His Name Was Death And Hell Followed With Him Chapter 4 Masquerading As A Man With A Reason
His Name Was Death And Hell Followed With Him
Chapter Four
Masquerading As A Man With A Reason
June 18 2008
When Dean woke up again it was nearly 11am.
Cas was still next to him, one arm tucked under his head, one leg hanging off the bed.
Dean draws in a deep breath, he’s feeling a little better and he climbs out of the bed and heads toward the bathroom.
He turns on the shower and grabs a towel from the shelf and then he waits for a couple of minutes just to make sure that the mystery fog doesn’t make a return.
When he’s satisfied that it won’t make an appearance he steps into the shower and stands under the hot water.
Rivulets drip down his face and he squeezes his eyes shut letting the heat soak into his muscles.
A few minutes later he can hear noise in the bedroom and he knows that Cas is awake.
When Dean finishes in the shower, he leaves the water running, steps out and wraps the towel around his waist.
Cas sticks his head in around the door.
“It’s all yours.” Dean tells him as he walks past.
He grabs a change of clothes from the dresser and is surprised that before he even turns around, Cas is back in the bedroom, a towel around his waist, another one in his hands.
“I don’t have a change of clothes here.”
“Really?” Dean asks, a surprised look on his face. “Why not?”
Cas cocks an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t to know that I would be here.”
Dean shakes his head. “You’re incredible easy to mess with, I like it.” Dean points to the dresser. “Help yourself. I’m sure you’ll find something.”
Cas moves across the room and peers into the drawer, he pulls out a black button down shirt and from the closet, he produces the black pants that went with the only suit that Dean owned.
Dean stares back at him. “Sure okay, the two weirdest items I own and they’re what you want.”
Cas narrows his eyes and continues to get dressed.
“I was thinking of getting some breakfast, you wanna come with?” Dean asks him.
30 minutes later they were both seated in a booth at the back of the diner.
“Hey sweetie, do you want your usual?” Courtney asks as she approaches the table.
Dean glances up at her and offers a smile. “Yeah that would be good, thanks.”
“Who is your friend there?” Courtney asks.
Dean holds his coffee cup up and Courtney fills it to the brim.
“This is Cas, he’s a friend of mine.”
Courtney cocks an eyebrow at him. “Friend, huh?”
Courtney pats Cas on the shoulder. “Nice to meet you sweetie, what can I get for you?”
Cas peruses the menu for a moment and Dean instantly rolls his eyes.
“Just get him the waffles, extra cream and blueberries on the side.”
“I’m not sure that I like waffles.” Cas points out.
Dean chuckles to himself. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll love these waffles. Trust me.”
Cas nods and Courtney jots it down.
“I would also like the scrambled eggs and perhaps with bacon too.” Cas adds.
“You sure about that sweetie?” Courtney wants to know. “That’s gonna be a lot of food.”
Cas smiles again. “I’m sure, I like a lot of things, I would like toast too.”
Courtney glances at Dean and they share an amused smile.
“Sure thing.”
When Courtney walks away, Dean leans over the table. “What the hell man? I eat more than anyone else I know but even that’s…”
“I like choice,” Cas replies, cutting him off. “There is nothing wrong with that.”
“Sure, I get that.” Dean says.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Dean inhales a deep breath and then nods back at him. “Go ahead, pretty sure I’ve heard it all now anyway.”
“You made a comment to your blond friend last night,” Cas says. “You said tell John that I’m good. What did you mean by that?”
Dean studies him for a moment. “It was a just a comment.”
“I don’t believe that,” Cas answers. “It’s because of your brother, isn’t it? John worries about you and is concerned that something may happen to you too.”
Dean exhales loudly. “I’m a grown ass man and I don’t need my Daddy worrying about me. It was just me telling him that I’m fine.”
“Because you were with me? Because they don’t know me.”
Dean shrugs his shoulders. “Something like that.”
“But you know me now, am I a threat towards you?”
Dean smirks at him. “No, you’re not a threat, I could kick your ass from here to Sunday.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
Dean doesn’t say anything else because Courtney returns with their food, she has to make two trips and even Dean marvels at the amount of food on the table.
“Let me know if there’s anything else that you need sweetie.” Courtney tells them as she walks away.
