Remove The Knife
Tittle: Remove The Knife
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, language
Summary: So, I did some research about this song, and found out it was written by Katie Bush, and in an interview she made a comment about making deals with the Devil and God. Also, this takes place after, this, and because laura_trekkie asked, I made it happy to the best of my ability!
Word Count: 1013
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
A/N: Written for round 6: Placebo Lyrics.
"you know, I thought a deal with the devil, you know. And I thought, 'well, no, why not a deal with God!' You know, because in a way it's so much more powerful the whole idea of asking God to make a deal with you."
-Kate Bush (wrote Running Up That Hill)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_Up_That_Hill
Castiel was dead. Well, at least to Dean, Castiel was dead. The angel had stabbed him in the back, and twisted the knife, a lot. Sam was gone, the angels had taken him away, and Dean had no clue how to get him back. So, Dean was doing the one thing he knew he could do; go to Bobby for help. Bobby would know how to find Sam, or at least, how to trap an angel long enough to get the information out of him, and at this point, Dean really wanted to torture an angel. Specifically, a certain angel with blue eyes, black hair, and soft red lips. Now THAT angel, Dean wouldn't mind "playing" with, and if that angel was say, attached to a rack while they were "playing", well, Dean wouldn't complain. So, this explained why Dean was now flooring it to Bobby's scrap yard, alone.
"Dean, we must speak."
Dean's foot slammed on the brake as the voice came out of no where. "Dammit, Cas, what the hell?"
"We must speak."
"Fine, let's talk about how you and your asshole brothers took my brother from me."
The angel looked down at the floor, then back up to Dean. "It was not how I wished things to go, but you must understand, Sam brought this upon himself."
"Why Cas, because a demon put blood in him when he was a baby? Yeah cause he had control over that." Dean wanted to kill this angel, or better yet, torture him. So, Dean decided that he was going to torture this angel, he removed his foot from the brake and placed it on the gas, speeding up as to get to Bobby's before the angel disappeared like he always did.
"No, because of what he was doing, while we were looking for leads on Lucifer's whereabouts." Castiel could read Dean's thoughts, knew that the hunter wanted to and planned to torture him, and yet, Castiel could not get himself to leave, he knew the hunter wanted payback, and so, Castiel was going to give it to him.
"Oh, and what was he doing, playing games on his laptop instead of looking up jobs?" Dean couldn't control the hatred that was laced in that question.
"Making a deal with Lucifer."
Dean slammed the brake again, "What?"
"Sam was trying to make a deal with Lucifer." Castiel was staring out the front window, refusing to look at Dean.
"Sam wouldn't do that, he knows better."
"He is not Sam. Has not been Sam since Lucifer rose."
Dean grabbed the collar of Castiel's trench coat, forcing the angel to look at him, "You think I don't know my baby brother? Ya know, I use to trust you, hell, I use to love you, and now, you tell me that my brother isn't my brother, and he was trying to make a deal with the devil?"
"Sam is a demon, his eyes can turn black, he still uses his powers." Castiel still refused to meet his gaze, "Sam made his deal, he would remain safe, and he would give Lucifer an angel in return. Lucifer agreed, the deal was made."
Dean's grip slowly relaxed, but still did not let go, "Okay, so, I'll make a deal with God, that's more powerful than a deal with the Devil right?"
"Yes, but," Castiel finally met Dean's gaze. "It would-"
Dean cut him off, "Fine then." Dean turned off the Impala and got out of the car, Castiel followed, "How do I make a deal with him?"
Castiel looked up at the night sky, "You pray, but do not say that you have a deal. It must not be directly said."
Dean nodded "Okay, let's try this. Hey God, I was just wondering, could I have my brother back? If I get him back, I wont torture Castiel to the point of which he'll want to die." Castiel shook his head, "And, I'll do what I'm told, and I'll even listen to Castiel. Please God, I just want Sammy back." Dean looked down at the ground, tears where forming at the edges of his eyes. Castiel was right in front of Dean when he looked back up. Castiel slowly brought his hand up to wipe Dean's tears away, and Dean let him.
"Dean," The voice was inside Dean's head, and it was kinda loud too, "you may have Sam back, but keep in mind, he isn't the brother you remember. He is your responsibility, and if he does something wrong, or makes another deal,you shall be the one who will be punished."
Dean smiled as Castiel's hand lingered on his cheek. Maybe, Dean could have his brother, and his angel, he would just have to babysit two people, instead of one. "I will." Castiel tilted his head at Dean's words. Dean just smiled and pressed his lips to Castiel's.
"Okay, this is definitely the first thing I want to see when they let me out of angel prison."
Dean smiled, Sam was back. "Hey Sammy, welcome back!"
"Yeah, like I said, not the welcome I wanted to see." Sam was leaning on the Impala, a smile on his face.
"HEY! Who said you could lean on my baby?" Dean took a step closer to Sam, and then thought twice about it because then Castiel would be at least an arm length away. However, before Dean could do anything, Castiel wrapped his hand around Dean's and lead him over to the Impala.
"Samuel." Castiel refused to say anymore, he did not really want to speak to the younger Winchester.
"Castiel." Sam turned to Dean, "Took you long enough."
Dean punched Sam's shoulder with his free hand, "Fine, next time, I'll just let you stay up there."
"Hey, beats watching you and your angel making out." Sam pretended to gag.
Dean smiled as he pulled Castiel to him and placed a long kiss on Castiel's lips. "Okay, I'm gonna go find out if there's a way to bleach my brain."
Dean laughed, and deepened the kiss, maybe, for once, Dean could have his cake and eat it too, at least, for a short amount of time, but hey, some time was better than no time.
