Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Dreams, Droids, and Red Heads (6/6)
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Title: Dreams, Droids, and Red Heads (6/6)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, violence
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: Castiel, Dean, and Sam have to fight their way out of the droid factory.
Word Count: 3,454
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
The Destroyers opened fire in unison, pelting them with blasts of weapon fire. Cas deflected them, managing to angle a few of the bolts of energy directly back at the droids.
They were tough to take down; he’d encountered them on more than one occasion. One benefit of the narrow hallway - it would keep them from behind surrounded.
And these dangerous, killing machines were not without their weaknesses.
“Dean.” Cas jerked his head towards the Droideka on the right.
Dean nodded, and they both drew on the force, shoving the thing as hard as they could. It was slammed into its companion, driving him into the wall behind them. The droid in the front continued to fire at them; both former Jedi’s deflected the bolts with ease.
Cas smiled as the Destroyer that was pinned between its friend and the wall’s shield began to spark, and sizzle.
One design flaw it seemed that this facility had not been able to correct was the horrible tendency for its shields to overload. The droid’s shields were unable to distinguish between a wall or floor and blaster fire. While the shields were in contact with the wall, their generators were constantly supplying energy to the shield - too much energy.
The moment the blue light surrounding it died out, Cas dashed closer, knowing Dean had his back.
He leapt the last few feet, and his saber swiped down at an arc, making a clean cut through the unshielded droid.
He spun, caught a glimpse of Dean keeping the other Droideka occupied.
Another weakness - their shields were much weaker from behind.
Cas slashed upwards, and downwards with his saber several times, cutting through the shield, and crippling the droid, as it toppled over, chirping, and sparking.
Cas wiped his brow - and exhaled.
This was just a fragment of what was stalking the halls. This was going to be interesting.
“Save some for me next time, babe,” Dean quipped as Sam crept out towards them, his eyes on the now silent Destroyers.
“Wow.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, and you should see him bake a cake.”
Cas tilted his head, confusion trickling into his face and words. “I don’t bake.”
Sam snorted. “I’m still impressed.”
The alarms seemed to get louder; someone was yelling in the distance. “This is going to be difficult - Sam, stay behind us, and lay down cover fire.”
Sam nodded. “No problem, I’ve got your backs.” There was no trace of annoyance in his words or expression. He was smart enough to know where he would be most useful. Cas found himself liking the man more and more. Some would have been insulted at the suggestion; taken it as an affront to their abilities or ego. Sam was wiser than his years.
Cas inclined his head at the young man respectfully, then peered around the corner.
Nothing.
He waved the others forward and walked softly, but quickly down the corridor, hating the flickering red lights that kept trying to distract his focus.
He pressed his back to the next corner, and started to peer around it.
Brrrrrript.
Cas jerked back, and narrowly missed getting his head blown off.
He felt the heat as the bolt just missed his cheek; he slammed his back to the wall, and took a deep breath.
He’d gotten enough of a view to know they were in trouble.
“The hallway is full of super battle droids,” he whispered.
Sam hissed.
Dean looked like he wanted to punch something.
“We might be able to avoid them.” Sam gestured towards a ventilation shaft near them. It was large enough for them to squeeze inside- if they moved fast.
He could hear the mechanical, steady footsteps approaching.
“Move,” he and Dean both whispered harshly.
Dean quietly, and quickly burned the locks off, and practically pushed Sam inside.
Dean gestured for Cas to go; Cas narrowed his eyes, but there was no time to argue so he went next.
Dean moved inside seconds later and pulled the grate back in place.
And they all held their breath.
*****
Dean controlled his breathing, and stayed silent. The thing with Battle Droids was, they weren’t very smart.
That was their best advantage - there was a good chance they’d think they’d retreated back into the complex. Once they passed they could sneak out, and avoid a confrontation.
Dean wasn’t one to run from a fight, but he wasn’t suicidal either.
He watched as an army of the things passed by; they never even slowed, just kept marching forward, their weapons held up high.
If it had been just him and Cas they might have been able to take them - maybe.
But there would have been no way they’d have been able to fight them all off, and protect Sam.
It was too risky - no to mention these things were tough. Taking on at least fifty Super Battle Droids that were all hell bent on taking you out when there was another solution was just moronic.
