Heaven and Hell (15/?)
Heaven and Hell (15/?)
Fandom(s): Merlin, Supernatural, The Secret Circle
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Dean/Cas
Words: 972
Summary: Merlin, Arthur, and the rest of the gang are constantly being reincarnated. The story plays out the same every time, until Morgana seeks out Faye and Merlin crosses paths with the Winchesters. Then the game changes.
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side
Notes: Some actual Destiel--finally. (:
Around one in the morning, when the night was at its darkest, black pushing heavily against any and every source of light, Dean took Cas outside. Merlin was still on the couch, shivering, Arthur had fallen asleep with his knees on the floor and head on the couch cushions. Even Sam had dozed off in a chair a few minutes ago. Dean stood up straight from the doorframe he’d been leaning against and gestured for Cas to follow.
“Can’t you do something to help him?” he asked once they were outside.
Cas shook his head. “The kind of magic Mordred’s using…I don’t dare interfere. It could make matters worse.”
Dean couldn’t help but notice the way the moonlight just barely highlighted Cas’ features. The bridge of his nose, ever so faintly his bottom lip. Tiny glints of it in his bluer than blue eyes. “And Mordred…this guy is just a kid?”
“In the physical sense, yes. He actually bears a stunning resemblance to Merlin and Morgana. Completely coincidental, of course.”
Cas was standing a little too close, completely oblivious to the idea of personal space, as always. He wondered what Cas’ hair would feel like…
Dean didn’t stop to think what he was doing. “If you ever die again, I’ll have Merlin bring you back just so I can kill you myself.” The angel’s dark messy hair was soft against Dean’s fingers, his breath warm on Dean’s face.
“That would be pointless. And I don’t plan to die again any time soon,” he said before pressing his lips to Dean’s.
Cas’ mouth on Dean’s surprised him. He wouldn’t have thought angels really knew how to do all that stuff-especially so well. But then he remembered Meg and how she and Castiel had kissed and an unexpected bout of jealousy surged through him. He backed Cas down the porch steps and onto the grass. He pushed the trench coat off Cas’ slim shoulders as he nipped at Dean’s ear. Hands made their way to buttons and buttons came undone and they found themselves lying on the ground, Dean’s teeth scraping against Cas’ perfect collarbone. Dean wasn’t quite sure what happened to the other man’s tie, but he didn’t actually care.
“All this time,” he said against the perfectly sculpted, pale neck, “did you have any idea?”
Cas rolled Dean over and kissed him hungrily before replying. “I knew you were special, Dean. I just didn’t know…in this way.”
Dean undid Cas’ shirt the rest of the way, trying not to pop any buttons, but unsure of his success. And for a little while, he forget about how fucked up everything was. For a little while, his only thought was Cas.
It was still dark when they woke to Merlin’s screams.
Dean yanked his pants on and pulled his shirt over his head as he ran into the house. Cas somehow managed to get his pants on before Dean and he swung his white shirt on, not even bothering to button the front in his hurry.
Merlin was still on the couch, but now there were red gashes on his white skin, blood soaking through his still whole clothing.
“Help him!” Arthur shouted at Cas.
“I can’t-it might make it worse.”
“What’s happening?” Sam asked, eyes darting from Merlin to Cas to Dean and back to Cas.
“Mordred’s-stepping it up,” Cas said.
Dean couldn’t peel his eyes away from the gashes that were appearing from nowhere on Merlin’s skin. All he could think was Hellhound, but he knew that didn’t make sense. Merlin’s clothes were still fully in tact; if it was a hellhound, they’d be in shreds.
Some unseen thing clawed three vertical lines down Merlin’s cheek.
Cas pushed past Dean and knelt by Arthur, at Merlin’s side.
“Hey-Dean.” Someone was shaking his shoulder. “Dean.”
He snapped to attention and realized it was Sam, a worried expression on his face.
“It’s not hellhounds,” Sammy promised. “Do you hear me? It’s okay.”
“Actually,” Cas said with a frown, “it is a hellhound.”
“What?” Sam said in obvious surprise. “How?”
“He must be using…I believe it’s commonly called a ‘voodoo doll’.”
Sam questioned, “How is that kid controlling a hellhound? Those things are…they’re vicious.”
“He is very powerful.”
“Obviously,” Sam muttered.
“The good news is, this sort of spell cannot be maintained for long-even by the boy.”
“What if he dies?” Sam asked, gesturing to Merlin.
“Morgana wouldn’t allow it. She raised all of Hell for Merlin. One hellhound attack won’t be enough to satisfy her. Especially since she thinks Merlin took Faye.”
“Why does she think it was him?” Dean tore his eyes away from Merlin. “Why not any of us?”
“Faye is a witch, and a powerful one. It is extremely unlikely that you or Sam could manage to take her. Arthur is incompetent as far as Morgana is concerned and if she has the choice of blaming me or Merlin, she will always choose Merlin.”
“She really hates him,” Sam stated as Merlin let out another scream.
“She chose the wrong path,” Cas said cryptically.
“Merlin said that same thing,” Dean said. “Right before he went on about how he should’ve guided her more.”
“What’s that phrase…” Cas wondered out loud. “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. Morgana found something that tasted better than water. She drank too much of it and it poisoned her.”
“Merlin always took credit for that,” Sam said. “The poison thing.”
Glancing over, Dean saw Arthur was totally oblivious to their conversation. He was completely absorbed in trying to comfort Merlin.
“Merlin killed her to save the whole of Camelot. It was a necessary sacrifice, mostly thanks to Morgause.”
“He shouldn’t blame himself,” Sam said sadly.
“No.” Cas turned to look at Dean. “He shouldn’t.”
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