Fic: Adventures in Solitude [10/11]
Title: Adventures in Soltiude [10/11]
Author: bloodism
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/post-Season 4 canon-au, romance, hurt/comfort
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 30, 708
Warnings: fallen!cas, OC's, sexual content, canon-au
29th July 2010
They prepare themselves as best as they can. They’ve got nothing that can work on the angels, but apparently, Dean feels better with a gun around his waist.
Castiel is hunched over the table, downing glass after glass of water. He didn’t have a hangover per se, but he wants to flush his system. He wants to be as pure as he can when he faces off with his brother.
“Uh, Cas?” He looks up, and Sam’s leaning back against the kitchen counter, med kit strapped around his waist. He’s looking down at Cas’s neck and gestures vaguely to his own, “You’ve got... bite marks.”
Sam doesn’t notice Dean drop his med kit on the other side of the kitchen. With a smirk, Cas looks back down at the table.
“Just a rash. It’s nothing.”
Sam nods, seemingly pleased with his answer. Dean throws Cas a heated glance, and Cas meets it with his own.
“You kiddos ready?” Bobby says as he enters the kitchen. He has a med kit, too.
They were still unclear of Cas’s plan, but Cas knew. He’d found nothing, so he had no choice but to take the angel head on, hope that they would be prideful and arrogant and take pleasure from giving Cas a slow, painful beating. It wasn’t something he was looking forward to - not after last time, when the pain had rendered him useless - but it’s all he’s got. And he didn’t even know if defeating this angel would stop the others. Cas had been going off of the fact that this angel was a rogue who felt that Cas’s punishment wasn’t enough. If it wasn’t, he had another angel he would have to deal with.
As long as he held the weapon first, the others would be able to use it afterwards. That was what he had to aim for and that was what he had to hope would happen. Because if he died, then it would all be for nothing. He wouldn’t be there to stop the angel from attacking Sam and Dean.
“We just gonna wait-“
There’s a hammering at the door and everyone in the kitchen freezes. Cas is on his feet, and Dean is rigid, aware, awake. The hammering continues and it’s Dean who leaves the kitchen, makes his way to the door. The others follow behind him slowly, warily, guns pressed to their hands like they were weapons that would work.
The latch on the door opens and there’s silence. Dean isn’t thrown backwards, there isn’t any lightning, or a booming voice demanding for Castiel. They hurry around the corner and their shoulders sag with relief.
Dean’s hugging Jude tightly, a huge, goofy smile on his face that’ll he deny was ever there later. Fae’s there too and when Sam rounds the corner, she’s running forward, immediately in his arms. They’re kissing, but no one notices.
“You assholes,” Dean whispers into Jude’s hair. She’s got scratches on her face and a bandage over her wrist, but she’s alive, and she’s breathing and he’s missed her. It’s been a few days and he’s missed her. Cas can see that and he’s moving forward, too. He runs a hand over her hair and Bobby’s next to them, smiling down at Jude like she was his own little treasure.
“Where did you go?” Dean asks. Fae and Jude still say nothing, but they grin, and Dean can see pure joy in their eyes. That’s when a man walks through the door and he’s banged up too, but he’s grinning. Dean knows who it is, and his face falls into an expression of amazement.
“You found him.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
The man grins. “They found me.”
-
The man - Jeff - scarfs down sandwich after sandwich and talks between mouthfuls.
“Went hunting after their ma died. I wanted to find out about what caused it; what the seals were, why they’d been gabbling about Lucifer and whatnot. Found a couple of demons who were more than happy to tell me. One told me about the Winchesters, which was a little bit of a shocker, since I’d already heard of you from Ellen.” He looks up at Dean and Sam, “That’s you, isn’t it?”
They’re a little unsure about whether or not they should nod, but they do. He snorts and returns to his food.
“Of course, word got round that someone was getting a little over curious. Demons locked me up nice and tight about a week back, just as I was makin’ my way back to my girlies. These two found me, god knows how. Said they’d gotten a text from someone... it wasn’t a number. Just showed symbols or something.” He waves a hand. “But they found me. Told me they had to get back to ‘Bobby’s’, which was,” he shakes his head, chuckling, “Really strange, ‘cos Ellen told me ‘bout Bobby Singer and my girlies had found him through the Winchesters, which again...” He shakes his head. He looks up at them all. “You think this is a little weird? We didn’t know you, but we also kinda did?”
Sam lets out a breathless laugh.
“Yeah, trust me, we know.”
“Anyway,” Jeff sits back in his chair, apparently finished with his food. “All I got from those two was that they needed to get back here for something. Anything I should know?”
