Second Chance 2/?
Title: Second (Third) Chance
Author: candylovinangel
Rating: PG
Spoilers:Season 6 and 7
pairing: Dean/Cas eventually
Summary:Dean couldnt deal with everything that is going on. He needed something stable to keep him grounded...and the only thing there...is Cas' trench coat. He cant sleep without it, or he'll get nightmares so violent that even Sam will notice them...
Part 1 || Part 2 (This part)
Bobby glares at him, “Sam don’t listen, it’s just Dean screwing with us,” Bobby growled and Cas tilted his head a bit, looking a bit lost.
“Y…Y'know what that thing is…is doing to Dean’s D-DNA here? Its…its sssomething really weird….It…It slows th-the metabolism..then it f-forces the NEED, the addiction into Dean’s DNA structure, making him want more and more.” Cas mumbles and then stares at the goo.
Sam looks to Bobby and gives a very small shrug his way. Bobby grumbles and tosses the burger in the trash.
“This is some whacky shit boys,” Bobby grumbles, looking to Cas, eyes narrowed.
“Are you doing anything to fix him Cas?” Cas bobs his head again.
“Gunna take some t-time and it…is painful and takes power I’ve worked hard to regain…” Cas pouts and runs a hand through his hair and suddenly pales and bolts from the room. They hear him gagging and then puking in the bathroom. Sam flinches.
“Well that’s one way to get rid of the offending substance…” Bobby sighs and looks to Sam, “Did you know Cas was actually there?”
Sam fidgets a bit, “I figured SOMETHING was there cause there were times he wasn’t quite acting like himself and then he’d wake up and seem really disoriented…and then it turns out he had a relic made for Cas at one point and he spoke the enochian words on it…” Sam just shakes his head.
“I don’t know what to think…” Sam goes and checks on Cas, who flushes the toilet and he’s leaning over it, sweating and pale. Sam puts a hand on his shoulder and Cas blinks slowly and looks up at Sam with eyes in puppy dog mode…
Sam smiles at Cas and squeezes his shoulder.
“I…I’m…I’m thirsty…” He whispers. Sam immediately gets the water and gives it to Cas, who is feverish and shivering, but he refuses to get up just yet before he just… goes limp against Sam, practically on fire.
“Bobby!” Sam yelled as he lifted Cas/Dean into his arms and Bobby came running as Sam went and tried to get the coat off of Cas/Dean but it refused to come off and Sam cursed.
“Get some water and towels, he’s burning up!” Sam said with a growl and Bobby nodded and fled the room and came back seconds later with a soaked cloth, Sam put it on the burning up Cas/Dean…They didn’t know who was feeling it at the moment. There was clear relief as a breath of air escaped and there was a mumble.
“I think Cas wore himself out…overtaxed himself…” Sam mumbles, and Bobby nods his agreement. There’s a cough from Cas/Dean and Sam’s immediately offering him some water. It’s accepted and there’s slurred mumbling of…
“What…the fuck?” They know immediately it’s Dean. Sam exchanges a look with Bobby, wondering if they should tell Dean about Cas.
“Your…body’s trying to force out the crap that was in the burger,” Sam says and Bobby frowns but doesn’t say anything.
“Trying…? I can barely move and my stomach feels fucking sore as hell and my throat dry! Seriously was I puking that up…?” He still sounds stoned out of his mind.
“Yeah….like we said,” Sam muttered and Dean shook his head.
“No…dude I was craving that shit even after I saw that…that stuff…fuck I still kinda want one-hnngh!” Dean doubled over, clutching his stomach. There’s a fluttering sound as Dean starts coughing. Sam offers him water and he accepts it with a shaky hand and downs it, Dean panting and leaning his head back against the sofa.
He’s quiet for a long while before he’s running his hand through his hair and he looks down quietly.
“Dean? What is it?” Bobby asks and Dean just shrugs.
“It’s….it’s nothin’,” He mumbles and Bobby raises a brow, Dean’s speech has gotten a bit better…but as for his mental state…who could ever know?