“Is this the first time that this has happened?” Cas asks after he wolfs down half the plate of eggs.
“What are you talking about?” Dean asks through a mouthful of food.
“Is this the first time that you have been with someone… like me?”
Dean rolls his eyes, he can’t help himself. “Someone like you?” He laughs to himself. “You mean a guy right?”
“Yes, that is precisely what I mean.”
Dean shakes his head and has a mouthful of coffee. “You’re not that special.”
“I’m sorry?”
Dean shifts in the seat, pushing his food around the plate with his fork. “You’re not the first, doubt you’ll be the last either. You know my frie… Ash was pretty much right, I’ll have sex with
whoever.”
“Why?”
Dean stares back at him, not quite sure where this was going. “Why what? Why with whoever, or why do it?”
Cas nods, which was no help at all to Dean.
“I guess no other reason than because I can,” Dean replies with a smirk. “You’ve seen this face right?”
“Then you are correct,” Cas answers. “I have seen your face.”
“Well there you go then.” Dean replies with a laugh.
They sit in silence for a while as they polish of some more of their breakfast.
Not long after, Cas asks another question.
“Is this the first time that you’ve taken any of them to breakfast?”
Dean narrows his eyes. “Why the hell do you ask so many questions? It’s kinda annoying.”
“I ask questions to have answers and you didn’t answer.”
Dean shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth and nods. “Yeah.”
“So,” Cas replies with a smirk. “I am special then.”
“I didn’t say that.” Dean replies when Cas just smiles at him.
Dean mutters under his breath and they continue to eat in silence.
Half way through breakfast, Dean is hit with the feeling of déjà vu. He can’t seem to shake it, that he’s done this before, perhaps not this exact situation but that he’s been around Cas before,
there was a strong sense of familiarity and it was starting to bug him.
Finishing of his coffee he leans his elbows on the table.
“Are you sure that we hadn’t met before last night?” Dean asks him.
He waits for Cas to answer and watches the bizarre way he organizes the items around him. The coffee cup, the salt shaker and the napkin are all at precise 30 degree angles to his plate, the
way he’s even placed his knife and fork on the plate, exact angles and Dean narrows his eyes when Cas starts rearranging the sugar packets.
“What are you doing?” Dean finally asks him.
Cas glances up. “As I said last night, I have been to the bar before so I assume we have run into each other at some point and right now, I do this because it’s calming.”
“Or OCD crazy but whatever.” Dean says with a smirk.
“Do you believe in the possibility that there are things out there beyond your control?” Cas asks him. “That there are things that happen that we can’t explain no matter how much we might want
to?”
“What are you talking about?” Dean sighs.
Cas pushes the plate of waffles toward Dean and leans back against the seat. “Do you believe in anything? God, the Devil. The Supernatural?”
Dean closes his eyes and exhales sharply.
Of course this was happening, it was just his luck to hook up with a crazy person.
He sits there and waits for the speech on how he should allow God into his life or he guessed it could go the other way and Cas might be more in favor of the Devil.
Dean opens his eyes and stares back at him. “Why do you ask?” Then he feels stupid for responding, he should have just gotten up and left.
Cas shrugs his shoulders. “It was just a question, call me curious. I have already said this about myself.”
“I don’t really like your questions.” Dean tells him.
“So you believe in nothing?”
Dean sighs again and leans back in the booth. “I believe in what I can see.”
“So you have never experienced something that you cannot quite explain?” Cas wants to know.
Dean picks up his soda and finishes it off. “Sure, I guess most people have, whatever. Why do you care and why these questions?”
Cas shrugs his shoulders again, Dean is starting to hate it when he does that. “They are just questions Dean.”
A silence hangs over them as they finish up their food.
“Fine,” Dean finally says. “Yeah, I’ve seen a few things that I can’t explain.”
“Like what?”
“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?” Dean replies.
Cas shakes his head and empties another sachet of sugar into his coffee. “Not really no. Do you have a suggestion for something else to talk about?”
“I’ve heard noises,” Dean begins. “No one was there. I’ve seen shadows, almost like faces.”
“Almost like faces?”
“I can’t really explain it,” Dean replies. “That’s not even really… I can’t make them out or anything, they’re just quick flashes.”
“Okay, I have another question,” Cas says. “Have you ever thought about talking to someone?”