Dean opens his mouth and looks over at Fae and Jude. They smile and scratch the backs of their heads innocently, but before anyone can start to explain the situation, thunder booms overheard and rain starts to fall outside.
The sky is dark. Everyone falls silent.
“Castiel,” a familiar voice rings out from outside the shack. It washes over Dean, chills him to the bone, and he stares at Cas, worry and panic over his features.
It was time.
They all start to head outside, Jeff tagging along behind them, jumpy and excited.
Dean opens the door first. Outside, standing in the clearing, is Zachariah. Wind and rain spin around him and there’s wave after wave of power oozing through the air.
“Zachariah,” Dean hisses. “Flashy bastard.”
Sam hums in agreement. Jeff looks between the two of them blankly. When Cas moves forward, next to Dean, he bites his lip anxiously.
“You sure about this?” Dean asks him, discreetly hooking their index fingers together. Cas meets his gaze, sweeps his thumb along the back of Dean’s knuckles, and nods.
“Yes.”
He walks.
The others follow him, but go no further than the porch. Dean clenches his jaw tight, holds back any protests he has, holds back what he wants to say, holds back everything. He just watches as Cas gets closer to Zachariah, maybe closer to death.
Jude reaches out and grasps his hand like she knows what’s going through his head, and he squeezes back. Sam and Fae have their arms wound each other’s waists, watching nervously; Bobby’s resting a hand on Jude’s shoulder and Jeff? Well, he’s skittering about like an alarmed puppy.
“What’s going on? Who’s that? What’s-Holy crap, are those wings?!”
Zachariah sends the lightning in front of him, creating a barrier between him and Castiel. On the ground, his shadow is painted black, wings outstretched on either side of his body.
“Castiel,” he grounds out and Cas nods.
“Zachariah.”
“I’m sure you know why I’m here.”
“To kill me. Though,” Cas frowns, “I originally thought it was further punishment for my actions. But you’re alone. It’s more than that.”
Zachariah’s evil smirk falters, but his eyes remain bright.
“The others didn’t want you cast out, but it had to be done. They praise you for saving the world. Perfect little Castiel,” Zachariah scoffs and shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “They know, you see. About the other prophecy. They knew it was you that was foretold to fall for a disgusting hairless ape.” When Zachariah glances over to Dean, Castiel moves nearer until he’s close enough to stretch his arm out and grasp Zachariah’s cheeks between his fingers. He yanks his head around to face him.
“You will not talk of Dean like that,” Cas warns. Zachariah smacks his hand away effortlessly, amusement faded and pride wounded. “The cogs have started to turn. The prophecy is almost in place.”
Zachariah laughs. “Oh, but it’s not. Deano isn’t quite there yet, is he? His conflicted, weak human heart doesn’t know what to do. You don’t have enough time.” He pushes Castiel with immense force and Cas flies further and further back until he collides with a car on the edge of the circle. He’s winded, coughing, spine electrified with white hot pain. When he raises his head, Dean’s off the steps and staring at him, scared. He holds up a hand, gestures for him to stay.
Zachariah’s suddenly in front of him again.
“I need to stop you. I can’t let you and Dean become archangels, not while I exist. I have plans for the world and you’re not to ruin them.”
He jerks out a hand to clutch Castiel’s throat, but Cas catches his wrist in a tight, painful grip. Zachariah’s surprised, then pained. Cas squeezes tighter, and tighter, and then Zachariah’s falling to his knees. The feather amulet slips out of the shirt Cas is wearing, and dangles over them. It’s glowing bright, particles of grace dancing back towards Cas’s chest. It’s giving Cas power.
But it’s not enough.
Suddenly, Zachariah is up, and Cas is back on the floor, clutching his stomach. He was lucky. He’s writhing on the floor, and he tries to make a diagnosis. What was it? Lung cancer? Stomach cancer? Internal bleeding? Whatever it is, it’s killing him, but it won’t be enough. For Zachariah to kill him, finally, he’ll need the weapon. The angel dagger.
Through the haze of pain and rain and wind, Cas can see it slip down Zachariah’s sleeve. He’s moving, closer and closer and closer. Cas knocks the dagger from his hand, grabs it-
--Zachariah steps on his wrist. Cas yells in pain, his fingers uncurl. He’s lost it, and he’s falling deeper and deeper...
He closes his eyes.
-
“What is... Is no one going to tell me why that guy’s getting beaten by something supernatural? Shouldn’t we be killing it?”
