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Aug 30, 2009 20:02

Angua came back into Dean's room after doing her best to feed water to Roger and O-Ren, and frowned when she saw Castiel in his usual chair, arms braced on his legs and head tipped down. Probably praying ( Read more... )

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heartless_sob September 27 2009, 22:02:50 UTC

If Castiel could not be next to Dean, or even in the house, he decided he would remain as close as possible. He sat down on the small porch and leaned against the wall. He would wait, and pray.

weary_head September 27 2009, 23:39:07 UTC

Hours later, Dean felt a little less like ass warmed over. He also felt smelly, and as tempting as the offer of spongebath from Angua had been, Dean knew he wouldn't really feel like himself until he had a hot shower and a shave.

Towel slung over his shoulder, he left the hut, taking all of two steps down the porch before he noticed Castiel sitting there.

Dean froze. He was pissed - by god was he pissed - but he couldn't strike down the little stab of warmth that came from knowing that even human, guy was still looking out for him. Frustrating son of a bitch.

heartless_sob September 27 2009, 23:48:32 UTC

Castiel looked up, startled at the sudden noise. At first, his expression was blank, giving nothing away, but when he realized it was Dean standing there he rose to his feet, ignoring the tingling of his numb legs and behind.

He was relieved, feeling his heart (his heart) pounding in his chest. "You're back. Where did you go?"

weary_head September 27 2009, 23:59:45 UTC

"New York City," said Dean, looking the angel over. The expression on his face was so innocent - Dean felt torn between exhausted tears and punching the look right off of him.

"You promised me."

heartless_sob September 28 2009, 00:15:47 UTC

New York City? Had it been their New York City, and had he been there in some form? Castiel had worried that Dean had gone back, and without him or Sam there to partner with Dean. It wasn't as if Castiel had always been around in the past, he could not always look after Dean, but as of late Castiel had become even more protective of the human. His favorite human, his friend.

He went to say as much, but was rebuffed. He lowered his eyes, looked away. "I know, I am sorry, Dean. I hadn't meant to. I was...angry." He chanced a look up at Dean, feeling his face flush in shame.

weary_head September 28 2009, 00:28:27 UTC

"Angry like you wanted to hurt her?" Dean couldn't help but snap. "'Cause that's what you did. That's why I didn't want you to say anything, Cas."

heartless_sob September 28 2009, 00:46:19 UTC

Castiel flinched, looking up as defiant anger flared through his body as it had before. "I would never hurt her. I never touched her, Dean."

weary_head September 28 2009, 00:49:45 UTC

"I know that. Humans don't have to touch each other to hurt, and they don't have to go to hell to imagine how much it sucks for somebody else." He sighed, running his hands through his hair hard enough to pull. "I don't want anybody caught up in worrying about me, or about that. I'm here and I'm gonna stay here."

The last was spoken defiantly, as much to the island as to Castiel, and to any god who might be listening.

heartless_sob September 30 2009, 02:50:14 UTC

Castiel lowered his gaze, ashamed. His jaw clenched. He was disappointed in himself for breaching Dean's trust, and for letting something slip because he had been angry.

"I will apologize to her," he finally said.

weary_head October 1 2009, 00:50:21 UTC

Dean sighed, most of his anger draining out of him at the look on Castiel's face. "What got into you?" he asked, more quietly this time. "Huh? S'not like you."

heartless_sob October 1 2009, 01:13:44 UTC

"I was afraid," Castiel said, quietly, but earnest. "That you were in our world without me." He looked up. "Without anyone." Sam would have still been gone, and neither he or Angua would be there. Roger had been asleep, but Castiel did not think the man could hold his own in a fight of fisticuffs, let alone one with a monster.

weary_head October 1 2009, 01:42:52 UTC

"Cas, I been solo before," said Dean. "Lots of times. You don't have to freak out." He pushed a hand over his face, trying to hold his bland expression steady. Truth was, Dean was scared of being alone. He always had been, to varying but always paralyzing degrees, and the thought of being back in that bleak version of his own world, without Sam, without any of the others he'd come to love here...

"So I spend a few days hunting alone. What's the worst that could happen?"

heartless_sob October 1 2009, 02:16:06 UTC

Castiel frowned, knowing it was a show. Perhaps humanity was new to him, it's complexities beyond his full understanding as of yet, but he knew Dean. "I do not think you need me to remind you of the dangers in our world."

"Dean," Castiel said gently, "I've seen inside your head..."

weary_head October 1 2009, 02:20:04 UTC

"The other one's head," said Dean, quick to head off that conversation. Maybe Cas was breaking the rules, telling Angua about hell, but Dean wasn't ready to let it get any further than that. "I'm different. I never died." He drew himself up. "I'm good."

heartless_sob October 1 2009, 03:32:23 UTC

"Yes, you are free of many of the burdens the other Dean carried, but it is still you," Castiel said, daring a small smile.

weary_head October 2 2009, 02:38:59 UTC

Dean rolled his eyes, hiding the tiny smile that appeared in answer behind his hand. "Yeah," he muttered, "Okay." Having his hand this close to his face reminded him of another pressing concern.

"So, this bracelet."

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