Dean narrows his eyes at him, not liking at all where this was going. “What do you mean, like a shrink or something?”
Cas leans forward. “No that is not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“A medium.”
Dean groans loudly and drops his forehead to the table. “Are you damn well serious?”
“Even if you don’t believe it, would it really hurt? You’ve spent the last 10 years with all of these questions.”
“That’s the point,” Dean replies. “If I don’t believe in that sort of thing, then how the hell would I ever believe in the answers they gave? There is no one here who doesn’t know the story about
Sam, so whatever they might say, I wouldn’t believe it.”
“Perhaps,” Cas replies. “But before I mention more about that I want to tell you a story.”
Dean drops his forehead to the table and sighs again. “Great. Sure I would love to hear a story.”
“The Broken Creek Institution was built in 1917,” Cas begins. “In 1927 a young man by the name of Thomas Bradley was institutionalized there and in July of that same year he somehow
obtained possession of a gun. He murdered four innocent people before turning the gun on himself.”
Dean stares back at him, boredom and annoyance written across his face. He didn’t want to hear about this, about the place where his brother was last seen but at the same time, he would give
Cas the benefit of the doubt and hear him out.
“The reason he was in the institution was because he was suspected of killing twelve people, he claimed that he was a good person and would never do such a thing but… there were evidence
that he was involved.”
Dean squeezes his eyes shut and exhales sharply. “That’s great, thanks for the story… and?”
“And some believe that the institution is haunted by Thomas and his victims. Over the years strange things have occurred in various parts of the building, people have been murdered and many
others have simply vanished.”
“Dear god, please tell me that there is a point in there somewhere?” Dean responds.
“Some claim that the missing are trapped within the walls of this building, their voices can be heard, their footsteps, their cries for help.”
Dean shifts in the chair again, this whole conversation was starting to creep him out. He never actually believed the things he had heard, he had to convince himself that they were just stories
because some of the things he had been told, there was no possible way they could be true, right?
“In late 1927, a young woman was brought in who had brutally attacked one of her younger siblings,” Doc continues. “She claimed that someone had told her to do it.”
Dean shrugs his shoulders. “And who would that have been?”
“She claimed the devil.”
“Okay, I’ve had enough of this, I don’t know what your deal is but I’m done.”
“I understand that this might be a little hard to take in but please Dean, hear me out.” Cas says. “It is said that by 1930, the devil had claimed this ground for himself.”
Dean can’t help but laugh because the whole thing was beyond ridiculous. “So you’re seriously telling me that the Devil claimed this land for himself, you do understand that you sound insane
right?”
“I have been inside that building and I have heard and seen things that I cannot explain Dean.”
“I don’t get it, what has this got to do with my brother?” Dean wants to know.
“Many believe that the ones who have vanished are trapped within the walls of the institution.”
Dean cocks an eyebrow. “Okay so you’re seriously trying to tell me that my brother is just trapped inside the walls?”
“I believe that there is a possibility.”
“Is it possible that you’re messing with me right now?” Dean wants to know.
“I don’t make jokes Dean, especially about something as delicate as this.” Cas replies.
Dean finishes off his coffee and then shakes his head. “Okay then, well this has been… entertaining but I think now would be a good time to part ways.”
Cas reaches out and places his hand on Dean’s arm. “I understand that it sounds, implausible but if you are being honest, does it sound any crazier than any other theory that anyone has come
up with over the past 10 years? What do you think happened to Sam?”
Dean angrily shakes his head and paces back and forth again. “I can’t believe that I let you talk me into this.”
Cas glances over at him and smiles. “It will only take an hour of your time and who knows Dean, perhaps it will be insightful.”
“I highly doubt it.”
A couple of minutes later, Cas grabs Dean’s arm and leads him into the building.
Dean takes in his surroundings, the room was fairly small and on the back wall were two doors, in the middle of the room was a desk with a chair behind it.
The only item on the desk was a lap top and small crystal vase which was devoid of flowers.
“What is this place again?” Dean wants to know.
Cas still has a hold of his arm and guides him closer to the desk.
“Andra is a friend of mine, I thought that perhaps she could be of some help.”
Dean cocks an eyebrow. “You have a lot of psychic friends, do you?”
“No.”
A few minutes later, the door on the right swings open and a short woman with long dark brown hair appears.