He felt Cas’s hand rest atop of his, and squeeze.
Dean gave him a reassuring smile - besides he had a lot to live for - he wasn’t going to risk throwing it all away for a good fight.
Cas nodded, then glanced back at Sam who was sitting quietly, his bag clutched at his side.
The last of them vanished around the corner they’d emerged from.
“Now’s our chance,” Sam murmured; sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead.
The three of them snuck out, and darted down the hall, it was clear for the moment.
He could still hear the droids in the distance, eventually they’d realize they’d lost them, but hopefully they’d be long gone by then.
Sam stayed behind them, sticking close, his blaster ready to fire.
They raced down the halls, back tracking, towards the exit.
Dean could see the door in the distance, it was sealed, and being guarded by a mixture of your garden variety Battle Droids.
This they could handle.
Sam laid down covering fire, hitting one of the clankers in the head - the thing actually fell off, and it was babbling mechanically. Its body continued moving, firing haphazardly.
Dean leapt towards it while Cas covered Sam, blocking any incoming fire.
His saber swept down, cutting off the arm that was holding the weapon, it clattered to the floor.
Another droid, fired, Dean blocked it, and it went flying backwards as Cas shoved it, drawing on the force. It slammed into the wall, and Dean sliced it in half while it was staggered.
He and Cas rushed the two Battle droids left standing, deflecting while they moved in closer. Their weapons fire was less accurate the closer you got.
They each took their turn disabling the droids.
As they crumpled to the floor, Sam shouted a warning. “We’ve got company, that army of Super Battle Droids is on its way.”
Shit,” Dean blurted, and he and Cas went to work on the door. Their sabers digging into the metal, and they carved a circle out, their blades meeting in the middle.
Cas kicked the center of the path they‘d carved, and the metal flew outward, making an opening for them to escape through.
“Sam,” Dean shouted.
The younger man took one last glance around the corner. The sound of metal steps was closer, and loud as hell.
Sam dove through the opening; he and Cas followed.
“Tell me you still have the detonator?” Dean panted as they ran across the ground, making a beeline for the tree line.
“Hell yes I do.”
Thank the force, this wouldn’t all be for nothing.
Dean glanced back, the doors had opened, and he saw the Super Battle droids start to emerge -pouring out like bees from a hive. He caught a glimpse of several destroyers in their midst as well.
Perfect.
They began firing; they were too far away to be accurate, but when dozens of bolts are being flung towards you, someone’s bound to get lucky.
Bobby and Anna had seen them coming, and had started firing off shots at the droids trying to draw their attention.
It seemed to be working.
They were sprinting, the trees were only a few feet away. They could make it.
More shots whirled past him, just missing - it seemed the droids had turned their focus on them again. Dean started to spin, hoping to deflect any oncoming weapon fire.
He turned about halfway when something warm and hard slammed into the former Jedi, knocking him to the ground.
A warm body was over top of him, breathing hard. Dean glanced over his shoulder and realized Sam had tackled him. Dean rolled out from under the younger man. His face was pale, and scrunched up in pain.
Dean felt his heart sink.
Cas had moved in between them and the army of droids moving slowly, but steadily across the field towards them. They were firing constantly - Cas didn’t let a single shot get through.
Anna appeared, offering more cover, her purple blade blending well with Cas’s blue one - creating a lovely arc of protective color as they protected him and Sam.
Bobby was still pelting the droids with covering fire from behind a tall tree.
“We need to move now - are you both okay?” Cas panted, his tone worried, but also focused.
“I’m hit,” Sam grunted, as Dean rose to his knees.
The stupid son of a hut, had taken a hit for him.
“You idiot, gotta play the hero.”
“You’re welcome.” Sam said, his voice weaker than Dean liked.
He could see blood oozing from a hit to his side, and his right pant leg was burned.
Shit.
He’d been shot twice - Dean knew those shots had been coming for him. Dean felt guilt try to sneak in, he didn’t have time for it now. He’d been sloppy - he should have made sure Sam stayed in front of them, he should have turned around more quickly …
“Dean,” Cas’s calm, but firm voice broke through his mental tirade. “Can you carry him?”
