Heart of Your Soul Chapter 3
Title: Καρδιά της ψυχής σας - Heart of Your Soul
Chapter 3: In which we find things are clusterfucked
Author: Heavenreturned
Pairing: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel eventually
Rating: Current Chapters PG
Words: 1169
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.
Thank you to darkamber for beta'ing
Note: I'm entering NaNoWriMo as is my beta so not sure exactly when another chapter will be out. I'm trying to get chapter 4 written this week and to her asap
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Dean stuck his head out of the bathroom and listened to the ending of Sammy’s phone call. His brother’s colors were tinged with a dark purple signaling he was upset.
“Everything ok, Sammy?” he asked when his brother clicked his phone shut.
Sam frowned and shook his head a bit, “Cas wants us to head to Bobby’s. He said something weird is going on.”
Dean felt his heart drop again, putting the thoughts of reconciling with his angel away. Seemed Cas still wanted nothing to do with him.
“Did he say what.”
At his brother’s exasperated expression he grinned a bit. Yeah it was Cas they were talking about. He watched as Sammy’s colors bled away and sighed, resisting the urge to rub his eyes again.
He still hadn’t spilled the beans about the things he had been seeing, and he’d realized it extended past colors. Sometimes he caught a glimpse of a Reaper or a Spirit. His back still fucking hurt too. He was sure Cas would know what was going on with him but he hadn’t seen the angel at all.
Reaching up he rubbed at his back, quickly dropping it as his brother eyed him curiously. He shrugged a shoulder, he’d had a lot worse. He also had finally accepted the fact that it seemed like he was a freak like his brother.
Grumbling he tugged on his shirt and began tossing things into his duffle; if Cas wanted them he could fucking find them himself. He wasn’t going to follow the douche bag around. Besides, they still had a hunt to wrap up here.
“Cas can wait, c’mon Sammy. Things to hunt and bones to burn.”
Without glancing back at Sammy he threw his duffle over his shoulder and headed out to the Impala.
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He yelled out hoarsely as he was thrown back into the metal beam, the simple salt and burn and haunting had turned to hell. Instead he was face to face with a demon and no idea where Sammy was.
It was strange but his freakishness had come into play perfectly, as soon as he'd seen the girl appear in the doorway he'd immediately known that she was not a she but an it. Not only was the aura blackest black but there was just a horrible sense of wrongness in the air.
They'd tussled a good 10 minutes and he was getting exhausted; he'd drawn blood and had it drawn from him. Nothing life threatening but fuck was it getting annoying. His breathe caught in his throat as he was grabbed by the neck and shoved roughly back into the wall, his already sore back smacking painfully into the wall.
He shuddered and without another thought began to chant the exorcism he now knew by heart, for some reason it felt more powerful then usual and as he shoved the demon away roughly he swore he saw the a momentary falter.
He quickly shoved the demon up against the wall, pinning it there and staring into the dark eyes as he finished the exorcism and then grinned triumphantly as the demon erupted from the poor girl it was possessing in a burst of smoke and screaming.
Staggering to the floor he pressed his fingers to her neck, breathing out a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse beneath his finger tips. He sighed and arched his back, hissing in pain as his back screamed in agony.
Glancing up he was relieved when Sammy burst into the room, gun ready.
"Got the spook Sammy?"
Sam nodded and hoisted his brother up to his feet next to him, arm around his shoulders.
"Dean? What happened?"
"Demon, tried to grab me Sammy. Dunno why. It was quiet about the whole thing. Said I was 'special' and it wanted me to take a trip with it."
Dean sighed roughly and slumped against his brother. He was in agony and the room was spinning; suddenly he was burning up again. He had a vague thought but as the floor rose up to meet him it was replaced by blackness.
He was floating in warmth and light, he purred lowly as someone stroked his hair softly and hummed to him. He whimpered and buried his face further into the softness he was nestled in as a hand gently ran down his pained back putting all the soreness at ease.
