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| Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance; Title is a WIP | |
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| Jut Jut | Aug 9 2016, 04:18 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Chapter 1[/align] Castiel woke up with a start, sweat coating his face and eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the dark room around him. As he regained his composure he groaned slightly, images from the nightmare drifting still through his mind. This was nothing new to the boy, nothing he hadn't experienced a million times before. To be honest, this was almost a nightly ritual for him now. Go to bed, get some sleep, have the same dream he'd had every night for the past six years, wake up in a sweat and panic, relive the better parts of the dream in his mind and eventually drift back to sleep. Every night for six years. His friend, Charlie had told him time and again for years now that it was time to move on. Time to move past what happened all those years ago and hopefully the dreams would die away as well. But the truth of the matter was, Castiel didn't want to move on, not past what happened and not past the dreams. As annoying as the dreams could be at times, it was the only thing he had left. The only real connection to his best friend. The dreams may be a horrible reminder, but they kept his mind focused on the one thing he missed more than anything...his best friend, Dean Winchester. The dreams were a horrible reminder of the man, but they were better than forgetting Dean entirely. That would be the true nightmare, the horror of waking up one day and not remembering the man who left his life all those years ago. His nightly ritual wouldn't be complete without a glass of warm milk, to calm his nerves and settle his mind. He'd lay there in a daze, sleepless and thoughtful until he forced himself to get up, go get a glass of milk, and finish it. Only then would his body allow sleep and yet despite knowing that, for some reason Castiel didn't want to move, not yet anyway. This, too, happened from time to time. Castiel would just lay there and picture Dean, the dream long since over. But he could imagine Dean, sitting there, on the edge of his bed, joking and laughing and telling him to go back to bed, or comforting him, laying beside him in the bed, just close enough to reach out and touch, telling him to go back to sleep. "It was just a dream Cas. Go back to sleep buddy, I'm right here." He could almost hear Dean's voice, see the comforting smile as it crinkled his best friend's eyes a bit. And as always, when Dean spoke to him in his mind, he used that nickname, Cas. A name he no longer went by. No longer allowed people to use because, that was Dean's name for him and no one else is worthy of using it and it brought back too many memories. Memories that often led to him breaking down or having a panic attack. Memories that he would rather not dwell on. Castiel had just resigned himself to getting up and going for that glass of milk when his pattern was broken. A sound, the creaking of a floorboard, woke him out of his daze and he began to falter slightly. Had he just imagined that? His mind wrapped around the ideas of what that might be, while his head tried to convince him he hadn't really heard anything. Just as he had convinced himself that it was made-up, he heard it again, a floorboard creak and a muffled voice. Fear struck him as he realized exactly what this meant. He was alone, in the house, and someone else was here with him, likely to try and rob him...or worse. But just like always, just as the fear gripped him, a calming sensation washed over him, Dean's words when they were younger replaying in his mind. "Don't worry about it Cas, I'll always be there for you. I got your back buddy." Castiel had blushed at those words so long ago, and now they were a comfort to him. Standing, he reached under his mattress, pulling out the Bowie knife Dean had given him for his birthday all those years ago. It was still sharp, he made sure to keep it sharp for Dean. Looking at the blade, he saw the imprint, the words etched into the blade in Latin. 'Non Timebo Mala' roughly translated to 'Fear No Evil'. It was something Dean had done to the knife personally, his own mark on the present for his best friend. A constant reminder and over the years, a safety net of sorts. He'd never had to use the knife, but he always kept it, just in case. Hearing a stumble and more muffled speaking, Cas gathered his courage and crept to the door to his bedroom, knife in hand. Taking a silent breath, he crept out of the room, and started down the hall, towards the living room and the sounds he had been hearing. Down the stairs, slowly, quietly he walked. He had the benefit of knowing this house inside out and backwards. Nights spent walking in the dark to the kitchen had ingrained the layout in his mind. He didn't need a light to find his way, nor did he make a sound. Silently he crept through the living room, searching the shadows, and into the kitchen, the only other room with a knife in it. Of course, these knives were used for cooking, but at least now he was the one in the room of potential weapons. Flipping on the lights, he shielded his eyes quickly before blinking to adjust and preparing to assault whoever had broken into his house. Looking around the kitchen and living room however, he found nothing. No person, no strange shadows, nothing disturbed at all. Could he have imagined the intruder? No, someone was here and there were still rooms to check. Walking, silently to the dining room, Castiel flipped on the light and turned the corner to find it empty as well. What the hell? He continued in that manner, leaving the lights on in rooms he had checked, checking the entire house, room to room. Nothing was out of place, no intruder, it was all just as he had left it before bed. Had he really dreamed up an intruder? It wouldn't be the first time, though such a thing hadn't happened in months, not since he got used to living on his own. Walking back through the house, he began shutting off lights until he made it to the kitchen. He made his glass of warm milk, inwardly laughing at himself for thinking someone was in the house. As he finished the milk, he washed out the glass and set it in the sink for the morning. Turning off the kitchen light, he headed back to his room with it's door still open and light still on. Walking into the room, he slowly put the knife away, back under the mattress, and turned to reach for the light. As he looked around the room, he smiled softly and noticed the man sitting in his recliner across the room, smiling at him. He flipped the light switch off and began to climb back into bed. "Night Dean," escaped his lips as he smiled and lay his head down. "Night Cas," came the reply. Smiling widely, Cas lay his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, almost drifting back to sleep before his brain caught up to him. Jumping out of bed, he flipped on the light switch and stared across the room again. Sure enough, there was a man, sitting in his recliner, softly smiling at him. His eyes roamed up the man's body slowly before stopping on his forest green eyes, wide and sparkling and seeming to say 'it's really me Cas'. Castiel was elated, practically jumping at first before he sprinted across the small room and tackled into his best friend, arms wrapping around Dean's neck as he clung to him tightly. "Dean, is it really you? You're...real this time, right? You're really here and safe and not going to disappear on me?" Dean chuckled softly, though it sounded a bit forced as he wrapped his own arms around Cas and held him close. "It's really me this time Cas...I'm here buddy. I ain't going nowhere." |
