Heart of Your Soul Chapter 2
Title: Καρδιά της ψυχής σας - Heart of Your Soul
Author: Heavenreturned
Pairing: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel eventually
Rating: Current Chapters PG
Summary: Dean used to dream of angels and having wings. Now he’s an adult with the threat of Armageddon looming over his head, and he’s about to find out the dreams weren’t as made up as he used to believe. It’s going to change not just his life, but the existence of two others.
Notes: This is a short filler chapter. I didn’t want to leave you guys with nothing this week though. I’m going to try and update every Week
Beta’d by darkamber
Things had gotten really fucked up lately. More than usual, on top of that Castiel hadn’t been back. At first things had been ok, besides Dean being scary numb and emotionless, but Sammy expected that.
What he hadn’t expected was Dean to be even more careless with his life than before, but that is sure as hell what seemed to be happening. What was a bit strange was, his brother hadn’t been hurt besides bruises at all recently. It was like Dean had some sort of force field around him. He’d suspected Cas but Dean had claimed the angel was avoiding them.
He sent up another quick thank you to whoever or whatever was protecting his brother as Dean plopped down on his motel bed, yanking off his shirt showing barely a bruise. But since that day two weeks ago Dean just seemed to have shut down with him completely.
Sighing, he grabbed the Impala keys, “I’m gonna get something to eat Dean, you hungry?”
Dean grunted a short yes, and watched as his brother left before quickly shimmying out of his pants too, sitting in his boxers in front of the air conditioning. That had been the first thing that tipped him off to something going on. He was hot all the time. Not just hot, but Sammy could feel the heat through his skin.
At first he’d thought he was cursed but after nothing else seemed to go wrong he forgot about that, the heat wasn’t hurting him. It was just annoying.
Of course he hadn’t mentioned to his brother the lights he was seeing, because that was a bit much even for them. He wasn’t sure when that had started, but it had been going on for a few months now, a lot longer than his hot spell.
It hadn’t been as noticeable as the heat at first either. They’d been in a bar and he’d glanced up and for a moment the air around the waitress seemed to shimmer. There’d been a beautiful pink light around her, but when he’d blinked it was gone.
It had continued happening at the strangest times. It wasn’t a regular thing at all; he’d done some googling but all he’d come up with was seeing people auras. Which sounded like bogus shit to him.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Sammy slammed back into the room, bags in hand, and he grinned getting a whiff of appie.
“Sammy, do I smell pie?” he asked with a smile that probably didn’t reach his eyes.
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes, but pulled out the two pieces of pie. He couldn’t help it but even seeing a half assed smile on his brother’s face was worth the wait and the flirting that had gone into getting the last two pieces for his brother.
“You gonna be ready to head out tomorrow?” he asked his brother softly, watching Dean tear into the pie.
“Course I am, bitch. Why wouldn’t I?”
Sam shook his head and inwardly frowned; looked like once again they would be playing the ‘pretend everything is fine game’.
“Whatever, jerk.”
***
He sighed wiping the wetness off the mirror; this last hunt had been hell. He wasn’t entirely sure why he and Sammy were hunting demonic omens when they had no fucking direction. They were currently just trying to stay alive until Cas found God….if he was even still looking.
This time a fucking Bone Eater of all things had flung him into a wall until Sammy had toasted its damn power source. All he had now was a sore as hell back, which even the hot shower hadn’t helped.
It wasn’t his fault he’d been distracted; that thing had just reeked of evil, so much so Dean had almost been able to taste it. Hell, he was sure for a moment he’d seen it. A dark billowy mist had encompassed the monster.
He hissed and jerked away from the mirror, yanking a clean shirt over his head. Fuck it…. He was losing his mind….again.
Yanking up his jeans, he went to open the door but paused a minute and hearing nothing, he yanked the door open to find Sammy sitting on his bed laptop in his lap.
“You ok, Sammy?” he muttered watching his brother closely. As his brother nodded, he inspected Sammy’s light. It was still a pale sickly green tinged with red. Satisfied he was telling the truth he flopped onto the bed and groaned in pain as his back was jarred.
“Dean?”
“Damn, that fucker got my back good.” Dean moaned and allowed himself to be manhandled as his brother yanked up his shirt to inspect his back.
“Nothing’s there dude, not even a bruise.” Sam poked at his brother’s back gently, frowning when he got a whimper for his effort. “Must be deep tissue bruising, you’ll be sore for a week or two if so.”
Dean grunted and shoved his brother a bit. “Any word from Cas?” he asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.
At his brother’s headshake his heart sunk. He really could use his angel right about now. The lights he was seeing were really freaking him out, he’d been googling and it looked like he was seeing auras. But that had freaked him out more, because if Sammy’s ‘gifts’ came from demons… where the hell did he get his from? And that very thought is what scared him shitless; he was a fucking freak.
Rolling over he shut off the light next to his bed, and drifted into his thoughts. The colors were useful sometimes though, it seemed everyone had a different jumble of colors around them and certain ones meant certain things. He still wasn’t sure what the people who had pure white lights meant though. He’d only seen two of them.
Grasping for his phone he sent a quick text to Cas; he’d not tried to contact the angel since the blowup but he missed him.
Hey Cas you alive?
