Ice of Oblivion Chapter 12
Title: Ice of Oblivion Chapter 12/24
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 12
The damage done to the Winchester’s territory was ten times worse than anything from the previous massacre… There were dead humans littering the streets all being carried away by family and friends, houses were burnt to the ground and small children and women limped through the streets begging for food. There were many of the Kent’s soldiers riding through the streets with their guns and swords drawn and the angels walked through, some helped people while others searched for more demons.
The Winchester’s castle was no different. Bodies littered the staircases and some of the hallways. But, the most disheartening thing about the massacre were the angels.
Castiel swore to himself that he would never put himself in the position were he would have to witness angel’s under “the curse” again. Not after that fateful day after Resurrectio Gonseprial put nearly thirty angels under it. It took those angels almost three hundred years to awake again and by that time most of them were near the point of being called back to heaven anyway.
It was disappointing and despite their best efforts Castiel and his brothers could not find anything to pull them out again. So, they were left to their fate as were every angel put under the curse thereafter, including the seven who were cursed during the second massacre in Kent.
They found John Winchester in the meeting room and surprisingly sober - without a single bottle of alcohol near him - discussing what happened with a couple dozen of his advisors. He perked up when he saw them enter and stood, patting them both on the shoulder kind of angrily.
“I was wondering when you were going to get here.”
Michael frowned. “The demons didn’t reach the castle until a couple of hours ago.”
John scowled. “And look at all the damage they did.”
“What happened?”
Castiel zoned them both out; he wasn’t really in the mood for any of their diplomatic talk, he wanted to know where the Winchester brothers were. When he found an opening he quickly snuck the question in and John Winchester looked pained because, frankly he didn’t know.
“My soldiers briefings reported that Sam is still in the castle. They’re not sure where Dean is; he must have went out to scout for survivors way before the demons got here.”
Castiel nodded, he was disappointed that he had to wait to see Dean but he knew that if he found Sam he would know where Dean was.
~*~*~*~
After leaving his brothers with John Winchester, Castiel went off to find Sam. If Dean was still missing then there was a chance that Sam knew where he went off to and whether or not he was okay. He did find it weird that Sam was not at his father’s side throughout the whole ordeal; it seemed like the familial thing to do but the three remaining Winchester’s had never seemed like much of a family to begin with.
Castiel found him, or someone who he could only guess was Sam because of his royal clothing and the Winchester emblem on his ring, in the Castle’s kitchens. He looked a lot different than he did the very last time Castiel saw him. But, it was expected. He’d only been nine then and now he was a nineteen year old young man: he seemed to be a lot taller even while sitting down and his hair was longer than before. He was very attractive and last Castiel learned he was betrothed to a woman named Emily. His eyes were downcast and his hands were clenching and unclenching on a small pink cloth, his shoulders quivered and Castiel was not sure he wanted to interrupt his grief.
“Sam Winchester?”
Sam’s whirled around, got out of his chair and in record time he had a gun aimed in the direction of Castiel’s face. Castiel was mildly shocked to even see one of those in Sam’s hand, Dean always told him that he didn’t want Sam to ever fight like he did. He wanted him to be smart and become the best healer in the world. And now, here he was with a gun at Castiel’s chin. Times surely have changed and judging by the intense glare on Sam’s face, not for the better.
Castiel stood rooted in one spot and frowned at Sam.
Sam squinted and peered at Castiel carefully before lowering his gun slowly as the slightest bit of recognition showed on his features. “Castiel?”
Castiel nodded and tried to give same a pleasant look but the guilt at leaving Dean and Sam was still weighing heavily on him, so all he could muster was a shallow twitch of his mouth. “It’s good to see you Sam.”
Sam breathed out a shaky chuckle and Castiel was happy to see that whatever troubles he was previously having seemed to disappear for only a second. “It’s good to see you too. It’s been a while.”
“Yes,” He agreed. The unsettling feelings of awkwardness weighed down their attempt at small talk. It obviously wasn’t the time for that and they both knew it; but Castiel had the feeling that Sam knew just as well as he did that if they started speaking about the happenings of the day they’ll both leave that room more heartbroken than they were when they entered it.
Sam cut his eyes away from the angel in front of him and focused on the pink cloth in his hand; Castiel followed his eyes and examined the cloth closely. It was velvet pink and had golden-stitched embroidery on the outsides, there were finger print smudges from overuse and stains from all sorts of sources - the most prominent was blood.
“That’s a lovely cloth,” Castiel commented awkwardly.
