, but unharmed and safe, the information flooded into Sam's brain like a relay and he finally relaxed. The entity residing within Sam didn't need any more incentive, convinced that its host and the others were safe and unharmed. The 'Light' then slowly receded to the same dark place at the back of Sam's mind it had been resting and watching previously.

John finally peeled his hand way from his aching forehead and looked down at his youngest son. Sammy, it was still Sammy. He could feel the fear, confusion and relief that his own son was projecting.

"Sammy, are you okay? How are you feeling?" John asked quietly.

Sammy shifted around a bit and winced as he tried to lift his head off the pillow. John sighed half heartedly. That was Sammy alright, a stubborn Winchester, trying to move instead of just feeling.

"That wasn't an invitation to move or get up," John scolded lightly, an eyebrow raising slightly, trying to lighten the situation.

He felt the wave of frustration, slight embarrassment and hope from Sammy, as his youngest looked up shyly. It wasn't long before those emotions were swiftly replaced with the biggest puppy dog look John had seen yet. Usually these were reserved for Dean, as the puppy dog face usually only worked on Sam's older brother, but apparently Sam either wanted something or just wanted John to spill.

If there was any uncertainty before, now there was no doubt in John's mind that this was Little Sammy. The 'energy' before wasn't his son, which still worried and scared the Hell out of the older hunter, but Sammy was still here... if the puppy eyes and the 'Sammy emotions' were anything to go by. John knew there was nothing in the world that could replicate that look; even a Shape Shifter or a demon.

"Sammy, I'm not angry, what happened was not your or Dean's fault..." John said reassuringly, "but you need to tell me what happened. What do you remember?"

Sammy gazed at the ceiling for a moment. As if trying to remember something he much rather he left uncovered. It was a couple of minutes before Sam moved. He turned his head slight to face Dean. Dean who was still asleep with only an IV keeping his body hydrated.

"... I remember some of the attack... pain, for... for a while. Think I must have blacked out. Then... I don't know Dad it was really weird. Like really weird, even for our standards," Sam said softly panic flooding the teens voice.

He could feel the rise in fear, confusion and anxiety. Sammy didn't know how to explain it. But John needed to know. He needed clues to get to the answers. The older Winch should have yelled for Bobby or forced the old hunter to stay up with him. Only, he didn't want to scare Sammy. Sam was scared, lost and afraid. He didn't know what was going on, but to work it out, John needed Sammy to talk.

"You need to tell me Sam, I'm not mad; I'm just glad you're not possessed by some demon or... or hurt or... God knows what," John sighed half-heartedly.

John could feel some of Sammy's fear slowly dissipate. Sam was still confused and nervous but John could fell the hope and thankfulness that his child was now feeling. John had the feeling he was never going to get use to this...

"I don't know how to describe it I just remember light and warmth... then nothing for a while. I think I must of stated to wake... but Dad, that Light, I don't know what it did, but all of a sudden I knew things," Sammy gave a pain filled moan from the memories, "Wars, events, languages, Dad some of these things are ancient and I saw them..."

That explained why Sam had been unconscious for so long and John could bet his no paying job that the same thing was happening to Dean. The hunter shuddered slightly... he could never kill Sam or Dean, no matter what. But... but it still left so many gaps in the picture, until he knew everything that happened and what that entity... that had practically took over his youngest son was... he would need to be on their guard. Maybe take the boys out to an old hunting cabin, away from civilisation, where they could work out what happened.

John sighed wearily; this was getting him nowhere. The what's and how's will not be answered tonight. He and Bobby did every test the two of them knew... there was nothing evil inside Dean and Sam... Or at least that's what John hoped.

John's trail of thought stopped when Sam gave a heart wrenching sob. Sam almost never cried, granted he use to a lot when he was younger. But John had trained Sam to be a hunter for four years always saying- 'You don't show weakness in front of demons- they will not hesitate to use it against you!' Dean was trained to shoot a gun when he turned five and was full on tried like a hunter since he was twelve. Sam and Dean were strong, John hadn't said it much to them- gods forbid he boosted Dean's ego.

