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Come Alive Once More (Dean/Castiel) Part 1

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The fluorescent lights of the Winchesters’ unfortunate choice of a motel room are harsh in Castiel’s eyes. He squints his human eyes against it, uses his human hands to wipe the sweat from them, but none of his efforts in this tiny human form are alleviating the ache radiating from where the creature had bitten him. The poison is spreading quickly, he knows, because he’s already experiencing tremors and a lack of coordination. Sweat is dripping from ever possible orifice this body has. There is heat creeping through his veins, making him feel on fire.

Dean is there, grabbing at his hands, urging him to be still. Castiel can only protest, pushing the eldest Winchester away. He needs Dean to run, to look away, in case this body the hunter finds such pleasure in bursts and those startlingly honest green eyes are lost forever.

Castiel could heal him, sure, but he would never forgive himself.

He begs Dean to go, to leave him here and go help Sam fight the monster. If there was anything that could distract Dean from trying so desperately to save him, it would be a “good rumble” with a creature that he felt deserved his revenge. Not that Castiel considered himself something worth avenging, but he and Dean were close now, had been intimate, and his death would be both unforgettable and unforgivable in Dean’s eyes.

The heavy trench coat adorning his human body was stifling. He needs to take it off, to take it all off and let his body breath, to stretch his wings. Dean shakes his head in confusion at every one of Castiel’s attempts to voice his wants to shed his clothing, misconstruing the necessity for some kind of romantic advance. He tells Castiel that it isn’t the time or the place; Castiel shakes his head and slumps against Dean pathetically, like some weak newborn clinging to its mother. If only there were time to indulge in the sin of pride.

Please, Dean, please. I need to take them off. My wings are burning.

He mumbles it over and over into the hunter’s neck, sending silent prayers to an absent father that some of what he’s saying might come out intelligibly. Dean is incredibly perceptive for a human, but even the smartest of his species can’t understand the gibberish ramblings spilling out of a man, or an angel, that is slowly going insane from enduring such pain.

Dean’s hands support him, shifting him to where they can lock eyes. No matter what has happened - Lilith, Alastair, the seals, the apocalypse, Lucifer, Sam losing his soul - they have always been able to connect this way. Sure, Castiel is gifted with the natural ability to read Dean’s soul, due to the bond they forged when he dragged the man from the depths of perdition, but this is something else. All of their trust is solidified when they can look into each others’ eyes and see that it is returned.

Dean’s voice is strong and insistent in his ear, clearer than anything else in the world. “Calm down, calm down. Look at me. Let me take care of this.” Let me take care of you.

Castiel shrugs off his coat and lets Dean unknot his tie. The gentle swipe of Dean’s fingers against the hollow of his throat is something akin to ice touching fire; the cold is relieving for only a moment before steam is created, making the air even more uncomfortably humid. In other words, Dean’s touch does things to Castiel that his body can’t handle with the creature’s poison burning him up from the inside out.

He flinches away once Dean has helped him remove both his tie and shirt. The hint of betrayal expressed so openly in Dean’s eyes isn’t something Castiel can afford to linger on. He can only manage an apologetic whimper that earns him another icy hand on his cheek. If only he could say what he needs without the words coming out jumbled or in Enochian.

Instead, he settles for turning his back to Dean and slumping to better expose his shoulder blades. He can only hope the man that knows him in so many ways will know what the marks mean. There are undoubtedly extravagantly large bruises, speckled with red in places where the skin is bleeding from nonexistent wounds. There’s no way to keep the blades of his human body from twitching, struggling to hold up a weight they were never meant to carry.

Come Alive Once More (Dean/Castiel) Part 2

[fullonswayzeed]

Dean’s sharp, sudden intake of air tells Castiel he knows. “Oh, Cas. Is it your wings? What do I do? Can you show them to me?”

Castiel knows he can, that it’s only witnessing an angel’s grace that takes away a human’s sight, but he is still reluctant. There is only so much one can know about a person before it becomes too much to handle. Though he’ll never admit it, Castiel has always been truly terrified of Dean reaching that point with him. He is, after all, just another thing that the hunter would have ganked without a second thought not so many years ago.

“Cas, please,” is all it takes to have Castiel conceding, as it has on many occasions before. Though, Dean’s cool fingers, creating trails of momentary relief across the wounds showing on his shoulders, are not going unheeded.
He slowly releases the muscles he must keep constantly in check that hold his wings inside where they can’t be seen. The pain of releasing one’s wings is comparable, for a human, to what peeling off skin might feel like. So Castiel lets out a scream, collapsing onto his knees.

It must be confusing to Dean, the sight of him collapsing in what is apparently immense pain when all Dean can see with his human eyes is little shocks of white light racing through the air between them, materializing into broad, black wings. Blood, too, dripping from the enormous gash at the tip of his left wing, also becomes visible.

The hunter remains still, though his breathing is so obviously uneven. Castiel wants to tell him to touch, to run the pleasant chill of his fingertips over the feathers, but he can’t remember how. He can only grunt and wheeze, a slave to his nerve endings and the confines of a human vessel.

Dean, I just need you to touch me.

Finally, after a long moment of one of them struggling to breathe and the other breathing much too hard, Dean rounds Castiel’s quivering form and kneels at his side. The slide of his fingers through Castiel’s hair is, for lack of a better descriptor, heavenly. It’s as though someone has doused him in ice water.

“Cas,” Dean’s voice is barely a whisper. “I’m going to call Sam and get him to summon Balthazar. He probably knows how to fix this. But I’m going to stay right here. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

Castiel nods, because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Please, please, please

Then he leans into Dean because that, always, seems to be the correct solution.

I’m right here. Don’t be afraid, just reach out.

He feels Dean shift and then finally, tentatively, twine his fingers into the feathers.

Re: Come Alive Once More (Dean/Castiel) Part 2

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Ah! I just love fics where Dean comforts Cas for a change.