Stretching out on his stomach to avoid his sore back he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3
Author: Heavenreturned
Pairing: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel eventually
Rating: Current Chapters PG
Summary: Dean used to dream of angels and having wings. Now he’s an adult with the threat of Armageddon looming over his head, and he’s about to find out the dreams weren’t as made up as he used to believe. It’s going to change not just his life, but the existence of two others.
Notes: This is a short filler chapter. I didn’t want to leave you guys with nothing this week though. I’m going to try and update every Week
Beta’d by darkamber
Things had gotten really fucked up lately. More than usual, on top of that Castiel hadn’t been back. At first things had been ok, besides Dean being scary numb and emotionless, but Sammy expected that.
What he hadn’t expected was Dean to be even more careless with his life than before, but that is sure as hell what seemed to be happening. What was a bit strange was, his brother hadn’t been hurt besides bruises at all recently. It was like Dean had some sort of force field around him. He’d suspected Cas but Dean had claimed the angel was avoiding them.
He sent up another quick thank you to whoever or whatever was protecting his brother as Dean plopped down on his motel bed, yanking off his shirt showing barely a bruise. But since that day two weeks ago Dean just seemed to have shut down with him completely.
Sighing, he grabbed the Impala keys, “I’m gonna get something to eat Dean, you hungry?”
Dean grunted a short yes, and watched as his brother left before quickly shimmying out of his pants too, sitting in his boxers in front of the air conditioning. That had been the first thing that tipped him off to something going on. He was hot all the time. Not just hot, but Sammy could feel the heat through his skin.
At first he’d thought he was cursed but after nothing else seemed to go wrong he forgot about that, the heat wasn’t hurting him. It was just annoying.
Of course he hadn’t mentioned to his brother the lights he was seeing, because that was a bit much even for them. He wasn’t sure when that had started, but it had been going on for a few months now, a lot longer than his hot spell.
It hadn’t been as noticeable as the heat at first either. They’d been in a bar and he’d glanced up and for a moment the air around the waitress seemed to shimmer. There’d been a beautiful pink light around her, but when he’d blinked it was gone.
It had continued happening at the strangest times. It wasn’t a regular thing at all; he’d done some googling but all he’d come up with was seeing people auras. Which sounded like bogus shit to him.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Sammy slammed back into the room, bags in hand, and he grinned getting a whiff of appie.
“Sammy, do I smell pie?” he asked with a smile that probably didn’t reach his eyes.
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes, but pulled out the two pieces of pie. He couldn’t help it but even seeing a half assed smile on his brother’s face was worth the wait and the flirting that had gone into getting the last two pieces for his brother.
“You gonna be ready to head out tomorrow?” he asked his brother softly, watching Dean tear into the pie.
“Course I am, bitch. Why wouldn’t I?”
Sam shook his head and inwardly frowned; looked like once again they would be playing the ‘pretend everything is fine game’.
“Whatever, jerk.”
***
He sighed wiping the wetness off the mirror; this last hunt had been hell. He wasn’t entirely sure why he and Sammy were hunting demonic omens when they had no fucking direction. They were currently just trying to stay alive until Cas found God….if he was even still looking.
This time a fucking Bone Eater of all things had flung him into a wall until Sammy had toasted its damn power source. All he had now was a sore as hell back, which even the hot shower hadn’t helped.
It wasn’t his fault he’d been distracted; that thing had just reeked of evil, so much so Dean had almost been able to taste it. Hell, he was sure for a moment he’d seen it. A dark billowy mist had encompassed the monster.
He hissed and jerked away from the mirror, yanking a clean shirt over his head. Fuck it…. He was losing his mind….again.
Yanking up his jeans, he went to open the door but paused a minute and hearing nothing, he yanked the door open to find Sammy sitting on his bed laptop in his lap.
“You ok, Sammy?” he muttered watching his brother closely. As his brother nodded, he inspected Sammy’s light. It was still a pale sickly green tinged with red. Satisfied he was telling the truth he flopped onto the bed and groaned in pain as his back was jarred.
“Dean?”
“Damn, that fucker got my back good.” Dean moaned and allowed himself to be manhandled as his brother yanked up his shirt to inspect his back.
“Nothing’s there dude, not even a bruise.” Sam poked at his brother’s back gently, frowning when he got a whimper for his effort. “Must be deep tissue bruising, you’ll be sore for a week or two if so.”
Dean grunted and shoved his brother a bit. “Any word from Cas?” he asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.
At his brother’s headshake his heart sunk. He really could use his angel right about now. The lights he was seeing were really freaking him out, he’d been googling and it looked like he was seeing auras. But that had freaked him out more, because if Sammy’s ‘gifts’ came from demons… where the hell did he get his from? And that very thought is what scared him shitless; he was a fucking freak.
Rolling over he shut off the light next to his bed, and drifted into his thoughts. The colors were useful sometimes though, it seemed everyone had a different jumble of colors around them and certain ones meant certain things. He still wasn’t sure what the people who had pure white lights meant though. He’d only seen two of them.
Grasping for his phone he sent a quick text to Cas; he’d not tried to contact the angel since the blowup but he missed him.
Hey Cas you alive?
Stretching out on his stomach to avoid his sore back he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3