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, language
Summary: So, I did some research about this song, and found out it was written by Katie Bush, and in an interview she made a comment about making deals with the Devil and God. Also, this takes place after, this, and because laura_trekkie asked, I made it happy to the best of my ability!
Word Count: 1013
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
A/N: Written for round 6: Placebo Lyrics.
"you know, I thought a deal with the devil, you know. And I thought, 'well, no, why not a deal with God!' You know, because in a way it's so much more powerful the whole idea of asking God to make a deal with you."
-Kate Bush (wrote Running Up That Hill)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Running_Up_That_Hill
Castiel was dead. Well, at least to Dean, Castiel was dead. The angel had stabbed him in the back, and twisted the knife, a lot. Sam was gone, the angels had taken him away, and Dean had no clue how to get him back. So, Dean was doing the one thing he knew he could do; go to Bobby for help. Bobby would know how to find Sam, or at least, how to trap an angel long enough to get the information out of him, and at this point, Dean really wanted to torture an angel. Specifically, a certain angel with blue eyes, black hair, and soft red lips. Now THAT angel, Dean wouldn't mind "playing" with, and if that angel was say, attached to a rack while they were "playing", well, Dean wouldn't complain. So, this explained why Dean was now flooring it to Bobby's scrap yard, alone.
"Dean, we must speak."
Dean's foot slammed on the brake as the voice came out of no where. "Dammit, Cas, what the hell?"
"We must speak."
"Fine, let's talk about how you and your asshole brothers took my brother from me."
The angel looked down at the floor, then back up to Dean. "It was not how I wished things to go, but you must understand, Sam brought this upon himself."
"Why Cas, because a demon put blood in him when he was a baby? Yeah cause he had control over that." Dean wanted to kill this angel, or better yet, torture him. So, Dean decided that he was going to torture this angel, he removed his foot from the brake and placed it on the gas, speeding up as to get to Bobby's before the angel disappeared like he always did.
"No, because of what he was doing, while we were looking for leads on Lucifer's whereabouts." Castiel could read Dean's thoughts, knew that the hunter wanted to and planned to torture him, and yet, Castiel could not get himself to leave, he knew the hunter wanted payback, and so, Castiel was going to give it to him.
"Oh, and what was he doing, playing games on his laptop instead of looking up jobs?" Dean couldn't control the hatred that was laced in that question.
"Making a deal with Lucifer."
Dean slammed the brake again, "What?"
"Sam was trying to make a deal with Lucifer." Castiel was staring out the front window, refusing to look at Dean.
"Sam wouldn't do that, he knows better."
"He is not Sam. Has not been Sam since Lucifer rose."
Dean grabbed the collar of Castiel's trench coat, forcing the angel to look at him, "You think I don't know my baby brother? Ya know, I use to trust you, hell, I use to love you, and now, you tell me that my brother isn't my brother, and he was trying to make a deal with the devil?"
"Sam is a demon, his eyes can turn black, he still uses his powers." Castiel still refused to meet his gaze, "Sam made his deal, he would remain safe, and he would give Lucifer an angel in return. Lucifer agreed, the deal was made."
Dean's grip slowly relaxed, but still did not let go, "Okay, so, I'll make a deal with God, that's more powerful than a deal with the Devil right?"
"Yes, but," Castiel finally met Dean's gaze. "It would-"
Dean cut him off, "Fine then." Dean turned off the Impala and got out of the car, Castiel followed, "How do I make a deal with him?"
Castiel looked up at the night sky, "You pray, but do not say that you have a deal. It must not be directly said."
Dean nodded "Okay, let's try this. Hey God, I was just wondering, could I have my brother back? If I get him back, I wont torture Castiel to the point of which he'll want to die." Castiel shook his head, "And, I'll do what I'm told, and I'll even listen to Castiel. Please God, I just want Sammy back." Dean looked down at the ground, tears where forming at the edges of his eyes. Castiel was right in front of Dean when he looked back up. Castiel slowly brought his hand up to wipe Dean's tears away, and Dean let him.
"Dean," The voice was inside Dean's head, and it was kinda loud too, "you may have Sam back, but keep in mind, he isn't the brother you remember. He is your responsibility, and if he does something wrong, or makes another deal,you shall be the one who will be punished."
Dean smiled as Castiel's hand lingered on his cheek. Maybe, Dean could have his brother, and his angel, he would just have to babysit two people, instead of one. "I will." Castiel tilted his head at Dean's words. Dean just smiled and pressed his lips to Castiel's.
"Okay, this is definitely the first thing I want to see when they let me out of angel prison."
Dean smiled, Sam was back. "Hey Sammy, welcome back!"
"Yeah, like I said, not the welcome I wanted to see." Sam was leaning on the Impala, a smile on his face.
"HEY! Who said you could lean on my baby?" Dean took a step closer to Sam, and then thought twice about it because then Castiel would be at least an arm length away. However, before Dean could do anything, Castiel wrapped his hand around Dean's and lead him over to the Impala.
"Samuel." Castiel refused to say anymore, he did not really want to speak to the younger Winchester.
"Castiel." Sam turned to Dean, "Took you long enough."
Dean punched Sam's shoulder with his free hand, "Fine, next time, I'll just let you stay up there."
"Hey, beats watching you and your angel making out." Sam pretended to gag.
Dean smiled as he pulled Castiel to him and placed a long kiss on Castiel's lips. "Okay, I'm gonna go find out if there's a way to bleach my brain."
Dean laughed, and deepened the kiss, maybe, for once, Dean could have his cake and eat it too, at least, for a short amount of time, but hey, some time was better than no time.