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| Jut Jut | Aug 10 2016, 02:06 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]Chapter 2 Flashback[/align] Dean couldn't help the little bubble of excitement he felt as the Impala drove through the streets of the neighborhood. Ever since the fire, when he was four, he and his brother Sam had been living off the road with their father. They'd stop at a motel, get a room, and John would leave, out on his next hunt. When John came back, a few weeks later, they'd pack up and move on. On to the next motel and on to the next hunt. But after some convincing and talk, John had decided to get the boys a house, a permanent residence to grow up in. It was safer and cheaper and while John hated the idea of not seeing his boys as much, it was what made them happy, so he'd agreed. They pulled up to a small, rundown house that needed some work, but it was home and for Sammy at least, it was the only home he'd ever known. Both boys excitedly picked their rooms and began to unpack as Bobby and their father did a sweep of the house. Once everything was in order, John said his goodbyes, left the boys a number to get a hold of him in case of emergencies, and left. Dean was ten, Sam six, but this wasn't their first rodeo so to speak. They'd practically lived alone their entire life already. Dean taking care of Sammy and the boys getting along just fine in hotels across the country. Now they were settled down and while that would bring new issues, it also came with it's own rewards, like being able to make friends and get involved in activities for once. Thus, the next day, Dean grabbed his little brother and decided a trip to the nearby park was in order. He was hoping Sammy might find a few friends while there and maybe he might meet a friend or two as well. He never would have imagined how that trip would shape his life so easily. Sam was playing with a few kids on the playground, and Dean had to use the restroom. Calling out, he let Sammy know where he was going and took care of his business. On his way out of the bathroom though, a noise caught his attention. Looking around, he spotted four boys huddled around something...no someone. The dark-haired boy in the middle of them seemed distressed and kept trying to get away as the other four began shoving him around. He started to turn away, needing to get back to Sammy, when one of the four punched the kid in the middle and a cry of pain rang out on the air. Instantly Dean pictured Sam in the middle and some boys picking on him and he reacted before he even thought his actions through. He turned and walked their way. "Hey ass wipes, leave him alone!" The boy closest to him turned to look at him, though still blocking the other boy in. He snickered as the leader of their group spoke up first. "Turn around and walk away kid or you may be next." The kid grinned but Dean didn't. He kept on walking their direction, confident in his abilities. For the past six years his father had put him through hunter training, and part of that was learning to fight. Learning from an ex-Marine made him deadly, but add that to the anger Dean was now feeling, and he was downright lethal. He'd been trained to fight vamps, werewolves and demons...a few awkward kids would be no trouble for him. "Maybe I wasn't clear. Pull your head out of your ass and leave him alone...or YOU will be next." The boys let their prey go then, with a knee to his stomach and Dean watched as the dark haired boy slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath. They came at him, circling around him before one of them was finally brave enough to throw a punch at him. That was all it took, a sneaky punch from behind and Dean reacted, quickly handling all four boys with ease. A punch to the face, kick to the gut, Dean was a well-oiled machine and the only thing that stopped him was hearing his name yelled from nearby. Sam was standing there, shocked and scared, tears spilling down his cheeks. As Dean looked around, he realized he'd gotten lost in the fighting and the boys around him were curled up on the ground, crying and bleeding. Taking a step back, Dean went numb before he felt someone tackle into him. Blinking stupidly, he heard the muttered thanks from the dark-haired boy as Sam came running over, ready for a fight himself. "It's okay Sammy, calm down. Hey kid, you okay?" The dark-haired boy nodded before looking up and for the first time, Dean saw those brilliant sparkling blue eyes. Those innocent pools of blue broke his heart and repaired it all at once and Dean found himself smiling without realizing it. "I'm Dean Winchester, and that's my brother Sam over there. We're new in town...think you could show us around a little?" The boy nodded and moved to get off Dean, helping him up as he introduced himself. "I'm Castiel Novak. Thank you for helping me Dean. I...I'd love to show you around." Dean grinned widely as he looked to Sam, the crowd around them slowly dissipating. "Looks like I won the bet Sammy. That last soda is mine thanks to my new friend Cas here!" Looking to the dark-haired boy, Dean realized he was being stared at and grinned. "Sorry Cas...you mind if I call you Cas by the way? Anyhow, Sammy and I had a bet on who would make a friend first and thanks to you...I just won! We can share the soda if you'd like?" Castiel nodded and smiled. "Cas is fine...it's my first nickname really...but I like it. And um...I'm glad to be your friend." The three boys laughed and went back to playing. The years passed quickly after that, Dean and Cas becoming best friends in no time and Sammy even gaining some of his own friends. It wasn't until their teenage years that their friendship began to change. Cas slowly began to realize that he wasn't interested in girls. He liked looking at boys, dreaming about them, flirting with them. He would find out later that it meant he was gay, but at the time, it meant subtle looks closer at his best friend and secret crushes that he was too afraid to talk about. Dean was his best friend and there was no way he could like him in that way. It would damage their friendship and Cas wasn't willing to take the chance. Dean was his first friend and now his best friend...other than Charlie, a girl from their grade, and Sam, Dean was his only friend. Dean too began to change and while he liked looking at girls and guys, his eyes were constantly caught roaming the profile of his best friend. His thoughts caught dreaming of absurd things like how Cas' lips must taste and how easy it was to get lost in those big blue eyes during sex. But much like Cas, Dean was too afraid to admit his own attractions. Cas was his best friend and he wasn't willing to risk that friendship. Of course, he also didn't want John to find out. John was a well known homophobe and Dean knew if his father found out, it would be back on the road for both of them to 'beat the gay out of Dean'. He couldn't do that to his brother, so he struggled to keep things strictly platonic between himself and Cas. Things changed for the friends on Dean's sixteenth birthday. He, Sammy, and Cas had the day all planned out. A trip to Bobby's and then out to the Roadhouse where Ellen and Jo worked. Dean got his license that morning and as a gift, his dad showed up and handed him the keys to his beloved 67' Chevy Impala. Dean had been in love with the car since he was little and John thought it the best present. Bobby had helped him find an old truck to hunt in, and Dean was ecstatic. As John left, Sam and Dean piled in the car, which Dean affectionately called Baby. They drove to pick up Cas and headed out for a day of fun. That all changed when they stopped at a station to get some gas. Dean had to use the restroom and walked around the building, since the bathroom was outside. Cas followed, needing to use the restroom as well. As both boys walked into the dingy bathroom, they frowned but found a stall each and began taking care of business. Sammy was inside, picking up snacks and drinks for the trip. A biker walked into the restroom after the boys but had to wait as there were only two stalls. Both boys finished up quickly and went to wash their hands when the biker grabbed Dean and slammed him against the wall. Cas, of course, freaked