Fic: Everyone Leaves 7/9
Title: Everyone Leaves (Part 7)
Rating:M (barely)
Summary: Dean's having a hard time denying his emotions and it doesn't look good. He's going to need a miracle to get through this and hopefully end up whole again. Destiel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit.
Sam called Castiel's number the second he was out of the room (and out of earshot, just in case) but the call went straight to voicemail. Sam left a message but he doubted that it could be understood with his rambling and voice, which was steadily rising along with his panic. He prayed, taking no chances, he got on his knees, folded his hands and bowed his head, the whole bit. "Cas, it's Sam." Nothing, not surprising. "It's about Dean." Still nothing. "He's really upset." Sam was getting pissed. "Cas he's curled up in a ball sobbing about everyone leaving him and when I tried to talk to him he aimed a gun at my head. Please, he really needs help."
Cas appeared with a rustle of his wings. His eyes were stone and his voice was ice. It held even less emotion than it had when he had casually threatened to throw Dean back into Hell.
"I know he's upset. He told me it was my fault so I left. I didn't want to upset him any longer." No human would be able to tell by looking at or hearing him but inside, Cas was breaking, literally. His grace was tearing itself apart in anguish. It may not be possible to die from a broken heart but falling from a shredded grace was not only possible, but seemed more and more likely as time passed. Only another angel could have seen it but they would never understand. Angels were made to love, yes, even made of love. An angel's true form was love and forgiveness made manifest and it was the sheer honesty and weight of it that would burn people's eyes. Jimmy had been capable of more love and forgiveness than anyone who wasn't a vessel was. Dean and Sam, too, were capable of almost angelic amounts of love and forgiveness. That's what made their bodies capable of holding an angel without being burnt to a husk.
"Cas, I don't think that's what he meant by being upset about you. He was…I've never seen Dean so sad before, not even when he learned that he was the first seal. He still wasn't as broken then as he is now." Cas' grace slowed it's tearing but didn't stop.
"What do you mean?"
"He was crying about how you left him and he thought you were never coming back and he was completely alone. When I tried to tell him I was there, that's when he pointed the gun at me. I really think he needs you. He needs to talk to you." Cas shook his head obstinately.
"He doesn't need me; he doesn't need to talk to me." His icy façade broke and he whispered in anguish. "He doesn't want me."
Sam took Cas by the shoulders and forced the angel to look him in the eye.
"No one knows Dean better than us, not even Bobby. So trust me when I tell you that he needs to talk to you. He's not gonna want to; frankly I'll be surprised if he doesn't shoot you but he needs to talk to you. You need to talk to each other."
"Shoot me?" Cas asked with a hint of fear.
"Don't worry; I've got the colt and angel blade in the trunk. He won't be able to kill you." Cas nodded and was about to fly to Dean when Sam grabbed him by the shoulder again. "I should probably warn you, he's a little, well, he's acting super fucking insane right now so don't let that, you know, screw up whatever has to happen. Cas nodded again and flew to Dean afraid of what he was about to see.
Rating:M (barely)
Summary: Dean's having a hard time denying his emotions and it doesn't look good. He's going to need a miracle to get through this and hopefully end up whole again. Destiel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit.
Sam called Castiel's number the second he was out of the room (and out of earshot, just in case) but the call went straight to voicemail. Sam left a message but he doubted that it could be understood with his rambling and voice, which was steadily rising along with his panic. He prayed, taking no chances, he got on his knees, folded his hands and bowed his head, the whole bit. "Cas, it's Sam." Nothing, not surprising. "It's about Dean." Still nothing. "He's really upset." Sam was getting pissed. "Cas he's curled up in a ball sobbing about everyone leaving him and when I tried to talk to him he aimed a gun at my head. Please, he really needs help."
Cas appeared with a rustle of his wings. His eyes were stone and his voice was ice. It held even less emotion than it had when he had casually threatened to throw Dean back into Hell.
"I know he's upset. He told me it was my fault so I left. I didn't want to upset him any longer." No human would be able to tell by looking at or hearing him but inside, Cas was breaking, literally. His grace was tearing itself apart in anguish. It may not be possible to die from a broken heart but falling from a shredded grace was not only possible, but seemed more and more likely as time passed. Only another angel could have seen it but they would never understand. Angels were made to love, yes, even made of love. An angel's true form was love and forgiveness made manifest and it was the sheer honesty and weight of it that would burn people's eyes. Jimmy had been capable of more love and forgiveness than anyone who wasn't a vessel was. Dean and Sam, too, were capable of almost angelic amounts of love and forgiveness. That's what made their bodies capable of holding an angel without being burnt to a husk.
"Cas, I don't think that's what he meant by being upset about you. He was…I've never seen Dean so sad before, not even when he learned that he was the first seal. He still wasn't as broken then as he is now." Cas' grace slowed it's tearing but didn't stop.
"What do you mean?"
"He was crying about how you left him and he thought you were never coming back and he was completely alone. When I tried to tell him I was there, that's when he pointed the gun at me. I really think he needs you. He needs to talk to you." Cas shook his head obstinately.
"He doesn't need me; he doesn't need to talk to me." His icy façade broke and he whispered in anguish. "He doesn't want me."
Sam took Cas by the shoulders and forced the angel to look him in the eye.
"No one knows Dean better than us, not even Bobby. So trust me when I tell you that he needs to talk to you. He's not gonna want to; frankly I'll be surprised if he doesn't shoot you but he needs to talk to you. You need to talk to each other."
"Shoot me?" Cas asked with a hint of fear.
"Don't worry; I've got the colt and angel blade in the trunk. He won't be able to kill you." Cas nodded and was about to fly to Dean when Sam grabbed him by the shoulder again. "I should probably warn you, he's a little, well, he's acting super fucking insane right now so don't let that, you know, screw up whatever has to happen. Cas nodded again and flew to Dean afraid of what he was about to see.