Sam only huffed out a short laugh and then nodded.
“Does it belong to you?”
Sam visibly stiffened and his grip on the cloth tightened; Castiel immediately knew that he asked the wrong question and was about to stir the conversation on to more pressing issues but then Sam spoke.
“No, it’s belongs to Jess.”
Maybe it was the drip of hurt that came out in the slurred response, the way that Sam glanced out the window or the obvious tremor that ran through his body after his proclamation but all Castiel could say was, “I’m so sorry.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah…”
“Dean always told me she was a good friend of yours.”
“The best…”
Castiel’s eyes dropped to the ground and his frown deepened. He was not good with conversations dealing with loss; he didn’t think he could have a relevant conversations about such things. There’s nothing logical about grief - that is something Castiel knew personally- and trying to converse with Sam would probably only make the poor boy feel worse about losing his best friend.
“What happened?”
Sam looked back up at Castiel with clear tears shimmering in his eyes; the angel already felt bad for Sam but it only seemed to get worse as time went on. He and this Jess were clearly closer than Sam was letting on. Sam shrugged and took a seat back on the chair he’d been in at first.
“She died in my room; she was set on fire… I think. I only got in there in time to see her die; Dean was in there with us too but they were taking him away by the time I came in.”
Castiel was at full attention at the mention of his kind of sort of betrothed. So, that’s what happened…Dean had not gone into town to fight more, he was taken away. Anger and worry filled Castiel’s gut and he focused much closer on Sam’s story than he probably would have any other day.
“I didn’t even try to help him; I thought I might have been able to help Jess but-“ Sam sighed brokenly and buried his face into his hands.
Castiel approached him slowly and placed his hand on Sam’s quivering shoulder. He’d done the same thing for Dean when he was four and grieving for the loss of his mother; though it had barely worked in calming him then, he still stuck to his earlier theory that physical contact is one of the best comforts for humans. Sam seemed to have the opposite reaction that his brother had and calmed after a couple of minutes of Castiel’s intended comforting weight on his shoulder.
When Castiel deemed him calm enough, he leaned down and asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
He honestly meant this question, if Sam asked him to go out and hunt down the demon that did this, he would without hesitation but only after he found Dean. Ever since Sam told him that Dean was kidnapped, his heart continued to beat sporadically. Those demons could be doing anything to him at that very moment: torture, murder or worse… he needed to alert John and his brothers of this new development. He still didn’t know why Sam had not, but he didn’t dwell for long on that mystery.
Sam looked at him with a slight fiery look in his hazel eyes and tight lips, but didn’t answer.
“Anything Sam,” Castiel pressed.
“Just -“ Sam sighed shakily and the fiery glint in his eyes turned to stark rage and vengefulness. “Bring my brother back.
That Castiel could do.
~*~*~*~
The entire great hall radiated a tension that Castiel’s could cut with a knife. But, If only it were that easy…
There were twenty advisors in the room, about forty guards and then there was Michael, Castiel, Sam and John.
After Castiel informed his brother and John Winchester of the information he got from Sam. They both went into action mode and were quickly sending people off to do tasks and analyzing the situation. He was very happy that Michael was showing interest in Dean’s wellbeing again and he was even happier to know that he was the reason for that. And John, though noticeably sad and sick-looking, was in complete offensive when it came to getting Castiel back to where he was supposed to be. He knew with those two people on the case, he didn’t have anything to worry about.
Their plan was to intercept Dean and the demons who’d taken him before they set foot into Iad territory. They sent some of the most powerful angels and hunters they had after them…
Everyone was feeling pretty confident until every single angel and hunter they sent out, came back with the same conclusion:
“They took Dean into demon territory and it would be a suicide mission for such a large number of people to walk into Iad.” Or in short, “Dean was as good as gone.”
Castiel knew he was sporting similar expressions of distress that John and Sam- who joined the others in the room shortly after Castiel did- were but he felt their heartbreak stronger all the same. Michael looked nervous and appeared to be thinking of a separate route. While a lot of the other people in the room were all releasing frustrated sighs and rolling their eyes.
It seemed like there was no hope (especially when John started insisting on the hunters and angels storming in anyways) until Castiel’s mind finally clicked.
“I have an idea…”
All eyes turned to Castiel, who stared back in challenge. “Why not send a smaller group of no more than ten people to rescue Dean?” Every single person in the room looked skeptical, so Castiel decided that he’d better explicate. “If we send a smaller amount of people it’ll be more difficult for the demons to notice them. They’ll be able to get through Iad relatively unscathed especially if we send experienced angels and hunters who will travel through wooded areas and stay away from the main roads, something that would be impossible if we sent a large group.”