out and yelled at the man to let his friend go. The biker simply looked at Cas grinning and his eyes flicked to black. Dean saw and without hesitating spat one word at the demon. "Cristo!" The two struggled back and forth before Sam came to check on the two and saw the scene before him. As Dean fought, Sam reached in the pocket of his jacket and pulled a knife. Cas was freaked out, but he was fighting back, trying to protect his friend. Sam grinned and from memory began exorcising the demon in Latin. The guy tried to fight back but finally he screamed and black smoke rose from his throat, out the door and flying away. Dean held Cas' questions by promising him they'd explain at Bobby's. As the three boys sat in Bobby's living room with the older man they considered an uncle, Dean began, telling Cas that man was possessed by a demon. They explained their life...the life of a hunter to Cas and Dean was surprised when he took it incredibly well. It seemed to help that the boy already trusted the Winchesters with his life. From that point on, Dean told Cas when they had to hunt...told him where they were going and what they were hunting as they set off to bail John out of trouble. The boys grew closer thanks to their secret and before they knew it, Senior year was upon them. Dean had decided to go to college, wanting to major in Mechanical Engineering and minor in Criminal Justice. He wanted to be either a Mechanic or a cop, though he knew he'd still hunt as well. Cas wanted a degree in Medicine...he wanted to become a doctor, telling Dean that he could patch the brothers up after hunts and help out with medical stuff. The boys both applied and were accepted into the local college and had even applied to be roommates. They still hadn't told each other of their feelings, but as things began clicking into place, Dean had decided that maybe it was finally time to spill the beans. Sammy may have helped him with that decision, as his little brother was sure that Cas felt the same and Dean just couldn't see it. That night, the boys went to bed, Dean having decided that he would sleep on the idea and decide in the morning if it was worth it or not. None of them knew how much that night would change their lives forever. |
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| Jut Jut | Aug 10 2016, 04:00 AM Post #3 |
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[align=center]Chapter 3[/align] Castiel clung to Dean as tightly as he could. Despite the words and feeling Dean in his arms, he was almost afraid to let go. Afraid that if he did the other boy would fade from existence once more and he would be left alone. Their hug was obviously more than friendly, though Cas didn't quite realize that fact. He was just elated to have his best friend back. And then, as he hugged the other, his mind replayed the memory of waking up and finding their house empty. No Dean, No Sam, nobody. The Impala was gone, but their clothes and other personal belongings were still there. Dean's pistol still safely hidden underneath his pillow, Sam's dagger under his. There was blood on the floor, but no bodies in sight. It was as if the boys had just vanished into the night, like the Dean's of his dreams so often did. The blood had worried Cas, but he didn't call the police, knowing if they searched the house and the Winchesters came back, they'd all be in trouble. So many weapons lay scattered around that house, and books on all kinds of monsters. A Devil's trap was spray painted under the living room rug, though to most it would look more like some kind of satanic symbol. No, police would assume the boys were devil worshipers and dangerous and bringing them there was a bad idea. So Cas had simply waited for their return, waited and worried. Time had slowly ticked by, days passed into weeks and turned into months. Bobby didn't know anything and neither did Ellen or Jo, though all three promised Cas to look into the whole ordeal. Those boys were their family, as was Cas by that point. But no matter how much any of them searched, nothing ever came of it. The Winchesters were gone and Castiel was broken. All that anger and fear and betrayal came back now, full force as he remembered that time. His laughter and joy fell away as Cas finally managed to pull back, releasing Dean from his hug. Without thinking, without warning, Cas' fist flew forward, connecting with Dean's jaw with so much force. Castiel was pissed and it showed in his eyes, though the most prevalent feeling within his eyes was fear and worry. "You asshole! How dare you just waltz back in here and act like nothing happened?" Tears gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill over but he made no move to wipe them away, or to get off Dean's lap for that matter. No, Dean was going to sit here and listen whether he liked it or not. He was going to hear about the damage he'd caused to Cas and to their other friends and family. He would know his mistake. "Do you even know how much you worried me? How worried Bobby and Ellen and Jo and Charlie were? We had everything planned and you just decided to up and leave without even a goodbye? Blood staining your carpet...I thought you were dead Dean." By this point the tears had overtook him and began rolling down his face. His most secret thoughts and worries let out for Dean to hear. Things he hadn't even told Charlie...things nobody knew but himself and now Dean would be privy to that too. "I thought we were friends Dean. I thought you wanted me in your life...was I really that big of a burden? Did you really feel like the only way to get rid of me was to vanish? That I couldn't take a hint? Was I really that bad of a friend Dean? Why show back up now? If I was really that horrible...why come back at all? Why Dean...why?" Dean sat there silently as Cas exploded on him. He took it all, because he felt he deserved it. Never mind that leaving wasn't his fault...staying away wasn't his choice. Forget that he thought every day about his best friend...planned for months how to get them back to him. The world hated Dean Winchester...so it only made sense that Cas would too. He was fully prepared to let Cas take it all out on him, until his friend's thoughts turned negatively towards himself. Dean sat there stunned as he listened to Cas before his mind began working again and Dean found himself able to talk once more. "Don't you ever talk about yourself like that Cas. You were the best friend a guy could ask for...still are. I fucked this up...I'm the fuck up here, not you. I didn't want to leave you Cas...I didn't want to leave period. But I didn't have a choice. Every day I thought of you...wanted to get back to you, but I couldn't. Cas, I'm so sorry...I know it's probably too late...the damage is done. But Cas...please don't hate me...please." Cas listened as Dean explained, though he was still cryptic. But by the end, all Cas' anger was gone, his rage replaced with a sadness and hurt for his best friend. Something had happened while Dean was away and Cas had a feeling it was something bad. He'd never seen Dean like this before. The boy always seemed so confident and happy...to see him practically begging Cas not to hate him...see him beat himself up, it broke Castiel's heart. "I could never hate you Dean. You're still my best friend...and I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. But Dean...I've gotta know...what happened? Why did you have to leave? Why couldn't you come back?" Dean seemed to brighten slightly at the words...though he still looked broken and defeated. But at the question, Dean tensed for a second before remembering who he was talking to. This was Cas...the only secret he ever withheld from Cas was the love he held towards the other man...he could tell him about that night...and his life since then. Cas wouldn't judge him. Cas would understand. Taking a deep breath, Dean looked into Cas' eyes as he spoke, sounding a bit defeated still. "Cas...that night...the night we disappeared. Sammy and I were abducted by a group of fangs." |
