Taken Off Guard (Supernatural, Dean, Castiel, #17 - thirst)
Title: Taken Off Guard
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Dean, Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 17 - thirst
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Dean's bad days were really adding up. In the Impala, he had no one to annoy or talk to but himself. He spent his time singing as loud as he could or talking to the car as if she was alive. In his mind, memories danced of the good days gone by with Sam by his side.
Left behind another time, abandoned, he turned to the only friend who really understood him - alcohol.
He drowned his sorrows at the local water hole. Sam had left him on his own and he wasn't used to being alone. He'd been alone while Sam was at college but had grown accustomed to having the kid around ever since he came back to hunting.
Of course, he couldn't be in the bar without some asshole hassling him.
"Man, go back to your buddies. I don't need your crap." Dean tried to shrug him off. The guy didn't flake off. He kept needling Dean.
In a flurry of emotion, Dean forgot that he was hunting solo. The man challenged him to go outside and Dean went, honestly thinking Sam would be one step behind him.
He barely got both feet out the door before he was grabbed and gagged. Unable to scream for help, he could only look on in fear as the group of local yokels descended upon him. There was no one in the alley besides the group pounding on him.
Snap! His right arm snapped after it was twisted into a position that wasn't humanly possible. He didn't give the strangers the satisfaction of yelling out, even though his scream would have been muffled by the fabric stuck in his mouth.
It was loud and sounds seemed to ring off the backs of the buildings. Or, it was echoing in his head, Dean wasn't sure. One thing he remembered as soon as he was attacked was that Sam was gone.
Feeling alone and beyond hope, Dean gave up for an instant. He let his body go limp and just absorb the blows.
"Ever tried a Purple Nurple?" a familiar voice called from outside their battle.
Dean looked up and saw Castiel over the shoulder of one of his abusers. He couldn't help the stuffed grin that formed on his bruised face.
Stunned that they were interrupted, the men turned and glared at the angel in the trench coat.
"Who the hell are you?" one holding onto Dean yelled.
"I hear they're quite tasty," Cas continued in the flat voice of his. "I suggest you try them." With that, he raised his hand and zapped the offenders away.
Without anyone hanging onto him, Dean fell to the ground with a thump. Cas turned Dean over, and the injured man groaned. "Where have you been?"
"Watching over you," Castiel replied.
"Couldn't you have popped up earlier? Like just before this all started?"
"You needed to learn that you're on your own now. Somehow, you still expect Sam to show up. Part of your mind clings to the idea that he's still here or coming back. After this beating, I doubt you'll feel that way again."
With one eye swelling shut, Dean found that he couldn't argue. Cas's actions had drilled his point home.
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Dean, Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Theme: 17 - thirst
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Dean's bad days were really adding up. In the Impala, he had no one to annoy or talk to but himself. He spent his time singing as loud as he could or talking to the car as if she was alive. In his mind, memories danced of the good days gone by with Sam by his side.
Left behind another time, abandoned, he turned to the only friend who really understood him - alcohol.
He drowned his sorrows at the local water hole. Sam had left him on his own and he wasn't used to being alone. He'd been alone while Sam was at college but had grown accustomed to having the kid around ever since he came back to hunting.
Of course, he couldn't be in the bar without some asshole hassling him.
"Man, go back to your buddies. I don't need your crap." Dean tried to shrug him off. The guy didn't flake off. He kept needling Dean.
In a flurry of emotion, Dean forgot that he was hunting solo. The man challenged him to go outside and Dean went, honestly thinking Sam would be one step behind him.
He barely got both feet out the door before he was grabbed and gagged. Unable to scream for help, he could only look on in fear as the group of local yokels descended upon him. There was no one in the alley besides the group pounding on him.
Snap! His right arm snapped after it was twisted into a position that wasn't humanly possible. He didn't give the strangers the satisfaction of yelling out, even though his scream would have been muffled by the fabric stuck in his mouth.
It was loud and sounds seemed to ring off the backs of the buildings. Or, it was echoing in his head, Dean wasn't sure. One thing he remembered as soon as he was attacked was that Sam was gone.
Feeling alone and beyond hope, Dean gave up for an instant. He let his body go limp and just absorb the blows.
"Ever tried a Purple Nurple?" a familiar voice called from outside their battle.
Dean looked up and saw Castiel over the shoulder of one of his abusers. He couldn't help the stuffed grin that formed on his bruised face.
Stunned that they were interrupted, the men turned and glared at the angel in the trench coat.
"Who the hell are you?" one holding onto Dean yelled.
"I hear they're quite tasty," Cas continued in the flat voice of his. "I suggest you try them." With that, he raised his hand and zapped the offenders away.
Without anyone hanging onto him, Dean fell to the ground with a thump. Cas turned Dean over, and the injured man groaned. "Where have you been?"
"Watching over you," Castiel replied.
"Couldn't you have popped up earlier? Like just before this all started?"
"You needed to learn that you're on your own now. Somehow, you still expect Sam to show up. Part of your mind clings to the idea that he's still here or coming back. After this beating, I doubt you'll feel that way again."
With one eye swelling shut, Dean found that he couldn't argue. Cas's actions had drilled his point home.