That was all it took. He buried his guilt; he could deal with it later.
“I’ve got him.” Sam was heavier than he looked, his wasn’t big, just really freaking tall.
Sam grunted, and Dean felt the warmth of Sam’s blood as he hefted him, placing him over his shoulders.
Then they were running again, Dean bore the weight, drawing on the force to give him strength, and Cas’s familiar strong, aura as he ran along side them.
“We need to blow it now.” Bobby said the moment they hit the tree line.
Dean knew he was right, if they didn’t, those droids would be outside the blast radius, and that wouldn’t be good for them.
It was what they’d come to do - but there were probably still people in there, innocent people who had just needed money to support their families - he could lie to himself and say that they were all mercs or killers, but a part of him knew that probably wasn’t true.
Not everyone that worked for the enemy was evil.
What was one more pound of guilt to pile on his back. He glanced at Cas, his eyes were haunted, but he nodded.
They’d just have to pray they’d evacuated. They’d only run into mechanical enemies inside, hopefully the living beings had all been fleeing.
“Do it.” Dean felt his throat flood with bile.
Bobby grabbed the detonator from Sam’s pack, they all hit the ground. The older man closed his eyes a moment, then flipped the switch.
The building blew, the ground shook, and a plume of smoke could be seen creeping up towards the clouds.
Sam coughed, and Dean touched his too cool skin. “Hang on, Sammy.” He yanked off bits of clothing and pressed them to his most severe injury, deep into his side.
Sam grimaced. His face was pale, his lips were pressed into a thin line.
“We need to get him back to the ship.” Bobby had risen to his feet.
Cas and Anna were checking the horizon, they’d each pulled out a pair of binoculars, and were making sure the Super Battle druids and destroyers had all been destroyed.
Cas flashed a thumbs up, then his eyes shot to Sam’s still form.
“Let’s go.”
Cas helped him lift Sam as gently as possible, and they started forward, the walk seemed a lot farther this time.
*****
Cas was worried - Sam wasn’t doing well, he’d lost a lot of blood. He was good at healing, but he was no expert. He hoped the ship had a medical droid, that could help if he couldn’t.
He wasn’t thinking about the fact that they might have just murdered dozens of people. He couldn’t .
He knew they’d had no choice - but it still was going to be one more thing to haunt his dreams.
If only this planet’s atmosphere didn’t interfere with radio contact they could have had Gabe and Adam meet them - Sam didn’t have time for this.
As if the other men had read his mind - he heard the sound of a ships engines, as their vessel came into view hovering above them.
Thank the force.
*****
Sam was laid out on a cot - there was no medical droid - they were on their own.
Gabe and Adam had seen the explosion, and thought they’d might need some help. A very good call on their part - Cas had found himself warming up to the two men.
Gabe had gotten them off the planet, and they were on their way back to Devon Four - but Sam didn’t have that long.
Cas knew he had to try, but this was more damage than he’d ever had to repair before.
Cas had stretched out his senses, feeling his way through Sam’s injuries - he was bleeding internally, there was damage to his organs - and he’d lost so much blood.
He opened his eyes - he couldn’t do this alone.
Anna was clutching Adam’s arm; her eyes wide as she watched.
Cas took Sam’s hand, and willed him to fight.
He was unconscious, his flesh was translucent, and his breathing was shallow.
Dean was watching them - his eyes nervous, his forehead wrinkled.
“Dean - will you help me?” Cas reached out.
Dean stared at his outstretched hand for a second, then took it, sitting down in a chair on the opposite side of Sam’s bunk.
“I’m not good at this Cas.”
“I know you can do this,” Cas said calmly, squeezing Dean’s fingers. “I’ll do most of the heavy lifting - just back me up.”
Dean nodded - Cas knew he only had limited healing abilities.
But anything would help.
Cas closed his eyes, one hand splayed over Sam’s side, and stomach, the other entwined with Dean’s. He felt Dean’s free hand rest on top of his hovering one.
He could also feel Anna on the other side of the room - as well as Sam’s dwindling life force.
He had to act quickly.
He could feel the force flowing through him, as he focused on Sam’s most severe injury, urging the cells to regenerate - he felt Dean‘s tentative presence add to his own power- he felt it when Sam’s body started to heal, knit itself back together.
