Dean 4th Part Two
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Remember to reread the Warnings!
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Fridays meant that he could take off his Mr. Novak hat and become Castiel, Cas. He gathered his things quickly and rushed out of the classroom after the last bell. He spotted Sam in the far class room, he had detention duty, meaning Dean was home alone for the evening. A large smile came to Castiel’s face. He has grown close to the hard-headed Dean Winchester. The past few weeks they spent time together when he wasn’t Jensen. He felt sure he knew Dean better than before: his favorite color was grey despite the fact he wore a lot of green. He didn’t like onions, his favorite food was pie, especially the pie his mother used to make. He watches any sport that’s on, but he doesn’t feel that competitive in it. Castiel would just sit and listen, Dean opened up to him more after their awkward morning.
Dean even took Castiel to meet some of his friends from the police station, Victor and Garth. They were atypical cops; one very stern and the other very comical. Castiel was happy to have met them, even if he had a feeling they didn’t like him.
Castiel went to see Anna and she was thrilled to hear that Castiel was still with Jensen. He dared not to tell her about Dean or his personalities. He was truly happy for once. Whenever he thought about the relationship between himself and Dean, his heart fluttered like when he was a little boy.
He reached the door to the small town house Dean shared with Sam and knocked. The door opened and Castiel knew instantly that it was Jensen. Disappointment must have shown on his face because Jensen’s small smile melted away.
“Hello Castiel.” Tension blossomed immediately. His voice was low as he looked behind Castiel, searching for Sam.
“Hello Jensen. Sam has detention duty today,” he paused to search Jensen’s face, but only found a locked jaw and a stern brow. “I came to keep you company.”
“You mean, you came to keep Dean company.” Cas blinked - it shocked him like finding a spider on your arm.
“What?”
“Don’t act childish, I know Castiel. You’ve been vacant with me, going through the motions but not actually there,” Jensen paused and blocked the door. “And you’ve been coming by, making sure it was Dean and not me. I remember. I remember a moment where you and Dean sat in the living room. I saw how happy you were with him.”
“But you said, ‘Become friends with my other self, it’ll be a great idea!’” Castiel protested, raising his voice slightly.
“Friend’s yes, but he’s not me. He is a completely different person. You are technically cheating on me.”
Castiel whole body tensed up as he watched Jensen clench his fists and looked away from Castiel’s face.
“I think you need to leave us alone.”
Castiel felt the last few weeks crash down on him, and suddenly became uncontrollably defensive.
“This was your idea. I’m trying Jensen, but you think it’s easy to see the same person, yet it’s someone different every day? You were gone for three days in a row. How do you think that was for me? Sure Dean was there, but I can’t kiss Dean. How does that make me feel? Do you know how it feels to be in my shoes? Or are you so selfish you only think about yourself? That is Dean’s body, not yours,” Castiel spat. He regretted saying everything the moment he saw Jensen’s face fall, backing away from Castiel into the house. Castiel was sure Jensen was going to slam the door in his face, but the sad expression became a blank one, just staring at him. He slowly stepped inside with Jensen and grabbed his arm. “Jensen?”
Castiel shook him from the daze, but Jensen’s expression changed into a devilish smirk which made Castiel step back.
“Hello Cassie.” His voice was strange, unfamiliar. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Castiel searched for something in his face, anything familiar but all he saw was Dean with a strange voice and face. It hit him like a drop on a roller coaster - he was someone else.
“Who are you?” Castiel asked as he watched this new personality close the front door and turn to him. He placed a hand on his hip and continued smirking at Castiel.
“It’s me, Misha. The one you blamed on your little charades a few weeks ago. Nice going. Definitely something I would have done, well, back in the day,” Misha walked past Castiel swiftly and Castiel followed closely behind.
“How do you know that? What do you mean ‘back in the day’?” Castiel demanded. The anger from yelling at Jensen still boiled close to the surface in Castiel.
“I am cursed to know everything that happens to Dean. I’m like the computer memory bank for everything that happens to this body,” Misha said, entering the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. Castiel stopped by the table staring at Misha. “Hey, want to go get something to eat? I’m starving, I know this cute diner by the movie theatre, let’s go there.” He shot Castiel a wink, closing the fridge and slamming his hands on the table.
“Why?”
“Because I will tell Dean about Jensen and your relationship.” He sounded so cheerful.
“You can’t do that.”
“Yes I can.”
They stared at each other. Castiel weighed his options. He already technically lost Jensen, and Dean was all he had left. He gave a small nod and that wicked smile curled onto Misha’s face. It sent shivers down his spine.
They left the home with Misha literally skipping to the car. Something else was going on. Castiel drove them to the café, but Misha told him to park in front of the movie theatre. As soon as Castiel turned off the car, Misha was out of the car and sprinting to the movie theatre. Castiel quickly followed, afraid Sam would be mad for losing Dean, or worse, Dean would be mad because of what Misha did on his own.
Castiel entered the air conditioned lobby. Not many people at the movies right now, which was odd. He saw Misha at the concession counter with his hands gestured wildly in conversation. He was talking to a woman with gold eyes. Her identical long golden hair was pulled back in a tight tail hanging off her head. Her lips pulled around her teeth, showing her annoyance. Castiel hurried near them to hear the hushed conversation, which stopped when he arrived.
“Oh, uh, this is Castiel. Castiel, Vicky,” Misha introduced the girl in a red polo in a steady bored tone.
“Call me Victoria,” she just nodded her head to Castiel and then continued to glare at Misha. Castiel was confused.
“How do you know each other?”
“Vicky also has other personalities too,” Misha said as Victoria tried to hush him.
"She and Dean used to go to therapy together in the city. I met her while Dean was having an off day. She is the love of my life," he said it so nonchalantly as he smiled at Victoria. Victoria looked over at Castiel after giving a hard glare at Misha. She was lucky a counter was in between them because the way Misha was looking at her, he wanted all of her.
"Let me take a fifteen minute break, I would like to speak with Castiel," she emphasized his name before giving a sinister smirk towards Misha. She walked away and Misha let out a sigh.
"She'll be the death of me," Misha said. Castiel turned to see Victoria waving him over. He (moved closer) to her with Misha on his heels.
"So, Castiel how do you know...them?" she gestured to Misha, who was leering at her.
"Uh, I dated Jensen. I'm friends with Dean. Not sure how Misha and I are."
"Dated? Past tense? No, you're fine. He's easily won back," Misha said dismissively, moving closer to Victoria who didn't move. Her gold eyes wide were wide as she watched him. Castiel could tell by the way her eyes shined, she felt the same as Misha did. Then why so defensive?
"Misha!" Sam's voice was sudden and loud behind Castiel. Everyone turned wide eyes to a very angry Sam. "What do you think you're doing?"
Misha rushed to be in Sam’s space, pushing him lightly in the shoulders like a child.
"Why does Jensen get him and I can't have anyone?" he yelled, his voice echoing into the lobby. He turned to Victoria. "And why did you call him? Vicky?" The silence grew as the awkward girl just eyed each man.
"I can't Misha. One step to recovery is to not fall in love with a personality. You're not permanent, you're not real," she shut her eyes tight and turned away. Misha looked crushed. More crushed then Castiel has seen Jensen and Dean. He suddenly turned to Castiel and pulled him into a kiss. It tasted like Jensen but the eagerness was more intense. Castiel tried to push away, finally feeling hands pulling them apart.
"That's enough! Let's go Misha," Sam grabbed Misha's wrist and began to drag him away, towards the exit. Even in Dean's body, he seems small and almost powerless next to Sam. Castiel began to follow when a small hand wrapped around his wrist. He turned to find Victoria looking at him, eyes filled with tears.
"We all have our own demons inside to fight. We all do it differently. You need to be careful," she let out a shaky sigh. His heart began to beat faster. "Dean, Jensen, Misha; they feel horrible. Blaming my chemical imbalance on themselves, it wasn’t their faults." she paused to pull her sleeves down and wipe her eyes dry. "Tell Dean I miss him, he needs to come visit and stop sulking. It wasn't his fault."
Before Castiel could question it, a man in a suit called her back to work. His heart beat uncomfortably hard in his chest. Castiel rushed back to the parking lot where Sam was talking to Misha by their car. Castiel waved at them by his car and Sam mouthed ‘sorry.’ Castiel got in his own car and if he was going over the speed limit, he didn't notice.
