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Angel Of Humanity

Summary:

Dean has never been called "Angel" once in his life except by his own mother. He didn't have a problem with that at all, if it was in the metaphorical sense, but he had an issue when it was said literally.

Chapter 1: One

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Dean had been in a coma for almost a week now. He was alive, and Castiel could tell his soul was still intact, but he wouldn't wake up. They'd tried almost everything. They'd even taken him to a hospital, but as soon as they said they didn't know why he was asleep, Cas teleported him out.

They were at the point that Sam was willing to try anything to get his brother back.

"Cas, is there anything you can do?"

Cas shook his head, "Nothing that wouldn't... Change him forever."

Sam raised his head, "Like what?"

Castiel shook his head and looked at Sam, "As an angel, I have the ability to... No, I have the option to give Dean most of my grace, for a chance of his body accepting it."

"And, that'll cure him?"

Castiel nodded, "Yes, but, not without consequence. In turn for this grace, Dean will turn into an angel."

Sam swallowed, and spoke slowly, "Will that... Will he change?"

Castiel inhaled, "Perhaps. He will still be Dean, his soul will just be converted to Grace, but he will still be Dean. However, there will be that time in which he will be... He will struggle with angel function rather than human function. It will be likely that you will not be able to see him for weeks due to him being unable to hold a human form. Though, trust me, with time he will be able to hold it for weeks. That is, if you decide to agree. None of this has to happen."

Sam shook his head, "What choice do we have?"

Castiel looked at Sam, surprised at the man's words, "Sam, there's always a choice."

Sam looked away, and Castiel could tell he was close to giving up. By now, he'd lost hope that his brother would ever wake up. Sam's eyes were red, and he had dark purple bags under them from lack of sleep. Sam almost looked as bad as Dean, however, Dean had lost much weight, and hadn't eaten in a while. He was skinny and pale. He was unable to be cared for properly, and he was on his last few days. Sam knew this, Cas knew this, and they refused to speak of it. Sam's brother was dying, and it took everything in him to stay calm.

"Do it Cas. If there's even a chance that it'll work, please, do it. I can't... I can't lose my brother all over again."