I'll always choose you...
Title: I'll always choose you.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Dean sacrifices himself for Castiel and has to face Castiel's anger when he finds out.
A/N: I would have liked to have turned this into something longer, but I'm supposed to writing my bigbang. I might come back to this later.
It was the last thing he expected to see, Castiel striding through hell towards him, sheer anger emanating from him in waves. He’d done it to save Castiel, but apparently that wasn’t about to placate the wrathful angel. The force of his anger was impressive, or at least it would be, if it wasn’t directed towards him. An impish demon was sidling towards Castiel, but stopped dead in its tracks at the malice in his glare.
“Cas, wait,” Dean pleaded, “if you do this, it will be undone.”
The angel was upon him now, his hard eyes fixed on the bindings, ignoring the plea. Castiel pulled out his sword, and struck at the chains binding Dean.
“Cas, stop!” Dean screamed at him.
His only response was the slow tilt of Castiel’s head, as his eyes caught Dean’s. The words that Dean had been about to say, died on his lips, as they shrank from the boiling power within the depths of Castiel’s eyes.
When Castiel turned back to strike at the chains again, Dean’s voice returned.
“Please, I did it for you. You can’t undo it, please.”
“I didn’t ask you to,” Castiel growled somewhere near his ear as he leant in, so close to Dean, he could feel his breath on his neck, as he continued to hack at the chains that dug cruelly into Deans flesh, holding his soul captive.
“You didn’t have to ask. I just wanted you to be…”
“I don’t want it, not like this.”
The last of the chains came free from Dean’s flesh. He slumped, suddenly free from the chains support, which had been the only thing holding him up. Castiel dropped his sword and caught Dean, his hands gentle, as he cradled Dean briefly against his chest. For a moment the anger softened, and all the worry and fear showed through, but only for a moment, until Dean spoke.
“Cas, I did it for you.”
“If you think I would have wanted this, than you don’t know me at all,” Castiel snarled in reply, his voice so deep and rough, it reverberated in Dean’s ears.
Castiel’s grip on him tightened as he lifted Dean, and literally threw him out of hell.
Dean’s soul slammed back into his body so hard, he was sure he would be bruised all over. He drew in a deep breath at the shock of being flesh and bone again. He barely had his eyes open, when he saw Castiel hurtling back through the gateway to hell he had opened to rescue Dean. He came back through with such speed, a gust of heated air burst into the room with him, tossing papers and furniture.
Castiel stood for a moment, his eyes closed, as the gateway to hell shut behind him. When he opened his eyes they settled on Dean, still lying on the floor in front of him. He reached down and picked Dean up, both fists buried in the front of his shirt as he pulled him close, his face only centimetres away.
“If you ever think of doing something that stupid again, I’ll kill you myself,” he growled.
Dean couldn’t look away from those eyes, so close, still so angry, and swirling with a thousand other emotions he couldn’t keep up with.
“I’m sorry, I did it for you…” he stumbled on the words. “Cas I’m sorry, I just couldn’t live with the fact you were exiled because of me. I wanted you to be happy.”
“And you thought selling your soul, and sending me back to heaven, would make me happy?”
“It was the only way I could find to give you back your grace.”
“Dean, my exile isn’t your fault. I choose this. Willingly.”
Guilt clouded his face, no matter how many times Castiel tried to tell him that, he wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t. No one would willingly do that, not for him.
A flutter of wings announced Raphael’s appearance.
“Dean Winchester, I told you if you got out of hell, the deal would be broken,” Raphael said menacingly.
“It wasn’t me,” Dean said, not breaking Castiel’s gaze, neither of them looking to the archangel.
“Makes no difference,” Raphael replied.
“Cas,” Dean said quietly, pleading with his eyes for Castiel not to choose him, not to sacrifice himself yet again for him.
Castiel’s hands loosened their hold on his shirt, resting gently against his chest instead. The anger, the turmoil drained from Castiel’s eyes.
“I already made my choice,” Castiel said quietly.
“You won’t get any more second chances brother,” Raphael warned.
Castiel didn’t answer him.
“So be it,” Raphael said as he disappeared.
Dean, still holding Castiel’s gaze, watched as the power behind his eyes dwindled, once more the exile, bound to his human vessel.
“I already have my second chance,” Castiel whispered.