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The next morning, Castiel felt numb. Something wasn't sitting right with him. He brushed it off for another feeling. He missed Dean, not Jensen. Dean is the solution to his problems, so he picked up his phone and called their house phone. Sam picked up right away sounding rushed.
"Hello, hi, oh Castiel."
"Uh hi Sam. Is Dean, um, there?"
"No. It's still Misha. Neither of us got any sleep. He's getting on my nerves! So I called in back-up."
"Back-up? Uh can I come over too?"
"I don't see why not. Could help get Jensen or Dean to stir awake."
They agree on a time and Castiel hung up. He looked forward to seeing Dean again, but the thought of Jensen makes his stomach turn, and Misha just made him irritated.
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When he arrived and Sam opened the door, he noticed Sam's cheeks were pinkish. Was he flustered? Sam led them to the living room where he could hear laughter. Victoria sat next to Misha but something was off.
"Uh, Castiel, this isn't Vicky, it's Gabriel today."
Victoria's body stood up, less feminine and with a smile that scared Castiel. She put a hand out to shake.
"Gabriel, only on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays," he winked at Castiel. He only assumed this personality was a ‘he’ because his voice was slightly lower and the posture was strange for a woman to have.
He took the hand slowly, once grasped, Gabriel shook it keenly.
"This is the man I was telling you about Gab!" Misha chirped, he was in a different mood. Guessing the personalities don't see bodies, only person’s.
"Ah, the man who fell for Jensen but FELL for Dean? Well aren't you in a pickle. Usually it's the other way around. How's Jensen's self esteem going to handle that?" they both snickered. Castiel felt like he was being laughed at. He gritted his teeth to keep quiet. Sam entered the room and the snickering halted from Gabriel.
"Sam! You never told me Dean’s man was such an angel," Gabe said, taking a few paces to stand next to Sam, incredibly close. Castiel shot a look at Misha for any sign of jealousy. It wasn't Victoria, but it was still her body. Castiel felt the same way with Dean. Seeing Dean but knowing it was not him. He let out a sigh and watched Misha do the same.
"Gab, I was thinking we could help Cas here win our Dean. You know Dean almost as well as I do," he smiled.
"Oh, do I know Dean."
"Guys, I don't think that's a good idea," Sam chirped.
"Don't be a spoil sport! Here," Misha turned to Cassie, l who was paying close attention to what Misha was saying. He couldn’t ignore them even if he tried. "Castiel, would you like to know how to win Deans heart?"
"Since Jensen broke up with you?" added Misha. Sam's expression changed and watched Castiel like a hawk.
Castiel thought about it. His heart was thumping uncomfortably in his chest and he wished more than anything Dean could be there instead of Misha. He thought back to Victoria's warning, and the only way to find out the truth was to have Dean answer. He gave the two men a quick nod. Sam grumbled and left the room in a huff. Misha and Gabriel gave Castiel an evil grin before sitting Castiel down.
"Now pay extra attention."
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Sam texted Castiel when Dean was back. Gabriel had accidentally become another personality named Meg, and Misha had Dean to take care of her. Confusing as it may seem, it didn't bother Castiel. He sat on his bed in a ridiculous suit and tie, one of the many instructions from Misha and Gabriel. This suit was his brother’s, making it slightly too big for him. He thought again of Victoria’s warning. What did she mean, and the scar? It sent a small shiver down his spine, but before he could think further his phone went off.
SAM: ok I'm getting ready to leave. Dean thinks you're coming over to "babysit" him.
CASTIEL: really? I don't think that will work.
SAM: trust me, it will.
Castiel gathered his things and headed over to the Winchesters. Once there, Sam answered the door looking spiffy.
"Who are you going out with anyways?" Castiel quickly asked as they went down the hall. What Castiel could see of Sam's face was bright red. He didn't answer. They found Dean in the living room watching the game, drinking a bottled coke. He didn't look up till Sam cleared his throat.
"Oh hey, my babysitter is here-" his insult was cut short when Dean finally looked up at them. "-why the suit Cas?" Dean pointed to the suit and his eyes scanned it.
"I had some parent-teacher-student meetings this afternoon. Dreaded weekend parents make me dress up," Castiel said, which was half a lie and half true. Green eyes continued to scan Castiel before Sam cleared his throat again.
"Well I'm off. Have fun you two," Sam started to make his exit, when Dean laughed loudly and shouted, "Tell Gabriel I said hi, oh and Victoria!" Castiel turned as the door slammed. The room instantly became tense. Dean returned to watching his show and Castiel stood there looking ridiculous.
"Sit down. You look more uncomfortable then a constipated baby."
Dean's voice startled him and he quickly took his seat next to Dean. The couch was so small, their hips and knees were touching. Has it always been this way, and Castiel is just noticing now? Dean's eyes were glued to the screen. Castiel waited an appropriate amount of time before speaking.
"So, how have you been?" Castiel asked. Dean shot him a look before going back to his game.
"Fine I guess. You know this. Last time I was awake was with you," Dean said, his face slowly going pink. He tried to hide it by making his expression angry looking, but Castiel caught it.
"Do you think we could go back to that diner some time, I loved their fries," Castiel said. He remembered Dean stared at him at the diner as he ate his fries. Dean now stared again.
"Uh sure. Right now?"
"No, well maybe after the game." Castiel shot him a smile. “I was thinking we should go only for the pie. But can we share this time?" It sounded as awkward as Castiel though it would, but he followed directions. "I can't finish one on my own." He licked his lips and watched Dean's eyes dart to his tongue. The audience on the TV cheered, drawing Dean's attention away again. Castiel leaned back into the seat, their shoulders now hitting each other. He loosened his tie and rubbed his neck a bit. He saw Dean eyes slide to the side to peek at Castiel, but resisted turning his head.
They stayed like that until the commercial break. Castiel then took off his overcoat and rolled up his white sleeves. It wasn't warm, but this was part of the plan. Misha was right, Dean mirrored Castiel by taking his green jacket off. A strange commercial came on and it made Castiel laugh, drawing attention to himself. Dean uncomfortably laughed back and eyed him.
"So, how's Jensen?" Dean asked looking behind Castiel. Avoiding eye contact.
"Fine. We had a disagreement and I have not seen him since." Half true. "And then Misha introduced me to Victoria, and Gabriel." Castiel watched Dean’s eyes widen, he shifted uncomfortably. He gave a stern look at something behind Castiel. Castiel turned to see what he was looking at, the hall way picture? Turning back, he found Deans eyes on him.
"What is it?" Castiel asked, now concerned.
"Uh, well Misha can make himself seen. Doctors say personalities are sometimes tied to the hallucinogenic part of the brain. He's uh, he's standing behind you, being a dick."
"What is he doing?" Castiel asked, afraid Misha forgot to tell him something.
"He's um, mimicking your appearance," Dean mumbled and looked down at the floor.
“My appearance?”
“Yeah, like what you look like. It’s bothering me.”
Castiel rested a hand on Dean’s shoulder, causing him to look up.
"It's fine. You know that, right? Just ignore him. I would be upset if you felt bad and thought you would have to take your pill." And that was the truth. Dean looked up, wide green eyes trained on Castiel’s face. Castiel gave him a small smile and Dean returned with one of his own. He was still eyeing wherever Misha was standing. Dean’s expression changed a few times before his face went bright red. Castiel ignored it and turned to the TV, the game was back on. If Dean was that worried, he was going to respect him and become a friend to rely on.
Suddenly, Dean was invading all his senses: lips on lips, hands on his face, the scent of car oil and honey filling his nose. Dean was kissing him. When he pulled away, Castiel saw his eyes shine green and face still bright red. His eyes were wide, almost in fear. The room was silent besides their breathing, his heart beating out of his ears. Kissing Dean was nothing like kissing Jensen or Misha, it was something completely new.
“I’m so sorry. It’s Misha, he’s- we- I’m sorry. I should take my pill,” Dean goes to scurry off the couch when Castiel grabs his wrist and pulled him back down. He slowly wrapped his hand around Dean’s neck and looks into his eyes for permission. Dean swallowed hard and gave the smallest nod that, if Castiel had blinked, he would have missed. He softly pressed his lips back to Dean’s. He felt Dean relax, pushing air through his nose. He leaned harder into the kiss, but Castiel didn't maneuver his body. He waited for Dean's move, which he took instantly by running his tongue over Castiel's locked lips. But the memory of Victoria hit him and he backed up. Dean stared at him with dark eyes, lips slowly swelling. Castiel heard himself mewl in the back of his throat. He tries to hide it but Dean laughed and leaned back. Castiel smiled at him and felt the heat in his face as the blood rushed to his cheeks. They stayed quiet, kissing, mewling, breathing each other’s air. Castiel was content. He realized that Dean was a very emotional person, like everyone said he was, but instead of saying his feelings he shows them through action. All of a sudden, Dean flinched away and jumped off the couch.