For the first time in a long time he felt relaxed and at ease and peaceful and he felt his body release tension he hadn't known had built up. The hand was gentle on his back, soothing the nonstop ache and as whoever was with him started singing gently he let himself drif back to sleep.
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He stretched, sighing in relief as he was met with none of the usual pain he'd been experiencing lately. Slowly opening his eyes he was met with the site of Bobby's guest room. He groaned and rolled over; he could just imagine Sammy freaking the hell out and driving like a bat out of hell to get him to what he thought was safety.
Groaning he rolled out of bed and to his feet, not bothering to even put on clean clothes he shuffled to the stairs and down towards the kitchen. He paused in the doorway watching Sam fuss with his food and flinched when Cas's blue eyes snapped to meet his gaze.
He dropped his gaze; he'd missed his friend at the same time as being so hurt by him.
"Hey, Castiel," he muttered softly, shuffling in to flop down into a chair refusing to look at the angel whom he used to call a friend.
"Dean, I wish to express my apologies." Cas's voice was rough and Dean closed his eyes tightly before opening them and looking at his friend. His breath caught in his throat at what he saw. The light surrounding the angel's vessel was whiter then any snowfall he'd ever seen and seemed to pulse and Cas… his eyes… seemed deeper somehow. So old.
"Dean?"
He snapped from his thoughts and shook his head, noticing both Cas and Sammy were looking at him weirdly.
"Sure, Cas.... I forgive you." he muttered, trying not to look at the angel again. He felt pretty good though, better then he had for a while. "Do you know what's wrong with me?"
Cas tilted his head and Dean kicked himself for asking when the angel looked at him like he was speaking in tongues. He stood to go take a shower, not sure how to take the apology, his feelings, and how the angel looked.
"There is nothing wrong with you Dean," the angel said to his back. Dean rolled his eyes and shot a dirty look to Sammy warning the little shit not to say anything, and headed up to take a shower. If the angel wanted to play stupid then he'd pretend everything was fine and try not to let everything get to him.
Chapter 4
Chapter 3: In which we find things are clusterfucked
Author: Heavenreturned
Pairing: Castiel/Dean/Gabriel eventually
Rating: Current Chapters PG
Words: 1169
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.
Thank you to darkamber for beta'ing
Note: I'm entering NaNoWriMo as is my beta so not sure exactly when another chapter will be out. I'm trying to get chapter 4 written this week and to her asap
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Dean stuck his head out of the bathroom and listened to the ending of Sammy’s phone call. His brother’s colors were tinged with a dark purple signaling he was upset.
“Everything ok, Sammy?” he asked when his brother clicked his phone shut.
Sam frowned and shook his head a bit, “Cas wants us to head to Bobby’s. He said something weird is going on.”
Dean felt his heart drop again, putting the thoughts of reconciling with his angel away. Seemed Cas still wanted nothing to do with him.
“Did he say what.”
At his brother’s exasperated expression he grinned a bit. Yeah it was Cas they were talking about. He watched as Sammy’s colors bled away and sighed, resisting the urge to rub his eyes again.
He still hadn’t spilled the beans about the things he had been seeing, and he’d realized it extended past colors. Sometimes he caught a glimpse of a Reaper or a Spirit. His back still fucking hurt too. He was sure Cas would know what was going on with him but he hadn’t seen the angel at all.
Reaching up he rubbed at his back, quickly dropping it as his brother eyed him curiously. He shrugged a shoulder, he’d had a lot worse. He also had finally accepted the fact that it seemed like he was a freak like his brother.
Grumbling he tugged on his shirt and began tossing things into his duffle; if Cas wanted them he could fucking find them himself. He wasn’t going to follow the douche bag around. Besides, they still had a hunt to wrap up here.
“Cas can wait, c’mon Sammy. Things to hunt and bones to burn.”
Without glancing back at Sammy he threw his duffle over his shoulder and headed out to the Impala.