“And what do you mean ’relatively unscathed’? Will the demons detect out group anyway?”
The women who spoke was unfamiliar to Castiel but no one seemed to regard her as if she was new, so Castiel simply answered her question.
“Of course we run the risk of getting caught whenever we set foot into Iad, but if we expect to help Dean this is the only plausible plan that I can come up with.” And it was. Iad’s territory has been a mystery since demons started inhabiting it; no one tried to pass near any boundaries for the simple reason that it wasn’t safe. Demons were soulless creatures and seemed to become more so as the years went on. It was life threatening to so much as look in the direction of Iad, let alone walk inside of it. But, the Crown Prince was there now and as a nation they would have to risk whatever they have to get him back.
It short, like a wise-man once said, ‘Sometimes you got to do what you got to do.’
“This is silly!” A man, an advisor shrieked after everyone had been silent long enough.
Castiel frowned when out of the corner of his eye he saw John’s eye twitch and his fists rise ever so vaguely. He could barely blame him for his reaction though. I mean, who was this man to pass any judgement on the rescue of the Crown Prince. He was the Crown Prince after all and the future leader of the entirety of Inim.
The man either didn’t notice John’s reaction or he didn’t care because he kept speaking with the same self-important attitude. “We were attacked today and those demons have been trying to slip and slide their way into our territory for years. Obviously something’s happened or else they wouldn’t have gotten in here in the first place. We should be focusing on the battle that we all know is coming except for trying to save a lost cause.”
Every eye in the room turned to John to note his reaction but to everyone’s surprise it wasn’t John who responded it was Sam. “So my brother is a lost cause?”
The man, not seeming to back down, spoke with fire, “Don’t you see, those demons want us to go there and risk our lives. It’s just one life -“
John slammed his fist on to the wall and with wrath and rage in his eyes, he called to the guards. “Take him away!”
Three human guards ran up and grabbed at the man’s arms tightly. He struggled, but it was to no avail and the guards took him away kicking and screaming.
Castiel felt sort of bad for the man; even though he was angry at first he did have to admit the advisor made a sound point. Bad times were here and the battle that was going to tip the scale was upon them. The fact that they were actually considering sending their best fighters into enemy lands at a time like this was disturbing and Castiel would be the first one to admit it.
But, on the other side of the spectrum, Dean was the Crown Prince and the people of Inim already relied on him as if he was already King. It would be a political disaster if citizens found out that they left Dean to die.
When John was calm enough, he turned to Castiel and regarded with a very familiar expression on his face. The same one from the very last time Castiel saw him: open vulnerability, extreme sadness and hope. And for the first time, Castiel did not feel bitter or afraid of looking at it.
“Are you sure this will work?” He asked.
Castiel shook his head. “Nothing is certain but it’s our only chance if we plan to save Dean.”
John nodded slowly and looked at his advisors with an open mouth, as if he was going to say something. He must have thought about it because he looked back at Castiel, once again pleading.
“When Dean was a child you used to be able to feel him?” Castiel nodded, not really knowing where John was going with this. “Then, you should still be able to feel him, right? You should be able to tell us his exact location.”
Castiel opened his mouth in a silent ‘oh’. “Of course I can, I can try to do it now if you’d- if you’d like.”
If Castiel did concentrate long enough he could feel the faintest flicker of the warmth that he’d strayed away from for the last ten years; he couldn’t exactly tell where it was but he knew it was far away from the Winchester’s Castle.
“That’s not what I meant…” John murmured.
Castiel cocked his head to the side. “Then what…” He trailed off. Sometimes humans truly were confusing.
“Will you lead them?”
Castiel pouted, not entirely sure if he heard correctly but after looking at John again he knew he was really asking. “Me?”
John nodded. Castiel looked down to the ground with a frown marring his features; this would give him a chance to meet up with Dean before the war; perhaps to explain to him why he left all those years ago and then, if time permits, to propose marriage to him once again
But, on the other hand, did he really want to disengage from his responsibilities now? The war was getting started and his brothers and all the humans were going to need some help and he would like to be here if things started getting bad before they got Dean back.
The answer seemed so simple.
“Of course I will.”
John beamed and nodded. He then turned to his nearby guards and said, “Bring in our best hunters.”
Castiel smiled. He was happy that he was finally getting the chance to be around normal intelligent humans for once, that as a very rare thing especially when he came to here. Who would his travel companions be?