"What is it?" Castiel could only assume Misha was up to no good again.
"Nothing. It's nothing," Dean shook his head, and rushed into Castiel lap. It threw him off, but all questions melted away once Dean started doing things to his mouth he didn't dream possible. He grabbed onto Deans hips as Dean nipped aggressively at Castiel. The friction between them swelled and his mind began to become mush.
"Tell me, tell me what you want."
Castiel was taken aback by that question.
"What?"
"Tell me what you want," Dean repeated, out of breath. "I can't, unless you tell me."
Still dazed, Castiel tried to comprehend the question.
"I don't know, I don't want-"
Suddenly, Castiel knew."I want you to read me your Shakespeare." His heart began to race faster at the prospect, if that was possible.
Dean frowned.
"It's not Shakespeare and it's a type of iambic pentameter."
"Whatever it is. That's what I want"
He watched Dean think about what he just said. Castiel worried Dean would laugh at him or reject him. Instead, Dean leaned in and kissed where neck met shoulder. "Some act of Love’s bound to rehearse, I thought to bind him in my verse;" He moved up Castiel's neck to his jaw. "Which when he felt, ‘Away,’ quoth he, ‘Can poets hope to fetter me? It is enough they once did get Mars and my mother in their net; I wear not these my wings in vain.’ With which he fled me; and again," Castiel softly moaned, trying to swallow it down. Dean licked up the side of his cheek. "Into my rhymes could ne’er be got/ By any art. Then wonder not That since, my numbers are so cold, " He shut his eyes closed feeling Dean run his hands up and under Castiel shirt. "When Love is fled, and I grow old." And that was it, Castiel was lost in Dean's voice.
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Rubbing his face into the closest pillow, too lazy to scratch his face, Castiel stretched out his hands and hit something stiff. Castiel woke up with a start. Everything that happened last night came flooding back. His heart leaped out of his chest in fright. Who would he find next to him - Jensen or Dean? He turned to the other body to find him asleep. He intently stared, trying to figure out what he was going to do. The conclusion was to high-tail it out of there, Dean would understand if he woke up. He shifted in the bed to leave when a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Castiel yelped and turned quickly to the half asleep body.
"Sleep. Tired," it said. It was Dean. Letting out a loud sigh, Castiel pulled at his wrist.
"I should go. I have paper to grade."
"Grade 'em later," Dean mumbled into the pillow.
"It's Sunday, I should go to church."
"That's a lie," Dean said, slowly stirring awake.
"How do you know that's a lie?" he waited till Dean sat up, still holding Castiel's wrist.
"You're rubbing your fingers together. It's a nervous tick you have. Only happens when you lie."
Castiel looked down at his free hand to see he was doing exactly as Dean said. He immediately stopped.
"How did you..." he looked into Dean's face, green eyes still hazy with sleep.
"I used to be a detective, remember, and I have been spending some time with you," Dean smiled and yawned. "You also play with your clothes when you're happy. You didn't even notice that last night."
Dean scooted up so he mimicked the way Castiel was sitting on the edge of the bed. He yawns again and looked up at Castiel.
"Why are you trying to run away?" Castiel must have been doing another 'tick' because Dean’s eyes traveled to somewhere on his body and back to his face.
"I uh, was worried you'd wake up as-"
"Someone else?" Dean’s voice no longer sounded tired.
"Yes."
"I haven't taken my pill since Friday. I'm a hundred percent Dean. Misha might pop up, but he chooses when he wants to. And I don't think we need to worry about him."
He let go of Castiel's wrist and grabbed his hand instead. Dean squeezed his hand and stood up, dragging Castiel along with him.
"Breakfast and a walk sound good?" Dean let go of him at the door and smiled. "I'll make breakfast, you go get ready. My stuff is labeled green in the shower." He gave Castiel a wide smile and left him there.
Turning towards Dean’s room, Castiel remembered the first time Jensen took him here. He thought Dean was a slob and was just angry. Now he looks at the room and finds that the darkness of the room was because he was secretive. Well, he was a slob too.
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Showered, fed, and dressed. Castiel had his suit pants on, and white button up, rolled at the sleeves. Dean wore a green long sleeve shirt with jeans. Castiel never noticed how Dean dressed so simply compared to Jensen's well-put-together wardrobe. It was a cool fall day, but the sun was warm as they walked through their town’s main street. It was busy with after church crowds.
They talked about nonsense and enjoyed the occasional touch of a hand, bump of a shoulder.
As they entered the small park, Dean froze. Castiel looked in the direction that Dean was staring with wide green eyes. He noticed no children playing and only birds chirping. Then he saw a few people in black and then the yellow tape. Instantly he knew it was a crime scene. He turned to Dean who was already walking quickly over to it, Castiel quickly followed behind.
"Garth, Victor, what happened?" Dean asked once they were in earshot. Castiel didn't see anything but the yellow tape and the few officers. Two men turned to Dean and both looked at each other with a questioning look.
"Winchester!" one yelled, almost a cheer.
"Where have you been Dean? Working at the garage a lot?" The other sounded angry.
"Yeah, yeah. Now do you want my help or not?"
They nodded their head towards the yellow tape. The other one pointed to Castiel. Dean turned to him and gave him a stern look, almost asking if he was up for it. Castiel returned with a sharp nod.
“He’s with me.”
Simple as that, the officers brushed it off. Castiel rushed to stand as close to Dean as possible. They went past the yellow tape and around the wooden play set, and there it was.
“Oh my god,” Castiel said without thinking, covering his mouth in awe. There was a female body laying in the woodchips. Her arms were detached but near the body as if they cut them off in that position. She was wearing a white dress that was almost soaked with blood. Her lips were cut off in a way to make her look like she was smiling. Castiel’s (stomach turned) and he had to look away, his body suddenly drenched uncomfortably with a cold sweat.
“Look familiar?” asked Victor.
“Black Dahlia copycat?” Dean said stepping around the body, looking at every angle.
“I think that’s the cover. Look at her chest,” Garth pointed out. When Dean saw her chest, which was out of view from Castiel, he went wide eyed and looked up at Castiel.
“Garth, will you please escort Castiel here home. Stay with him until further notice,” Dean sounded completely different, professional as he tried to hide fear.
“Hey, you’re not our sergeant anymore!”
“Garth,” Victor snapped.
“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked trying to get to Dean’s side. Garth grabbed his wrist.
“Nothing, Cas. Just go home.”
And with that, Garth was dragging him to a cop car, Dean was getting smaller in his view. Something was terribly wrong.
The car ride was uncomfortably quiet all the way to Castiel’s small apartment. As soon as they were parked, Castiel was out of the door with Garth yelling after him to wait. He wasn’t exactly angry, just frustrated he didn’t know what was going on. He heard Garth quickly catch up as he unlocked his door, swinging it open and stepping inside. He left it open for Garth. Entering his small kitchen, he saw a man. The man quickly lifted his hand which made Castiel flinch and crouch to the ground, which was good because a gun was fired and Garth screamed. Castiel looked back up and saw a man in a suit smile down at him.
“You must be Castiel. Hello darling.”
Two other men came from the bedroom and dragged Garth’s unconscious body back into the bedroom.
“I’m Crowley, and if you don’t mind I would like to borrow you.”
He grabbed Castiel’s shirt collar and dragged him to his feet pointing the gun into his side. It was still warm from the shot and made Castiel hiss. This man was shorter than him but he sure knew what he was doing. He threw Castiel against his couch and pointed his gun at his head.
“Now I need your help, if you want to or not. Will you come with us quietly?” The men returned from the other room and blocked his only way to escape.
“Just take what you want and leave, you swine.”
“Oh, you sound just like him!” Castiel’s heart dropped.
“Like who?”
“Dean Winchester. You see, he owes me. Well, he doesn’t but his little personality named Alastair owes me his soul, and it’s time to pay up. I don’t care if Dean doesn’t want to, I don’t care about that.” The puzzle locks into place and before anything else, Crowley knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun.