“How wonderful,” Andra says with the slightest of smiles. “It’s so lovely to see you again, Castiel.”
She walks up to Cas and envelopes him in a hug and Cas finally has to let go of Dean’s arm.
“Castiel?” Dean asks.
Andra turns to look at Dean. “Yes, that is his name.”
Now Dean looks at Cas. “Care to explain, what the fuck sort of name is Castiel?”
“An angelic one.” Andra adds.
She studies the both of them for a moment and then takes a step closer to Cas. “You haven’t told him the truth about who you are.”
Cas shakes his head. “I am afraid that I haven’t.”
Dean holds a hand in the air. “What’s going on, what hasn’t he told me?”
Cas turns to face Dean. “There is something that I need to tell you Dean.”
Dean sighs heavily and drops his head. His day just keeps getting better and better. “What?”
“My true name is Castiel and I am an Angel of the Lord.”
Dean can’t help himself, he reacts in the only way that makes him feel even the slightest but sane, he laughs, a laugh so deep that it makes his sides hurt.
After several minutes, he stands up straight and takes a step back. Both Cas and Andra looked dead serious.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Dean cries out. “You can’t be serious because if you are then I am delusional, we already know that you are but it would make me too and I don’t know how
I feel about that.”
Cas moves back a few steps. “I am not making a joke Dean. My name is Castiel.”
“And you’re an Angel of the lord,” Dean says, laughing again. “Wow, I thought that I had seen and heard just about everything, ever since I met you my life has been one bizarre nightmare after
another but now, with this…”
“I understand that it is a lot to take in Dean but I assure you that I am telling you the truth.”
“Sure you are.” Dean says with a chuckle.
“There is a way that I can show you the truth.” Cas says backing up even further.
Cas stands just a few feet from the far wall now, his hands at his sides and Dean’s eyes widen in horror, in shock, in confusion at what happens next.
He couldn’t form the words, he could barely process what he was seeing.
The entire wall behind Cas was taken over the by shadowy outline of what Dean could only describe as wings.
Fucking wings.
“What the hell am I seeing?”
Cas steps toward him and holds out a hand. “My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord.”
“So you keep saying,” Dean mutters under his breath. “This can’t be happening, I’m drunk and hallucinating; that’s got to be it.”
“You are not hallucinating Dean Winchester.” Andra says.
Dean drops down onto the desk and brings his hands to his face. “No, this isn’t real. You’re not real. There is no such thing as Angels, I don’t believe you.”
Cas sits next to Dean and reaches out he places his palm flat against Dean’s cheek. “Look at me.”
Dean doesn’t move, he’s almost too afraid to, he’s afraid to see.
“Dean, please look at me.”
Dean exhales loudly and then finally glances at him. “What?”
“What I tell you, it is the truth I assure you of that.”
“This is insane.”
Cas takes Dean’s hand in his and Dean watches in confusion as a strange blue light emanates from his fingers.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“I am trying to help you understand.” Cas explains.
He raises his hand and presses his index finger against Dean’s temple and Dean almost falls backwards from the shock of energy that courses through him.
Dean is ambushed with every memory that Cas has of him, from Cas’ own memories from before they even properly met.
It was the most bizarre feeling Dean had ever experienced, seeing himself through someone else’s eyes and it suddenly occurs to him that his behavior has been erratic the last few years and
then he feels guilt for what it’s done to his family and friends.
The images shift and Dean can see the Broken Creek Institution. Rooms that he’s never seen himself, people, patients.
Dean shifts on the bed but Cast doesn’t break contact.
A new image appears and Dean can see Cas standing in a hallway, shadows creep across the walls and Cast moves towards the left wall, the shadows grow stronger and Castiel turns around
but he doesn’t seem to be afraid of what’s happening.
A moment later Cast presses his palm flat against the wall and the shadow moves again taking on a more human like form and Dean feels his heart stop.
The shadow had taken on the form of Sam.
His Sam.
The image distorts, Sam coming in and out of focus and then he speaks, that voice that Dean hasn’t heard in a decade.
It was so loud, it was so clear.
Sam saying Dean’s name.
It was as clear as if Sam were standing right in front of him, talking to him.
And just as quickly as the images appeared, they vanished and he collapsed against the bed.