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| Jut Jut | Aug 10 2016, 05:37 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center]Chapter 4[/align] "Fangs? Abducted by fangs? What are you talking about Dean? What's a fang and why would they abduct you?" To say Cas was confused would be an understatement. The idea that anyone could abduct both Sam and Dean Winchester was baffling enough. Cas had seen both brothers fight over the years, he knew they could hold their own. With Cas' help they'd managed to take down a demon on the spur of the moment. So the idea of anyone forcefully taking them was baffling. Dean sighed, thinking back to that night before he looked to Cas and frowned slightly. "Vampires Cas. Fang is a derogatory term for a vampire...and they don't much like the name. But most hunters use it...it identifies them without outright sounding crazy. Kind of like a code word to use in public without looking like a loon. Much like we call werewolves mutts or mongrels. For the record, they don't like that name either...not that we care." Dean watched as the realization set in, but knew there would be more questions. Why didn't they just kill them? How did they abduct them? Whose blood was on the floor? Why were Vampires after two teenage boys to begin with? Without waiting for the questions, Dean began the story...leaving out a few minor details of course. Like how he was dreaming about Cas before they arrived. "I guess I should start from the beginning, huh? John...my dad...he was hunting a group of vampires nearby. He'd found one of them alone and killed it easily. Decapitation...the only way to kill a vampire. It's bloody and gruesome, but it does the job. Anyhow, he killed the one and managed to back the others into an old warehouse. Their food supply cut off, the vamps became angry and somehow they managed to overpower John. They captured him and decided he would be their personal hunter. He'd bring them food and in turn, they wouldn't kill him. Of course, he refused. He wasn't about to let them hurt innocent people just to save his own life. Then they found his wallet...with a picture of me and Sammy and our home address." Taking a moment to compose himself, Dean breathed deeply as tears began to stream down his face slowly. Just thinking about it all reminded him of everything. "I was asleep when they showed up. They found Sammy's room first and walked in there. Sam woke up and started to yell my name when they shut him up. They hit him in the face...and then knocked him unconscious. But it did the trick...I woke up before they got to me. I grabbed the knife under my mattress, my machete, and stepped into the hall. A fang was in the hall and he came at me...he didn't notice the knife in my hand...or didn't think I knew how to use it. All I know is he ran at me and I reacted on instinct, taking his head off with one clean slice. The body dropped to the floor, but the sounds and scent of blood attracted the others." There Dean paused for a moment, replaying the scene in his mind. One of his first biggest mistakes made that very night. "We fought for a bit and I managed to kill two more before they got smart. Their leader walked into the hall, Sam hanging limply in his hands. He told me if I didn't put down the knife, they were going to turn Sammy right there in front of me...make him ingest their blood and become one of them. I know it was stupid, but I couldn't risk Sammy like that...so I dropped the knife. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head right after and blacked out. When I came to, Sammy and I were bound and gagged in the trunk of the Impala and we were moving." Dean took another breath, looking up to see tears in Cas' eyes as he stood and grabbed Dean's hand, dragging him over to the bed instead. The two sat down and then eventually lay down as Cas scooted closer, still holding his best friend's hand gently. Cas looked about ready to cry as he tried to comfort Dean. "It's okay Dean...I understand. You don't have to tell me more...I'm just glad you and Sam are safe. And your dad...he's safe too, right?" The pained look on Dean's face answered that question for him as Dean huddled even closer, their bodies almost pushed up against each other now. "I want to tell you Cas. You deserve to know...and I need to tell someone. Nobody else knows and it's killing me to keep it inside...because I fucked up. I need you to know what a fuck up I am...how horrible I am...so that you can get rid of me before I poison your life too." Dean stopped as Cas shhh'ed him, not wanting to continue because he needed Cas more than ever right now. But more than that he needed Cas to be safe...and being with him wasn't safe. They stayed there like that for a few minutes, as Dean composed himself before the story continued without warning. "When we got there, Sam and I were already loose. The false floor in the trunk filled with knives and guns and such...we got it opened somehow. So when they opened the trunk, we came out swinging. We took three of them down before they brought John out. He was tired and beat up, but alive. They told us if we kept fighting, they'd kill our dad. I didn't care...my priority was protecting Sammy and getting us both back home safely. But Sam...he had a different plan. He put his knife down and walked towards them. As soon as he was captured, I gave up. John was so disappointed in us...I could see it in his eyes. He couldn't even look at me without grumbling about how worthless I was. We were supposed to be leverage...a threat to make John work for them, but when they told him they'd kill us if he didn't work for them, he said to go ahead. He even begged them to let him kill me himself. His worthless son...not even worthy of the Winchester name...not worthy of living." Tears ran down his face now and for the first time, Cas understood why Dean was now referring to his father as John instead of dad. The bastard...Cas wanted to kill the man for saying those things...making Dean feel that way. "Oh Dean...he was an idiot then. You are not worthless, you are smart and kind and caring and funny. You care about people, protect people. You do the good thing even if it seems difficult or crazy at times. You see the good in people no matter what. You risk your life to protect not only your family and friends, but to protect total strangers from things they don't even know exists. You are my best friend and I...I lived for six years without you. I know what it's like to not have you in my life and it's torture. So don't you dare think of leaving me again...I don't think I could live through that again. I'd rather die than live without you in my life Dean Winchester...do you understand me?" Dean listened as Cas spoke and slowly became more and more courageous...and more and more selfish as well. As Cas finished, Dean moved, without thinking, and kissed the boy he was laying next to. Their lips met, soft and sweet and while instantly his mind wanted to pull away, afraid of how Cas would react, his body scooted a bit closer, hand moving up to cup Cas' cheek gently. He'd just about given up...kissing Cas who sat there as if in shock...or maybe disgust. Was Cas disgusted with him now too? But then Cas surprised him and began kissing him back. The two locked lips, the kiss quickly heating up as Dean let himself focus on this one thing only. The rest of the story could wait...right now he wanted Cas more than anything...needed Cas to know how he felt. And based on the reaction, a little voice in his head said "Told ya so." It sounded an awful lot like Sammy, which made Dean smile slightly against his best friend's lips. |
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| Jut Jut | Aug 15 2016, 05:58 PM Post #5 |