Castiel thought he was in a mob movie when he opened his eyes in a dark, wet warehouse room with hardly any light coming from the broken glass windows. He was tied to something against the wall, arms behind his back. Castiel pulled at the rope, but nothing happened. The door squeaked open and Crowley entered the room.
“Hello Castiel. How are you this morning?”
“Lovely,” Castiel mocked.
“Good, let’s cut to the chase. I’ll make you a deal. Bring me Dean, medication free, and I’ll let you both live,” he lifted a finger up towards Castiel before anything else could be said. “Ah, hear me out. Once I have Alastair pay me back with a favor, you can have your Dean back. How ‘bout it? It’s like a win-win-win situation!”
The room fell silent. Castiel refused to answer, he knew Crowley wouldn’t like it. Before the silence grew longer, Crowley’s phone went off. He exited the room smiling. Castiel struggled with his bonds once more.
Hours passed before the door opened and Dean was pushed into the room. He wasn’t tied up but he looked scared out of his mind. Castiel realized it wasn’t Dean - it was Jensen.
“Jensen! Are you ok?” Castiel pulled on his bonds. Jensen was slowly getting up and looking around the room. His face was stained with tears and his breathing was erratic.
“Castiel? Why do they have you?”
“I don’t know. What happened, where’s Dean?”
“Castiel, it’s horrible. Dean swallowed the whole bottle. We are lucky we didn’t OD,” Jensen coughed and tried to take a deep gulp of air. “Misha appeared crying telling me what Dean did. Before I could escape these guys came and got me. I don’t know what to do. Misha won’t stop wailing.”
Jensen put his hands over his face and began to cry. Castiel wanted to jump up and help but he couldn’t. All he could do was watch as Jensen, Misha and Dean cried in pain. Crowley is going to have to wait, that’s why Dean took the pills, hoping it would hold down himself and Alastair.
“Jensen. We have to get out of here, come untie me. I can help.”
Castiel watched Jensen curl into himself and began to moan in more pain. Castiel continued to try to reassure himself and Jensen they would get out of this alive. Jensen began throwing up in the corner- pills were sliding out of his throat like they were candy from a piñata.
Hours passed; the light from outside the window dims and the day was ending. Crowley came in right after he turned on the small light above them. Jensen was curled up next to Castiel who couldn’t do anything but let him rest his head in his lap as his hands were tied behind him.
“Evening boys. Pleasant reunion?”
Two men walked in and dragged Jensen away from Castiel. He was so exhausted that he went without a fight, eyes still half closed.
“Leave him alone!” Castiel yelled, struggling. He could feel blood dripping from the ropes.
“Oh we will, not to worry about your precious Dean.”
Crowley took out a knife that would be mistaken for a sword it was so long. He cut the rope tying Castiel to the ground and pulled him to his feet. His feet were numb and felt like they were full of pins and needles, keeping him from standing up properly but Crowley held him up.
“Jensen, darling, wake up. Look. Look at Castiel here.”
They watched as Jensen bobbed his head up, eyes slowly opening.
“I need to speak with Dean, or better yet, get me Alastair,” Crowley said. Jensen just eyed them and his head dropped again. “Jensen!” Crowley tumultuously yelled.
“He’s not here right now,” mumbled Jensen, for a split second Castiel feared Crowley had won. “I can take a message if you want.” Oh.
“Misha! My favorite, but you’re not who I want to speak to. I want Dean.”
“Well you can’t have him, nor Castiel. Just leave us alone ass butt!” Misha said. Crowley took a sharp intake of breath and lifted Castiel’s arm, slicing the knife across his bicep. Blood dripped down his arm, red and oozing. Castiel bit his tongue and hissed in pain.
“Stop. You’re so childish Crowley, always have been. Even Alastair thinks you’re childish.”
Crowley moved towards Misha as he was speaking and hit him across the face. Crowley hit him again and again, until the two men dropped him and Crowley just started kicking him until Misha fell into unconsciousness.
Crowley left the room and the two men dragged Castiel back to his place on the ground tying him to the floor before he could get to Dean’s body. He struggled, feeling the cuts on his wrist and his arm painfully reminded him he was getting weaker by the second. The men left and Castiel feared the worst. He began to scream at Misha to wake up, untie him. He began to scream Jensen’s name and to remind him to stop being a coward. He screamed Dean’s name and yelling he wasn’t done with him yet. Tears fogged his vision as his voice became horsed by the yelling. He finally gave up once he saw light creep inside the warehouse once more. He shut his eyes as he laid uncomfortably on the wet floor, sticky with blood.
Someone whispering towards Castiel startled him awake. He flinched away when he saw green eyes in his face.
“D-Dean?” Castiel opened his eyes to Dean but his posture was strange.
“Sorry. No.” The voice was sharply. He felt the new personality untie him. He pulled Castiel’s hands in front of him and looked down at them. “We need to get you out of here.” His voice was calming, slow. The man started to lift Castiel, but he pushed the man away. It wasn’t Dean, Jensen, nor Misha - he didn’t trust him. “You believe me to be Alastair. Do not fret, I am not. My name is Michael.” He went to help Castiel again. “I am here to protect you, and you alone.”
The green eyes scanned Castiel’s cut arm. The door squeaked open and Castiel felt the weight of Michael leave. He watched as Michael slid into the guard’s personal space, hit him in the jaw and grabbed the hand with the gun. The gun slipped from the guard’s hand into Michael’s. Michael took it and smashed the butt of the gun against the guard’s head. The guard fell and Michael walked back to him with a blank face.
“Let us go,” He swung Castiel’s arm around him to carry them both.
Walking through the warehouse, Michael would let go of Castiel, lean him against something, and quickly knock guards unconscious, but never shot the actual gun. They had no problem until they saw the exit: Crowley and two guards blocked their escape.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“Out,” Michael said with a straight face.
“Oh? You think that’s allowed?”
“Crowley, you have no place in this world, nor reckoning. You have no option of redemption, so you must die.”
Michael swiftly lifted his gun and fired three rounds in quick succession. Castiel closed his eyes and hid his face in Michael’s shoulder. The dull thud of a body hitting the floor was soon followed by feet hurrying away. Castiel looked up and saw Crowley’s dead body and no other.
“Let us leave.”
Michael dragged Castiel out of the warehouse, hotwired a car, and drove them to a hospital.
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Castiel woke in a white robe, inside a smelly hospital bed. He saw his cut arm bandaged and his other arm stuck with tubes and needles. He continued to look around the room to find Michael staring at him.
“Hello.”
“Hello, you are Michael right?” Castiel’s throat was dry. Instantly, Michael grabbed a cup and proceeded to fill it.
“Yes. And you are in love with Dean Winchester,” he plopped a straw into the cup and handed it to Castiel. He hesitated before taking it.
“And you are a personality created to protect Dean.”
“Wrong. I am a personality created by Dean, to protect you,” he said, green eyes almost too light to call green. Castiel heard himself gasp, but he didn’t know he was doing it until it echoed in the room. “He loves you Castiel. Ever since he saw you in that book store. He knew you were with Jensen, yet he pretended. He never believed in love at first sight until you. Can you believe me when I say, Dean Winchester is madly, and absolutely, in love with you?”
Castiel felt something fall from his eyes. Tears? He was still in shock. He wanted to believe Michael, but it could be a trick from a strange personality. He hiccupped, running his hands over his bleary eyes.
“Let him say so himself,” Michael said, Castiel watched as he closed his eyes and rested his head down. Slowly it rose and eyes reopened to a darker green. Once they spotted Castiel, scanning his posture and injuries, they became wide.
“Cas!”
It was Dean. He rushed to his side and grabbed onto his hand squeezing it. Making sure this was real. “I am so sorry. This is my fault,” Dean said. He put his head down onto Castiel’s lap and began to weep. They both wept for different reasons.
“Dean, I love you,” Castiel said between gasp of air from crying. Dean looked up from his posture and gave a weak smile.
“I love you too Cas, just, promise me you won’t fall for any more of my personalities,” he let out a shaky laugh and put his head back down, grabbing onto Castiel. Castiel placed his hand into Dean’s hair and rested his head into the pillow. They both tried to calm down, with light hiccups and sniffles. He hasn’t cried like that since he was a kid. It felt real. It felt human. He felt like he’s never felt before.
Castiel fell for Jensen, but he fell in love with Dean Winchester.
