A Very Scary Angel
Title: A Very Scary Angel
Author: angel_kink
Rating: PG
Genre: Missing Scene
Pairing: Dean/Cas (pre-slash)
Spoiler: Up to 4x6
Warning: Profanity. Dean curses a lot when scared.
Summary: Set during 4x6. Dean is suffering from the ghost sickness when a very scary angel pops into the room. It's hard not to be afraid of a guy who threatened to send you back to hell:
A/N: Believe it or not this was inspired by a dream of Dean screaming like a girl at Cas like he reacts to the cat in 4x6. Yeah… I dreamed about Dean/Cas *embarrassing* This can be seen as a prequel to Don’t Ever Change, but it doesn’t have to be.
When Castiel materialized in Dean’s motel room he found the hunter alone standing over a broken clock with the most fearful expression he’d ever seen the hunter wear. The last time they’d met, the angel had threatened to send him back to hell so a certain level of fear was expected, but the frantic stream of thoughts running through his head was practically unreadable. Castiel knew the hunter to be remarkably brave in the face of the most intimidating situations so something had to be wrong.
“Dean, what’s caused this state of distress?”
When Dean saw the angel his heart raced even faster than it had been and his eyes went wide. “Whatever you want me to do, you can shove it. I’m useless right now, ok?”
“Dean?” Castiel began to approach the hunter, but Dean began backing up across the room away from him. The angel stopped midway and tilted his head curiously at the hunter.
“I’ve got this ghost sickness shit! I don’t even fucking know! Look at the damn clock!” He gestured wildly at the shattered object in the center of the room and tried to look anywhere, but at the angel. Castiel stepped closer and Dean’s heart rate shot up again as his body filled with adrenaline. “If you don’t calm yourself you will die, Dean.”
“I already know that! I’ve got less than twenty four hours until my heart explodes and you really aren’t helping.” Beads of sweat had begun to form on his brow.
“Dean, there’s a seal…”
“NO!” Dean waved his hands in front of him. “I have to work on not dying, alright?”
Castiel had to agree with him that he was in no condition to take on a seal. But he was still needed. “When you solve this problem, we will have to deal with the seal.”
“Whatever. Just… just one thing at a time.” Dean’s heart rate began to even out. “Can you fix this?”
“Unfortunately it’s beyond my control.”
“But no seals until this is over?”
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck for the little things at least.”
Castiel took another step towards the hunter, but when Dean’s heart picked up its pace again he stopped. “Don’t be afraid of me, Dean.”
“Well why the hell not? I piss you off you throw me back in the pit. That’s pretty fucking scary, man.”
Castiel remained still for a moment until Dean finally looked him in the eyes. Their gaze held steady and when the angel felt that Dean had calmed down took another slow cautious step forward. Dean’s heart remained steady for a change and he took another. Two small steps later he was well within Dean’s personal space and the hunter remained relatively relaxed. He was still visibly nervous, but his heart was practically down to a normal pace. “I’m not here to fight you, Dean. We are on the same side.”
“Team mates don’t throw each other into Hell.” Those words stung the angel, especially when he detected a slight rise in Dean’s pulse at the last word. He regretted ever saying that to him, but he had to follow orders from his superiors. They’d told him to intimidate the hunter into submission and sending him back to Hell seemed like the most threatening thing to say to Dean.
In truth he never actually planned on doing it unless directly ordered to do so. Castiel wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet, but even with direct orders he might not actually send Dean back to Hell. The brief consideration of disobedience scared the angel to his core, but it wasn’t the first time he’d ever felt doubt. “I will not doing that to you any time soon.”
“’Any time soon,’” Dean repeated. “That’s reassuring.” His sarcasm was lost on Castiel and Dean rolled his eyes. “Guess that’s the best I’m going to get out of you though.”
He left his place against the wall and walked over to the kitchen. He’d seen a bottle of whiskey in the cabinet earlier and that was exactly what he needed at the moment. When he’d successfully found the bottle he turned around and saw Castiel still standing there staring at him. “Why are you still here? I’m not helping you.”
“I am aware of that.”
The hunter took a long drink from the bottle and recapped it. “Then why are you here?”
“I am… concerned for you Dean.”
The words were a surprise to the hunter, but he managed to stay calm. In a strange way they almost made him feel better, but then his mind got caught on the word ‘concerned’ and his uncontrollable stream of thoughts started to flow again. His heart rate began to spike and his breathing picked up and he was descending into another panic attack.
Castiel invaded his personal space again. “Dean, please try to calm yourself.”
The hunter closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. His thoughts slowed to a somewhat comprehensible pace and his heart evened out at an only slightly higher than average pace. When Dean opened his eyes he saw Castiel standing in front of him and instead of fear he felt… comforted. It wasn’t a feeling he was expecting, but it was more than welcomed.
When the angel was sure he had himself under control he nodded. “I truly wish there was more that I could do. We will meet again. Soon.” He disappeared out of the room and Dean collapsed back onto the couch. Maybe he could survive this. Maybe.