“I…it’s just times like this I miss Cas…He could…could do anything…” Dean mumbles and Sam shifts in his chair, eyes going onto Dean, “We…we shoulda spotted something off right away too!” Dean starts to sit up and then slowly get to his feet.
“I mean come on…We met him four fucking years ago! I hate to say it but…first…first he was just…a tool to me, yknow? Something unreliable at times but helpful at others…” Dean stumbles as he gets up and he starts pacing. “Then he started showing doubt in his orders and…And Well I saw him becoming our friend then…yknow? But me….of course I had to keep using him as a tool.” Dean sinks down into the nearest chair. He put his head in his hands and he shook.
“He fell for us, did whatever we asked, everything we asked…But in the end….this happened. He fucking DIED doing what he thought was the right course of action. He couldn’t come to us for help! What kind of shitty friends are we that we cant help him without demanding he help us in return?” Dean lashed out at the table, kicking it and curling up in a ball.
“You were the shitty friend Dean. I was the one who actually believed in him, who forgave him.” Sam said with a scoff and Dean looked up at Sam.
“Way to rub it in you ass,” Dean growled and he stared at Sam for a moment and he felt his mouth twitch against his will.
Dean looked away and poked at the chair again.
“He said he’d find a way to redeem himself… I don’t think he realized his damn trenchcoat would do -this- to me…” He heard Sam laugh.
“Oh come on! You secretly like it Dean! You get to see him like you couldn’t before now, hm?” Sam smirks and Dean flips him off.
“Just kill him now!” Dean heard himself yelling at Death, remembered the….look Cas had directed at him, like he couldn’t believe what Dean had just said…like somewhere in those mass of souls, it hurt him and it was barely filtering through onto his face…
Dean had realized at the time he’d definitely hit a nerve…but now…now he recognized it as more than that…And also as a look of rage. A look like Cas wanted to destroy him for daring to suggest Death kill him. Dean silently felt his heart break all over again…hell maybe it wasn’t even his heart anymore the way his body had been altered…
He shivered as he got up and he left the room, he climbed up to the second story where they’d made up the beds with their own sheets and Dean climbed into his bed and curled up under the blankets. Though not after getting the artifact from Vegas out and he looked it over again, and he looked to the date. It’s a Thursday, and the moon is shining bright through the window…
He repeated the enochian phrase, though now that he knew what it meant….it was so much more than just a phrase. It was his way of saying ‘I’m sorry Cas’ and his way of hoping that if Cas is alive that he could hear him…. He didn’t notice the way the glyphs glowed in his hand….but he did notice the artifact growing warm and the warmth seeming to swiftly through him, then it seeming to be the hottest in his chest, A wave of exhaustion slammed into him…and in seconds he was fast asleep, hand still clenching the artifact tightly.
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Sam peeked in on Dean after an hour and he saw Dean fast asleep. Well at least he’s sleeping now. He starts to leave when he pauses. There’s something glowing in Dean’s right hand, and Sam quietly makes his way over, and he sees it’s the artifact. Sam cant help a smile.
“You tell him, Cas,” A faint flutter sound is his response. Sam smiles and puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder, before he get up and goes downstairs to where Bobby sat impatiently.
“Is he asleep?” Bobby asks as he gets up. Sam nods and Bobby motions for Sam to come with him… They go to Big Gerson’s in time to see the meat distributor arrive…They followed him, unaware of who watched them. Their watcher is secretly glad his plan worked, it takes a lot to hide from a too powerful angel…But now with that over…He’s the only one who can do anything with so many angels dead and others hiding in fear, unaware that there’s one still around who can still help them….
This hidden bystander hated the Leviathan with a passion…but only he and one other could truly defeat them…
This bystander appeared in the piece of shit cabin the Winchesters and Bobby were staying in, and he took in a breath when he saw Dean on the bed. Okay, so clearly Castiel had overextended himself on trying to fix the Winchester… There’s definitely determination there. He also couldn’t be helped to think that he was glad he didn’t try the burger.