His organs glowed in Cas’s mind - Sam’s energy increased - he could feel the blood loss slow, hear the skin begin to grow.
It was impossible to describe what force healing really felt like - but it was incredible.
It was also tiring.
Cas clenched his teeth, and struggled to maintain his focus.
His concentration wavered as exhaustion threatened to overtake him, but then Dean began to pour his own energy in - taking some of the burden from Cas - it was a breath of fresh air.
Cas held on - pushing past his fatigue.
He, Dean, and Sam were connected in a way that most would never feel - Cas could sense Dean’s soul - his life force - and Sam’s mingling together.
And suddenly certain things became clear - something that a part of him must have suspected all along. Cas felt his eyes burn - but didn’t dwell on it for the moment - he focused only on healing their friend.
Sam’s life force grew stronger still; his heart rate stabilized. Cas could feel it beating as if it were his own, and he knew Dean could as well.
He opened his eyes, and a blue, white light was emanating from their joined hands hovering over Sam.
Sam’s color was better, the bleeding had stopped - Anna was watching, her eyes alight with joy and awe.
Cas was exhausted, but he was also glowing inside - they’d done it.
“Dean,” he whispered, his voice weary, and slightly slurred.
Dean’s eyes opened, and the link began to melt away, the light faded, and Dean swallowed, sweat on his brow.
“Wow.”
Cas managed a weak laugh.
“Is he okay?”
Cas nodded. “He’s just sleeping. You did good Dean.”
Dean blinked. “That was all you babe; I just gave an assist.”
“No - it was both of us.” Cas felt his eyelids droop, he needed to rest - that had been more than challenging.
Anna came up to stand at Cas’s side, she placed a hand on his shoulder. He smiled up at her. Her face still smudged wit dirt in places, and her hair was wild, but her expression was peaceful, and her eyes a bit wiser. Anna had handled herself well today - backing them up when needed, and helping him protect Dean and Sam.
She had kept a level head.
“Rest, Master. We’ll take it from here.”
Cas put his had over hers. “Thank you, Anna. ”
*****
Cas had practically collapsed into one of the chairs, longing for a bed, but this would do for now.
Dean had taken a seat next to him. His hand rested on Cas’s thigh and he was watching him with affectionate eyes.
Cas wanted to smile, but he was too tired. And today had been a long day. He wasn’t sure if he would classify it as good or bad. They had destroyed the facility, and Sam was going to be okay.
But they had no proof that Chancellor Roman was involved, nothing to bring to the council.
At least they were all alive - and they had another chance to bring him down.
Gabe peeked his head in. “Just thought you’d like to know, at least some of the workers got out. We watched their ship take off - tracked them leaving the system.”
Cas felt some of the weight on his chest ease - that was something at least.
“Thank you, Gabe.”
“Yeah, thanks man.” Dean chimed in, yawning loudly.
Gabe, grinned, then his face became serious, an expression Cas hadn’t seen him wear before. “Thanks for saving Sam, both of you. He’s a good man, a good leader - I’d have hated to have to break in a new one.”
Cas managed a smile.
Gabe nodded, and left them alone.
Cas watched Dean for a moment, his eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful.
He knew he had to talk to Dean about Sam. About what he’d felt when they’d all been joined by the force - but he had no proof he was right, and what if he was wrong?
Still, it made sense. Sam had an older brother who’d been taken by the Jedi - and sometimes when Sam smiled he saw traces of Dean in there.
It was crazy, what were the odds?
Yet, Cas couldn’t dismiss what he’d felt - Sam and Dean’s souls - their life force - there were too many similarities. They weren’t the same - no two beings were, but when people were connected by blood - they shared an echo of each other.
Cas had felt it before in families.
He’d felt it today.
Cas swallowed, as Dean snored quietly.
Adam walked by, nodded at him, Cas returned the gesture.
No. Now wasn’t the time - he wanted to talk to Dean in private, and when they weren’t both dead on their feet. But he had to voice his suspicions. Dean and Sam both deserved that much - where it went after that was up to them.
Cas took Dean’s hand, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes allowing himself to feel at peace next to the man he loved.
