The Beginning of the End (5/?)
Title: The Beginning of the End (5/?)
Author: prettypsycho
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Word Count: 2,324
Summary: Lucifer is risen and the end is nigh. That’s not a wacko with a sandwich board ‘end is nigh’ it’s a literal. The angels aren’t helping; the Devil wants them dead, even Chuck’s prophecies are on the fritz. When all you can rely on is each other bonds become deeper than you ever imagined.
Disclaimer: Not mine unfortunately. Wish they were then I could watch angel/man naughtiness whenever I wanted. But alas they belong to Kripke and co.
Spoilers: Season 4.
Warnings: Language for this part. Hurt!Cas, general angsting, feelings of boy love.
Notes: OMG I am soooo sorry it took this long to post this next part, my kid is off school for the summer and is driving me totally bat shit crazy. Not to mention I am currently in a caravan in North Wales holding my laptop in the air trying to get a net signal through the damn mountains in order to get on line at all lol.
So this is the second half of part 4 really, but I’m posting it as 5 anyway cos 4.5 etc gets confusing, and though you probably wouldn’t get lost, I almost certainly would.
The Beginning of the End (5/?)
Dean was unsure how much time had passed between Bobby leaving the room and returning with Sam. It felt like hours since Castiel had responded to him for the first and last time since they had arrived here. Every second that he gazed at Castiel’s prone and broken form laying motionless and feverish on Bobby’s bed dragged out, making him feel as though he was running on Hell’s clock again, but he knew that it could only be five minutes, maybe ten at most before Bobby walked back into the room and handed him a box full of medical supplies, Sam trailing behind him an air of nervousness about him which Dean chose to, for now, ignore.
“No change?” Bobby asked the question more because it was what he felt he was supposed to say, than any real expectation that of a change in the angel’s status.
He was surprised therefore when Dean answered “I don’t know, has he ever responded to you when you spoke to him?” Dean tried to keep the hopeful tone from his voice, but he got little success for his effort.
Bobby looked down at the floor feeling slightly uneasy, he had witnessed first hand how close the bond between Dean and the angel was becoming and didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t actually spoken that much to Castiel, because what the hell do you say to an freaking angel who met you once and knocked you out? Instead he shrugged, “Can’t say that he has, why? Did he wake up while I was gone?”
Dean’s shoulder’s fell a little as he took the scissors from the medical kit and began removing the bandages from Castiel’s chest. “No, but he moved… kind of. It was like he was trying to squeeze my hand I guess.” He knew that Bobby had seen the way he was acting before he left, he wasn’t an idiot. Just like he knew that Sam would put two and two together pretty quickly and figure it out for himself, but he would just have to deal with Sam later, right now making Castiel well again was priority one.
It seemed that Sam was a little slower on the uptake than Dean had thought. Either that or he was pretending to be and hoping that he was wrong.
Sam looked down at his brother with confusion, “Well if he could figure out where your hand was and reach for it he must have been awake right?” Unless his brother had been holding Castiel’s hand at the time which he thought was a pretty ridiculous notion until he noticed Dean looking guiltily away, the red blush rising up his neck noticeable even in the dim light. Sam felt something contract in his chest a second before he realised what it was, anger. After all the shit Dean had given him over screwing around with Ruby and he was getting up close and personal with a freaking angel, did he want to get thrown back in the pit? He was about to voice his anger and concern when he heard Bobby cough and looked up to see him giving him a pointedly warning glance.
Sam shook his head, telling his brother what a monumental fuck up he was making of everything could wait, Bobby was right, business first. “So are we sure that it’s Castiel and not Jimmy?” He asked, hoping that no one could tell how much he hoped it was the latter. He knew that it was selfish but he could live without getting smote. Plus the absence of Castiel would probably, going on recent evidence, be much better for his brothers’ soul in the long run, if not his emotional well being right now.