FIN.
Remember to reread the Warnings!
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Fridays meant that he could take off his Mr. Novak hat and become Castiel, Cas. He gathered his things quickly and rushed out of the classroom after the last bell. He spotted Sam in the far class room, he had detention duty, meaning Dean was home alone for the evening. A large smile came to Castiel’s face. He has grown close to the hard-headed Dean Winchester. The past few weeks they spent time together when he wasn’t Jensen. He felt sure he knew Dean better than before: his favorite color was grey despite the fact he wore a lot of green. He didn’t like onions, his favorite food was pie, especially the pie his mother used to make. He watches any sport that’s on, but he doesn’t feel that competitive in it. Castiel would just sit and listen, Dean opened up to him more after their awkward morning.
Dean even took Castiel to meet some of his friends from the police station, Victor and Garth. They were atypical cops; one very stern and the other very comical. Castiel was happy to have met them, even if he had a feeling they didn’t like him.
Castiel went to see Anna and she was thrilled to hear that Castiel was still with Jensen. He dared not to tell her about Dean or his personalities. He was truly happy for once. Whenever he thought about the relationship between himself and Dean, his heart fluttered like when he was a little boy.
He reached the door to the small town house Dean shared with Sam and knocked. The door opened and Castiel knew instantly that it was Jensen. Disappointment must have shown on his face because Jensen’s small smile melted away.
“Hello Castiel.” Tension blossomed immediately. His voice was low as he looked behind Castiel, searching for Sam.
“Hello Jensen. Sam has detention duty today,” he paused to search Jensen’s face, but only found a locked jaw and a stern brow. “I came to keep you company.”
“You mean, you came to keep Dean company.” Cas blinked - it shocked him like finding a spider on your arm.
“What?”
“Don’t act childish, I know Castiel. You’ve been vacant with me, going through the motions but not actually there,” Jensen paused and blocked the door. “And you’ve been coming by, making sure it was Dean and not me. I remember. I remember a moment where you and Dean sat in the living room. I saw how happy you were with him.”
“But you said, ‘Become friends with my other self, it’ll be a great idea!’” Castiel protested, raising his voice slightly.
“Friend’s yes, but he’s not me. He is a completely different person. You are technically cheating on me.”
Castiel whole body tensed up as he watched Jensen clench his fists and looked away from Castiel’s face.
“I think you need to leave us alone.”
Castiel felt the last few weeks crash down on him, and suddenly became uncontrollably defensive.
“This was your idea. I’m trying Jensen, but you think it’s easy to see the same person, yet it’s someone different every day? You were gone for three days in a row. How do you think that was for me? Sure Dean was there, but I can’t kiss Dean. How does that make me feel? Do you know how it feels to be in my shoes? Or are you so selfish you only think about yourself? That is Dean’s body, not yours,” Castiel spat. He regretted saying everything the moment he saw Jensen’s face fall, backing away from Castiel into the house. Castiel was sure Jensen was going to slam the door in his face, but the sad expression became a blank one, just staring at him. He slowly stepped inside with Jensen and grabbed his arm. “Jensen?”
Castiel shook him from the daze, but Jensen’s expression changed into a devilish smirk which made Castiel step back.
“Hello Cassie.” His voice was strange, unfamiliar. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Castiel searched for something in his face, anything familiar but all he saw was Dean with a strange voice and face. It hit him like a drop on a roller coaster - he was someone else.
“Who are you?” Castiel asked as he watched this new personality close the front door and turn to him. He placed a hand on his hip and continued smirking at Castiel.
“It’s me, Misha. The one you blamed on your little charades a few weeks ago. Nice going. Definitely something I would have done, well, back in the day,” Misha walked past Castiel swiftly and Castiel followed closely behind.
“How do you know that? What do you mean ‘back in the day’?” Castiel demanded. The anger from yelling at Jensen still boiled close to the surface in Castiel.
“I am cursed to know everything that happens to Dean. I’m like the computer memory bank for everything that happens to this body,” Misha said, entering the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. Castiel stopped by the table staring at Misha. “Hey, want to go get something to eat? I’m starving, I know this cute diner by the movie theatre, let’s go there.” He shot Castiel a wink, closing the fridge and slamming his hands on the table.
“Why?”
“Because I will tell Dean about Jensen and your relationship.” He sounded so cheerful.
“You can’t do that.”
“Yes I can.”
They stared at each other. Castiel weighed his options. He already technically lost Jensen, and Dean was all he had left. He gave a small nod and that wicked smile curled onto Misha’s face. It sent shivers down his spine.
They left the home with Misha literally skipping to the car. Something else was going on. Castiel drove them to the café, but Misha told him to park in front of the movie theatre. As soon as Castiel turned off the car, Misha was out of the car and sprinting to the movie theatre. Castiel quickly followed, afraid Sam would be mad for losing Dean, or worse, Dean would be mad because of what Misha did on his own.
Castiel entered the air conditioned lobby. Not many people at the movies right now, which was odd. He saw Misha at the concession counter with his hands gestured wildly in conversation. He was talking to a woman with gold eyes. Her identical long golden hair was pulled back in a tight tail hanging off her head. Her lips pulled around her teeth, showing her annoyance. Castiel hurried near them to hear the hushed conversation, which stopped when he arrived.
“Oh, uh, this is Castiel. Castiel, Vicky,” Misha introduced the girl in a red polo in a steady bored tone.
“Call me Victoria,” she just nodded her head to Castiel and then continued to glare at Misha. Castiel was confused.
“How do you know each other?”
“Vicky also has other personalities too,” Misha said as Victoria tried to hush him.
"She and Dean used to go to therapy together in the city. I met her while Dean was having an off day. She is the love of my life," he said it so nonchalantly as he smiled at Victoria. Victoria looked over at Castiel after giving a hard glare at Misha. She was lucky a counter was in between them because the way Misha was looking at her, he wanted all of her.
"Let me take a fifteen minute break, I would like to speak with Castiel," she emphasized his name before giving a sinister smirk towards Misha. She walked away and Misha let out a sigh.
"She'll be the death of me," Misha said. Castiel turned to see Victoria waving him over. He (moved closer) to her with Misha on his heels.
"So, Castiel how do you know...them?" she gestured to Misha, who was leering at her.
"Uh, I dated Jensen. I'm friends with Dean. Not sure how Misha and I are."
"Dated? Past tense? No, you're fine. He's easily won back," Misha said dismissively, moving closer to Victoria who didn't move. Her gold eyes wide were wide as she watched him. Castiel could tell by the way her eyes shined, she felt the same as Misha did. Then why so defensive?
"Misha!" Sam's voice was sudden and loud behind Castiel. Everyone turned wide eyes to a very angry Sam. "What do you think you're doing?"
Misha rushed to be in Sam’s space, pushing him lightly in the shoulders like a child.
"Why does Jensen get him and I can't have anyone?" he yelled, his voice echoing into the lobby. He turned to Victoria. "And why did you call him? Vicky?" The silence grew as the awkward girl just eyed each man.
"I can't Misha. One step to recovery is to not fall in love with a personality. You're not permanent, you're not real," she shut her eyes tight and turned away. Misha looked crushed. More crushed then Castiel has seen Jensen and Dean. He suddenly turned to Castiel and pulled him into a kiss. It tasted like Jensen but the eagerness was more intense. Castiel tried to push away, finally feeling hands pulling them apart.
"That's enough! Let's go Misha," Sam grabbed Misha's wrist and began to drag him away, towards the exit. Even in Dean's body, he seems small and almost powerless next to Sam. Castiel began to follow when a small hand wrapped around his wrist. He turned to find Victoria looking at him, eyes filled with tears.
"We all have our own demons inside to fight. We all do it differently. You need to be careful," she let out a shaky sigh. His heart began to beat faster. "Dean, Jensen, Misha; they feel horrible. Blaming my chemical imbalance on themselves, it wasn’t their faults." she paused to pull her sleeves down and wipe her eyes dry. "Tell Dean I miss him, he needs to come visit and stop sulking. It wasn't his fault."
Before Castiel could question it, a man in a suit called her back to work. His heart beat uncomfortably hard in his chest. Castiel rushed back to the parking lot where Sam was talking to Misha by their car. Castiel waved at them by his car and Sam mouthed ‘sorry.’ Castiel got in his own car and if he was going over the speed limit, he didn't notice.