The rest would keep for now.
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Title: Dreams, Droids, and Red Heads (6/6)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, violence
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: Castiel, Dean, and Sam have to fight their way out of the droid factory.
Word Count: 3,454
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
The Destroyers opened fire in unison, pelting them with blasts of weapon fire. Cas deflected them, managing to angle a few of the bolts of energy directly back at the droids.
They were tough to take down; he’d encountered them on more than one occasion. One benefit of the narrow hallway - it would keep them from behind surrounded.
And these dangerous, killing machines were not without their weaknesses.
“Dean.” Cas jerked his head towards the Droideka on the right.
Dean nodded, and they both drew on the force, shoving the thing as hard as they could. It was slammed into its companion, driving him into the wall behind them. The droid in the front continued to fire at them; both former Jedi’s deflected the bolts with ease.
Cas smiled as the Destroyer that was pinned between its friend and the wall’s shield began to spark, and sizzle.
One design flaw it seemed that this facility had not been able to correct was the horrible tendency for its shields to overload. The droid’s shields were unable to distinguish between a wall or floor and blaster fire. While the shields were in contact with the wall, their generators were constantly supplying energy to the shield - too much energy.
The moment the blue light surrounding it died out, Cas dashed closer, knowing Dean had his back.
He leapt the last few feet, and his saber swiped down at an arc, making a clean cut through the unshielded droid.
He spun, caught a glimpse of Dean keeping the other Droideka occupied.
Another weakness - their shields were much weaker from behind.
Cas slashed upwards, and downwards with his saber several times, cutting through the shield, and crippling the droid, as it toppled over, chirping, and sparking.
Cas wiped his brow - and exhaled.
This was just a fragment of what was stalking the halls. This was going to be interesting.
“Save some for me next time, babe,” Dean quipped as Sam crept out towards them, his eyes on the now silent Destroyers.
“Wow.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, and you should see him bake a cake.”
Cas tilted his head, confusion trickling into his face and words. “I don’t bake.”
Sam snorted. “I’m still impressed.”
The alarms seemed to get louder; someone was yelling in the distance. “This is going to be difficult - Sam, stay behind us, and lay down cover fire.”
Sam nodded. “No problem, I’ve got your backs.” There was no trace of annoyance in his words or expression. He was smart enough to know where he would be most useful. Cas found himself liking the man more and more. Some would have been insulted at the suggestion; taken it as an affront to their abilities or ego. Sam was wiser than his years.
Cas inclined his head at the young man respectfully, then peered around the corner.
Nothing.
He waved the others forward and walked softly, but quickly down the corridor, hating the flickering red lights that kept trying to distract his focus.
He pressed his back to the next corner, and started to peer around it.
Brrrrrript.
Cas jerked back, and narrowly missed getting his head blown off.
He felt the heat as the bolt just missed his cheek; he slammed his back to the wall, and took a deep breath.
He’d gotten enough of a view to know they were in trouble.
“The hallway is full of super battle droids,” he whispered.
Sam hissed.
Dean looked like he wanted to punch something.
“We might be able to avoid them.” Sam gestured towards a ventilation shaft near them. It was large enough for them to squeeze inside- if they moved fast.
He could hear the mechanical, steady footsteps approaching.
“Move,” he and Dean both whispered harshly.
Dean quietly, and quickly burned the locks off, and practically pushed Sam inside.
Dean gestured for Cas to go; Cas narrowed his eyes, but there was no time to argue so he went next.
Dean moved inside seconds later and pulled the grate back in place.
And they all held their breath.
*****
Dean controlled his breathing, and stayed silent. The thing with Battle Droids was, they weren’t very smart.
That was their best advantage - there was a good chance they’d think they’d retreated back into the complex. Once they passed they could sneak out, and avoid a confrontation.
Dean wasn’t one to run from a fight, but he wasn’t suicidal either.
He watched as an army of the things passed by; they never even slowed, just kept marching forward, their weapons held up high.
If it had been just him and Cas they might have been able to take them - maybe.
But there would have been no way they’d have been able to fight them all off, and protect Sam.
It was too risky - no to mention these things were tough. Taking on at least fifty Super Battle Droids that were all hell bent on taking you out when there was another solution was just moronic.