"Sammy... " John murmured.

He hesitantly reached down and threaded his fingers in Sammy's hair. Giving the child some form of comfort. It must have hurt, a lot... and Dean was... or still is going through the same thing as Sam.

"Sammy, I need to know a few more things, can you answer a few more questions?" John asked.

Sammy nodded his small head as yes. He was in so much pain, he was tired and scared, but Sammy still wanted to help. John felt his heart swell with happiness.

"Alright Sammy, it's alright. What can you tell me about the light?" John asked curiously.

The demons were so afraid of it. That much he could remember. And for whatever reason it didn't hurt him. Most of the forest had been levelled but John was left unharmed.

"I don't know, It's powerful, but It doesn't want to hurt anyone... well anything human." Sam stated frowning slightly.

Sam really didn't know how to describe it, what happened, it confused and scared the Hell out of the pre-teen. It was like another being or just pure energy that acted to whatever was going on around him. The Light or energy could more or less take over; or at least that's what John gathered from what Sammy was saying. It scared him to death, the thought of his sons as hosts for powerful... whatever It was, but the 'Light' had a chance to destroy the entire house, like it did in the forest, but It didn't.

The 'Light' could feel other emotions and feelings from people around Its vessel and of course passed that onto Sammy. Sam said if felt as if the 'Light' didn't understand what emotions actually where and if they were projected at Sammy or if someone was mad at something else. Or at least that's what it had felt like. Sam told him before, when John seemed to be gathering his thoughts, that he had pushed it down, held it back, but could not hold it forever.

John sighed as he gathered his thoughts and assed the situation. It was as if the 'Light' had a mind of its own, which sounded more like instinct, based on intense emotion. It must have given Sammy and Dean an empathetic ability of sorts being able to feel emotions as well as project their own towards John; just how powerful the ability is still completely unknown. Of course the entity must have the second psychic ability; pulling memories from others. Like a game of Snap, it used the fragmented memories of another too compare and unscramble Sammy's own.

Poor Sammy, it was no surprise that he was so scared when he woke up, he didn't even recognise his own father. It made sense; the flashes of information would have taken priority in Sammy's memories, deleting some others for storage and essentially messing around with the ones Sammy remembered most. This is bad... really bad.

"Look, Sammy, I'm just going to go up and call for Bobby. It will take me two minutes, perhaps even less. Can you try and stay awake for me?" John asked softly.

In all honesty, he was not expecting Sam to be awake when he marched back down the stairs, but this wasn't the first time Sammy had proven his wrong before. He studied Sammy for a second before his youngest son nodded and blinked twice. John gave a quick, reassuring smile before he rushed upstairs.

It was two in the morning; it was not going to be pretty waking the old salvager and dragging his sleepy ass out of bed. John noted as he walked down the hallway too Bobby's room. The door opened with a soft creak, even from outside, John could hear Bobby's heavy snores. God knows how the eldest hunter had slept though all of this...

"Bobby," John hissed.

There was no reply, not that John suspected there would be any. There was only another loud snore from the old hunter. John sighed in irritation. He flicked on the light, still nothing.

"Bobby," John almost yelled.

Finally Bobby stirred, hunter instances finally coming into play.

"Winchester, you do realise what time it is?" Bobby mumbled sleepily.

"Bobby, get off your ass and get down stairs. Sam woke up..." John paused, "you might want to hear this..."

Two minutes later, John Winchester was leading and a sleepy Bobby Singer down the old stair case into the small area that had been labelled as Sam and Dean's temporary bedroom. Both hunters wore grim faces, Bobby resisting the urge to yell at John upstairs for not calling him. Not that it would have done much, when Bobby was that tired, nothing was going to wake him. But now was not the time for scolding; they needed to work this out.

