Ice of Oblivion Chapter 10
Title: Ice of Oblivion Chapter 10/24
Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 10
When Castiel’s numbness settled he was in the Castle’s infirmary, steadily receiving power from his brother, Gabriel. He looked at his brother dazed and frowned; he thought he’d left much earlier for home. It looked like he’d stuck around, much to Castiel’s relief.
When Gabriel realized he was awake, he sent Castiel a sarcastic smile that commonly made him roll his eyes. “Good morning, little brother,” He said, sounding way too chipper for such a depressing Castiel.
The room was littered with white beds full of indisposed hunters and at least one angel; all were alive as far as Castiel could tell but they were as still as limp and still as vegetables. The early morning sun was streaming through the windows and falling onto their comatose faces and all over the pure whiteness of the room; it was morning all right, but far from good.
“How long have I been… away?” Castiel asked slowly, fearing the answer.
Gabriel shrugged. “Less than a day, which is pretty good for someone who disqualified as much energy as you did yesterday - if you know what I mean.”
Energy. Castiel moaned throatily and he really stopped to feel his brother’s powers flowing through him. It was an intoxicating sensation if he’d ever felt one and he leaned into his brother’s arm, trying to force him to give in more energy. He was going to need it; he already felt a lot stronger than he had a day ago when he was first brought here but he was not normal yet and that was what he wanted, desperately.
“I apologize, I didn’t think yesterday out completely. I went with my heart rather than my head.”
Gabriel chuckled and shrugged. “Oh well, you did manage to save you boyfriend’s life without hurting yourself too bad.”
Castiel cringed at the words ‘boyfriend’ but didn’t bother correcting him. He just bit his bottom lip and looked down into his lap. “Yes, you’re right.”
“You see, Castiel. The trick is not forcing all of your energy into someone at one time. You have to do it in tiny little bursts so that your body can adjust,” Gabriel explained, half mocking and half serious.
Castiel nodded. “I’ve never had to do anything like that before.”
Gabriel exhaled sharply and pulled his hands away from Castiel’s arms and backed up, stretching his hand. “Give me a second, I need some regrouping time.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t expect you to try to heal me completely today. I just need to rest a while and I’ll be back to normal.”
Gabriel nodded affirmatively and frowned, placing his hand back on Castiel’s upper arm and spilling his energy back inside. Castiel moaned and smiled; spending time with his brother was much simpler and apparently beneficial compared to time spent with Dean. It was a harsh thought, but a true one still. Dean was complicated, very complicated and potentially hurtful.
“You know, you should pay more attention to what I’m doing. You’ll be doing the same thing over and over again to keep your boytoy alive for the next couple of years.”
Castiel shook his head and looked around the room remembering that they weren’t alone in the room, leaned up so that he could whisper. “He’s not my… I’m not staying here any longer.”
Gabriel looked mildly shocked but he chuckled to hide it. “Oh really? How long are you going to stick to that? About a year maybe two?”
Castiel ignored his statement and continued musing. “I realized you were right when you said I should get away from here and discontinue my relationship with Dean. It’s detrimental and distracting.”
“Wow, you actually listened to me. I’m shocked.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and turned away from his brother, focusing on the many injured faces around him. He felt the slightest bit of pity for each of their problems; they didn’t all deserve to have their faces burned off or to have their arms or legs truncated. They didn’t all deserve to be on the verge of death. Regardless though, there was only pity inside of Castiel’s heart and that felt pretty good.
But, just to think back to Dean’s blood covered face and the shallow movements of his chest Castiel felt his heart clench and his eyes sting like needles. He could not live this way.
“I’m going to resign into myself if I can’t learn to control these human emotions soon.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “You’ll learn to control them soon enough, hell even some humans have schooled themselves enough to get rid of emotion.”
“That’s not the point Gabriel. They’re getting dangerous; I was cut for the first time in a battle from a lowly distinctively weak demon with a hand knife. I had one of them in my grip and I just let him go… all because my only thought yesterday was Dean. He was all I could think about and that cost me.” Castiel rambled with a dazed but irritated expression on his face.
Gabriel nodded and then slapped Castiel on the back of the head. “Let’s just leave if you’re so ready to get rid of those nasty feelings.” Gabriel insisted.
Castiel looked at Gabriel stricken. “No, we can’t leave yet. We have to tell Dean.”