Dean merely shook his head in response, as if it were the most ridiculous question he could have asked. Irritated, Sam snapped, “Well its possible Dean. Have you ever heard of an angel getting sick? For that matter why is he still bleeding? You stabbed Castiel in the heart and the dude didn’t even flinch.”
Dean managed to do the impossible and look both defeated and determined at the same time. “I don’t know Sammy; I just know that it’s him.”
“Oh yeah… How, Dean?” He knew that he was pulling his bitch face,
but no way was he going to let his brother ‘Sammy’ his way out of this, he wanted to know what the hell was going on here.
Dean sighed deeply as he pealed the bandage back from Castiel’s wound, wincing in sympathy as he saw the deep carve of the symbol that still marked the obviously tender reddened skin surrounding it. “I don’t know how I know okay, I just do.”
“Yeah well that’s not good enough Dean.” Sam raised his voice, determined to make his brother see sense, unfortunately when he got pissed he tended to not think about what he was saying, especially when the person he was pissed at was Dean. “If it is Jimmy, he needs to get to a hospital, not lie here burning up while you delude yourself that you’re holding your angels hand like some dutiful wife.”
For the first time since entering the bedroom Dean found him self able to fully take his gaze from Castiel and rounded on Sam. He saw his brother flinch slightly before staring him down and didn’t even want to imagine the look of shear fury that marked his features right now. Unsure if it was because Sam had hit so close to home with his actions towards Castiel, or because he couldn’t believe how cold and frankly ungrateful he was being he chose to react to the latter option. “What the hell is your problem Sam? Why are you so set on Cas being dead huh?” He stood and walked around the bed getting in Sam’s face, “Do you have any idea how much we owe Castiel? How much you owe him? “
Sam squared his shoulders, “How the hell do I owe him? All he ever did was show up and hand out heavens orders.”
Forcing himself to relax the fists he realised were curling at his sides, and to resist the urge to plant said fist’s on his brothers’ jaw, Dean spoke through gritted teeth. “Do you know how long Cas was in heaven before this shit started Sam? Because I don’t, I can’t even imagine, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say he was pretty happy doing whatever it is they do up there when the apocalypse isn’t coming, Shit for all I know he was sitting on a cloud in a pretty white dress and Birkenstocks playing a damn harp, until he got the shit end of the stick in the celestial lottery and got sent to save me. Every time I give a damn about anybody it goes to hell, fuck, most of the time they go to hell and I will not add him to that list you hear me? The only reason he’s here now, like this, is because I asked him to help me save you. If you’d listened to me, to the damn angel’s and just stopped with your freaky demon mojo shit, none of this would be happening, and you can plead ‘revenge’ as your motivation all you want Sam, but we both know that you spent a hell of a lot of time this past year thinking with your down stairs brain, you saw the pretty package and didn’t give a fuck about the hell bitch riding it and now Lucifer’s free, the whole world is basically screwed and Cas, if he even lives is cut off from everything he’s ever known. So yes Sam I’m gonna take care of him, because we’re all he’s got now and it’s our damn fault. Now tell me again that you don’t owe him.”
Sam’s breath caught in his throat, he should have known that it was too much to expect dean to forgive him for everything he had done, he couldn’t even forgive himself, but to have it all thrown back in his face when it was still so raw was almost too much, pushing past his brother he made for the door only getting half way before Bobby stated, “And where the Hell do you think you’re going?” Sam looked up at Bobby considering just walking out; the look on his old friends face along with his words put pay to that notion pretty quickly. “Don’t make me restrain you again boy, we got work to do here. When you girls are done tearing each other apart maybe we can figure out what the hells going on.”
Sam sighed and leant back against the dresser, “Sorry Bobby. What do we know?”
Bobby nodded, grateful for the respect he seemed to get from two of the most stubborn son’s of bitches he’d ever had the misfortune of calling family. “Well for one thing we know that it’s definitely Castiel we’ve got here.” Off of Sam’s doubtful look he motioned to the bed, “That symbol on his chest look a little familiar to you?”