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[align=center]Chapter 5[/align] The kiss lasted for hours...or minutes, Dean wasn't really sure. Time had almost ceased to exist as he gave in to that desire fully. Both of them hungry for more, pushing and pulling back and forth in that moment, enjoying the kiss that should have happened years ago. It was only now, that the deed had been done, that Dean began to realize how stupid he had been to think he would lose Cas all those years ago. The looks, the awkward blushes, the way Cas seemed to hang onto his every word. It was all a sign, clear as day and he'd never looked up high enough to see it. Sammy had been right all those years ago...of course Sam had been right. It's what the kid did...hit Dean in the face with the truth daily. Both men panted for breath, a scarlet tint to their cheeks as they stared deep into each others eyes, a smile on their lips. It was Dean who finally broke the silence after what seemed like forever. "I've dreamed about what that would be like for years...since we were both about thirteen or fourteen. Gotta say, it was everything I imagined and more...that was amazing Cas...you are amazing. Sorry it took me ten years to work up the nerve for that...I hope it was worth the wait." Cas smiled and nodded quickly, still too out of breath to actually answer with words. He wanted to tell Dean everything. To confess it all, the dreams and the longing and how long he had been pining for his best friend...but no words seemed adequate. Instead, he leaned forward and quickly caught Dean's lips into his once more, feeling dizzy and like he was flying once again. As they kissed, Cas' hands toyed with the hem of Dean's shirt before they trailed up further, touching the boy's chest. Fingers roaming over his best friend's chest, he felt something and was just about to check it out when Dean pulled back suddenly, looking worried and upset. Had he done something wrong? Dean frowned as realization hit him once more. "I...Cas I want to. I want to go all the way with you so bad, but I can't, not until you know everything that happened. Not until you have heard it all and seen the damage yourself. I don't want you to do something you might regret." Cas' head began to shake instantly, insisting he would never regret anything they did together, but Dean was still unconvinced. Sitting up, he pulled off his shirt and set it down behind him. Scars littered his chest by the dozens. Dean winced only slightly as he felt fingers tracing them, Cas feeling each one, and of course the man saved the most insane one for last. Most of them looked like he'd been cut by a knife. On his left shoulder and just above his heart were a set of what looked to be teeth marks, scarred into his flesh. But the worst of all were two letters, carved into his chest. A 'W' and right beside it an 'O'. As Cas ran his fingers over those, Dean closed his eyes and began to continue. "John...he was trying to carve worthless into my body. When the fangs realized John wouldn't hunt for them to protect us, their plan changed. They didn't think about how helpful we could be...Sammy and I. They were angry at us and wanted revenge. Between Sam and myself, we took out 6 of their kind. Enraged, they were going to have us for dinner and then their leader got an idea. The warehouse had an old room, it was a big cage with a metal door to keep it protected. The fangs drug Sammy and I to it and tossed us in. They kept John away from us though as they locked us in the room. We were in there for hours as we heard John scream and yell. Then, it went quiet and John was thrown into the room with us, beat up and bloody." Dean thought back to that night. That night had changed his life so much and part of Dean hated John even more for getting them caught up in that. Feeling arms around his waist, Dean jumped slightly but was soon pulled down anyways as Cas snuggled up against him. Taking a breath, he cuddled up against Cas and let his mind and body relax before continuing. "The three of us went to sleep in that room. When I woke up, the smell of blood was on the air and my chest hurt. John was straddled over me, using a broken piece of glass to carve letters into my chest. I began to struggle and he put a hand against my throat, cutting off my air supply for a moment. He told me he was going to let the world know what I was if it was the last thing he did. Sammy woke up during the struggle and moved over, trying to force John off me. Sam got shoved backwards and John smiled at me, his mouth full of dozens of sharp, needle-like teeth. I understood then that he was a fang...and why he was locked in with us. We were to be his first meal, his initiation into their group. I reacted before I even thought about it, forcing him back enough to be able to search. More glass was nearby and I grabbed a decent sized piece. With Sam's help, I held the man down and then, I took his head off. It was slow and he managed to bite into my chest in the process. But I got it done and with Sam's help, got his teeth out of me. When the fangs returned, they were baffled. They'd expected to see John crying over our dead bodies. Instead they found John dead and Sam tending to my wounds across the room." Dean stopped for a moment as that sank in. He'd killed his father, committed Patricide without blinking. He was dangerous and coming here was a mistake. Just being here put Cas in danger. He started to move away when he felt hands wrap around him and pull him closer. Cas was there, holding him close and shaking his head. "You aren't leaving me again Dean Winchester. So you killed the bastard...he deserved it. Besides that though, he threatened Sam and he was trying to kill you too. If I had to choose between him living and getting you back, I'd choose you coming back to me every time. He was a monster before he was turned. But after...it was your job to kill him. Think about how much damage an ex-hunter fang could do Dean. You did the world a favor by ending him." Dean settled down again and relaxed as Cas snuggled up to him more. After a few moments of just breathing in Cas, Dean continued. "They were going to kill us. One fang bit down into my shoulder, intending to do just that before their leader stopped them. He noticed how protective I was of Sam and made me an offer. I hunt for them, and we live. I refuse, and they'd kill Sam first, make me watch my brother die and then kill me. I didn't want to help them...but I couldn't risk Sammy, so I agreed. It would buy us some time to figure out a way to get out. So I..." Dean began crying as he thought of it. "I went out and found a girl. Invited her back to my place and brought her to them...and they ate her. I felt horrible, but they gave Sam food as my reward. We went on like that for a few years, them finding a house for us to stay in and me bringing them food in order to keep Sam alive and healthy. When Sammy found out what I was doing, he wasn't happy, but I think part of him understood. He'd have done the same for me. Then one day I came back and Sam was gone. He'd broken loose and bolted, knowing if he got free I could stop and leave as well. I finally found him...he was sprawled out on the ground, dead. It looked like he'd tripped and hit his head on a rock. He wasn't breathing and while I wanted to take him with me, the fangs were on my tail. So I ran...I left him there and ran." Dean was crying freely at this point and it wasn't until he relaxed a bit that he noticed Cas was holding him close, his head against the boy's chest as Cas ran his fingers through his hair and tried to calm him down. Once Dean had calmed down, he continued once more, ready to finish this story and never have to tell it again. "I found Rufus while I was running. He's one of Bobby's friends. He was hunting the fangs and looking for us. I told him the quick version...dad was dead, Sammy was dead and I had managed to escape them. He armed me and together we went in and wiped out that nest. The only one that got away was the leader, but Rufus assured me he'd find him. I found the Impala not long after and headed home...but of course you weren't there. Bobby told me where to find you...said he'd been keeping tabs on you since we left. Like Rufus, he got the short version of what happened. When I got here...I wanted to turn around and leave. But I had to see you one last time, to make sure you were okay. I came in through the back door...stumbled around in the living room a bit and saw you get up. As you passed by I came to your room, intending to write a note and disappear again. Before I could though, you returned and caught me. And I realized I didn't want to leave you again...I think I always knew. I'm dangerous to be around...and I'm no good for you Cas, never have been. But most of my family is gone now...you're all I have left. I should get out before I get you hurt too...but the thought of leaving you alone is killing me. I'm sorry I'm so weak....I...I love you Castiel." |