He felt Cas’s hand rest atop of his, and squeeze.
Dean gave him a reassuring smile - besides he had a lot to live for - he wasn’t going to risk throwing it all away for a good fight.
Cas nodded, then glanced back at Sam who was sitting quietly, his bag clutched at his side.
The last of them vanished around the corner they’d emerged from.
“Now’s our chance,” Sam murmured; sweat had plastered his hair to his forehead.
The three of them snuck out, and darted down the hall, it was clear for the moment.
He could still hear the droids in the distance, eventually they’d realize they’d lost them, but hopefully they’d be long gone by then.
Sam stayed behind them, sticking close, his blaster ready to fire.
They raced down the halls, back tracking, towards the exit.
Dean could see the door in the distance, it was sealed, and being guarded by a mixture of your garden variety Battle Droids.
This they could handle.
Sam laid down covering fire, hitting one of the clankers in the head - the thing actually fell off, and it was babbling mechanically. Its body continued moving, firing haphazardly.
Dean leapt towards it while Cas covered Sam, blocking any incoming fire.
His saber swept down, cutting off the arm that was holding the weapon, it clattered to the floor.
Another droid, fired, Dean blocked it, and it went flying backwards as Cas shoved it, drawing on the force. It slammed into the wall, and Dean sliced it in half while it was staggered.
He and Cas rushed the two Battle droids left standing, deflecting while they moved in closer. Their weapons fire was less accurate the closer you got.
They each took their turn disabling the droids.
As they crumpled to the floor, Sam shouted a warning. “We’ve got company, that army of Super Battle Droids is on its way.”
Shit,” Dean blurted, and he and Cas went to work on the door. Their sabers digging into the metal, and they carved a circle out, their blades meeting in the middle.
Cas kicked the center of the path they‘d carved, and the metal flew outward, making an opening for them to escape through.
“Sam,” Dean shouted.
The younger man took one last glance around the corner. The sound of metal steps was closer, and loud as hell.
Sam dove through the opening; he and Cas followed.
“Tell me you still have the detonator?” Dean panted as they ran across the ground, making a beeline for the tree line.
“Hell yes I do.”
Thank the force, this wouldn’t all be for nothing.
Dean glanced back, the doors had opened, and he saw the Super Battle droids start to emerge -pouring out like bees from a hive. He caught a glimpse of several destroyers in their midst as well.
Perfect.
They began firing; they were too far away to be accurate, but when dozens of bolts are being flung towards you, someone’s bound to get lucky.
Bobby and Anna had seen them coming, and had started firing off shots at the droids trying to draw their attention.
It seemed to be working.
They were sprinting, the trees were only a few feet away. They could make it.
More shots whirled past him, just missing - it seemed the droids had turned their focus on them again. Dean started to spin, hoping to deflect any oncoming weapon fire.
He turned about halfway when something warm and hard slammed into the former Jedi, knocking him to the ground.
A warm body was over top of him, breathing hard. Dean glanced over his shoulder and realized Sam had tackled him. Dean rolled out from under the younger man. His face was pale, and scrunched up in pain.
Dean felt his heart sink.
Cas had moved in between them and the army of droids moving slowly, but steadily across the field towards them. They were firing constantly - Cas didn’t let a single shot get through.
Anna appeared, offering more cover, her purple blade blending well with Cas’s blue one - creating a lovely arc of protective color as they protected him and Sam.
Bobby was still pelting the droids with covering fire from behind a tall tree.
“We need to move now - are you both okay?” Cas panted, his tone worried, but also focused.
“I’m hit,” Sam grunted, as Dean rose to his knees.
The stupid son of a hut, had taken a hit for him.
“You idiot, gotta play the hero.”
“You’re welcome.” Sam said, his voice weaker than Dean liked.
He could see blood oozing from a hit to his side, and his right pant leg was burned.
Shit.
He’d been shot twice - Dean knew those shots had been coming for him. Dean felt guilt try to sneak in, he didn’t have time for it now. He’d been sloppy - he should have made sure Sam stayed in front of them, he should have turned around more quickly …
“Dean,” Cas’s calm, but firm voice broke through his mental tirade. “Can you carry him?”