Cas leans over him and when Dean doesn’t move or respond, he slaps him across the face.
“Dean, you’re going to be okay,” he tells him. “Just breathe.”
Several minutes later, Dean finally sits up again, Cas is sitting beside him.
“I uh… what did I… just see?” Dean asks, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
“I want you to believe everything that I tell you Dean,” Cas says. “Every word that I have said is the truth.”
“Okay.” Dean retorts.
Dean wants to throw himself to the floor and scream and kick until he couldn’t stand it anymore. The last 10 years of his life had been nothing but a fucking nightmare and now here he was,
sitting next to a man who was claiming to be a damn Angel.
An Angel who was telling him that Sam was alive, that Sam had talked to him.
Dean shakes his head when the memory of seeing it himself comes back.
He glances up at Castiel, a tear almost threatening to fall. “Was it real? Seeing Sam, was it actually him?”
Cas places his hand on Dean’s leg. “It is the truth Dean. I spoke to Sam or he spoke to me. It was then that I knew that I had to help him. When he said your name, I found the story in a
newspaper and tracked you down.”
“Why is this happening?” Dean asks.
“I want to apologize.” Cas replies.
Dean narrows his eyes. “For what?”
“If only I had known about Sam’s situation earlier then I could have done something to help him, to help you.”
Dean shakes his head, a strange mixture of sadness and angriness swirling around his mind. “It doesn’t matter. You couldn’t have done anything. I’m still don’t think that you can now.”
“Even after what I just showed you?”
Dean looks at him again. “No, I believe that because there is no other explanation on earth that could explain how I just saw your memories. I’m still fuzzy on the whole Angel thing though.”
Cas smiles back at him. “I understand.”
They sit in silence for several minutes while Dean takes it all in.
It had already been a long and frustrating day and things had only gotten more bizarre but he thought that just maybe he would be able to accept this, maybe.
“Perhaps now that you have seen that, we could try and contact Sam?” Andra adds.
Dean glances up at her. “You think that’s possible?”
Andra shrugs her shoulders. “Hey kiddo, stranger things have happened right. I mean you are in the presence of an Angel after all.”
10 minutes later they were in one of the small rooms of the main office, Dean had watched as Andra had set everything up.
They were all seated at a small table and when Andra glances at Dean, he nods slightly and she continues.
She lights a candle and starts chanting in Latin, or at least Dean thought it was Latin.
For what felt like the longest time, nothing happened.
Dean was starting to feel impatient, he didn’t believe this sort of stuff.
Andra stops chanting and stares directly at Dean causing a shiver to run down his spine.
“I have a woman coming through,” Andra says. “She’s very… determined.”
Dean cocks an eyebrow. “Okay then.”
“She’s telling me her name is Mollie,” Andra continues but then she shakes her head. “No, not Mollie, Millie.”
Dean shifts in the seat. “What did you just say?”
Millie, she was close to your father.”
Dean nods back at her and swallows the lump that’s formed in his throat. “Millie was my grandmother.”
Dean glances over at Cas who shows no facial expression at all.
“She’s worried about you,” Andra tells him. “Your whole family in fact.”
Dean isn’t really sure what to say, he isn’t sure if he should believe any of it.
“She’s telling me that she’s sorry Dean.”
“Sorry for what?” Dean asks.
“She can’t give you the answers that you want,” Andra replies. “She doesn’t know where Sam is, she can’t see him, she hasn’t seen him.”
Dean angrily shakes his head to himself as they make their way back to the car.
“That was a complete and utter waste of time.” Dean says.
“Perhaps not,” Cas tells him. “Your grandmother said that she had not seen Sam; that is good news, yes?”
Dean stares back at him, exasperated to no end. “I have no idea, is it? I’m trying to believe in all of this but it’s not so easy.”
Cas nods back in response. “I understand that Dean I would really like you to try.”
Dean sighs heavily and leans against the car. “I am trying. I don’t know why I’m trying but I am, you just told me that you’re a fucking Angel, someone else is telling me that my brother is alive,
how am I supposed to deal with that?”
After seeing Andra, Dean and Cas went back to the house.
Dean still had a few days off but when he had planned that a few weeks earlier, he had no idea that it would include visiting a psychic and spending the last 24 hours with a damn Angel.