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The next morning, Castiel felt numb. Something wasn't sitting right with him. He brushed it off for another feeling. He missed Dean, not Jensen. Dean is the solution to his problems, so he picked up his phone and called their house phone. Sam picked up right away sounding rushed.
"Hello, hi, oh Castiel."
"Uh hi Sam. Is Dean, um, there?"
"No. It's still Misha. Neither of us got any sleep. He's getting on my nerves! So I called in back-up."
"Back-up? Uh can I come over too?"
"I don't see why not. Could help get Jensen or Dean to stir awake."
They agree on a time and Castiel hung up. He looked forward to seeing Dean again, but the thought of Jensen makes his stomach turn, and Misha just made him irritated.
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When he arrived and Sam opened the door, he noticed Sam's cheeks were pinkish. Was he flustered? Sam led them to the living room where he could hear laughter. Victoria sat next to Misha but something was off.
"Uh, Castiel, this isn't Vicky, it's Gabriel today."
Victoria's body stood up, less feminine and with a smile that scared Castiel. She put a hand out to shake.
"Gabriel, only on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays," he winked at Castiel. He only assumed this personality was a ‘he’ because his voice was slightly lower and the posture was strange for a woman to have.
He took the hand slowly, once grasped, Gabriel shook it keenly.
"This is the man I was telling you about Gab!" Misha chirped, he was in a different mood. Guessing the personalities don't see bodies, only person’s.
"Ah, the man who fell for Jensen but FELL for Dean? Well aren't you in a pickle. Usually it's the other way around. How's Jensen's self esteem going to handle that?" they both snickered. Castiel felt like he was being laughed at. He gritted his teeth to keep quiet. Sam entered the room and the snickering halted from Gabriel.
"Sam! You never told me Dean’s man was such an angel," Gabe said, taking a few paces to stand next to Sam, incredibly close. Castiel shot a look at Misha for any sign of jealousy. It wasn't Victoria, but it was still her body. Castiel felt the same way with Dean. Seeing Dean but knowing it was not him. He let out a sigh and watched Misha do the same.
"Gab, I was thinking we could help Cas here win our Dean. You know Dean almost as well as I do," he smiled.
"Oh, do I know Dean."
"Guys, I don't think that's a good idea," Sam chirped.
"Don't be a spoil sport! Here," Misha turned to Cassie, l who was paying close attention to what Misha was saying. He couldn’t ignore them even if he tried. "Castiel, would you like to know how to win Deans heart?"
"Since Jensen broke up with you?" added Misha. Sam's expression changed and watched Castiel like a hawk.
Castiel thought about it. His heart was thumping uncomfortably in his chest and he wished more than anything Dean could be there instead of Misha. He thought back to Victoria's warning, and the only way to find out the truth was to have Dean answer. He gave the two men a quick nod. Sam grumbled and left the room in a huff. Misha and Gabriel gave Castiel an evil grin before sitting Castiel down.
"Now pay extra attention."
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Sam texted Castiel when Dean was back. Gabriel had accidentally become another personality named Meg, and Misha had Dean to take care of her. Confusing as it may seem, it didn't bother Castiel. He sat on his bed in a ridiculous suit and tie, one of the many instructions from Misha and Gabriel. This suit was his brother’s, making it slightly too big for him. He thought again of Victoria’s warning. What did she mean, and the scar? It sent a small shiver down his spine, but before he could think further his phone went off.
SAM: ok I'm getting ready to leave. Dean thinks you're coming over to "babysit" him.
CASTIEL: really? I don't think that will work.
SAM: trust me, it will.
Castiel gathered his things and headed over to the Winchesters. Once there, Sam answered the door looking spiffy.
"Who are you going out with anyways?" Castiel quickly asked as they went down the hall. What Castiel could see of Sam's face was bright red. He didn't answer. They found Dean in the living room watching the game, drinking a bottled coke. He didn't look up till Sam cleared his throat.
"Oh hey, my babysitter is here-" his insult was cut short when Dean finally looked up at them. "-why the suit Cas?" Dean pointed to the suit and his eyes scanned it.
"I had some parent-teacher-student meetings this afternoon. Dreaded weekend parents make me dress up," Castiel said, which was half a lie and half true. Green eyes continued to scan Castiel before Sam cleared his throat again.
"Well I'm off. Have fun you two," Sam started to make his exit, when Dean laughed loudly and shouted, "Tell Gabriel I said hi, oh and Victoria!" Castiel turned as the door slammed. The room instantly became tense. Dean returned to watching his show and Castiel stood there looking ridiculous.
"Sit down. You look more uncomfortable then a constipated baby."
Dean's voice startled him and he quickly took his seat next to Dean. The couch was so small, their hips and knees were touching. Has it always been this way, and Castiel is just noticing now? Dean's eyes were glued to the screen. Castiel waited an appropriate amount of time before speaking.
"So, how have you been?" Castiel asked. Dean shot him a look before going back to his game.
"Fine I guess. You know this. Last time I was awake was with you," Dean said, his face slowly going pink. He tried to hide it by making his expression angry looking, but Castiel caught it.
"Do you think we could go back to that diner some time, I loved their fries," Castiel said. He remembered Dean stared at him at the diner as he ate his fries. Dean now stared again.
"Uh sure. Right now?"
"No, well maybe after the game." Castiel shot him a smile. “I was thinking we should go only for the pie. But can we share this time?" It sounded as awkward as Castiel though it would, but he followed directions. "I can't finish one on my own." He licked his lips and watched Dean's eyes dart to his tongue. The audience on the TV cheered, drawing Dean's attention away again. Castiel leaned back into the seat, their shoulders now hitting each other. He loosened his tie and rubbed his neck a bit. He saw Dean eyes slide to the side to peek at Castiel, but resisted turning his head.
They stayed like that until the commercial break. Castiel then took off his overcoat and rolled up his white sleeves. It wasn't warm, but this was part of the plan. Misha was right, Dean mirrored Castiel by taking his green jacket off. A strange commercial came on and it made Castiel laugh, drawing attention to himself. Dean uncomfortably laughed back and eyed him.
"So, how's Jensen?" Dean asked looking behind Castiel. Avoiding eye contact.
"Fine. We had a disagreement and I have not seen him since." Half true. "And then Misha introduced me to Victoria, and Gabriel." Castiel watched Dean’s eyes widen, he shifted uncomfortably. He gave a stern look at something behind Castiel. Castiel turned to see what he was looking at, the hall way picture? Turning back, he found Deans eyes on him.
"What is it?" Castiel asked, now concerned.
"Uh, well Misha can make himself seen. Doctors say personalities are sometimes tied to the hallucinogenic part of the brain. He's uh, he's standing behind you, being a dick."
"What is he doing?" Castiel asked, afraid Misha forgot to tell him something.
"He's um, mimicking your appearance," Dean mumbled and looked down at the floor.
“My appearance?”
“Yeah, like what you look like. It’s bothering me.”
Castiel rested a hand on Dean’s shoulder, causing him to look up.
"It's fine. You know that, right? Just ignore him. I would be upset if you felt bad and thought you would have to take your pill." And that was the truth. Dean looked up, wide green eyes trained on Castiel’s face. Castiel gave him a small smile and Dean returned with one of his own. He was still eyeing wherever Misha was standing. Dean’s expression changed a few times before his face went bright red. Castiel ignored it and turned to the TV, the game was back on. If Dean was that worried, he was going to respect him and become a friend to rely on.
Suddenly, Dean was invading all his senses: lips on lips, hands on his face, the scent of car oil and honey filling his nose. Dean was kissing him. When he pulled away, Castiel saw his eyes shine green and face still bright red. His eyes were wide, almost in fear. The room was silent besides their breathing, his heart beating out of his ears. Kissing Dean was nothing like kissing Jensen or Misha, it was something completely new.
“I’m so sorry. It’s Misha, he’s- we- I’m sorry. I should take my pill,” Dean goes to scurry off the couch when Castiel grabs his wrist and pulled him back down. He slowly wrapped his hand around Dean’s neck and looks into his eyes for permission. Dean swallowed hard and gave the smallest nod that, if Castiel had blinked, he would have missed. He softly pressed his lips back to Dean’s. He felt Dean relax, pushing air through his nose. He leaned harder into the kiss, but Castiel didn't maneuver his body. He waited for Dean's move, which he took instantly by running his tongue over Castiel's locked lips. But the memory of Victoria hit him and he backed up. Dean stared at him with dark eyes, lips slowly swelling. Castiel heard himself mewl in the back of his throat. He tries to hide it but Dean laughed and leaned back. Castiel smiled at him and felt the heat in his face as the blood rushed to his cheeks. They stayed quiet, kissing, mewling, breathing each other’s air. Castiel was content. He realized that Dean was a very emotional person, like everyone said he was, but instead of saying his feelings he shows them through action. All of a sudden, Dean flinched away and jumped off the couch.
