A/N 1 Firstly, apologies for the extreme lateness - blame it on jetlag and then a misbehaving laptop.

A/N 2 Happy birthdays to SalchanTheWitch, Clarabell27 and Musica Diabolos - getting all three wishes into one story was definitely a challenge but I did my best! Hope you all had lovely birthdays.

"Cas, losing your healing skills pretty much sucks ass."

"I can still help."

"Oh yeah? How'dya figure?"

Castiel zapped Dean and Sam into a suburban kitchen, where a woman coolly observed her new guests.


"Hello Helen."

"Need something?"

"Sam needs your assistance – he has a fever."

Dean wasn't happy. "She's a witch?"

"I am. Is that a problem?"

"Yeah, I hate…"

"Dean. She can help."

Slumped in a chair, Sam was suffering and Dean instinctively tucked his brother's head against his hip, shielding him from the bright kitchen light.

"Don't hurt him."

"Don't worry; he's going to be fine."