Cas was sitting on the sofa, his hands in his lap and he was staring at the floor, or the coffee table; Dean wasn’t really sure what he was doing because he’d been sitting there for the last 20
minutes, doing exactly nothing.
Dean was pacing back and forth in the kitchen swapping his beer bottle from one hand to the other.
Pausing mid step, he turns to face the doorway, his eyes growing wide and he drops the beer bottle, it smashes to the ground sending shards of glass and liquid across the floor.
Standing in the living room, not too far from where Cas was sitting was a very clear, very distinct shadow of a person.
Dean raises his hand and points at Cas. “I uh… you need to,” he stutters and takes a step forward. “What the hell?”
Cas glances up at him. “I am aware of the presence. I can feel him.”
Dean’s jaw hangs open. “You uh… you feel him? Say what now?”
Cas stands up and moves toward Dean. “I feel only hatred, whomever this is, it is not Sam.”
Dean doesn’t bother to ask him how he knows that, he’s still too stunned at what he was seeing.
The spirit, because he isn’t really sure what else to call it, moves toward them but it wasn’t a normal movement, it looked jerky and if he was being honest, down right terrifying.
Cas grabs Dean’s arm. “Do not move, do not act alarmed.”
Dean stares back at him. “Are you damn well kidding me, what the hell is going on? Who is it?”
Cas closes his eyes and the apparition moves again causing the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck to stand up.
What he really wants to do is bolt from the room but he’s frozen in place.
A moment later, the temperature in the room drops to freezing and Dean continues to watch in horror as what appears to be ice starts forming on the walls, water drips down to the carpet
creating large puddles.
That’s when the scratching started, like nails on a chalkboard and Dean instinctively takes a step backward, too afraid to really move and he doesn’t dare look over his shoulder into the kitchen.
“Dean, I think it is time for us to leave.”
They move quickly toward the front door but when Dean tries the handle, it won’t budge, he tries with all of his strength but nothing works.
“What is happening?” Dean cries out.
When he glances back to the living room, the water is pooling across the floor and quickly flows toward them, it laps over his shoes and he can feel the cold liquid seep through his socks.
“The other door.” Cas says.
They make their way into the kitchen where there is more water than the living room and just like the front door, it won’t open.
The light in the kitchen starts flickering and then goes out entirely and even though it’s barely 2pm, the house is shrouded in darkness and Dean feels chilled to the bone.
“What do we do?”
“I fear that our meeting with Andra has caused a ripple effect,” Cas tells him. “I fear that there are spirits trapped in that building that do not like what you have done.”
“What I’ve done?” Dean cries out. “I haven’t done a damn thing. Going to her was your stupid idea.”
Cas nods back at him. “Yes, it was but these spirits have attached themselves to you.”
Dean throws his hands in the air. “Fucking fantastic and why would they do that?”
“You are the most vulnerable.” Cas replies.
Dean angrily shakes his head. “Awesome, so wise one, tell me what the hell we’re going to do, I don’t wanna stick around to drown in the living room.”
The house is now pitch black and even though Dean has lived in this house for six years, he feels off center, like he can’t remember where things are.
In the hallway, he hits his knee on the doorframe when he tries to regain his balance.
“Dean, are you okay?”
Dean decided that he was definitely not okay when he felt a hand grab his arm and he knows instantly that it isn’t Cas because Cas was standing in front of him.
He can feel nails digging into his skin as he is pulled backwards and he feels his feet give out underneath him.
“Dean!”
Cas lunges forward and tries to grab Dean but he misses by an inch and he watches as Dean falls to the ground.
The water was now almost knee high and Dean plunges under the water and then disappears completely.
Cas doesn’t know how to react, he had seen a lot of things in his lifetime but he had never quite experienced anything like this, especially not if these actions were coming from a spirit.
“Dean!”
There is no answer, only the sound of water filling the room, filling the entire house.
Cas makes his way back to the living room, his eyes darting back and forth in search of Dean.
There is no sign of him.
Making his way back to the kitchen, he is well aware of the presence that brought all of this on, is also aware that there are at least four more and it unnerves him.
When he enters the kitchen, he gets the sense of another presence but this one was different.
Even in the dark he makes his way across the kitchen to the counter, sitting on the floor, in the still knee high water, his knees pulled up to his chest, was Dean.