"What is it?" Castiel could only assume Misha was up to no good again.
"Nothing. It's nothing," Dean shook his head, and rushed into Castiel lap. It threw him off, but all questions melted away once Dean started doing things to his mouth he didn't dream possible. He grabbed onto Deans hips as Dean nipped aggressively at Castiel. The friction between them swelled and his mind began to become mush.
"Tell me, tell me what you want."
Castiel was taken aback by that question.
"What?"
"Tell me what you want," Dean repeated, out of breath. "I can't, unless you tell me."
Still dazed, Castiel tried to comprehend the question.
"I don't know, I don't want-"
Suddenly, Castiel knew."I want you to read me your Shakespeare." His heart began to race faster at the prospect, if that was possible.
Dean frowned.
"It's not Shakespeare and it's a type of iambic pentameter."
"Whatever it is. That's what I want"
He watched Dean think about what he just said. Castiel worried Dean would laugh at him or reject him. Instead, Dean leaned in and kissed where neck met shoulder. "Some act of Love’s bound to rehearse, I thought to bind him in my verse;" He moved up Castiel's neck to his jaw. "Which when he felt, ‘Away,’ quoth he, ‘Can poets hope to fetter me? It is enough they once did get Mars and my mother in their net; I wear not these my wings in vain.’ With which he fled me; and again," Castiel softly moaned, trying to swallow it down. Dean licked up the side of his cheek. "Into my rhymes could ne’er be got/ By any art. Then wonder not That since, my numbers are so cold, " He shut his eyes closed feeling Dean run his hands up and under Castiel shirt. "When Love is fled, and I grow old." And that was it, Castiel was lost in Dean's voice.
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Rubbing his face into the closest pillow, too lazy to scratch his face, Castiel stretched out his hands and hit something stiff. Castiel woke up with a start. Everything that happened last night came flooding back. His heart leaped out of his chest in fright. Who would he find next to him - Jensen or Dean? He turned to the other body to find him asleep. He intently stared, trying to figure out what he was going to do. The conclusion was to high-tail it out of there, Dean would understand if he woke up. He shifted in the bed to leave when a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Castiel yelped and turned quickly to the half asleep body.
"Sleep. Tired," it said. It was Dean. Letting out a loud sigh, Castiel pulled at his wrist.
"I should go. I have paper to grade."
"Grade 'em later," Dean mumbled into the pillow.
"It's Sunday, I should go to church."
"That's a lie," Dean said, slowly stirring awake.
"How do you know that's a lie?" he waited till Dean sat up, still holding Castiel's wrist.
"You're rubbing your fingers together. It's a nervous tick you have. Only happens when you lie."
Castiel looked down at his free hand to see he was doing exactly as Dean said. He immediately stopped.
"How did you..." he looked into Dean's face, green eyes still hazy with sleep.
"I used to be a detective, remember, and I have been spending some time with you," Dean smiled and yawned. "You also play with your clothes when you're happy. You didn't even notice that last night."
Dean scooted up so he mimicked the way Castiel was sitting on the edge of the bed. He yawns again and looked up at Castiel.
"Why are you trying to run away?" Castiel must have been doing another 'tick' because Dean’s eyes traveled to somewhere on his body and back to his face.
"I uh, was worried you'd wake up as-"
"Someone else?" Dean’s voice no longer sounded tired.
"Yes."
"I haven't taken my pill since Friday. I'm a hundred percent Dean. Misha might pop up, but he chooses when he wants to. And I don't think we need to worry about him."
He let go of Castiel's wrist and grabbed his hand instead. Dean squeezed his hand and stood up, dragging Castiel along with him.
"Breakfast and a walk sound good?" Dean let go of him at the door and smiled. "I'll make breakfast, you go get ready. My stuff is labeled green in the shower." He gave Castiel a wide smile and left him there.
Turning towards Dean’s room, Castiel remembered the first time Jensen took him here. He thought Dean was a slob and was just angry. Now he looks at the room and finds that the darkness of the room was because he was secretive. Well, he was a slob too.
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Showered, fed, and dressed. Castiel had his suit pants on, and white button up, rolled at the sleeves. Dean wore a green long sleeve shirt with jeans. Castiel never noticed how Dean dressed so simply compared to Jensen's well-put-together wardrobe. It was a cool fall day, but the sun was warm as they walked through their town’s main street. It was busy with after church crowds.
They talked about nonsense and enjoyed the occasional touch of a hand, bump of a shoulder.
As they entered the small park, Dean froze. Castiel looked in the direction that Dean was staring with wide green eyes. He noticed no children playing and only birds chirping. Then he saw a few people in black and then the yellow tape. Instantly he knew it was a crime scene. He turned to Dean who was already walking quickly over to it, Castiel quickly followed behind.
"Garth, Victor, what happened?" Dean asked once they were in earshot. Castiel didn't see anything but the yellow tape and the few officers. Two men turned to Dean and both looked at each other with a questioning look.
"Winchester!" one yelled, almost a cheer.
"Where have you been Dean? Working at the garage a lot?" The other sounded angry.
"Yeah, yeah. Now do you want my help or not?"
They nodded their head towards the yellow tape. The other one pointed to Castiel. Dean turned to him and gave him a stern look, almost asking if he was up for it. Castiel returned with a sharp nod.
“He’s with me.”
Simple as that, the officers brushed it off. Castiel rushed to stand as close to Dean as possible. They went past the yellow tape and around the wooden play set, and there it was.
“Oh my god,” Castiel said without thinking, covering his mouth in awe. There was a female body laying in the woodchips. Her arms were detached but near the body as if they cut them off in that position. She was wearing a white dress that was almost soaked with blood. Her lips were cut off in a way to make her look like she was smiling. Castiel’s (stomach turned) and he had to look away, his body suddenly drenched uncomfortably with a cold sweat.
“Look familiar?” asked Victor.
“Black Dahlia copycat?” Dean said stepping around the body, looking at every angle.
“I think that’s the cover. Look at her chest,” Garth pointed out. When Dean saw her chest, which was out of view from Castiel, he went wide eyed and looked up at Castiel.
“Garth, will you please escort Castiel here home. Stay with him until further notice,” Dean sounded completely different, professional as he tried to hide fear.
“Hey, you’re not our sergeant anymore!”
“Garth,” Victor snapped.
“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked trying to get to Dean’s side. Garth grabbed his wrist.
“Nothing, Cas. Just go home.”
And with that, Garth was dragging him to a cop car, Dean was getting smaller in his view. Something was terribly wrong.
The car ride was uncomfortably quiet all the way to Castiel’s small apartment. As soon as they were parked, Castiel was out of the door with Garth yelling after him to wait. He wasn’t exactly angry, just frustrated he didn’t know what was going on. He heard Garth quickly catch up as he unlocked his door, swinging it open and stepping inside. He left it open for Garth. Entering his small kitchen, he saw a man. The man quickly lifted his hand which made Castiel flinch and crouch to the ground, which was good because a gun was fired and Garth screamed. Castiel looked back up and saw a man in a suit smile down at him.
“You must be Castiel. Hello darling.”
Two other men came from the bedroom and dragged Garth’s unconscious body back into the bedroom.
“I’m Crowley, and if you don’t mind I would like to borrow you.”
He grabbed Castiel’s shirt collar and dragged him to his feet pointing the gun into his side. It was still warm from the shot and made Castiel hiss. This man was shorter than him but he sure knew what he was doing. He threw Castiel against his couch and pointed his gun at his head.
“Now I need your help, if you want to or not. Will you come with us quietly?” The men returned from the other room and blocked his only way to escape.
“Just take what you want and leave, you swine.”
“Oh, you sound just like him!” Castiel’s heart dropped.
“Like who?”
“Dean Winchester. You see, he owes me. Well, he doesn’t but his little personality named Alastair owes me his soul, and it’s time to pay up. I don’t care if Dean doesn’t want to, I don’t care about that.” The puzzle locks into place and before anything else, Crowley knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun.
