Chapter 1 I Dreamed a Dream in Time Gone By
Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Kevin sat hunched around the two huge tables in the bunker, each searching through some part of the Men of Letters' massive archives for something, anything, to kill Abbadon and stop Metatron and the many different factions of angels. The room was silent except for the rustle of ancient pages and the scratch of pen on paper.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by Kevin's voice. "Guys, look. I found something!"
The three men lept to their feet and gathered around behind him, looking over his shoulder at the thick black rock that only he could translate.
"What is it?" Sam asked, his voice impatient.
"I didn't notice it at first because I was so focused on looking for information about the Knights of Hell, but I think it could be useful. It's not a way to kill Abbadon, but-"
"Kevin, spit it out." Dean interrupted.
The prophet pointed to a section of the ancient stone. "It says here that when God created the angels, he feared they would become distracted from their task as the guardians of the human race. So he placed some of them on Earth and gave them no knowledge of who they really were. They were to live as humans until another human possessing the angel tablet awoke the grace hidden inside of them."
Sam frowned. "Okay, but angels are kind of our problem right now. No offense, Cas."
"None taken." the ex-angel replied.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I don't really see how a bunch of amnesiacs with wings are gonna help us."
"Don't you see?" Kevin insisted. "These angels have lived as humans their whole lives; they haven't had any heavenly brainwashing. These guys aren't going to want in on the fighting between factions. They'll be on our side."
Castiel nodded slowly, a thoughtful look in his dark blue eyes. "Kevin has a point. It is not in an angel's nature to fight with our kin. An angel with no ties of loyalty to any of the factions will most likely side with us to stop the fighting.
"'Most likely'?" Sam questioned skeptically. "I don't know, Cas. Are we sure we want to make more angels? What if we're wrong about what they'll do?"
"How do we find them?" Dean asked. Sam shot him an angry look. "Hey, I don't like it any more than you do. But we need help if we're going to stop Abbadon and Metatron. I mean, look at us; Cas is human now, Kevin's exhausted, and you-" he stopped mid-sentence, realizing that he almost gave away Ezekiel's presence to Sam.
"What?" Sam asked, irritated.
"I just mean you and I, we're just two hunters. We can't fight an army of angels and an army of demons. Not alone." Sam raised his eyebrows skeptically. "All I'm saying is, a little extra angel juice would really help."
Sam sighed. "Fine. How do we do this?"
Kevin turned back to the tablet. "There's a tracking spell. Once we find one of them we have to do another spell using the tablet. We're going to need a few things: an angel feather, human blood, rosemary,and five candles." the prophet listed.
Dean nodded. " We can use my blood. I think we still have some feathers in the trunk." Sam nodded and headed to the garage where the Impala was parked. "Cas, can you get some rosemary out of the kitchen? I'll get the candles." the ex-angel turned and was gone.
"In nomine Domini Dei, cui inscriptus est verbum istud, occultus loco da mihi, qui nescit, angeli sunt."
The prophet then lit the angel feather using the candle at the point of the star and tossed it into the bowl. As the flames died down, an address and a name were left seared into the bowl. 2323 Anderson Ave. Manhattan, KS, 66502. Hope.
"Alright," Dean said, "let's go make ourselves an angel."