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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 12
The damage done to the Winchester’s territory was ten times worse than anything from the previous massacre… There were dead humans littering the streets all being carried away by family and friends, houses were burnt to the ground and small children and women limped through the streets begging for food. There were many of the Kent’s soldiers riding through the streets with their guns and swords drawn and the angels walked through, some helped people while others searched for more demons.
The Winchester’s castle was no different. Bodies littered the staircases and some of the hallways. But, the most disheartening thing about the massacre were the angels.
Castiel swore to himself that he would never put himself in the position were he would have to witness angel’s under “the curse” again. Not after that fateful day after Resurrectio Gonseprial put nearly thirty angels under it. It took those angels almost three hundred years to awake again and by that time most of them were near the point of being called back to heaven anyway.
It was disappointing and despite their best efforts Castiel and his brothers could not find anything to pull them out again. So, they were left to their fate as were every angel put under the curse thereafter, including the seven who were cursed during the second massacre in Kent.
They found John Winchester in the meeting room and surprisingly sober - without a single bottle of alcohol near him - discussing what happened with a couple dozen of his advisors. He perked up when he saw them enter and stood, patting them both on the shoulder kind of angrily.
“I was wondering when you were going to get here.”
Michael frowned. “The demons didn’t reach the castle until a couple of hours ago.”
John scowled. “And look at all the damage they did.”
“What happened?”
Castiel zoned them both out; he wasn’t really in the mood for any of their diplomatic talk, he wanted to know where the Winchester brothers were. When he found an opening he quickly snuck the question in and John Winchester looked pained because, frankly he didn’t know.
“My soldiers briefings reported that Sam is still in the castle. They’re not sure where Dean is; he must have went out to scout for survivors way before the demons got here.”
Castiel nodded, he was disappointed that he had to wait to see Dean but he knew that if he found Sam he would know where Dean was.
~*~*~*~
After leaving his brothers with John Winchester, Castiel went off to find Sam. If Dean was still missing then there was a chance that Sam knew where he went off to and whether or not he was okay. He did find it weird that Sam was not at his father’s side throughout the whole ordeal; it seemed like the familial thing to do but the three remaining Winchester’s had never seemed like much of a family to begin with.
Castiel found him, or someone who he could only guess was Sam because of his royal clothing and the Winchester emblem on his ring, in the Castle’s kitchens. He looked a lot different than he did the very last time Castiel saw him. But, it was expected. He’d only been nine then and now he was a nineteen year old young man: he seemed to be a lot taller even while sitting down and his hair was longer than before. He was very attractive and last Castiel learned he was betrothed to a woman named Emily. His eyes were downcast and his hands were clenching and unclenching on a small pink cloth, his shoulders quivered and Castiel was not sure he wanted to interrupt his grief.
“Sam Winchester?”
Sam’s whirled around, got out of his chair and in record time he had a gun aimed in the direction of Castiel’s face. Castiel was mildly shocked to even see one of those in Sam’s hand, Dean always told him that he didn’t want Sam to ever fight like he did. He wanted him to be smart and become the best healer in the world. And now, here he was with a gun at Castiel’s chin. Times surely have changed and judging by the intense glare on Sam’s face, not for the better.
Castiel stood rooted in one spot and frowned at Sam.
Sam squinted and peered at Castiel carefully before lowering his gun slowly as the slightest bit of recognition showed on his features. “Castiel?”
Castiel nodded and tried to give same a pleasant look but the guilt at leaving Dean and Sam was still weighing heavily on him, so all he could muster was a shallow twitch of his mouth. “It’s good to see you Sam.”
Sam breathed out a shaky chuckle and Castiel was happy to see that whatever troubles he was previously having seemed to disappear for only a second. “It’s good to see you too. It’s been a while.”
“Yes,” He agreed. The unsettling feelings of awkwardness weighed down their attempt at small talk. It obviously wasn’t the time for that and they both knew it; but Castiel had the feeling that Sam knew just as well as he did that if they started speaking about the happenings of the day they’ll both leave that room more heartbroken than they were when they entered it.
Sam cut his eyes away from the angel in front of him and focused on the pink cloth in his hand; Castiel followed his eyes and examined the cloth closely. It was velvet pink and had golden-stitched embroidery on the outsides, there were finger print smudges from overuse and stains from all sorts of sources - the most prominent was blood.
“That’s a lovely cloth,” Castiel commented awkwardly.
Sam only huffed out a short laugh and then nodded.
“Does it belong to you?”