“You know Cas, all I did was make something you did much more powerful...” The bystander puts a hand to Dean’s shoulder and there’s a intake of breath from Dean, who opens his eyes, eyes that are filling with light, the blue of them seeming to shine like beacons.
He looks back, the bystander still standing there. He’s in shadow but Dean can see the man is wearing a tan coat….and then he’s turning and leaving.
“HEY!” Dean yells after him but the man only smiles to himself and he passes by the table and makes a meal arrive on the table, pie, deserts, everything but a burger and then leaves, closing the door softly, and vanishing.
He goes to check on Bobby and Sam even as he’s aware of Dean giving up and starting to eat…
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Dean’s cell rang and Sam’s voice was frantic on the other end…
“Dean! Bobby got shot! I’m at the hospital! Get here, NOW!” Dean’s jaw dropped as Sam told him WHERE Bobby got shot. He immediately gets up and starts to run out the door when he feel those damn wings OPEN and flap and he’s suddenly right at the entrance to the hospital and stumbling as the wings settled themselves, Dean stood there in shock for a moment as he felt a drain but other than that…
He then remembered Bobby and disregarded it to run in there, completely ignoring the man sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper, head hidden by it, but he’s in a tan coat and dark blue jeans…
“Sam!” Dean panted as Sam spun around and hugged him in a too close hug.
“How is he?” Dean asked as Sam let go.
“They…they just let him out of surgery…he’s in ICU…” Sam lead Dean to the room but it looked like someone had beaten them there. Bobby’s somehow healed and he’s awake and his jaw is firmly set.
Dean hurries over to Bobby and they quickly get him the hell out of there and out of the town. Yet they aren’t quick enough. Dick is there with his cronies.
“Hello boys.” Dick says with a smirk, leaning against his limo and his eyes flick to Bobby.
“Going somewhere?” His eyes then flick to Dean and they narrow and Dean’s eyes narrow at them and the angel blade is somehow in his hand and he’s turning it over, not taking his eyes off of him…
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Author: candylovinangel
Rating: PG
Spoilers:Season 6 and 7
pairing: Dean/Cas eventually
Summary:Dean couldnt deal with everything that is going on. He needed something stable to keep him grounded...and the only thing there...is Cas' trench coat. He cant sleep without it, or he'll get nightmares so violent that even Sam will notice them...
Part 1 || Part 2 (This part)
Bobby glares at him, “Sam don’t listen, it’s just Dean screwing with us,” Bobby growled and Cas tilted his head a bit, looking a bit lost.
“Y…Y'know what that thing is…is doing to Dean’s D-DNA here? Its…its sssomething really weird….It…It slows th-the metabolism..then it f-forces the NEED, the addiction into Dean’s DNA structure, making him want more and more.” Cas mumbles and then stares at the goo.
Sam looks to Bobby and gives a very small shrug his way. Bobby grumbles and tosses the burger in the trash.
“This is some whacky shit boys,” Bobby grumbles, looking to Cas, eyes narrowed.
“Are you doing anything to fix him Cas?” Cas bobs his head again.
“Gunna take some t-time and it…is painful and takes power I’ve worked hard to regain…” Cas pouts and runs a hand through his hair and suddenly pales and bolts from the room. They hear him gagging and then puking in the bathroom. Sam flinches.
“Well that’s one way to get rid of the offending substance…” Bobby sighs and looks to Sam, “Did you know Cas was actually there?”
Sam fidgets a bit, “I figured SOMETHING was there cause there were times he wasn’t quite acting like himself and then he’d wake up and seem really disoriented…and then it turns out he had a relic made for Cas at one point and he spoke the enochian words on it…” Sam just shakes his head.
“I don’t know what to think…” Sam goes and checks on Cas, who flushes the toilet and he’s leaning over it, sweating and pale. Sam puts a hand on his shoulder and Cas blinks slowly and looks up at Sam with eyes in puppy dog mode…
Sam smiles at Cas and squeezes his shoulder.