Moving forward Sam studied the markings, “It looks a little like the one Anna used to banish Castiel and Uriel, but something’s different.”
“Yeah,” Bobby replied, “I’m no expert in angel mojo, doubt you’d find anyone who is. Well, anyone willing to help and conscious anyway, but the basic principle of mystic symbols and sigils is the same pretty much everywhere. Take one sigil, change it a little get the opposite effect. My guess, whatever this is, rather than banishing Castiel it bound him to his vessel. Makes sense really, being forced to maintain a human visage has gotta make it easier to control him.”
Sam’s brows drew together, his annoyance with his brother and the pain of his words momentarily passing as he latched onto the prospect of a mystery to solve. “What about Jimmy? Is he still in there?”
“God I hope not.” Bobby answered, off of Sam’s chastising and shocked look he continued, “Well think about it genius, if Castiel can’t muster up enough power to stop the bleeding, what do you think the chances are of him keeping that poor schmuck sedated through this?”
Sam managed to look sheepish; he hadn’t thought of that, “So how do we help him?”
Without thinking Bobby quipped back, “How the hell should I know, I tried borders but they were all out the Grey’s Anatomy - Celestial Edition.” Seeing the pained look on Dean’s face as he re-dressed the wound, he continued more sympathetically, “Way I figure the best we can do is take care of the human body, so Castiel can concentrate on healing the angelic one.” He reached out a clasped Dean’s shoulder again, “I wish we could do more but that’s all I got. I’ll keep looking into it but I doubt I’ll find much.” He paused looking between the two brothers, “so you wanna tell us what the hell happened?”
It was a statement more than a question and Dean nodded, filling Sam and Bobby in on everything that had happened from the time he was zapped from Bobby’s house to heaven’s green room, to the moment Ruby slammed the door on him in the convent. Sam looked more than a little awed, “So what, he just banished his boss and faced down an archangel, for…” he tried to find another word but couldn’t “You?”
Dean shifted uncomfortably “I’m not sure there’s much ‘just’ about it Sam but pretty much yeah.” He wanted to believe that Castiel had sacrificed himself for the greater good but he knew better, He had made it clear that he didn’t see much worth saving in humanity as it was and Dean knew deep down that it had been for his belief and convictions and not the angels own that he had done what he did. It was a knowledge that made him both cold with self loathing and warm with something that he was scared to define. Turning his attention to the wound in Castiel’s leg he lifted the sheet from the bottom up, for some reason unwilling to expose the angel any more than necessary. He wasn’t even sure that angel’s had any sense of modesty about their vessels practically naked form, and Bobby had already seen it, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Cutting away the bandage, He noticed that the deep puncture in Castiel’s thigh which Bobby had expertly stitched, he knew from experience that it must hurt like a bitch. “I can take care of him, can you two recheck everything? Every book, every website, we aren’t losing him.”
Bobby smiled softly, “Sure thing son, come on Sam.” He walked towards the door, Sam looked as if he was going to argue for a second before thinking better of it and he followed Bobby from the room.
Alone once more with Castiel, Dean reached for a fresh bandage for his leg and gazed at the angel’s unconscious face. His brows were still knitted slightly and his lips were parted just a little. Dean had meant what he had said, they were not going to lose him, they couldn’t, he couldn’t. Swallowing hard he finally allowed himself to put a label on the way he was feeling, unable to find the strength of will to hold it back any longer. He had only felt this once before, years ago, strangely enough with another Cas. As much as it terrified him and as wrong as it was, as much as he wanted to deny it he knew he couldn’t, somewhere down the line he fallen for Castiel. He didn’t know what to do with the emotions coursing through him other than to be so very sorry that Castiel had come so close, if in a different context, to falling for him.
