Supernatural Fanfic: Past Problems 1- Back to the Past
Woot! My first fanfic! XD Long live Dean/Castiel and Viva Misha Minions!!!1
Title: Back to the Past
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: Dean/Cas fanfiction is addictive! Once you pop you just don't stop! (like pringles) XD
Spoilers: season 4
Summary: Castiel drags Dean (b!tching and screaming) back to the past because...read and find out =]
1- Back to the Past
‘Dean.’
Dean jumped involuntarily at the unexpected sound. He grabbed his gun, turned and aimed it at the angel in one smooth, quick movement.
Castiel moved out of the shadows towards Dean, ignoring the weapon. His blue eyes locked on Dean with typical intensity.
Dean sighed loudly in annoyance.
‘Damn it, Cas!’ He tucked the 9mm back into his jeans and walked closer to Castiel.
‘If you keep sneaking up on me like this, you’ll be leaving with more holes than when you walked in.’
‘Then I will simply heal myself.’ said the angel with his usual eloquence.
Dean’s eyes narrowed as he contemplated pulling his gun back out and shooting him for real.
‘I need you to come with me.’
Dean felt a headache starting to pound at his temples that he seemed to get whenever he talked to Cas for too long. He rubbed his temples irritably and fantasized about the beer in the fridge he could hear whispering his name.
Dean shook his head to either dismiss the phantom susurrus or deny Castiel’s presence.
He was too tired to differentiate.
‘Cas, It's the middle of the night, I just got back from a hunt and all I want to do is sleep.’
Castiel’s head tilted to the side as he considered this and continued to stare unblinkingly at Dean. He put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, the same place as the handprint seared onto Dean when he’d pulled him out of hell. Dean’s skin tingled at the touch.
‘I’m sorry. This is too important.’
Dean and Castiel were suddenly standing in the middle of someone’s front lawn.
It was morning and the sunlight was too bright for Dean’s jaded eyes. He grabbed Castiel by the lapels of his trench coat and pulled him closer, glaring dangerously.
‘Ca-a-a-s,’ he said menacingly, ‘Where are we?’
‘Pontiac, Illinois.’ He answered, not the least bit flustered, making Dean’s teeth grind.
‘Kindly share with the rest of the class as to why we’re here? And…’ he looked around again, ‘when?’
‘The reason I’ve brought you here, is because I need you’re help.’ The angel said stubbornly, determined to make Dean understand.
Dean backed off slightly, letting Castiel go. He frowned and crossed his arms as if to say; I’m listening, this better be good.
‘I’ve taken us back in time by one year. Demons from the present somehow found there way here, to this time.’ His gruff voice growled the word demons. ‘They plan to destroy my vessel, before I inhibit him.’
‘Your vessel, as in Jimmy here,’ he gestured with a wave of his hand, ‘the holy tax accountant you’re wearing.’
‘Yes.’
‘You want my help to save Jimmy, just so you can posses the poor bastard?’
Castiel sighed with an almost human look of frustration. He met Dean’s eyes again.
‘Dean, this is the outcome he chose. He is a good man and has faith.’
‘Yeah, the force is strong in this one.’
Castiel blinked, looking confusion.
‘What-’
‘Forget it,’ He said, shaking his head dismissively. ‘Bad joke.’ He rubbed his face tiredly. He needed coffee, now.
‘Look man, why do you need me? Why don’t you get help from your angel buddies?”
‘They don’t see a…problem.’ Dean resisted the urge to shake Castiel.
Jesus, this guy was harder to get answers out of than James Bond.
‘Cas, don’t make me shake you.’ This earned Dean another Castiel head-tilt.
‘If Jimmy dies, I will have to break my promise with him and use his daughter Claire, instead.’ Castiel finally explained gravely.
Dean’s eyes widened and he suddenly felt very awake.
‘But she’s just a kid.’
Castiel nodded and looked down, away from Dean’s eyes.
‘I know, Dean. But there is a war going on and in order to win it...I will do what I must.’
Dean believed him, but couldn’t get angry. Maybe he was more tired than he realised because Castiel’s sad expression hurt to see. Dean patted him on the arm and smiled.
‘Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go kick some demon butt.’
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