Metanoia: Of broken bones and bullet heads
Title: Metanoia: Of broken bones and bullet heads
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel (, Dean)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: A cast is some kind of cask and a broken bone no obstacle a determined Angel can't break through.
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #26 (a radiology shot of a broken bone with cirurgical nails in it)
Dean felt something inside his chest break as he connected brutally with the door frame. Castiel had to duck otherwise the sheer force of the hunters involuntary flight would have sent him tumbling too. Unfortunately the wendigo took advantage of the Angel's abrupt movement and delivered a kick a shaolin monk would have been proud of. The next thing Castiel knew was he was no longer on the second floor but lying one the pavement in front of the house. The wendigo must have sent him flying through the window. A wave of pain was threatening to pull him down as he suddenly noticed the bony figure sitting on his chest. Castiel did not think. He just leashed out, grabbed the wendigo and let his grace burn though the creature's essence. Without Dean nearby he did not need to worry about the hunter's safety in the process. A circle of scorched concrete surrounding the Angel and the dead creature prove the prudence of that caution.
~*~
Walking was not exactly easy. With each step something inside his leg shifted and a new wave of agony burned his way through the Angel. Every movement let the world slip out of and come back into focus a few seconds later. Castiel had ported them as near to the next hospital as he dared to. Nevertheless there were still about 100 meters he had to walk while carrying the unconscious hunter. There were tears in his eyes and he was clenching his teeth with such force he tasted blood. They had to make it to the illuminated entrance. Castiel staggered and nearly fell when someone steadied him shouting for a gurney.
Castiel learned more about broken bones that he cared to. And he had just been in the hospital for not longer than an hour. When the nurse told him the police was coming to ask about their accident the Angel knew they had to leave immediately.
Walking with this... cask- no, they had called it cast - covering the better part of his right leg was nothing like he had experienced before. The pain was still there but a lot more dull. And the stiff material made every step a fight. But he had to reach Dean, had to port them away. His clothes were soaked with sweat as he finally reached his friend's room.
Dean did not wake up. Not even when Castiel made them appear next to the impala. He knew the doctors had given the hunter something so he would sleep. They had tried the same thing with Castiel but still he was on his feet. Albeit he could feel the drugs trying to bring him down. The Angel did not know for how much longer he would be able to fight them. Using what was left of his Grace to teleport them around was way more energy-sapping than he had expected. They needed help. Pretty soon, Castiel thought as he steadied his swaying form on the roof of the shiny black car.
"Sam. 's Cassiel," he slurred into his phone a minute later
.
"Hey, Cas... It's 3am... why're you ... - are you drunk?"
"Dean 's injured. 'n' I might need help. T' doctors gave me s'mth'n... I..."
"Cas, can you... can you get the both of you to Bobby's?"
Castiel was not sure if he could accomplish it. But he had to. Once again he concentrated and tried to gather his remaining power. There was a thunder somewhere not all too far away. Both men and the car vanished before lightning struck.
~*~
Castiel could feel the pain throbbing up all the way from his leg to even his teeth. His head hurt, his eyes burned an the world was spinning. All too soon exhaustion would claim him. But he already could see the alit windows of Bobby's house. A few more steps...
He was at the porch swaying so much Dean was in danger of falling off the Angel's shoulders when thankfully the door opened an Sam eased the dead weight of the hunter off of Castiel's unsteady figure. Now he could let the darkness claim him. Now they were safe.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel (, Dean)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~700
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: A cast is some kind of cask and a broken bone no obstacle a determined Angel can't break through.
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #26 (a radiology shot of a broken bone with cirurgical nails in it)
Dean felt something inside his chest break as he connected brutally with the door frame. Castiel had to duck otherwise the sheer force of the hunters involuntary flight would have sent him tumbling too. Unfortunately the wendigo took advantage of the Angel's abrupt movement and delivered a kick a shaolin monk would have been proud of. The next thing Castiel knew was he was no longer on the second floor but lying one the pavement in front of the house. The wendigo must have sent him flying through the window. A wave of pain was threatening to pull him down as he suddenly noticed the bony figure sitting on his chest. Castiel did not think. He just leashed out, grabbed the wendigo and let his grace burn though the creature's essence. Without Dean nearby he did not need to worry about the hunter's safety in the process. A circle of scorched concrete surrounding the Angel and the dead creature prove the prudence of that caution.
~*~
Walking was not exactly easy. With each step something inside his leg shifted and a new wave of agony burned his way through the Angel. Every movement let the world slip out of and come back into focus a few seconds later. Castiel had ported them as near to the next hospital as he dared to. Nevertheless there were still about 100 meters he had to walk while carrying the unconscious hunter. There were tears in his eyes and he was clenching his teeth with such force he tasted blood. They had to make it to the illuminated entrance. Castiel staggered and nearly fell when someone steadied him shouting for a gurney.
Castiel learned more about broken bones that he cared to. And he had just been in the hospital for not longer than an hour. When the nurse told him the police was coming to ask about their accident the Angel knew they had to leave immediately.
Walking with this... cask- no, they had called it cast - covering the better part of his right leg was nothing like he had experienced before. The pain was still there but a lot more dull. And the stiff material made every step a fight. But he had to reach Dean, had to port them away. His clothes were soaked with sweat as he finally reached his friend's room.
Dean did not wake up. Not even when Castiel made them appear next to the impala. He knew the doctors had given the hunter something so he would sleep. They had tried the same thing with Castiel but still he was on his feet. Albeit he could feel the drugs trying to bring him down. The Angel did not know for how much longer he would be able to fight them. Using what was left of his Grace to teleport them around was way more energy-sapping than he had expected. They needed help. Pretty soon, Castiel thought as he steadied his swaying form on the roof of the shiny black car.
"Sam. 's Cassiel," he slurred into his phone a minute later
.
"Hey, Cas... It's 3am... why're you ... - are you drunk?"
"Dean 's injured. 'n' I might need help. T' doctors gave me s'mth'n... I..."
"Cas, can you... can you get the both of you to Bobby's?"
Castiel was not sure if he could accomplish it. But he had to. Once again he concentrated and tried to gather his remaining power. There was a thunder somewhere not all too far away. Both men and the car vanished before lightning struck.
~*~
Castiel could feel the pain throbbing up all the way from his leg to even his teeth. His head hurt, his eyes burned an the world was spinning. All too soon exhaustion would claim him. But he already could see the alit windows of Bobby's house. A few more steps...
He was at the porch swaying so much Dean was in danger of falling off the Angel's shoulders when thankfully the door opened an Sam eased the dead weight of the hunter off of Castiel's unsteady figure. Now he could let the darkness claim him. Now they were safe.