That was all it took. He buried his guilt; he could deal with it later.
“I’ve got him.” Sam was heavier than he looked, his wasn’t big, just really freaking tall.
Sam grunted, and Dean felt the warmth of Sam’s blood as he hefted him, placing him over his shoulders.
Then they were running again, Dean bore the weight, drawing on the force to give him strength, and Cas’s familiar strong, aura as he ran along side them.
“We need to blow it now.” Bobby said the moment they hit the tree line.
Dean knew he was right, if they didn’t, those droids would be outside the blast radius, and that wouldn’t be good for them.
It was what they’d come to do - but there were probably still people in there, innocent people who had just needed money to support their families - he could lie to himself and say that they were all mercs or killers, but a part of him knew that probably wasn’t true.
Not everyone that worked for the enemy was evil.
What was one more pound of guilt to pile on his back. He glanced at Cas, his eyes were haunted, but he nodded.
They’d just have to pray they’d evacuated. They’d only run into mechanical enemies inside, hopefully the living beings had all been fleeing.
“Do it.” Dean felt his throat flood with bile.
Bobby grabbed the detonator from Sam’s pack, they all hit the ground. The older man closed his eyes a moment, then flipped the switch.
The building blew, the ground shook, and a plume of smoke could be seen creeping up towards the clouds.
Sam coughed, and Dean touched his too cool skin. “Hang on, Sammy.” He yanked off bits of clothing and pressed them to his most severe injury, deep into his side.
Sam grimaced. His face was pale, his lips were pressed into a thin line.
“We need to get him back to the ship.” Bobby had risen to his feet.
Cas and Anna were checking the horizon, they’d each pulled out a pair of binoculars, and were making sure the Super Battle druids and destroyers had all been destroyed.
Cas flashed a thumbs up, then his eyes shot to Sam’s still form.
“Let’s go.”
Cas helped him lift Sam as gently as possible, and they started forward, the walk seemed a lot farther this time.
*****
Cas was worried - Sam wasn’t doing well, he’d lost a lot of blood. He was good at healing, but he was no expert. He hoped the ship had a medical droid, that could help if he couldn’t.
He wasn’t thinking about the fact that they might have just murdered dozens of people. He couldn’t .
He knew they’d had no choice - but it still was going to be one more thing to haunt his dreams.
If only this planet’s atmosphere didn’t interfere with radio contact they could have had Gabe and Adam meet them - Sam didn’t have time for this.
As if the other men had read his mind - he heard the sound of a ships engines, as their vessel came into view hovering above them.
Thank the force.
*****
Sam was laid out on a cot - there was no medical droid - they were on their own.
Gabe and Adam had seen the explosion, and thought they’d might need some help. A very good call on their part - Cas had found himself warming up to the two men.
Gabe had gotten them off the planet, and they were on their way back to Devon Four - but Sam didn’t have that long.
Cas knew he had to try, but this was more damage than he’d ever had to repair before.
Cas had stretched out his senses, feeling his way through Sam’s injuries - he was bleeding internally, there was damage to his organs - and he’d lost so much blood.
He opened his eyes - he couldn’t do this alone.
Anna was clutching Adam’s arm; her eyes wide as she watched.
Cas took Sam’s hand, and willed him to fight.
He was unconscious, his flesh was translucent, and his breathing was shallow.
Dean was watching them - his eyes nervous, his forehead wrinkled.
“Dean - will you help me?” Cas reached out.
Dean stared at his outstretched hand for a second, then took it, sitting down in a chair on the opposite side of Sam’s bunk.
“I’m not good at this Cas.”
“I know you can do this,” Cas said calmly, squeezing Dean’s fingers. “I’ll do most of the heavy lifting - just back me up.”
Dean nodded - Cas knew he only had limited healing abilities.
But anything would help.
Cas closed his eyes, one hand splayed over Sam’s side, and stomach, the other entwined with Dean’s. He felt Dean’s free hand rest on top of his hovering one.
He could also feel Anna on the other side of the room - as well as Sam’s dwindling life force.
He had to act quickly.
He could feel the force flowing through him, as he focused on Sam’s most severe injury, urging the cells to regenerate - he felt Dean‘s tentative presence add to his own power- he felt it when Sam’s body started to heal, knit itself back together.