“You ever try killing an angel, Jeff? Trust me, it ain’t easy,” Dean attempts to jest, but he’s too busy watching Cas. Zachariah’s kneeling before him now, and Dean’s heart is thumping with anticipation, because it looks like he’s got the upper hand. Cas could win this, maybe he doesn’t need to be near death, maybe he could-
“An angel?” Jeff’s voice is surprisingly angry and when Dean turns to look at him, he’s gone. He’s running, across the scrapyard, through the wind and Dean sees Cas is on the floor now, twisting in pain and something prickles up the back of neck. He has to move. He has to get to Cas. He has to-
-
There’s white, blinding light, and a piercing scream, combined with that of a man.
When Cas opens his eyes again, Zachariah is staring at him, lifeless, on the floor. There’s a dagger in his back, and Jeff is standing over him, breathing heavily. The flustered man kicks Zachariah.
“That was for trying to start the apocalypse and killing my wife, you fuckhead.”
It’s eerie, the silence. No one can quite register what’d happened. Of all the... of all the things to happen. Of all the ways for it to end, it was...
-
“Son of a bitch,” Dean mutters breathlessly, staring at Jeff’s back like he was a frickin’ king. Jude and Fae laugh and clap their hands together, cheering.
Sam’s laughing too and he grabs Fae’s hand. They run over to Jeff and Cas together - Jude, Dean and Bobby close behind. Cas is barely on his feet before Dean’s throwing himself into his arms, breathing in dust and blood and we’re safe, Cas, we’re safe.
Fae and Jude clap their dad on their back and Sam’s thanking him too, but when he sees Dean and Cas, he freezes. Then Fae and Jude see them, and Jeff, and Bobby.
They’re kissing, Dean’s hands cupping Cas’s cheeks and Cas’s hands digging into his sides, tugging him closer. They’re quiet, watching them, words stuck in their throats and disbelief evident on all their faces.
“I totally called this,” Jude says.
Sam blinks and rubs his eyes. Bobby’s blushing, mouth open, and Jeff... he doesn’t look surprised. He’d just killed an angel, nothing was stranger than that.
“And I thought it couldn’t get any weirder,” Fae says, shaking her head in defeat. “You Winchesters need some normal in your dictionary.”
They start to walk back, but Sam looks back over his shoulder before he walks into the house. Looking into the distance, he sees Cas has Dean’s head in his hands now and he’s pressing kisses to Dean’s eyes, like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Sam blinks back tears that he refuses to acknowledge.
Dean had followed a prophecy, whether he knew it or not. And it’d given him his happy ending...
...In the form of a fallen angel.
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Author: bloodism
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/post-Season 4 canon-au, romance, hurt/comfort
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 30, 708
Warnings: fallen!cas, OC's, sexual content, canon-au
29th July 2010
They prepare themselves as best as they can. They’ve got nothing that can work on the angels, but apparently, Dean feels better with a gun around his waist.
Castiel is hunched over the table, downing glass after glass of water. He didn’t have a hangover per se, but he wants to flush his system. He wants to be as pure as he can when he faces off with his brother.
“Uh, Cas?” He looks up, and Sam’s leaning back against the kitchen counter, med kit strapped around his waist. He’s looking down at Cas’s neck and gestures vaguely to his own, “You’ve got... bite marks.”
Sam doesn’t notice Dean drop his med kit on the other side of the kitchen. With a smirk, Cas looks back down at the table.
“Just a rash. It’s nothing.”
Sam nods, seemingly pleased with his answer. Dean throws Cas a heated glance, and Cas meets it with his own.
“You kiddos ready?” Bobby says as he enters the kitchen. He has a med kit, too.
They were still unclear of Cas’s plan, but Cas knew. He’d found nothing, so he had no choice but to take the angel head on, hope that they would be prideful and arrogant and take pleasure from giving Cas a slow, painful beating. It wasn’t something he was looking forward to - not after last time, when the pain had rendered him useless - but it’s all he’s got. And he didn’t even know if defeating this angel would stop the others. Cas had been going off of the fact that this angel was a rogue who felt that Cas’s punishment wasn’t enough. If it wasn’t, he had another angel he would have to deal with.
As long as he held the weapon first, the others would be able to use it afterwards. That was what he had to aim for and that was what he had to hope would happen. Because if he died, then it would all be for nothing. He wouldn’t be there to stop the angel from attacking Sam and Dean.
“We just gonna wait-“
There’s a hammering at the door and everyone in the kitchen freezes. Cas is on his feet, and Dean is rigid, aware, awake. The hammering continues and it’s Dean who leaves the kitchen, makes his way to the door. The others follow behind him slowly, warily, guns pressed to their hands like they were weapons that would work.
The latch on the door opens and there’s silence. Dean isn’t thrown backwards, there isn’t any lightning, or a booming voice demanding for Castiel. They hurry around the corner and their shoulders sag with relief.