***
He yelled out hoarsely as he was thrown back into the metal beam, the simple salt and burn and haunting had turned to hell. Instead he was face to face with a demon and no idea where Sammy was.
It was strange but his freakishness had come into play perfectly, as soon as he'd seen the girl appear in the doorway he'd immediately known that she was not a she but an it. Not only was the aura blackest black but there was just a horrible sense of wrongness in the air.
They'd tussled a good 10 minutes and he was getting exhausted; he'd drawn blood and had it drawn from him. Nothing life threatening but fuck was it getting annoying. His breathe caught in his throat as he was grabbed by the neck and shoved roughly back into the wall, his already sore back smacking painfully into the wall.
He shuddered and without another thought began to chant the exorcism he now knew by heart, for some reason it felt more powerful then usual and as he shoved the demon away roughly he swore he saw the a momentary falter.
He quickly shoved the demon up against the wall, pinning it there and staring into the dark eyes as he finished the exorcism and then grinned triumphantly as the demon erupted from the poor girl it was possessing in a burst of smoke and screaming.
Staggering to the floor he pressed his fingers to her neck, breathing out a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse beneath his finger tips. He sighed and arched his back, hissing in pain as his back screamed in agony.
Glancing up he was relieved when Sammy burst into the room, gun ready.
"Got the spook Sammy?"
Sam nodded and hoisted his brother up to his feet next to him, arm around his shoulders.
"Dean? What happened?"
"Demon, tried to grab me Sammy. Dunno why. It was quiet about the whole thing. Said I was 'special' and it wanted me to take a trip with it."
Dean sighed roughly and slumped against his brother. He was in agony and the room was spinning; suddenly he was burning up again. He had a vague thought but as the floor rose up to meet him it was replaced by blackness.
He was floating in warmth and light, he purred lowly as someone stroked his hair softly and hummed to him. He whimpered and buried his face further into the softness he was nestled in as a hand gently ran down his pained back putting all the soreness at ease.
For the first time in a long time he felt relaxed and at ease and peaceful and he felt his body release tension he hadn't known had built up. The hand was gentle on his back, soothing the nonstop ache and as whoever was with him started singing gently he let himself drif back to sleep.
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He stretched, sighing in relief as he was met with none of the usual pain he'd been experiencing lately. Slowly opening his eyes he was met with the site of Bobby's guest room. He groaned and rolled over; he could just imagine Sammy freaking the hell out and driving like a bat out of hell to get him to what he thought was safety.
Groaning he rolled out of bed and to his feet, not bothering to even put on clean clothes he shuffled to the stairs and down towards the kitchen. He paused in the doorway watching Sam fuss with his food and flinched when Cas's blue eyes snapped to meet his gaze.
He dropped his gaze; he'd missed his friend at the same time as being so hurt by him.
"Hey, Castiel," he muttered softly, shuffling in to flop down into a chair refusing to look at the angel whom he used to call a friend.
"Dean, I wish to express my apologies." Cas's voice was rough and Dean closed his eyes tightly before opening them and looking at his friend. His breath caught in his throat at what he saw. The light surrounding the angel's vessel was whiter then any snowfall he'd ever seen and seemed to pulse and Cas… his eyes… seemed deeper somehow. So old.
"Dean?"
He snapped from his thoughts and shook his head, noticing both Cas and Sammy were looking at him weirdly.
"Sure, Cas.... I forgive you." he muttered, trying not to look at the angel again. He felt pretty good though, better then he had for a while. "Do you know what's wrong with me?"
Cas tilted his head and Dean kicked himself for asking when the angel looked at him like he was speaking in tongues. He stood to go take a shower, not sure how to take the apology, his feelings, and how the angel looked.
"There is nothing wrong with you Dean," the angel said to his back. Dean rolled his eyes and shot a dirty look to Sammy warning the little shit not to say anything, and headed up to take a shower. If the angel wanted to play stupid then he'd pretend everything was fine and try not to let everything get to him.
Chapter 4