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Dean was the one that heaven called the righteous one, Michael's Sword. But unlike what angels believe would happen to Dean, Micheal did not possess the man but instead blessed the man. With a sort of grace that the human soul could handle. Like Sam with his powers, Dean's powers were shown at the age of 23. Luckily, he was on a mission of his own when they showed up, didn't have to worry about his father getting on his ass for being special as well.
He was fighting a monster, just a normal hunt like he was used to. But he was pinned and so close to dying that he thought this would be the end. But it couldn't be, he still had to protect Sam, his baby brother still needed him. He started to gain a headache as he pressed his palm to the chest of the monster trying to push it off as he nursed his head with his other hand. Before his eyes widen at the sight of a blinding white light that Dean had to cover his eyes for before he becomes blinded by the sight.
And when he uncovers them? The monster was charred like it was burned with fire and not whatever came out of his palm. He looked worried, but also excited. He didn't have to worry about dying when he had this cool power! Hell he could even protect Sammy better with this! Now he just needed to figure out how to activate it again…
The first time was a mistake, he didn't even remember how it happened the first time. All he remembered is that a demon was in supposedly holy grounds. Well not so holy church when a demon was walking in it. Some blood from the priest that got attacked ended up in Dean's mouth. He may not remember that day, but he remembered the high he got from the holy blood into his system. It was like an instant power boost as he placed his palm on the demon's chest and evaporated it.
Of course with all addictions, he craved that high again. That boost of power the blood gave him, he tried with all different kinds of priests. But not all of them worked, not all of them were holy enough. And soon he figured out a pattern to this, the power burst came from holy figures, he was right about that. It was holy figures that the big man upstairs appointed himself. Soon when he was on another church mission, it got too much to handle and all the creatures started to flood into the church.
He could see the priest starting a prayer in front of the front altar. Dean quickly rushed in as he stopped the Impala, the door was still opened luckily. He pulled out his pistol as he shot at a few of the creatures with silver. They fell of course, but he could see all of them turn to the priest that was still praying. “How was he not scared or trying to run?” Dean questioned as he quickly run to the father of the church “GET DOWN!” Dean ordered as he tackled him to the ground and covered the man with his body. He was getting surrounded and Sam could only do so much. Dean looked down at the dark haired man in front of him.
He let out a soft gasp and his blue eyes, almost a calming blue, widen in shock. Dean looked around, they were surrounded, “You're Father Novak correct?” Dean asked, the man looked confused for a second before replying “y…yes.” He confirmed.
“Sorry about this-” Dean apologizes, though he knew to the father it was hollow. It sorta was since the man he's been researching was the only hope if Dean didn't wish for him, and the two other men in the room to die. He grabbed his knife from his belt and Novak’s wrist before slicing it open, letting the crimson red blood drop down before Father Novak tried to pull away in pain. Sadly that wasn't an option, and Dean attached his lips to the cut on his wrist and started drinking the blood. If he wasn't covered by Dean's body he would have gotten the brightest flashbang in his life. There were blood curling screams before silence that would make anyone's stomach drop.
Dean was used to this, to him it was routine with him and Sam. They were used to this, Sam looked at the father in worry as Dean still had his hand clamped onto Father Novak's wrist, the boy's eyes soften in worry and pain “Dean…?” He called out, calling out to his brother to make sure it was the right man.
“Yeah Sammy.” Dean confirmed with a smirk “We found him.” He locked eyes with the priest's blue ones. He could see the terror in them but he could care less. Besides, with this angels…fallen angels blood he could keep saving the world.