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Dean was exhausted. Dean was sore. Dean was sure he wasn’t going to crap for a week.
His day, or maybe days, had been spent being angel zapped through the multiverse looking for magic a stone being used to summon demons.
Neither Dean or Cas had expected to be kicked on their butts by a tiny 5ft blonde teenager named Buffy. Dean also hadn’t expected to find out they were back in the 90’s when he tried to use his phone to call Sam. After a long lecture and thorough questioning by a stuffy but excitable librarian they had moved on to the next stop in their quest to follow the stone.
They had come to a complete stop in an old manor. Their bodies completely frozen in place. Until the women standing in front of them had waved her hand freeing their heads to move at least. Dean had almost lost his cool when another angel had appeared, one that still had powers and connection up above. The angel had been able to convince his wife Piper that what the two strangers who had appeared in their house was saying was the truth.
With actual access to this millennium’s technology, a family of powerful witches and two angel’s they had managed to create a spell and potion combo to take them directly to the summoning stone.
With the stone dealt with, the demons stopped and Dean and Cas back in their right time and space he could finally knock back some pain relief for his headache and hopefully get some sleep to overcome the interdimensional travel.