Sam visibly stiffened and his grip on the cloth tightened; Castiel immediately knew that he asked the wrong question and was about to stir the conversation on to more pressing issues but then Sam spoke.
“No, it’s belongs to Jess.”
Maybe it was the drip of hurt that came out in the slurred response, the way that Sam glanced out the window or the obvious tremor that ran through his body after his proclamation but all Castiel could say was, “I’m so sorry.”
Sam nodded. “Yeah…”
“Dean always told me she was a good friend of yours.”
“The best…”
Castiel’s eyes dropped to the ground and his frown deepened. He was not good with conversations dealing with loss; he didn’t think he could have a relevant conversations about such things. There’s nothing logical about grief - that is something Castiel knew personally- and trying to converse with Sam would probably only make the poor boy feel worse about losing his best friend.
“What happened?”
Sam looked back up at Castiel with clear tears shimmering in his eyes; the angel already felt bad for Sam but it only seemed to get worse as time went on. He and this Jess were clearly closer than Sam was letting on. Sam shrugged and took a seat back on the chair he’d been in at first.
“She died in my room; she was set on fire… I think. I only got in there in time to see her die; Dean was in there with us too but they were taking him away by the time I came in.”
Castiel was at full attention at the mention of his kind of sort of betrothed. So, that’s what happened…Dean had not gone into town to fight more, he was taken away. Anger and worry filled Castiel’s gut and he focused much closer on Sam’s story than he probably would have any other day.
“I didn’t even try to help him; I thought I might have been able to help Jess but-“ Sam sighed brokenly and buried his face into his hands.
Castiel approached him slowly and placed his hand on Sam’s quivering shoulder. He’d done the same thing for Dean when he was four and grieving for the loss of his mother; though it had barely worked in calming him then, he still stuck to his earlier theory that physical contact is one of the best comforts for humans. Sam seemed to have the opposite reaction that his brother had and calmed after a couple of minutes of Castiel’s intended comforting weight on his shoulder.
When Castiel deemed him calm enough, he leaned down and asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
He honestly meant this question, if Sam asked him to go out and hunt down the demon that did this, he would without hesitation but only after he found Dean. Ever since Sam told him that Dean was kidnapped, his heart continued to beat sporadically. Those demons could be doing anything to him at that very moment: torture, murder or worse… he needed to alert John and his brothers of this new development. He still didn’t know why Sam had not, but he didn’t dwell for long on that mystery.
Sam looked at him with a slight fiery look in his hazel eyes and tight lips, but didn’t answer.
“Anything Sam,” Castiel pressed.
“Just -“ Sam sighed shakily and the fiery glint in his eyes turned to stark rage and vengefulness. “Bring my brother back.
That Castiel could do.
~*~*~*~
The entire great hall radiated a tension that Castiel’s could cut with a knife. But, If only it were that easy…
There were twenty advisors in the room, about forty guards and then there was Michael, Castiel, Sam and John.
After Castiel informed his brother and John Winchester of the information he got from Sam. They both went into action mode and were quickly sending people off to do tasks and analyzing the situation. He was very happy that Michael was showing interest in Dean’s wellbeing again and he was even happier to know that he was the reason for that. And John, though noticeably sad and sick-looking, was in complete offensive when it came to getting Castiel back to where he was supposed to be. He knew with those two people on the case, he didn’t have anything to worry about.
Their plan was to intercept Dean and the demons who’d taken him before they set foot into Iad territory. They sent some of the most powerful angels and hunters they had after them…
Everyone was feeling pretty confident until every single angel and hunter they sent out, came back with the same conclusion:
“They took Dean into demon territory and it would be a suicide mission for such a large number of people to walk into Iad.” Or in short, “Dean was as good as gone.”
Castiel knew he was sporting similar expressions of distress that John and Sam- who joined the others in the room shortly after Castiel did- were but he felt their heartbreak stronger all the same. Michael looked nervous and appeared to be thinking of a separate route. While a lot of the other people in the room were all releasing frustrated sighs and rolling their eyes.
It seemed like there was no hope (especially when John started insisting on the hunters and angels storming in anyways) until Castiel’s mind finally clicked.
“I have an idea…”
All eyes turned to Castiel, who stared back in challenge. “Why not send a smaller group of no more than ten people to rescue Dean?” Every single person in the room looked skeptical, so Castiel decided that he’d better explicate. “If we send a smaller amount of people it’ll be more difficult for the demons to notice them. They’ll be able to get through Iad relatively unscathed especially if we send experienced angels and hunters who will travel through wooded areas and stay away from the main roads, something that would be impossible if we sent a large group.”