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| Jut Jut | Sep 18 2016, 06:11 AM Post #6 |
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[align=center]Chapter 6[/align] Castiel listened to the whole story, giving his little input where necessary and just being there to support his friend when needed. Throughout the whole thing, all he could think was how strong Dean was, how he would've broken in the same situation. How his best friend could punish himself for taking care of his brother was beyond Cas, but he continued to do it the whole time. Dean had always been the type to blame himself for the bad in the world and to want to punish himself for simple mistakes. It was a habit that Cas constantly tried to break and one he knew he'd never quit trying to break...not until he finally got through to the other man. Bad things happened to people and many times Dean stopped them from happening to others. But rather than see the good he did, he focused on the ones he was too late to save. As Dean finished his story, Cas held him close. Losing Sam had always been the boy's biggest fear and Cas knew that. So to have lost him that way...especially after all he did to keep Sam alive and healthy...it was like a kick in the groin. It hurt both of them, though Dean was hurt more than anyone. He'd lost his brother and unlike when they were abducted, Sam wasn't going to show up randomly some day with a horrible story and apologies. Sam was gone and while that cut Cas to the core, leaving him feeling as if he lost his own brother, Dean's words cut even deeper. Cas held the other man tight to him, not giving him even a chance to leave again as he spoke. "Dean Winchester, you are not now nor have you ever been dangerous to me or weak. You're the strongest man I've ever known and I know for a fact that if need be you would protect me with your life if you had to, just as I would protect you with mine. You have been good for me since that day we met in the park when we were ten. You do not even know how many times I thought of taking my own life as we were growing up but never did because I knew it would hurt you too much. You gave me a reason and a desire to live all those times and still today." Cas quieted for a moment, holding his best friend close as he thought of all the times he wanted to end it and Dean kept him safe and alive. Things like random calls and texts or Dean showing up to hang out...like he knew something was wrong and wanted to keep Cas safe. "You've always been there for me Dean, since the day we first met. You will not get me hurt and you most certainly are not leaving me again. I know what it's like to live without you in my life. To wake up and find you gone...to have the same nightmare every night for six years...to relive that moment when I realized you weren't there anymore. That moment when I thought you were dead or simply didn't care anymore. To have people tell me to move on and forget you and refuse because forgetting you would be worse than thinking you didn't care. I love you Dean Winchester and I am never letting you go again!" Cas smiled softly as he felt Dean stiffen and then hold him closer as well. He'd already lost the man once and he wasn't about to do it again. If there was one thing Cas learned from Dean over the years, it was how to be stubborn and stand your ground when you truly believed in something. He believed in Dean and he wasn't about to give any leeway on the subject matter. Leaning down a bit to kiss Dean on the forehead, he smiled softly. "Are you hungry Dean? Or thirsty maybe? I can make us something to eat or drink if you'd like. Or we can get some sleep and eat in the morning? I'm happy doing whatever as long as it's with you." Cas felt rather than heard his answer. Dean's breathing evened out, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face. He'd passed out already and Cas chuckled softly before cuddling up with his best friend...boyfriend...he wasn't quite sure what they were now...not that it mattered. They were together and that mattered more than anything. Cuddling up with Dean, Cas smiled softly and drifted off to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning Cas woke up in his bed alone. Had he dreamed the whole thing? Was Dean still gone...was any of it real? He felt worse than he had in years after waking up and while the thought of laying in bed all day was tempting, he finally decided he needed to get up and at least use the restroom. Sluggishly he walked into the restroom and did his business. It wasn't until he was done that he realized a towel was out of place, now draped across the counter where it didn't belong. Hope swelled in him and he moved, rushing out of his bedroom and downstairs. The living room was empty and Cas began to wonder if Dean had taken off again. Had nothing he said sunk in? Did none of it matter? Did he lose the man he loved once again...possibly forever this time? As if in answer, Dean's head popped around the corner of the kitchen, a smile on his lips. "Hey, I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast. You still like your eggs scrambled?" Cas shot into the kitchen and hugged the man close instantly. All the fears from before washed away as he enjoyed the time with his boyfriend. Was Dean his boyfriend? "Yes Dean, scrambled is great. I'm just glad you're still here...when I woke up alone...I'm just glad it wasn't a dream and you're still here. I...Dean, will you be my boyfriend?" Dean instantly stopped cooking and turned to hold Cas tight. "Hey, I'm here and I won't leave you again. Though I have to say Cas...I thought we were already a couple after last night. I mean hell, we told each other we loved each other and slept together. So yeah, I'd be happy to be your boyfriend! For as long as you'll have me, I'm yours." Cas smiled softly and nodded. Hearing his phone ringing upstairs, he unhappily pried himself from Dean. "Gotta get that...don't go anywhere. We have a lot of time to make up for and I don't plan on wasting a minute of it." He leaned forward to brush lips with his boyfriend and grinned before heading upstairs and picking up the phone just as the other was about to hang up. The person on the other line began ranting about him sleeping in and then asked about their plans for later. Right...plans for later, he'd almost forgot. Smiling still, he spoke when given the chance, a little happier than usual. "Of course we're still on for tonight Charlie. Uh, you don't mind if I bring a plus one though, do you? My boyfriend I mean...if that's okay." The girl on the other line squealed and assured him that his boyfriend would be more than welcome. She tried to get more information from him but Cas was preoccupied thinking about breakfast with his first boyfriend...hopefully his only boyfriend and future husband. Daydreaming, he spoke up over his friend. "You'll meet him tonight. Just please be nice...he means a lot to me okay. Now I gotta go, he's making me breakfast right now. See you tonight Charlie!" Hanging up the phone, Cas turned it on silent and headed back downstairs to have breakfast with Dean, a huge smile still on his face. |
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| Jut Jut | Sep 22 2016, 03:23 AM Post #7 |