“I…I’m…I’m thirsty…” He whispers. Sam immediately gets the water and gives it to Cas, who is feverish and shivering, but he refuses to get up just yet before he just… goes limp against Sam, practically on fire.
“Bobby!” Sam yelled as he lifted Cas/Dean into his arms and Bobby came running as Sam went and tried to get the coat off of Cas/Dean but it refused to come off and Sam cursed.
“Get some water and towels, he’s burning up!” Sam said with a growl and Bobby nodded and fled the room and came back seconds later with a soaked cloth, Sam put it on the burning up Cas/Dean…They didn’t know who was feeling it at the moment. There was clear relief as a breath of air escaped and there was a mumble.
“I think Cas wore himself out…overtaxed himself…” Sam mumbles, and Bobby nods his agreement. There’s a cough from Cas/Dean and Sam’s immediately offering him some water. It’s accepted and there’s slurred mumbling of…
“What…the fuck?” They know immediately it’s Dean. Sam exchanges a look with Bobby, wondering if they should tell Dean about Cas.
“Your…body’s trying to force out the crap that was in the burger,” Sam says and Bobby frowns but doesn’t say anything.
“Trying…? I can barely move and my stomach feels fucking sore as hell and my throat dry! Seriously was I puking that up…?” He still sounds stoned out of his mind.
“Yeah….like we said,” Sam muttered and Dean shook his head.
“No…dude I was craving that shit even after I saw that…that stuff…fuck I still kinda want one-hnngh!” Dean doubled over, clutching his stomach. There’s a fluttering sound as Dean starts coughing. Sam offers him water and he accepts it with a shaky hand and downs it, Dean panting and leaning his head back against the sofa.
He’s quiet for a long while before he’s running his hand through his hair and he looks down quietly.
“Dean? What is it?” Bobby asks and Dean just shrugs.
“It’s….it’s nothin’,” He mumbles and Bobby raises a brow, Dean’s speech has gotten a bit better…but as for his mental state…who could ever know?
“I…it’s just times like this I miss Cas…He could…could do anything…” Dean mumbles and Sam shifts in his chair, eyes going onto Dean, “We…we shoulda spotted something off right away too!” Dean starts to sit up and then slowly get to his feet.
“I mean come on…We met him four fucking years ago! I hate to say it but…first…first he was just…a tool to me, yknow? Something unreliable at times but helpful at others…” Dean stumbles as he gets up and he starts pacing. “Then he started showing doubt in his orders and…And Well I saw him becoming our friend then…yknow? But me….of course I had to keep using him as a tool.” Dean sinks down into the nearest chair. He put his head in his hands and he shook.
“He fell for us, did whatever we asked, everything we asked…But in the end….this happened. He fucking DIED doing what he thought was the right course of action. He couldn’t come to us for help! What kind of shitty friends are we that we cant help him without demanding he help us in return?” Dean lashed out at the table, kicking it and curling up in a ball.
“You were the shitty friend Dean. I was the one who actually believed in him, who forgave him.” Sam said with a scoff and Dean looked up at Sam.
“Way to rub it in you ass,” Dean growled and he stared at Sam for a moment and he felt his mouth twitch against his will.
Dean looked away and poked at the chair again.
“He said he’d find a way to redeem himself… I don’t think he realized his damn trenchcoat would do -this- to me…” He heard Sam laugh.
“Oh come on! You secretly like it Dean! You get to see him like you couldn’t before now, hm?” Sam smirks and Dean flips him off.