Gabriel looked at him as if his brain power dropped to less than one percent. “You’re about to abandon him, what the hell do you want to say to him?”
“Abandon?” Castiel asked. The word was rather harsh wasn’t it? But, it was true. He couldn’t think of a way to sugarcoat it. He knew abandonments were for cowards and he was a coward. “I just want him to understand why I’m leaving; I don’t want him to have any questions.”
“Whatever little bro.”
“Do you know where he is currently?”
Gabriel tipped his head to the very end of the infirmary room; there was a relatively private room at the very end, one that Castiel often frequented when he went on his personal tours of the castle. Typically there would be someone of great importance inside and most of the time they knew the Winchester family personally. They were usually intelligent, well-educated and witty. Castiel spent most of his time talking about Dean to them, though.
Instead of all any intelligent, well-educated or witty noble in there was an intelligent, well-educated and witty Prince that Castiel happened to love with all his heart. He had to speak to him about his decision; he would be as honest as possible and break ties with the one human who had enough power over him to make him feel human as well.
Castiel shakily removed himself from the bed he was sitting on and walked toward the room, determinately. He arrived there in seconds and the funniest thing happened, as soon as his hand graced the door knob he couldn’t move. He wanted to march in there and tell Dean what was what; he wanted to tell him how weak he was feeling and how much love flooded through his veins every second of every day.
But he was worried. He knew Dean; he knew Dean as well as he knew the black wings that tore through his back. That boy would hold his hand, hug him, smile at him or worse- look at him with those big juicy eyes and beg Castiel to stay. Castiel’s love for him would prevent him from budging. He would be forced to spend the rest of his life with the weight of the Dean’s love on his shoulder and the constant fear of someone wishing to take that love away.
Castiel’s hand slipped off of the door knob and he turned around to see his brother standing there with his arms crossed and he small smirk playing on his lips.
“Chickened out, huh?”
Castiel shook his head and his eyes fell to the ground beneath his feet. “I just really want to go home.”
His coward status was just rising and he knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to break Dean’s heart to his face. Castiel was always known for his bluntness; now he was afraid to say the wrong thing.
He really wanted to go home.
He wanted to forget Dean and forget their love. He wanted to run away and live the rest of Dean’s life in seclusion, or at least until he could breathe again…
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Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 10
When Castiel’s numbness settled he was in the Castle’s infirmary, steadily receiving power from his brother, Gabriel. He looked at his brother dazed and frowned; he thought he’d left much earlier for home. It looked like he’d stuck around, much to Castiel’s relief.
When Gabriel realized he was awake, he sent Castiel a sarcastic smile that commonly made him roll his eyes. “Good morning, little brother,” He said, sounding way too chipper for such a depressing Castiel.
The room was littered with white beds full of indisposed hunters and at least one angel; all were alive as far as Castiel could tell but they were as still as limp and still as vegetables. The early morning sun was streaming through the windows and falling onto their comatose faces and all over the pure whiteness of the room; it was morning all right, but far from good.
“How long have I been… away?” Castiel asked slowly, fearing the answer.
Gabriel shrugged. “Less than a day, which is pretty good for someone who disqualified as much energy as you did yesterday - if you know what I mean.”
Energy. Castiel moaned throatily and he really stopped to feel his brother’s powers flowing through him. It was an intoxicating sensation if he’d ever felt one and he leaned into his brother’s arm, trying to force him to give in more energy. He was going to need it; he already felt a lot stronger than he had a day ago when he was first brought here but he was not normal yet and that was what he wanted, desperately.
“I apologize, I didn’t think yesterday out completely. I went with my heart rather than my head.”
Gabriel chuckled and shrugged. “Oh well, you did manage to save you boyfriend’s life without hurting yourself too bad.”
Castiel cringed at the words ‘boyfriend’ but didn’t bother correcting him. He just bit his bottom lip and looked down into his lap. “Yes, you’re right.”
“You see, Castiel. The trick is not forcing all of your energy into someone at one time. You have to do it in tiny little bursts so that your body can adjust,” Gabriel explained, half mocking and half serious.
Castiel nodded. “I’ve never had to do anything like that before.”
Gabriel exhaled sharply and pulled his hands away from Castiel’s arms and backed up, stretching his hand. “Give me a second, I need some regrouping time.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t expect you to try to heal me completely today. I just need to rest a while and I’ll be back to normal.”