“And what do you mean ’relatively unscathed’? Will the demons detect out group anyway?”
The women who spoke was unfamiliar to Castiel but no one seemed to regard her as if she was new, so Castiel simply answered her question.
“Of course we run the risk of getting caught whenever we set foot into Iad, but if we expect to help Dean this is the only plausible plan that I can come up with.” And it was. Iad’s territory has been a mystery since demons started inhabiting it; no one tried to pass near any boundaries for the simple reason that it wasn’t safe. Demons were soulless creatures and seemed to become more so as the years went on. It was life threatening to so much as look in the direction of Iad, let alone walk inside of it. But, the Crown Prince was there now and as a nation they would have to risk whatever they have to get him back.
It short, like a wise-man once said, ‘Sometimes you got to do what you got to do.’
“This is silly!” A man, an advisor shrieked after everyone had been silent long enough.
Castiel frowned when out of the corner of his eye he saw John’s eye twitch and his fists rise ever so vaguely. He could barely blame him for his reaction though. I mean, who was this man to pass any judgement on the rescue of the Crown Prince. He was the Crown Prince after all and the future leader of the entirety of Inim.
The man either didn’t notice John’s reaction or he didn’t care because he kept speaking with the same self-important attitude. “We were attacked today and those demons have been trying to slip and slide their way into our territory for years. Obviously something’s happened or else they wouldn’t have gotten in here in the first place. We should be focusing on the battle that we all know is coming except for trying to save a lost cause.”
Every eye in the room turned to John to note his reaction but to everyone’s surprise it wasn’t John who responded it was Sam. “So my brother is a lost cause?”
The man, not seeming to back down, spoke with fire, “Don’t you see, those demons want us to go there and risk our lives. It’s just one life -“
John slammed his fist on to the wall and with wrath and rage in his eyes, he called to the guards. “Take him away!”
Three human guards ran up and grabbed at the man’s arms tightly. He struggled, but it was to no avail and the guards took him away kicking and screaming.
Castiel felt sort of bad for the man; even though he was angry at first he did have to admit the advisor made a sound point. Bad times were here and the battle that was going to tip the scale was upon them. The fact that they were actually considering sending their best fighters into enemy lands at a time like this was disturbing and Castiel would be the first one to admit it.
But, on the other side of the spectrum, Dean was the Crown Prince and the people of Inim already relied on him as if he was already King. It would be a political disaster if citizens found out that they left Dean to die.
When John was calm enough, he turned to Castiel and regarded with a very familiar expression on his face. The same one from the very last time Castiel saw him: open vulnerability, extreme sadness and hope. And for the first time, Castiel did not feel bitter or afraid of looking at it.
“Are you sure this will work?” He asked.
Castiel shook his head. “Nothing is certain but it’s our only chance if we plan to save Dean.”
John nodded slowly and looked at his advisors with an open mouth, as if he was going to say something. He must have thought about it because he looked back at Castiel, once again pleading.
“When Dean was a child you used to be able to feel him?” Castiel nodded, not really knowing where John was going with this. “Then, you should still be able to feel him, right? You should be able to tell us his exact location.”
Castiel opened his mouth in a silent ‘oh’. “Of course I can, I can try to do it now if you’d- if you’d like.”
If Castiel did concentrate long enough he could feel the faintest flicker of the warmth that he’d strayed away from for the last ten years; he couldn’t exactly tell where it was but he knew it was far away from the Winchester’s Castle.
“That’s not what I meant…” John murmured.
Castiel cocked his head to the side. “Then what…” He trailed off. Sometimes humans truly were confusing.
“Will you lead them?”
Castiel pouted, not entirely sure if he heard correctly but after looking at John again he knew he was really asking. “Me?”
John nodded. Castiel looked down to the ground with a frown marring his features; this would give him a chance to meet up with Dean before the war; perhaps to explain to him why he left all those years ago and then, if time permits, to propose marriage to him once again
But, on the other hand, did he really want to disengage from his responsibilities now? The war was getting started and his brothers and all the humans were going to need some help and he would like to be here if things started getting bad before they got Dean back.
The answer seemed so simple.
“Of course I will.”
John beamed and nodded. He then turned to his nearby guards and said, “Bring in our best hunters.”
Castiel smiled. He was happy that he was finally getting the chance to be around normal intelligent humans for once, that as a very rare thing especially when he came to here. Who would his travel companions be?
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