*****
Right so yeah Cas still not awake, next time I promise, just had to get dean to have his little revelation first. Would have kept writing but I’m on holiday folks and the beach is calling, what do you want from me? Lol
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Author: prettypsycho
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Word Count: 2,324
Summary: Lucifer is risen and the end is nigh. That’s not a wacko with a sandwich board ‘end is nigh’ it’s a literal. The angels aren’t helping; the Devil wants them dead, even Chuck’s prophecies are on the fritz. When all you can rely on is each other bonds become deeper than you ever imagined.
Disclaimer: Not mine unfortunately. Wish they were then I could watch angel/man naughtiness whenever I wanted. But alas they belong to Kripke and co.
Spoilers: Season 4.
Warnings: Language for this part. Hurt!Cas, general angsting, feelings of boy love.
Notes: OMG I am soooo sorry it took this long to post this next part, my kid is off school for the summer and is driving me totally bat shit crazy. Not to mention I am currently in a caravan in North Wales holding my laptop in the air trying to get a net signal through the damn mountains in order to get on line at all lol.
So this is the second half of part 4 really, but I’m posting it as 5 anyway cos 4.5 etc gets confusing, and though you probably wouldn’t get lost, I almost certainly would.
The Beginning of the End (5/?)
Dean was unsure how much time had passed between Bobby leaving the room and returning with Sam. It felt like hours since Castiel had responded to him for the first and last time since they had arrived here. Every second that he gazed at Castiel’s prone and broken form laying motionless and feverish on Bobby’s bed dragged out, making him feel as though he was running on Hell’s clock again, but he knew that it could only be five minutes, maybe ten at most before Bobby walked back into the room and handed him a box full of medical supplies, Sam trailing behind him an air of nervousness about him which Dean chose to, for now, ignore.
“No change?” Bobby asked the question more because it was what he felt he was supposed to say, than any real expectation that of a change in the angel’s status.
He was surprised therefore when Dean answered “I don’t know, has he ever responded to you when you spoke to him?” Dean tried to keep the hopeful tone from his voice, but he got little success for his effort.
Bobby looked down at the floor feeling slightly uneasy, he had witnessed first hand how close the bond between Dean and the angel was becoming and didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t actually spoken that much to Castiel, because what the hell do you say to an freaking angel who met you once and knocked you out? Instead he shrugged, “Can’t say that he has, why? Did he wake up while I was gone?”
Dean’s shoulder’s fell a little as he took the scissors from the medical kit and began removing the bandages from Castiel’s chest. “No, but he moved… kind of. It was like he was trying to squeeze my hand I guess.” He knew that Bobby had seen the way he was acting before he left, he wasn’t an idiot. Just like he knew that Sam would put two and two together pretty quickly and figure it out for himself, but he would just have to deal with Sam later, right now making Castiel well again was priority one.
It seemed that Sam was a little slower on the uptake than Dean had thought. Either that or he was pretending to be and hoping that he was wrong.
Sam looked down at his brother with confusion, “Well if he could figure out where your hand was and reach for it he must have been awake right?” Unless his brother had been holding Castiel’s hand at the time which he thought was a pretty ridiculous notion until he noticed Dean looking guiltily away, the red blush rising up his neck noticeable even in the dim light. Sam felt something contract in his chest a second before he realised what it was, anger. After all the shit Dean had given him over screwing around with Ruby and he was getting up close and personal with a freaking angel, did he want to get thrown back in the pit? He was about to voice his anger and concern when he heard Bobby cough and looked up to see him giving him a pointedly warning glance.
Sam shook his head, telling his brother what a monumental fuck up he was making of everything could wait, Bobby was right, business first. “So are we sure that it’s Castiel and not Jimmy?” He asked, hoping that no one could tell how much he hoped it was the latter. He knew that it was selfish but he could live without getting smote. Plus the absence of Castiel would probably, going on recent evidence, be much better for his brothers’ soul in the long run, if not his emotional well being right now.