“Just kill him now!” Dean heard himself yelling at Death, remembered the….look Cas had directed at him, like he couldn’t believe what Dean had just said…like somewhere in those mass of souls, it hurt him and it was barely filtering through onto his face…
Dean had realized at the time he’d definitely hit a nerve…but now…now he recognized it as more than that…And also as a look of rage. A look like Cas wanted to destroy him for daring to suggest Death kill him. Dean silently felt his heart break all over again…hell maybe it wasn’t even his heart anymore the way his body had been altered…
He shivered as he got up and he left the room, he climbed up to the second story where they’d made up the beds with their own sheets and Dean climbed into his bed and curled up under the blankets. Though not after getting the artifact from Vegas out and he looked it over again, and he looked to the date. It’s a Thursday, and the moon is shining bright through the window…
He repeated the enochian phrase, though now that he knew what it meant….it was so much more than just a phrase. It was his way of saying ‘I’m sorry Cas’ and his way of hoping that if Cas is alive that he could hear him…. He didn’t notice the way the glyphs glowed in his hand….but he did notice the artifact growing warm and the warmth seeming to swiftly through him, then it seeming to be the hottest in his chest, A wave of exhaustion slammed into him…and in seconds he was fast asleep, hand still clenching the artifact tightly.
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Sam peeked in on Dean after an hour and he saw Dean fast asleep. Well at least he’s sleeping now. He starts to leave when he pauses. There’s something glowing in Dean’s right hand, and Sam quietly makes his way over, and he sees it’s the artifact. Sam cant help a smile.
“You tell him, Cas,” A faint flutter sound is his response. Sam smiles and puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder, before he get up and goes downstairs to where Bobby sat impatiently.
“Is he asleep?” Bobby asks as he gets up. Sam nods and Bobby motions for Sam to come with him… They go to Big Gerson’s in time to see the meat distributor arrive…They followed him, unaware of who watched them. Their watcher is secretly glad his plan worked, it takes a lot to hide from a too powerful angel…But now with that over…He’s the only one who can do anything with so many angels dead and others hiding in fear, unaware that there’s one still around who can still help them….
This hidden bystander hated the Leviathan with a passion…but only he and one other could truly defeat them…
This bystander appeared in the piece of shit cabin the Winchesters and Bobby were staying in, and he took in a breath when he saw Dean on the bed. Okay, so clearly Castiel had overextended himself on trying to fix the Winchester… There’s definitely determination there. He also couldn’t be helped to think that he was glad he didn’t try the burger.
“You know Cas, all I did was make something you did much more powerful...” The bystander puts a hand to Dean’s shoulder and there’s a intake of breath from Dean, who opens his eyes, eyes that are filling with light, the blue of them seeming to shine like beacons.
He looks back, the bystander still standing there. He’s in shadow but Dean can see the man is wearing a tan coat….and then he’s turning and leaving.
“HEY!” Dean yells after him but the man only smiles to himself and he passes by the table and makes a meal arrive on the table, pie, deserts, everything but a burger and then leaves, closing the door softly, and vanishing.
He goes to check on Bobby and Sam even as he’s aware of Dean giving up and starting to eat…
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Dean’s cell rang and Sam’s voice was frantic on the other end…
“Dean! Bobby got shot! I’m at the hospital! Get here, NOW!” Dean’s jaw dropped as Sam told him WHERE Bobby got shot. He immediately gets up and starts to run out the door when he feel those damn wings OPEN and flap and he’s suddenly right at the entrance to the hospital and stumbling as the wings settled themselves, Dean stood there in shock for a moment as he felt a drain but other than that…
He then remembered Bobby and disregarded it to run in there, completely ignoring the man sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper, head hidden by it, but he’s in a tan coat and dark blue jeans…
“Sam!” Dean panted as Sam spun around and hugged him in a too close hug.
“How is he?” Dean asked as Sam let go.
“They…they just let him out of surgery…he’s in ICU…” Sam lead Dean to the room but it looked like someone had beaten them there. Bobby’s somehow healed and he’s awake and his jaw is firmly set.
Dean hurries over to Bobby and they quickly get him the hell out of there and out of the town. Yet they aren’t quick enough. Dick is there with his cronies.
“Hello boys.” Dick says with a smirk, leaning against his limo and his eyes flick to Bobby.
“Going somewhere?” His eyes then flick to Dean and they narrow and Dean’s eyes narrow at them and the angel blade is somehow in his hand and he’s turning it over, not taking his eyes off of him…
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