Gabriel nodded affirmatively and frowned, placing his hand back on Castiel’s upper arm and spilling his energy back inside. Castiel moaned and smiled; spending time with his brother was much simpler and apparently beneficial compared to time spent with Dean. It was a harsh thought, but a true one still. Dean was complicated, very complicated and potentially hurtful.
“You know, you should pay more attention to what I’m doing. You’ll be doing the same thing over and over again to keep your boytoy alive for the next couple of years.”
Castiel shook his head and looked around the room remembering that they weren’t alone in the room, leaned up so that he could whisper. “He’s not my… I’m not staying here any longer.”
Gabriel looked mildly shocked but he chuckled to hide it. “Oh really? How long are you going to stick to that? About a year maybe two?”
Castiel ignored his statement and continued musing. “I realized you were right when you said I should get away from here and discontinue my relationship with Dean. It’s detrimental and distracting.”
“Wow, you actually listened to me. I’m shocked.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and turned away from his brother, focusing on the many injured faces around him. He felt the slightest bit of pity for each of their problems; they didn’t all deserve to have their faces burned off or to have their arms or legs truncated. They didn’t all deserve to be on the verge of death. Regardless though, there was only pity inside of Castiel’s heart and that felt pretty good.
But, just to think back to Dean’s blood covered face and the shallow movements of his chest Castiel felt his heart clench and his eyes sting like needles. He could not live this way.
“I’m going to resign into myself if I can’t learn to control these human emotions soon.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “You’ll learn to control them soon enough, hell even some humans have schooled themselves enough to get rid of emotion.”
“That’s not the point Gabriel. They’re getting dangerous; I was cut for the first time in a battle from a lowly distinctively weak demon with a hand knife. I had one of them in my grip and I just let him go… all because my only thought yesterday was Dean. He was all I could think about and that cost me.” Castiel rambled with a dazed but irritated expression on his face.
Gabriel nodded and then slapped Castiel on the back of the head. “Let’s just leave if you’re so ready to get rid of those nasty feelings.” Gabriel insisted.
Castiel looked at Gabriel stricken. “No, we can’t leave yet. We have to tell Dean.”
Gabriel looked at him as if his brain power dropped to less than one percent. “You’re about to abandon him, what the hell do you want to say to him?”
“Abandon?” Castiel asked. The word was rather harsh wasn’t it? But, it was true. He couldn’t think of a way to sugarcoat it. He knew abandonments were for cowards and he was a coward. “I just want him to understand why I’m leaving; I don’t want him to have any questions.”
“Whatever little bro.”
“Do you know where he is currently?”
Gabriel tipped his head to the very end of the infirmary room; there was a relatively private room at the very end, one that Castiel often frequented when he went on his personal tours of the castle. Typically there would be someone of great importance inside and most of the time they knew the Winchester family personally. They were usually intelligent, well-educated and witty. Castiel spent most of his time talking about Dean to them, though.
Instead of all any intelligent, well-educated or witty noble in there was an intelligent, well-educated and witty Prince that Castiel happened to love with all his heart. He had to speak to him about his decision; he would be as honest as possible and break ties with the one human who had enough power over him to make him feel human as well.
Castiel shakily removed himself from the bed he was sitting on and walked toward the room, determinately. He arrived there in seconds and the funniest thing happened, as soon as his hand graced the door knob he couldn’t move. He wanted to march in there and tell Dean what was what; he wanted to tell him how weak he was feeling and how much love flooded through his veins every second of every day.
But he was worried. He knew Dean; he knew Dean as well as he knew the black wings that tore through his back. That boy would hold his hand, hug him, smile at him or worse- look at him with those big juicy eyes and beg Castiel to stay. Castiel’s love for him would prevent him from budging. He would be forced to spend the rest of his life with the weight of the Dean’s love on his shoulder and the constant fear of someone wishing to take that love away.
Castiel’s hand slipped off of the door knob and he turned around to see his brother standing there with his arms crossed and he small smirk playing on his lips.
“Chickened out, huh?”
Castiel shook his head and his eyes fell to the ground beneath his feet. “I just really want to go home.”
His coward status was just rising and he knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to break Dean’s heart to his face. Castiel was always known for his bluntness; now he was afraid to say the wrong thing.
He really wanted to go home.
He wanted to forget Dean and forget their love. He wanted to run away and live the rest of Dean’s life in seclusion, or at least until he could breathe again…
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