Dean’s hugging Jude tightly, a huge, goofy smile on his face that’ll he deny was ever there later. Fae’s there too and when Sam rounds the corner, she’s running forward, immediately in his arms. They’re kissing, but no one notices.
“You assholes,” Dean whispers into Jude’s hair. She’s got scratches on her face and a bandage over her wrist, but she’s alive, and she’s breathing and he’s missed her. It’s been a few days and he’s missed her. Cas can see that and he’s moving forward, too. He runs a hand over her hair and Bobby’s next to them, smiling down at Jude like she was his own little treasure.
“Where did you go?” Dean asks. Fae and Jude still say nothing, but they grin, and Dean can see pure joy in their eyes. That’s when a man walks through the door and he’s banged up too, but he’s grinning. Dean knows who it is, and his face falls into an expression of amazement.
“You found him.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
The man grins. “They found me.”
-
The man - Jeff - scarfs down sandwich after sandwich and talks between mouthfuls.
“Went hunting after their ma died. I wanted to find out about what caused it; what the seals were, why they’d been gabbling about Lucifer and whatnot. Found a couple of demons who were more than happy to tell me. One told me about the Winchesters, which was a little bit of a shocker, since I’d already heard of you from Ellen.” He looks up at Dean and Sam, “That’s you, isn’t it?”
They’re a little unsure about whether or not they should nod, but they do. He snorts and returns to his food.
“Of course, word got round that someone was getting a little over curious. Demons locked me up nice and tight about a week back, just as I was makin’ my way back to my girlies. These two found me, god knows how. Said they’d gotten a text from someone... it wasn’t a number. Just showed symbols or something.” He waves a hand. “But they found me. Told me they had to get back to ‘Bobby’s’, which was,” he shakes his head, chuckling, “Really strange, ‘cos Ellen told me ‘bout Bobby Singer and my girlies had found him through the Winchesters, which again...” He shakes his head. He looks up at them all. “You think this is a little weird? We didn’t know you, but we also kinda did?”
Sam lets out a breathless laugh.
“Yeah, trust me, we know.”
“Anyway,” Jeff sits back in his chair, apparently finished with his food. “All I got from those two was that they needed to get back here for something. Anything I should know?”
Dean opens his mouth and looks over at Fae and Jude. They smile and scratch the backs of their heads innocently, but before anyone can start to explain the situation, thunder booms overheard and rain starts to fall outside.
The sky is dark. Everyone falls silent.
“Castiel,” a familiar voice rings out from outside the shack. It washes over Dean, chills him to the bone, and he stares at Cas, worry and panic over his features.
It was time.
They all start to head outside, Jeff tagging along behind them, jumpy and excited.
Dean opens the door first. Outside, standing in the clearing, is Zachariah. Wind and rain spin around him and there’s wave after wave of power oozing through the air.
“Zachariah,” Dean hisses. “Flashy bastard.”
Sam hums in agreement. Jeff looks between the two of them blankly. When Cas moves forward, next to Dean, he bites his lip anxiously.
“You sure about this?” Dean asks him, discreetly hooking their index fingers together. Cas meets his gaze, sweeps his thumb along the back of Dean’s knuckles, and nods.
“Yes.”
He walks.
The others follow him, but go no further than the porch. Dean clenches his jaw tight, holds back any protests he has, holds back what he wants to say, holds back everything. He just watches as Cas gets closer to Zachariah, maybe closer to death.
Jude reaches out and grasps his hand like she knows what’s going through his head, and he squeezes back. Sam and Fae have their arms wound each other’s waists, watching nervously; Bobby’s resting a hand on Jude’s shoulder and Jeff? Well, he’s skittering about like an alarmed puppy.
“What’s going on? Who’s that? What’s-Holy crap, are those wings?!”
Zachariah sends the lightning in front of him, creating a barrier between him and Castiel. On the ground, his shadow is painted black, wings outstretched on either side of his body.
“Castiel,” he grounds out and Cas nods.
“Zachariah.”
“I’m sure you know why I’m here.”
“To kill me. Though,” Cas frowns, “I originally thought it was further punishment for my actions. But you’re alone. It’s more than that.”
Zachariah’s evil smirk falters, but his eyes remain bright.
“The others didn’t want you cast out, but it had to be done. They praise you for saving the world. Perfect little Castiel,” Zachariah scoffs and shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “They know, you see. About the other prophecy. They knew it was you that was foretold to fall for a disgusting hairless ape.” When Zachariah glances over to Dean, Castiel moves nearer until he’s close enough to stretch his arm out and grasp Zachariah’s cheeks between his fingers. He yanks his head around to face him.
