Fic Time
Title: Simple Man Part 1/?
Rating: R to NC-17 I guess? I am horrible at ratings.
Pairing: Dean/Cas… mention of Sam, Gabriel, Bobby, Adam, John Winchester, Crowley and Lucifer.
Disclaimer: I do not own
Author’s notes: MAJOR ANGST…and possibly character death? And spoilers for 5.22.
A dark pit engulfed Sam and Adam as they battled each other. Michael and Lucifer. Brother against brother. Flames shot up from the hole and the ground was sealed up with a flash of light, knocking Dean on his ass. He got up and frantically started to dig into the harsh ground with his hands, tears staining the ground below him.
“Sammy!” He shouted, his voice cracking “Adam!”
He knew all was lost.
Dean was knocked out of his thoughts, staring at the wall in front of him. “I don’t know where I belong Cas.” Dean muttered, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and his free hand running through his dark hair. It’d been months since the start of the apocalypse, since he’d lost Sam and Adam. Since Bobby sold his soul to Crowley, since Dean decided that he really didn’t care about what happened to him or even to the world.
A hand was placed on Dean’s shoulder, not hard but just comforting. The kind of comforting a child gets from his mother after he’d gotten hurt. Castiel was always there for Dean, keeping his spirits up and never allowing him to give up on anything.
“You are exactly where you belong Dean, you have stayed on your course. Things will be alright. Have faith.” Castiel spoke, his voice dark and his eyes narrowing. They’d been through this time and time again, at least once a week. Castiel didn’t understand why Dean wanted to give up, wanted to end his suffering. The angels were winning the war. That was something to be happy about.
Dean scoffed “Sammy is gone, dead, as far as I can tell. The same goes for Adam. Bobby and I haven’t spoken since then. I’ve been on the road looking, searching for my family and you basically tell me that everything is peachy keen? Well, fuck you Cas. You know nothing of how I feel. You know nothing of human pain.” Dean knew in the back of his mind that this stung the angel. He looked at Castiel then, his puffy green eyes were pierced by bright blue ones. There was something in Castiel’s eyes that hit Dean, it was sorrow.
Shaking his head “Dean...” Castiel tried to speak by Dean waved his hand randomly in the air, taking another drink of the whiskey he’d been neglecting. A few seconds later he could hear the fluttering of wings as the angel disappeared.
He vomited on the floor and slumped down, passing out right where he’d been sitting for most of the afternoon.
He woke up the next morning. He was clean, smelling of soap and tucked into the motel bed. He looked up to find Castiel sitting in the armchair across the room. The angel had his hands in his lap and he was staring at the floor. His face looked like it was set in stone, he was probably thinking of the harsh words Dean had said to him the day before.
“Cas.” Dean’s voice was rough from crying and drinking himself into oblivion the day before “Why help me? I’m a lost cause.”
Castiel looked at him then, staring at him, emotionless “You are not a lost cause to me Dean Winchester. You should know that by now. I will never leave you, no matter how many times you may try to get rid of me, I will always be here.” He got up from his chair, walking to the bed and pressed two fingers to Dean’s forehead “Sleep.” He whispered softly in the human’s ear. Dean’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fell asleep.
He dreamed of Sam and his dad this time. A dream of when they were younger, before they knew about demons and angels and the family business. They were playing catch, Dean was the pitcher. John showed Sam how to hold a bat and hit the ball. It took several tries, but Sam got the hang of it. After they finished they all hopped into the Impala and went out for chili cheese hot dogs, careful not to eat them inside the car. Sam almost devoured his, leaving chili and cheese all over his face. Dean laughed at him and John just smiled before hoisting Sam up and wiping his face clean.
Dean woke up nine hours later. He got up, took care of business in the bathroom and changed into fresh clothes. He looked at the table by the door and saw a piece of pie sitting on a plate, a note sitting near it.
Dean,
Figured you might be hungry. It’s apple, your favorite. Enjoy.
-Castiel
Dean smiled to himself and sat down, he never could pass up free pie.