Dean merely shook his head in response, as if it were the most ridiculous question he could have asked. Irritated, Sam snapped, “Well its possible Dean. Have you ever heard of an angel getting sick? For that matter why is he still bleeding? You stabbed Castiel in the heart and the dude didn’t even flinch.”
Dean managed to do the impossible and look both defeated and determined at the same time. “I don’t know Sammy; I just know that it’s him.”
“Oh yeah… How, Dean?” He knew that he was pulling his bitch face,
but no way was he going to let his brother ‘Sammy’ his way out of this, he wanted to know what the hell was going on here.
Dean sighed deeply as he pealed the bandage back from Castiel’s wound, wincing in sympathy as he saw the deep carve of the symbol that still marked the obviously tender reddened skin surrounding it. “I don’t know how I know okay, I just do.”
“Yeah well that’s not good enough Dean.” Sam raised his voice, determined to make his brother see sense, unfortunately when he got pissed he tended to not think about what he was saying, especially when the person he was pissed at was Dean. “If it is Jimmy, he needs to get to a hospital, not lie here burning up while you delude yourself that you’re holding your angels hand like some dutiful wife.”
For the first time since entering the bedroom Dean found him self able to fully take his gaze from Castiel and rounded on Sam. He saw his brother flinch slightly before staring him down and didn’t even want to imagine the look of shear fury that marked his features right now. Unsure if it was because Sam had hit so close to home with his actions towards Castiel, or because he couldn’t believe how cold and frankly ungrateful he was being he chose to react to the latter option. “What the hell is your problem Sam? Why are you so set on Cas being dead huh?” He stood and walked around the bed getting in Sam’s face, “Do you have any idea how much we owe Castiel? How much you owe him? “
Sam squared his shoulders, “How the hell do I owe him? All he ever did was show up and hand out heavens orders.”
Forcing himself to relax the fists he realised were curling at his sides, and to resist the urge to plant said fist’s on his brothers’ jaw, Dean spoke through gritted teeth. “Do you know how long Cas was in heaven before this shit started Sam? Because I don’t, I can’t even imagine, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say he was pretty happy doing whatever it is they do up there when the apocalypse isn’t coming, Shit for all I know he was sitting on a cloud in a pretty white dress and Birkenstocks playing a damn harp, until he got the shit end of the stick in the celestial lottery and got sent to save me. Every time I give a damn about anybody it goes to hell, fuck, most of the time they go to hell and I will not add him to that list you hear me? The only reason he’s here now, like this, is because I asked him to help me save you. If you’d listened to me, to the damn angel’s and just stopped with your freaky demon mojo shit, none of this would be happening, and you can plead ‘revenge’ as your motivation all you want Sam, but we both know that you spent a hell of a lot of time this past year thinking with your down stairs brain, you saw the pretty package and didn’t give a fuck about the hell bitch riding it and now Lucifer’s free, the whole world is basically screwed and Cas, if he even lives is cut off from everything he’s ever known. So yes Sam I’m gonna take care of him, because we’re all he’s got now and it’s our damn fault. Now tell me again that you don’t owe him.”
Sam’s breath caught in his throat, he should have known that it was too much to expect dean to forgive him for everything he had done, he couldn’t even forgive himself, but to have it all thrown back in his face when it was still so raw was almost too much, pushing past his brother he made for the door only getting half way before Bobby stated, “And where the Hell do you think you’re going?” Sam looked up at Bobby considering just walking out; the look on his old friends face along with his words put pay to that notion pretty quickly. “Don’t make me restrain you again boy, we got work to do here. When you girls are done tearing each other apart maybe we can figure out what the hells going on.”
Sam sighed and leant back against the dresser, “Sorry Bobby. What do we know?”
Bobby nodded, grateful for the respect he seemed to get from two of the most stubborn son’s of bitches he’d ever had the misfortune of calling family. “Well for one thing we know that it’s definitely Castiel we’ve got here.” Off of Sam’s doubtful look he motioned to the bed, “That symbol on his chest look a little familiar to you?”
