My Saving Grace ~ Closed
After closing the gates of Hell Sam had healed fairly quickly, a huge surprise considering the abuse the trials had put his body through. At first he and Dean hadn't thought much of it, just grateful for the chance of luck on their side for once. However, shit started to hit the fan....
Weird and random things began to happen; severe weather changes, objects moving, the electricity in the bunker going ape-shit. It wasn't until Sam at one point disappeared for a short period of time then just like that, appeared back that they realized everything happening was because of Sam. That's also when Dean told Sam he was not to leave the bunker until they figured out what was going on.
Currently Sam was in near hysterics and Dean unfortunately was out on a hunt. It was just his luck he'd sprouted wings a few short hours ago. It wasn't enough that all the other chaos was happening too. The real kicker was that he had no clue how to control them so wherever Sam went or however he moved, the nine foot long pair of feathered flappers got in the way and knocked shit over. Dean was going to be pissed at the mess they were making when he got back, even picturing the reaction.