Sam was still awake when they reached the room. The preteen was struggling to stand, using the nearby couch as support. Sam took one look at Bobby and his face flooded over with confusion.

"Oh shit," John cussed.

He could feel Sammy's fear and confusion. It was the same when Sammy first woke up, he didn't recognise John; his own father. The hunter should have seen this coming.

John could see Sammy trying to fight back the strong power which had taken residence inside of his body. He could feel Sam fighting it back... only is son was losing. It didn't take long till the eerie glow was back. Sammy's eyes illumined the darkness with the soft, blue light.

"What the hell?"John heard Bobby murmur from next to him.

John didn't take his eyes of Sammy. His face was expressionless, but John knew otherwise. Sam was scared and confused. Sammy was trying to pull snippets of memories; however, it was a loss cause. Those memories needed a base. John pulled Bobby back slightly, trying to gain some distance from his son... or rather the thing inside of Sam.

"Try and keep your emotions under control. Something happened, Sam said that his memories were all scrambled... you need to just keep clam and try not to panic," John murmured softly to Bobby.

"Winchester, what have you gotten yourselves into now?" the older hunter groaned.

John snorted softly. Trust Bobby to say something like that in a situation like this. John Winchester rolled his eyes at the other hunter before turning to Sammy.

"Sammy, it's okay. Its Bobby, remember?" John said softly.

The glowing eyes shifted and locked with John's own. He could feel the familiar sensation of his memories being picked out. It didn't hurt this time. The light or the energy, whatever it was, even seemed apologetic. Like it knew it head cause the human pain the first time. Then again, if it was connected to Sammy, then it might have felt that somehow.

The images weren't as fast either; John felt the memories of when he first met Bobby-with the shot gun to his head- when Sammy and Dean were just kids, to the hunts he and Bobby worked on together. There was so many more, mostly consisting of when he had dropped Sammy and Dean off at Bobby's to the small Christmas dinners they had when there wasn't a hunt or a life threatening situation.

John felt the slow pull of the 'Light' recede from his own mind. Now he understood how Sammy must have felt with the sudden information overload. Even with the energy being much more careful than the first time, the hunter still felt the hard strain of something so powerful enter his mind, sort though his memories and then leave in under a minute.

"John, are you okay?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah... just takes some getting used to," John murmured.

"What in Hell's name is going on?" Bobby growled out.

John didn't answer straight away; he gave a quick look at Sammy, who looked dazed and exhausted but otherwise fine, John was just thankful the light had finally receded.

"To be completely honest... I really have no clue..." John said walking swiftly over to Sammy, putting a strong hand on his son's back to stop him from collapsing into the mattress.

Bobby was about to argue, the hunter had his no-nonsense face, John really needed to find a way to calm him down before Sammy acted up again. John knew that his son didn't have enough energy to hold it back for too long this time.

"... Bobby..." Sammy said sleepily.

This seemed to snap Bobby out of whatever rant had been forming; because the older hunter stopped abruptly and looked down at Sammy.

"... don't be mad at dad, we really don't know what's going on... wish we did, so then we could wake up Dean..." Sammy murmured.

John knew that Sammy was worried; worried about Dean and about what happened. John knew Sammy would have been in total panic if he was completely awake. Thankfully though, his youngest son just nodded off to sleep, causing his body to suddenly going limp in John's strong arms. The hunter carefully lowered the smallest member of the family down onto the old mattress. Sammy nuzzled into his arm, his body unconsciously searching for a source of warmth.

"Winchester... you better start explaining." Robert Singer growled, sliver knife in hand.

"Honestly... I have no fucking clue..." John said gruffly.

Well, that's a rap folks... sorry if John is sort of OOC, but I did say something in the disclaimer and he and Bobby have done tests for EVERYTHING... too bad they didn't have holy oil huh?

Of course angels aren't known in this Verse- but they will be soon...

Gabe will most likely be in the next chapter or most defiantly the one after... but Dean should be awake soon...

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