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[align=center]Chapter 7[/align] Castiel stood beside Dean outside of the apartment door. Neither had knocked, both taking a moment to clear their heads and prepare for what was to come next. Both boys knew Charlie well enough and realized earlier that she would flip out the moment she saw Dean. After all, as far as she knew, he just ran off without a word and left Cas to pick up the pieces. How could she know what had really happened? Even with her being a hunter in training, there was no way for her to know what really happened that night unless she'd experienced it or been told. Cas looked to his boyfriend and reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. He could see the nervousness in his eyes and the slight panic he was trying to hide. All of which were a bit humorous to be honest. Dean hunted down the most unimaginable creatures and killed them on a daily basis. He'd been trained to hunt and show no fear all his life. Hell, even when the odds were against him, Dean stared down death like it was an old friend and then kicked ass. But now, standing here in front of the apartment of a younger girl, a human girl, Dean looked about ready to crap himself or run...maybe both. "It's okay Dean, it's just Charlie. She'll be upset, sure, but she'll get over it. Calm down babe." Dean turned to face him and for a brief second he relaxed before the panic and fear fought past that and he mumbled something unintelligible. Cas looked at him confused and waited for him to repeat what he said. "What if she doesn't Cas? If she doesn't understand...doesn't approve. I don't want to lose you but I can't ask you to choose between your family and me. I'm just so scared she'll run me off and I'll lose you again." Cas frowned and moved swiftly, wrapping his boyfriend into a hug. "I'd choose you Dean. Every time I'd choose you over anyone and everyone else in the world. You're not going to lose me ever Dean. Don't worry so much, Charlie is stubborn and hot-headed, but she's not stupid. She knows if she tries to run you off, she'll lose me too. Besides, you were her family once too, remember? She's been worried sick about you too." Kissing Dean softly, he pulled back and knocked on the door, hand grasping onto Dean's firmly and a smile on his face. A cute little red-head answered the door and a grin was plastered on her face as she greeted Castiel. Curious, she looked over to Dean and almost instantly her smile fell, her whole demeanor shifting and she glared at the man standing beside her friend. "You're back." It wasn't a question, but Charlie moved a bit, allowing them entry into her apartment, likely not wanting to cause a scene in the hallway. Cas held Dean's hand and led him into the living room quickly, staying close to him. Charlie peeked outside the door, looking both ways before shutting and locking her door. The room was tense and silent for a minute before she turned and glared at Dean. "How long you sticking around this time? I hope you're not planning on getting all lovey-dovey with Cassie here and then running out again Dean, for your sake as well as his. What the hell were you thinking Winchester? I thought we were family but apparently I was wrong. You better have a damn good reason for running out on all of us like that or I'm kicking your ass and sending you packing, you hear me? Do you know what kind of hell you put us through? Leaving us thinking you were dead or worse, just didn't care enough to stay. Poor Cassie here took it the hardest! Did he tell you about the nightmares? How about the nights he cried himself to sleep because we thought you were dead? What the hell was going on inside that thick head of yours? Huh?" With each word, Charlie stalked across the room towards them and was poking Dean in the chest. Dean didn't even bother to look up or fight it, he just stared at his shoes and took what Charlie was throwing at him. He thought he deserved this, but Cas knew better. Letting go of Dean's hand, he heard the sharp gasp from his boyfriend and the choked back sob. That was all it took and Cas moved in between the two, shielding his Dean with his own body. "Enough Charlie...back the fuck off. Can't you see what you're doing to him...to us? It wasn't his fault those vampires abducted them! Wasn't his fault his dad got them caught up in this mess." Seeing the look of confusion wash over Charlie, he watched her stumble back a bit as the realization hit her, followed by a look of shame. "Yeah, you get it now? The hell he endured for years while we got to move on with our normal lives. The heartache and shame Dean felt at leaving us behind with no answers because he was taken from his house along with his brother in the middle of the night. And when he finally got free, you know what he did? He came looking for me! So either you back off and get over it, or we're leaving and you'll never hear from us again...got it?" Charlie looked shocked as Cas turned and wrapped his boyfriend in a hug, muttering incoherent words of soothing to the other male. After a few moments, Dean seemed to relax a bit and was hugging Cas tightly and smiling softly. Cas turned to look back at Charlie and saw the pain on her face, hidden behind a soft smile. As she spoke, he kept a tight hold to his boyfriend, ready to walk out if need be with Dean in tow. If she couldn't be happy for them then they didn't need her in their life. "Oh...I'm sorry Dean. I should've known you wouldn't just leave. It's really good to see you again...I missed you a lot. And I'm happy for you two, ya know. I...sorry. Can we just...try this reunion again?" Cas smiled a bit and moved to Dean's side, taking his hand in his once more. Charlie smiled shyly and then, with a little more boldness, grinned at them and spoke. "What's up, bitches!" Charlie moved close and hugged Dean a bit, smiling the whole time before moving and hugging Cas. Once that was done, Dean seemed to relax and they began to talk a bit more calmly. Charlie took them on a house tour, even though Cas had been here many times already. Once done, they settled into the living room, Dean and Cas sitting on the couch and Charlie in the recliner beside them. Once settled, Charlie turned to face them, a teasing glint in her eyes. Looking at Dean she spoke and Cas instantly regretted leaving out parts of the story. "Where's Sammy? How you gonna come over to visit and not even bring my favorite Winchester with you? That kid used to follow you around like a lost puppy Dean...don't tell me you ditched him now that you got a boyfriend?" Charlie was grinning, obviously teasing the older Winchester but Dean didn't react the way she'd expected. Instantly, Dean looked to the girl, tears in his eyes and excused himself to the bathroom. Cas watched his boyfriend take off before turning on Charlie quickly, glaring daggers at her once more. Charlie looked a bit lost, looking from Dean's retreating form to Cas, obviously confused. As they heard the bathroom door shut, Cas turned angrily onto Charlie. "Way to go Charlie. As if he doesn't feel bad enough...blame himself enough as it is. Sam died Charlie...he never got away from them...Dean found him dead and blames himself for not protecting his little brother. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go console my boyfriend." And with that Cas stood and headed to the bathroom. He slipped inside the small room and began comforting his boyfriend quietly. A few minutes passed before they both headed back to the living room and took a seat. Charlie looked at them but kept quiet...now wasn't the time to bring that back up. Instead, she quickly changed the subject. "So you've been gone for a while...which I'm guessing means you haven't seen Game of Thrones. Cassie and I were planning to watch the second season today, but I'm sure he won't mind giving you the proper education on the most awesome television show to ever exist! Right Cassie? Season 1 again...for Dean?" The three chuckled and got comfortable as they began to watch the first season of Game of Thrones. Cas glanced over a few times and was glad to see his boyfriend smiling again and entranced in the show. Leaning over, he lay his head on Dean's shoulder and watched with him, happy once more. |