Castiel thought he was in a mob movie when he opened his eyes in a dark, wet warehouse room with hardly any light coming from the broken glass windows. He was tied to something against the wall, arms behind his back. Castiel pulled at the rope, but nothing happened. The door squeaked open and Crowley entered the room.
“Hello Castiel. How are you this morning?”
“Lovely,” Castiel mocked.
“Good, let’s cut to the chase. I’ll make you a deal. Bring me Dean, medication free, and I’ll let you both live,” he lifted a finger up towards Castiel before anything else could be said. “Ah, hear me out. Once I have Alastair pay me back with a favor, you can have your Dean back. How ‘bout it? It’s like a win-win-win situation!”
The room fell silent. Castiel refused to answer, he knew Crowley wouldn’t like it. Before the silence grew longer, Crowley’s phone went off. He exited the room smiling. Castiel struggled with his bonds once more.
Hours passed before the door opened and Dean was pushed into the room. He wasn’t tied up but he looked scared out of his mind. Castiel realized it wasn’t Dean - it was Jensen.
“Jensen! Are you ok?” Castiel pulled on his bonds. Jensen was slowly getting up and looking around the room. His face was stained with tears and his breathing was erratic.
“Castiel? Why do they have you?”
“I don’t know. What happened, where’s Dean?”
“Castiel, it’s horrible. Dean swallowed the whole bottle. We are lucky we didn’t OD,” Jensen coughed and tried to take a deep gulp of air. “Misha appeared crying telling me what Dean did. Before I could escape these guys came and got me. I don’t know what to do. Misha won’t stop wailing.”
Jensen put his hands over his face and began to cry. Castiel wanted to jump up and help but he couldn’t. All he could do was watch as Jensen, Misha and Dean cried in pain. Crowley is going to have to wait, that’s why Dean took the pills, hoping it would hold down himself and Alastair.
“Jensen. We have to get out of here, come untie me. I can help.”
Castiel watched Jensen curl into himself and began to moan in more pain. Castiel continued to try to reassure himself and Jensen they would get out of this alive. Jensen began throwing up in the corner- pills were sliding out of his throat like they were candy from a piñata.
Hours passed; the light from outside the window dims and the day was ending. Crowley came in right after he turned on the small light above them. Jensen was curled up next to Castiel who couldn’t do anything but let him rest his head in his lap as his hands were tied behind him.
“Evening boys. Pleasant reunion?”
Two men walked in and dragged Jensen away from Castiel. He was so exhausted that he went without a fight, eyes still half closed.
“Leave him alone!” Castiel yelled, struggling. He could feel blood dripping from the ropes.
“Oh we will, not to worry about your precious Dean.”
Crowley took out a knife that would be mistaken for a sword it was so long. He cut the rope tying Castiel to the ground and pulled him to his feet. His feet were numb and felt like they were full of pins and needles, keeping him from standing up properly but Crowley held him up.
“Jensen, darling, wake up. Look. Look at Castiel here.”
They watched as Jensen bobbed his head up, eyes slowly opening.
“I need to speak with Dean, or better yet, get me Alastair,” Crowley said. Jensen just eyed them and his head dropped again. “Jensen!” Crowley tumultuously yelled.
“He’s not here right now,” mumbled Jensen, for a split second Castiel feared Crowley had won. “I can take a message if you want.” Oh.
“Misha! My favorite, but you’re not who I want to speak to. I want Dean.”
“Well you can’t have him, nor Castiel. Just leave us alone ass butt!” Misha said. Crowley took a sharp intake of breath and lifted Castiel’s arm, slicing the knife across his bicep. Blood dripped down his arm, red and oozing. Castiel bit his tongue and hissed in pain.
“Stop. You’re so childish Crowley, always have been. Even Alastair thinks you’re childish.”
Crowley moved towards Misha as he was speaking and hit him across the face. Crowley hit him again and again, until the two men dropped him and Crowley just started kicking him until Misha fell into unconsciousness.
Crowley left the room and the two men dragged Castiel back to his place on the ground tying him to the floor before he could get to Dean’s body. He struggled, feeling the cuts on his wrist and his arm painfully reminded him he was getting weaker by the second. The men left and Castiel feared the worst. He began to scream at Misha to wake up, untie him. He began to scream Jensen’s name and to remind him to stop being a coward. He screamed Dean’s name and yelling he wasn’t done with him yet. Tears fogged his vision as his voice became horsed by the yelling. He finally gave up once he saw light creep inside the warehouse once more. He shut his eyes as he laid uncomfortably on the wet floor, sticky with blood.
Someone whispering towards Castiel startled him awake. He flinched away when he saw green eyes in his face.
“D-Dean?” Castiel opened his eyes to Dean but his posture was strange.
“Sorry. No.” The voice was sharply. He felt the new personality untie him. He pulled Castiel’s hands in front of him and looked down at them. “We need to get you out of here.” His voice was calming, slow. The man started to lift Castiel, but he pushed the man away. It wasn’t Dean, Jensen, nor Misha - he didn’t trust him. “You believe me to be Alastair. Do not fret, I am not. My name is Michael.” He went to help Castiel again. “I am here to protect you, and you alone.”
The green eyes scanned Castiel’s cut arm. The door squeaked open and Castiel felt the weight of Michael leave. He watched as Michael slid into the guard’s personal space, hit him in the jaw and grabbed the hand with the gun. The gun slipped from the guard’s hand into Michael’s. Michael took it and smashed the butt of the gun against the guard’s head. The guard fell and Michael walked back to him with a blank face.
“Let us go,” He swung Castiel’s arm around him to carry them both.
Walking through the warehouse, Michael would let go of Castiel, lean him against something, and quickly knock guards unconscious, but never shot the actual gun. They had no problem until they saw the exit: Crowley and two guards blocked their escape.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“Out,” Michael said with a straight face.
“Oh? You think that’s allowed?”
“Crowley, you have no place in this world, nor reckoning. You have no option of redemption, so you must die.”
Michael swiftly lifted his gun and fired three rounds in quick succession. Castiel closed his eyes and hid his face in Michael’s shoulder. The dull thud of a body hitting the floor was soon followed by feet hurrying away. Castiel looked up and saw Crowley’s dead body and no other.
“Let us leave.”
Michael dragged Castiel out of the warehouse, hotwired a car, and drove them to a hospital.
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Castiel woke in a white robe, inside a smelly hospital bed. He saw his cut arm bandaged and his other arm stuck with tubes and needles. He continued to look around the room to find Michael staring at him.
“Hello.”
“Hello, you are Michael right?” Castiel’s throat was dry. Instantly, Michael grabbed a cup and proceeded to fill it.
“Yes. And you are in love with Dean Winchester,” he plopped a straw into the cup and handed it to Castiel. He hesitated before taking it.
“And you are a personality created to protect Dean.”
“Wrong. I am a personality created by Dean, to protect you,” he said, green eyes almost too light to call green. Castiel heard himself gasp, but he didn’t know he was doing it until it echoed in the room. “He loves you Castiel. Ever since he saw you in that book store. He knew you were with Jensen, yet he pretended. He never believed in love at first sight until you. Can you believe me when I say, Dean Winchester is madly, and absolutely, in love with you?”
Castiel felt something fall from his eyes. Tears? He was still in shock. He wanted to believe Michael, but it could be a trick from a strange personality. He hiccupped, running his hands over his bleary eyes.
“Let him say so himself,” Michael said, Castiel watched as he closed his eyes and rested his head down. Slowly it rose and eyes reopened to a darker green. Once they spotted Castiel, scanning his posture and injuries, they became wide.
“Cas!”
It was Dean. He rushed to his side and grabbed onto his hand squeezing it. Making sure this was real. “I am so sorry. This is my fault,” Dean said. He put his head down onto Castiel’s lap and began to weep. They both wept for different reasons.
“Dean, I love you,” Castiel said between gasp of air from crying. Dean looked up from his posture and gave a weak smile.
“I love you too Cas, just, promise me you won’t fall for any more of my personalities,” he let out a shaky laugh and put his head back down, grabbing onto Castiel. Castiel placed his hand into Dean’s hair and rested his head into the pillow. They both tried to calm down, with light hiccups and sniffles. He hasn’t cried like that since he was a kid. It felt real. It felt human. He felt like he’s never felt before.
Castiel fell for Jensen, but he fell in love with Dean Winchester.
FIN.