His organs glowed in Cas’s mind - Sam’s energy increased - he could feel the blood loss slow, hear the skin begin to grow.
It was impossible to describe what force healing really felt like - but it was incredible.
It was also tiring.
Cas clenched his teeth, and struggled to maintain his focus.
His concentration wavered as exhaustion threatened to overtake him, but then Dean began to pour his own energy in - taking some of the burden from Cas - it was a breath of fresh air.
Cas held on - pushing past his fatigue.
He, Dean, and Sam were connected in a way that most would never feel - Cas could sense Dean’s soul - his life force - and Sam’s mingling together.
And suddenly certain things became clear - something that a part of him must have suspected all along. Cas felt his eyes burn - but didn’t dwell on it for the moment - he focused only on healing their friend.
Sam’s life force grew stronger still; his heart rate stabilized. Cas could feel it beating as if it were his own, and he knew Dean could as well.
He opened his eyes, and a blue, white light was emanating from their joined hands hovering over Sam.
Sam’s color was better, the bleeding had stopped - Anna was watching, her eyes alight with joy and awe.
Cas was exhausted, but he was also glowing inside - they’d done it.
“Dean,” he whispered, his voice weary, and slightly slurred.
Dean’s eyes opened, and the link began to melt away, the light faded, and Dean swallowed, sweat on his brow.
“Wow.”
Cas managed a weak laugh.
“Is he okay?”
Cas nodded. “He’s just sleeping. You did good Dean.”
Dean blinked. “That was all you babe; I just gave an assist.”
“No - it was both of us.” Cas felt his eyelids droop, he needed to rest - that had been more than challenging.
Anna came up to stand at Cas’s side, she placed a hand on his shoulder. He smiled up at her. Her face still smudged wit dirt in places, and her hair was wild, but her expression was peaceful, and her eyes a bit wiser. Anna had handled herself well today - backing them up when needed, and helping him protect Dean and Sam.
She had kept a level head.
“Rest, Master. We’ll take it from here.”
Cas put his had over hers. “Thank you, Anna. ”
*****
Cas had practically collapsed into one of the chairs, longing for a bed, but this would do for now.
Dean had taken a seat next to him. His hand rested on Cas’s thigh and he was watching him with affectionate eyes.
Cas wanted to smile, but he was too tired. And today had been a long day. He wasn’t sure if he would classify it as good or bad. They had destroyed the facility, and Sam was going to be okay.
But they had no proof that Chancellor Roman was involved, nothing to bring to the council.
At least they were all alive - and they had another chance to bring him down.
Gabe peeked his head in. “Just thought you’d like to know, at least some of the workers got out. We watched their ship take off - tracked them leaving the system.”
Cas felt some of the weight on his chest ease - that was something at least.
“Thank you, Gabe.”
“Yeah, thanks man.” Dean chimed in, yawning loudly.
Gabe, grinned, then his face became serious, an expression Cas hadn’t seen him wear before. “Thanks for saving Sam, both of you. He’s a good man, a good leader - I’d have hated to have to break in a new one.”
Cas managed a smile.
Gabe nodded, and left them alone.
Cas watched Dean for a moment, his eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful.
He knew he had to talk to Dean about Sam. About what he’d felt when they’d all been joined by the force - but he had no proof he was right, and what if he was wrong?
Still, it made sense. Sam had an older brother who’d been taken by the Jedi - and sometimes when Sam smiled he saw traces of Dean in there.
It was crazy, what were the odds?
Yet, Cas couldn’t dismiss what he’d felt - Sam and Dean’s souls - their life force - there were too many similarities. They weren’t the same - no two beings were, but when people were connected by blood - they shared an echo of each other.
Cas had felt it before in families.
He’d felt it today.
Cas swallowed, as Dean snored quietly.
Adam walked by, nodded at him, Cas returned the gesture.
No. Now wasn’t the time - he wanted to talk to Dean in private, and when they weren’t both dead on their feet. But he had to voice his suspicions. Dean and Sam both deserved that much - where it went after that was up to them.
Cas took Dean’s hand, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes allowing himself to feel at peace next to the man he loved.
The rest would keep for now.
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