Cas leans down and rests his hand on Dean’s arm. “Dean, are you okay?”
Dean slowly glances up at him. His clothes are soaked through and he’s shivering.
“Dean, talk to me, are you okay?”
Dean nods back at him but doesn’t say anything.
“Can you stand?”
Dean nods again. “Yeah.”
Cas helps him to stand and pulls out one of the kitchen chairs and sits Dean down.
Cas leans in front of him, pressing his palm to Dean’s cheek. “I will be back in a moment, there is something that I have to do.”
Dean nods again but Cas is fairly sure that he didn’t really hear him.
Cas walks back into the living room, wading through the water that hasn’t grown any higher but does not seem to be receding at all and he sits down on the sofa, the same spot he was in before
this all started.
Reaching over to the coffee table, he uses his index finger and traces a pattern onto the surface.
A scratching noise draws his attention to the doorway, Dean is standing there, his arms wrapped around himself and even in the darkness, Cas can see the lines of blood tracing Dean’s cheeks.
Pushing himself out of the seat, he moves to Dean, grabbing his arms to get his attention.
“Dean, we need to leave now,” Cas tells him. “It is not safe here anymore.”
Cas presses his palm to Dean’s cheek, he can feel the stickiness of the blood on his skin and then he turns around and slams his hand down onto the table.
The darkness in the room disappears and Dean has to close his eyes as bright white light fills the room.
When he opens them again, he has no idea where he is.
June 19 2008
“I was wondering when you would awaken.”
Dean shakes his head. “Where the hell am I?”
“In my apartment.” Cas replies.
Dean laughs. “Really, I didn’t think you had one of those.”
“Of course I do.”
Dean shakes his head slightly. “Okay but that didn’t really answer the question.”
“It answered it exactly,” Cas replies. “You asked where we were and I answered.”
“Okay,” Dean says. “Maybe I should have also added, why are we here?”
Cas shifts on the bed and takes Dean’s hand in his. “Do you remember last night at all?”
Dean takes a moment to think about it, his memory was a little fuzzy, he remembered feeling cold, colder than he had ever experienced before but he couldn’t quite remember why.”
“Bits and pieces I guess. Why what happened?”
“We were in your house,” Cas tells him. “You were in the kitchen and you saw something that frightened you.”
“Okay sure.” Dean mutters to himself, he’s no closer to fully understanding what the hell Cas was talking about.
“Your house was flooded and we had no choice but to leave.”
Dean stares back at him. “What are you talking about? Flooded?”
Cas reaches out with his free hand and places his palm to Dean’s cheek. “You will remember now.”
Dean narrows his eyes at him. “What the…”
When Cas drops his hand, a rush of memories floods Dean’s mind and he feels a shiver run down his spine as the previous night’s events come back.
“Okay, yeah I remember,” Dean says. “What the hell happened? How could a spirit even do that?”
“Over time they can build up a lot of energy, I can only guess that that spirit is very old.”
“What am I supposed to do about it?” Dean questions him.
“I am not sure that there is anything that can be done, at least not yet.” Cas tells him.
They sit in silence for a while. Dean tries to process everything that has happened to him, it’s a lot.
“Dean.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you still need time to process my true identity?” Cas asks him.
Dean looks up at him and sighs heavily. “I don’t really know okay.”
Cas nods. “I understand so you will let me know when you want to leave. I can take you wherever you want to go.”
Cas stands up but Dean reaches out and grabs him around the wrist. “Who said anything about me leaving? Yeah the whole Angel thing is… insane but I don’t want to go anywhere, despite all
the craziness, I actually kinda like you.”
Cas smiles back at him. “I am glad to hear that.”
“Besides, there is no fucking way in hell that I am going back to my place, not after last night.”
“So you are simply staying here because you have nowhere else to go?”
Dean cocks an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t say that either, did you miss the part about actually liking you?”
Cas shakes his head. “No I did not.”
“Okay then, how about you shut the hell up now so I can go back to sleep, turns out having your house flood by deranged spirits can be tiring.”
Cas sits on the edge of the bed and watches Dean for a moment and then he lies down beside him.
“Dean, I really do want to help you find Sam.” Cas tells him.
“Yeah, I know you do,” Dean replies. “And I really hope that you can.”
Chapter Five