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| Jut Jut | Sep 3 2017, 05:44 AM Post #8 |
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[align=center]Chapter 8[/align] The next two years went by rather quickly, filled with joys and sorrows. The trio of Dean, Cas and Charlie began hunting again as a group and slowly became the best in the business. Tales of their hunts spread throughout the community and slowly they gained fame among other hunters as well. Each hunt had it's own challenges, especially at the beginning, but the trio overcame them all and came out on top. The worst by far was the tenth hunt...a group of vampires who'd taken residence in the exact warehouse where everything started. Still, with each others help, they came out on top and the wounds of the past began healing. Cas and Dean grew closer everyday and at the end of the first year found themselves engaged. This was the happiest any of them had been in years and while a small part of Dean still mourned the loss of his brother, things were finally looking up. After a long week of hunting a djinn and a pair of wendigos, Dean and Cas were settled on their couch, preparing for a movie marathon with Charlie. She had gone home to change and get ready and was supposed to meet the boys later that evening. Just as they finished picking out the movies, a knock on the door alerted the two to a guest. Assuming it was Charlie, Dean stood and moved to answer the door, eager to let their friend in and start the binge watching they were looking forward to. Opening the door with a smile on his face, nothing could have prepared Dean for the sight on the other side of the door, the face from his past staring back at him. "Hey Char...you're early! Thankfully we've already...wait...it can't...you can't....Sammy?" Stumbling back a bit, Dean looked at the familiar face before him and his jaw dropped. There, standing in the doorway, was Sam Winchester, his dead brother. Except Sam wasn't dead. Without thinking, Dean moved in and grabbed his brother, wrapping him into a hug as tears fell from his eyes. He didn't even notice Cas had come up behind him in the confusion. Grinning, Dean practically drug Sam into the house before shutting and locking the door behind him. Moving to stand beside his fiance, Dean looked at Sam and the shock and confusion still shone brightly on his face. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have you back Sammy...but how? I mean...I saw you dead on the ground. How can you still be alive...and where have you been these past two years?" Sam stepped a bit closer before thinking better of it and stepped back again. Slowly he began to shuffle on his feet, as if anxious, before looking at his brother and friend and frowning. "I am dead Dean...or I might as well be. That day...the day I escaped...I never really escaped. It was all a trap...their plan from the start. They'd grown tired of us and knew that, given the chance, we'd turn tail or kill them without a second thought. So, they came up with a plan. They turned me Dean, and then set me free in the woods, knowing you'd be returning soon. You were supposed to be my first meal, but they didn't count on me fighting back. I ran and deliberately tripped, knocking myself out in the process. The leader found me, after you got away, and took me with him. He trained me to be a vampire...a proper fang...and then, one day, he let his guard down and I killed him." Pausing for a moment, Sam looked at the two before pulling a machete from his pants and setting it down on the table between them. "I knew you'd blame yourself Dean...and I wanted you to know it wasn't your fault. They broke the deal...you did everything you could to keep me safe and healthy and I don't blame you at all for anything. I love you Dean...you're my brother...but I can't live like this. I'm a monster Dean...and like a monster, I need to be put down. And I want you to do it...kill the monster and save your little brother one last time. Please Dean...kill me before I hurt anyone else!" Dean stood there in shock as the truth was reveled to him. The whole thing leaving him both feeling relieved and pissed even more at the monsters who tried so hard to ruin his life. He trembled softly at the request even as he shook his head no and stepped away from the knife. "I can't kill you Sammy...I won't. We'll get through this...we'll find a cure or something. Maybe you can be a good vamp, like Blade or something. Learn to control the hunger...feed on animals or something, and help us hunt? Or we can cure you...there's got to be a way, right? I'm not losing you again...there's got to be a way...maybe Bobby knows something?" The two boys began to argue as Cas realized this was between them. Moving, he headed into the kitchen, intent on making himself a snack as they continued arguing in the front room. They were practically yelling at each other now as he began chopping a carrot. Suddenly, the phone rang beside him and caused Cas to jump. Frightened slightly, he accidentally cut his hand and frowned, looking down at the small cut. Moving to wash the cut off in the sink, he was surprised to find hands on him pushing him back against a wall. Looking up, he quickly noticed Sam, holding him against the wall, his mouth full of dozens of razor sharp teeth and a look of hunger in his eyes. Apparently that small amount of blood had sent the younger Winchester into a blood-lust craze. Dean watched as Sam and Cas struggled back and forth, in a bit of a daze himself before he realized how dangerous this was and moved to try and stop it. Rushing forward, he tried his hardest to pull the two apart, unwilling to let Cas be hurt but not wanting to hurt Sam either. He was begging and pleading with them both to stop and finally it seemed like he was getting through to Sam. His younger brother moved, throwing Cas away from him as he tried desperately to control himself. Dean smiled slightly, proud of his brother before a gasp and a crash sounded across the room. Looking over, Dean felt the world crashing down around him as Cas lay on the floor in a pool of blood, a deadly wound on his chest. In his haste to push Cas away, the younger Winchester used too much strength and threw Cas into a mounted deer head on the wall. One of the antlers had pierced through Cas' chest before the whole thing broke, dropping both his fiance and the mounted trophy to the ground below. Shock, fear, and heartache rushed through Dean and without thinking he grabbed the machete from the counter, turning and swiftly killing his brother. As the monster fell to the floor, so did the knife while Dean rushed to the living room to try and save his fiance. Tears streamed down his face as he held the other male in his arms, begging him not to die. "Cas, don't you leave me Cas. Please...I can't lose you...baby, you are my world. I can't lose you...I love you Cas...don't you die on me." Cas smiled softly as he looked up at the man he loved. He couldn't speak...and he knew he was fading fast. Pulling Dean to him, they embraced and began to kiss, even as Cas felt his life fading away. As Dean pulled back for air, he found Cas was gone. The love of his life was dead and Dean broke down, letting everything out. His reason for living was gone and while part of him knew it was smart to leave, to get out before the cops arrived, he couldn't bring himself to let go of the man he loved. Curling up with his dead lover, Dean cuddled close and slowly cried himself to sleep, even as he heard someone shouting and pounding on the door outside. It didn't matter anymore...nothing mattered. His world had ended when Castiel took his last breath. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, already thinking of how he would soon join the other on the other side. One way or another...he couldn't live in a world without his Cas. |
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