Moving forward Sam studied the markings, “It looks a little like the one Anna used to banish Castiel and Uriel, but something’s different.”
“Yeah,” Bobby replied, “I’m no expert in angel mojo, doubt you’d find anyone who is. Well, anyone willing to help and conscious anyway, but the basic principle of mystic symbols and sigils is the same pretty much everywhere. Take one sigil, change it a little get the opposite effect. My guess, whatever this is, rather than banishing Castiel it bound him to his vessel. Makes sense really, being forced to maintain a human visage has gotta make it easier to control him.”
Sam’s brows drew together, his annoyance with his brother and the pain of his words momentarily passing as he latched onto the prospect of a mystery to solve. “What about Jimmy? Is he still in there?”
“God I hope not.” Bobby answered, off of Sam’s chastising and shocked look he continued, “Well think about it genius, if Castiel can’t muster up enough power to stop the bleeding, what do you think the chances are of him keeping that poor schmuck sedated through this?”
Sam managed to look sheepish; he hadn’t thought of that, “So how do we help him?”
Without thinking Bobby quipped back, “How the hell should I know, I tried borders but they were all out the Grey’s Anatomy - Celestial Edition.” Seeing the pained look on Dean’s face as he re-dressed the wound, he continued more sympathetically, “Way I figure the best we can do is take care of the human body, so Castiel can concentrate on healing the angelic one.” He reached out a clasped Dean’s shoulder again, “I wish we could do more but that’s all I got. I’ll keep looking into it but I doubt I’ll find much.” He paused looking between the two brothers, “so you wanna tell us what the hell happened?”
It was a statement more than a question and Dean nodded, filling Sam and Bobby in on everything that had happened from the time he was zapped from Bobby’s house to heaven’s green room, to the moment Ruby slammed the door on him in the convent. Sam looked more than a little awed, “So what, he just banished his boss and faced down an archangel, for…” he tried to find another word but couldn’t “You?”
Dean shifted uncomfortably “I’m not sure there’s much ‘just’ about it Sam but pretty much yeah.” He wanted to believe that Castiel had sacrificed himself for the greater good but he knew better, He had made it clear that he didn’t see much worth saving in humanity as it was and Dean knew deep down that it had been for his belief and convictions and not the angels own that he had done what he did. It was a knowledge that made him both cold with self loathing and warm with something that he was scared to define. Turning his attention to the wound in Castiel’s leg he lifted the sheet from the bottom up, for some reason unwilling to expose the angel any more than necessary. He wasn’t even sure that angel’s had any sense of modesty about their vessels practically naked form, and Bobby had already seen it, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Cutting away the bandage, He noticed that the deep puncture in Castiel’s thigh which Bobby had expertly stitched, he knew from experience that it must hurt like a bitch. “I can take care of him, can you two recheck everything? Every book, every website, we aren’t losing him.”
Bobby smiled softly, “Sure thing son, come on Sam.” He walked towards the door, Sam looked as if he was going to argue for a second before thinking better of it and he followed Bobby from the room.
Alone once more with Castiel, Dean reached for a fresh bandage for his leg and gazed at the angel’s unconscious face. His brows were still knitted slightly and his lips were parted just a little. Dean had meant what he had said, they were not going to lose him, they couldn’t, he couldn’t. Swallowing hard he finally allowed himself to put a label on the way he was feeling, unable to find the strength of will to hold it back any longer. He had only felt this once before, years ago, strangely enough with another Cas. As much as it terrified him and as wrong as it was, as much as he wanted to deny it he knew he couldn’t, somewhere down the line he fallen for Castiel. He didn’t know what to do with the emotions coursing through him other than to be so very sorry that Castiel had come so close, if in a different context, to falling for him.
*****
Right so yeah Cas still not awake, next time I promise, just had to get dean to have his little revelation first. Would have kept writing but I’m on holiday folks and the beach is calling, what do you want from me? Lol
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