[Fic] Coda - Episdode 9.09
Title: Miracles
Author: StolenChilde
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Kripke and Co.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Coda, Spoilers, angst
Pairings/Characters: Gen; Dean Winchester, Kevin Tran, Castiel
Timeline/Spoilers: Major spoiler for 9.09 - follows directly after that episode.
Word Count: 630
Summary: Dean doesn’t give in.
Author’s Notes: Seriously, that was the end of the episode? Seriously?! I refuse to accept it. Adamantly, not until I have cold hard proof. This is my response.
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Miracles
“Kevin… Kevin…” Dean stared in disbelief at the body on the floor. Burnt out eyes, the open mouth locked forever in fear. This was Dean’s fault. All his fault. He made one piss poor decision after another and this was the result. Another body on his conscience but not just anybody. This was Kevin - the guy, who despite all odds, managed to squeeze his way into Dean’s circle as family - as another brother. Kevin who had gone to the mat for them despite his fears his uncertainties. Dear God, he was only twenty-years-old.
“Kev,” Dean whispered, his voice broken and raw, his face damp.
How many more would have to fall for the Winchesters? How many more sacrifices would he have to carry around? And here he was with one more, perhaps the heaviest of all the burdens because Kevin was innocent. Perfectly innocent. Thrust into this without ever being given the option. Just a kid who was unlucky enough to be a fucking prophet of the Lord.
Kevin gone. Charlie away. Garth missing. Sam in the wind and Cas-
“Cas!”
His grace, he had said he got his grace back. Or some grace anyway. Right now Dean didn’t give a fuck how he got it or why because the one person he needed right now. The person he always needed the most aside from his brother could come and could help. If he could hear. Dean prayed that he could hear. He put every single ounce of everything he ever needed into the next word.
“Cas.”
They would deal with Sam. They would get him back because Dean adamantly refused to believe that Zeke - or whoever the hell he was - had been telling the truth. Sam wasn’t gone because Sam couldn’t be gone. He was just stuck and that was Dean’s fault too but right now, he couldn’t fix that. Right now. Oh God, if he was still up there or even anywhere. God please.
“Castiel!”
“Dean!” Castiel appeared, dirty, tired his suit soaked in blood that Dean couldn’t even think about right now but he was free from cuts, marks or bruises. He had been tortured but he was healed. That alone was enough to give Dean hope.
Dean didn’t even care that he was outright crying now because this was Cas and Cas had seen him at his worse. His very worse just as he’d seen the same of Cas. And this was Kevin, if ever an innocent who deserved to be saved, it was Kevin.
“Cas, please,” Dean whispered and that’s all he needed to say.
Castiel looked over, his eyes widened his face went white but he dropped to his knees immediately and placed his hand on Kevin’s forehead. His face was tight as he concentrated, eyes squeezed shut and for a second Dean’s heart pounded as he worried that Cas couldn’t do it. That it was too late but then the light flared and burned and with a gasp Kevin breathed and opened his perfectly intact eyes.
Dean just stared, so, so grateful which immediately changed to concern when Castiel collapsed on the floor - out cold. Dean rushed to his side, felt the angel’s body frantically, placed his ear to Castiel’s chest listening for a heartbeat not being bothered with more traditional sources for a pulse when he could get it right from the source. When he heard the gentle thump, thump he closed his eyes and sagged across Castiel’s chest. He reached out blindly and squeezed Kevin’s shoulder before letting his hand slide off.
Then he just sat there, ear pressed against the angel, half on top of him.
In that moment, Dean believed in miracles again - perhaps for the first time ever - and that was all he needed to know that he’d be getting Sam back.
End