“You will not talk of Dean like that,” Cas warns. Zachariah smacks his hand away effortlessly, amusement faded and pride wounded. “The cogs have started to turn. The prophecy is almost in place.”
Zachariah laughs. “Oh, but it’s not. Deano isn’t quite there yet, is he? His conflicted, weak human heart doesn’t know what to do. You don’t have enough time.” He pushes Castiel with immense force and Cas flies further and further back until he collides with a car on the edge of the circle. He’s winded, coughing, spine electrified with white hot pain. When he raises his head, Dean’s off the steps and staring at him, scared. He holds up a hand, gestures for him to stay.
Zachariah’s suddenly in front of him again.
“I need to stop you. I can’t let you and Dean become archangels, not while I exist. I have plans for the world and you’re not to ruin them.”
He jerks out a hand to clutch Castiel’s throat, but Cas catches his wrist in a tight, painful grip. Zachariah’s surprised, then pained. Cas squeezes tighter, and tighter, and then Zachariah’s falling to his knees. The feather amulet slips out of the shirt Cas is wearing, and dangles over them. It’s glowing bright, particles of grace dancing back towards Cas’s chest. It’s giving Cas power.
But it’s not enough.
Suddenly, Zachariah is up, and Cas is back on the floor, clutching his stomach. He was lucky. He’s writhing on the floor, and he tries to make a diagnosis. What was it? Lung cancer? Stomach cancer? Internal bleeding? Whatever it is, it’s killing him, but it won’t be enough. For Zachariah to kill him, finally, he’ll need the weapon. The angel dagger.
Through the haze of pain and rain and wind, Cas can see it slip down Zachariah’s sleeve. He’s moving, closer and closer and closer. Cas knocks the dagger from his hand, grabs it-
--Zachariah steps on his wrist. Cas yells in pain, his fingers uncurl. He’s lost it, and he’s falling deeper and deeper...
He closes his eyes.
-
“What is... Is no one going to tell me why that guy’s getting beaten by something supernatural? Shouldn’t we be killing it?”
“You ever try killing an angel, Jeff? Trust me, it ain’t easy,” Dean attempts to jest, but he’s too busy watching Cas. Zachariah’s kneeling before him now, and Dean’s heart is thumping with anticipation, because it looks like he’s got the upper hand. Cas could win this, maybe he doesn’t need to be near death, maybe he could-
“An angel?” Jeff’s voice is surprisingly angry and when Dean turns to look at him, he’s gone. He’s running, across the scrapyard, through the wind and Dean sees Cas is on the floor now, twisting in pain and something prickles up the back of neck. He has to move. He has to get to Cas. He has to-
-
There’s white, blinding light, and a piercing scream, combined with that of a man.
When Cas opens his eyes again, Zachariah is staring at him, lifeless, on the floor. There’s a dagger in his back, and Jeff is standing over him, breathing heavily. The flustered man kicks Zachariah.
“That was for trying to start the apocalypse and killing my wife, you fuckhead.”
It’s eerie, the silence. No one can quite register what’d happened. Of all the... of all the things to happen. Of all the ways for it to end, it was...
-
“Son of a bitch,” Dean mutters breathlessly, staring at Jeff’s back like he was a frickin’ king. Jude and Fae laugh and clap their hands together, cheering.
Sam’s laughing too and he grabs Fae’s hand. They run over to Jeff and Cas together - Jude, Dean and Bobby close behind. Cas is barely on his feet before Dean’s throwing himself into his arms, breathing in dust and blood and we’re safe, Cas, we’re safe.
Fae and Jude clap their dad on their back and Sam’s thanking him too, but when he sees Dean and Cas, he freezes. Then Fae and Jude see them, and Jeff, and Bobby.
They’re kissing, Dean’s hands cupping Cas’s cheeks and Cas’s hands digging into his sides, tugging him closer. They’re quiet, watching them, words stuck in their throats and disbelief evident on all their faces.
“I totally called this,” Jude says.
Sam blinks and rubs his eyes. Bobby’s blushing, mouth open, and Jeff... he doesn’t look surprised. He’d just killed an angel, nothing was stranger than that.
“And I thought it couldn’t get any weirder,” Fae says, shaking her head in defeat. “You Winchesters need some normal in your dictionary.”
They start to walk back, but Sam looks back over his shoulder before he walks into the house. Looking into the distance, he sees Cas has Dean’s head in his hands now and he’s pressing kisses to Dean’s eyes, like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Sam blinks back tears that he refuses to acknowledge.
Dean had followed a prophecy, whether he knew it or not. And it’d given him his happy ending...
...In the form of a fallen angel.
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