( Chapter Four )

( Chapter Three )

Dean pulled up outside the bunker and looked around at the Impala’s occupants. Sam sat shivering with his eyes shut tight. Crowley looked right back, his expression haunted and wrong. Castiel still stared at the floor, face creased with devastation. Dean was torn, they would all need his help into the bunker, but he didn’t want to leave any alone ( Read more... )

“Cas! Castiel!” There was no answer to Dean’s shout. No flutter of wings. Nothing. “Where the hell are you?”

The angel had abandoned them again, just when they needed him.

And then it happened... Angels were falling from the sky, lighting up the darkened clouds with their burning wings. What the hell did Castiel do?!

Dean helped his ailing brother off ( Read more... )

Masterpost - Cascade

Genre: Angst, h/c, drama
Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam, Crowley
Summary: "And if you fall as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames!" An 8x23 coda.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

(Fanfiction.net link)

Dean gave Castiel his hand to squeeze as the former angel hissed and winced through his wounds being disinfected and stitched. It was something he would get used to if he wanted to keep hunting with the Winchesters. Dean was quite proud of how neatly he could stitch a wound now. Like a new mother showing off her first piece of knitted baby wear he ( Read more... )

When Castiel woke it was to the fetid air of purgatory. The last thing he remembered was being struck down by the Keeper after he started shouting and kicking at the bars of his cage. They were returning to purgatory and he wasn’t going to go back quietly. Castiel managed to break one of her tree like limbs. She shrieked in pain but came at him ( Read more... )

The world had been reduced to putting one foot in front of the other as fast as possible. It was difficult for Castiel when one of his feet didn’t want to cooperate. But he ran or he died, and that’s all it came down to. So Castiel kept running with his lungs screaming and his foot aching. It had seemed easier before, when Dean was running ( Read more... )

Castiel watched Dean putting another weapon together. Carefully he lashed a sharp rock to a sturdy piece of wood. They were preparing to set out again. Voxifera seemed restless and quiet. Dean was similarly so… every time Castiel tried to talk about what happened and apologise Dean would brush it off and tell the former angel that he was better now ( Read more... )

As the three crashed through the undergrowth trees seemed to reach out to grasp them and roots rose up to trip their feet. Dean’s face was scarred from the clawing of branches, and more than once he found himself face down on the ground having lost his footing. Ahead of him Voxifera raced on, she moved through the terrain more gracefully, like a ( Read more... )