Blood and Love
Blood and Love
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters/Pairing(s): Castiel, Dean, Zachariah. Small amount of Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: No real warnings except there is playing with knives...kinda
Summary: What happens when humans drink angel blood?
Word Count: 2,066
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters...
A/N: This is my longest fic to date and this is the first fic I've ever written that had a prompt...
Rain, the concept was easy enough to understand. It was like mini tears, they were just falling from the sky.
Castiel liked the rain. It seemed peaceful. It seemed like the rain could wash everything away. Pain, guilt, blood, betrayal, everything.
“Castiel,” Zachariah stood a few feet away from Castiel. “Are you ready to come home?”
Castiel turned around to face Zachariah. “You would allow me back into heaven? After what I have done?”
“You never left. You just…took a wrong turn.”
“This is why you did not allow the archangels to kill me. Why you brought me here.”
“Yes, we need you. You are the only one who can control Dean Winchester. The only one who can make Dean Winchester…believe.”
“By believe…you mean, make him a vessel.” Castiel stared at Zachariah in disbelief. There were two ways in which someone could become a vessel. The first way was if someone asked to become a vessel, which, Castiel knew Dean would never do. The second would be if that person drank angel blood, Holy blood. “Dean would never…not after what happened with Sam.”
Castiel walked over to the window, watching the rain fall. “I would never…” his voice trailing off as he thought back on the pain Dean felt when he found out about Sam’s addiction to demon blood. Castiel could never and would never, put Dean through something like that again.
“Dean won’t feel anything.” Zachariah said, reading Castiel’s mind. “You wouldn’t be causing him pain. You would be allowing him to have his well deserved peace.”
“He would not feel pain because he would not feel. He would not be!” Castiel could feel himself growing angrier. Before he had met Dean, these feelings would be foreign and confusing, but now, Castiel knew exactly what they were. Then again, before Dean, Castiel never would have said no to his orders.
“Castiel, I understand your pain. With everything you’ve been through these last 48 hours. Tell you what; I’ll let you think about it. Keep in mind though, Castiel, this is an important decision that could save or condemn humanity.”
Castiel now stood outside Bobby’s house, in the rain. Castiel’s eyes skimmed the area around him, only stopping when he noticed Dean was watching him from the porch, neither made a move towards the other.
“Cas?” Dean’s voice broke the silence, but still neither moved. “I thought you were dead.”
“No. I was spared.” Castiel looked away from Dean, not wanting to remember the reason why he was spared.
“What? Why?” Dean finally walked towards Castiel, off the porch and only stopping when he was about six feet away from Castiel.
“They had a job they needed me to do.” Castiel still refused to look at Dean.
“What job? I thought that after what we did, they would be hunting us, not asking us for help.” Dean took a step forward.
“No. They still need us, and our willing to forget about what we did, so long as we help them.” Tears forming in Castiel’s eyes, all because he did not want to tell Dean what the angels were planning on doing, with or without Castiel’s help.
“Cas?” Dean closed the distance between himself and Castiel placing a caring hand on Castiel’s shoulder.
“I do not understand these feelings.” Castiel finally met Dean’s gaze. A gaze that was filled with care and concern.
“It’s sorrow Cas.” Dean placed his other hand on Castiel’s empty shoulder. “It’s normal Cas, everyone feels it.”
“No. It is not normal. Angels are not supposed to feel!” Castiel’s tears started to fall, mixing in with the peaceful rain that did not fit the scene currently taking place.
“Cas.” Dean moved his hand up to Castiel’s eyes to wipe away Castiel’s tears.
“You say my name a lot.” Castiel attempted to make a joke, knowing that that was what Dean would normally do when he did not want to show emotions. It was strange how much of Dean had rubbed off on Castiel.
Dean laughed, “Well I’ll be damned Cas, you made a joke!” Castiel allowed a small smile to appear on his face.
“Is it not what you would have done?” A giant grin suddenly appeared on Dean’s face.
“Dude! Okay, I’m soaking wet, let’s go inside.” Dean was laughing as he gently nudged Castiel towards Bobby’s house. Taking the hint, Castiel nodded and walked forwards. “And, I hate to say it but, eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what the angels want us to do.”
Castiel shook his head. “After you sleep. You seem as though you have not slept in a while.”
Dean pushed open the front door and nodded, “I haven’t slept for 48 hours.”
Castiel stopped. It had been 48 hours since they had last seen each other. Then again, it had also been 48 hours since Lucifer had risen. The latter must be the reason for Dean’s lack of sleep. Not because Castiel had been gone. Dean did not truly care if Castiel was missing. Dean had no reason to care if Castiel was with him or not. Dean did not feel the way about Castiel that Castiel felt about Dean. Which was a good thing, because the way Castiel felt was unnatural and a sin.
Castiel sat in some random chair, in some random room, watching Dean sleep. Dean seemed at peace while he slept. Peace. According to Zachariah, Castiel could give Dean eternal peace. All it would take was a few drops of his blood, and Dean could be forever happy.
Castiel stood up and walked over to Dean’s bed. Dean was lying on his back, his face stuck in a terrified mask, but Dean did not move. Castiel wondered that thoughts could be causing Dean to look the way he did. You would be allowing him to have his well deserved peace. Zachariah’s words popped into Castiel’s head.
Dean let out a soft moan, his head tilting slightly to the side, his lips parting slightly. Castiel placed a calming hand on Dean’s cheek, causing Dean’s face to become one of indifference. Dean could always look like that. All it would take was Castiel’s blood.
Castiel removed his hand from Dean’s cheek, causing Dean to look scared again. Castiel looked at the door that led into what seemed like a closet. Castiel walked over to the door and placed his forehead against it. The cool smooth feel of the wood allowed Castiel to clear his mind and just stand there.
“Castiel.” Zachariah was sitting on Dean’s bed, a hand on Dean’s forehead.
Castiel turned around and stalked over to where Zachariah sat, anger pulsating though out his entire body. How dare Zachariah have a hand on Dean! Castiel’s Dean!
Zachariah stood up before Castiel reached him, his hand still on Dean’s forehead, in order to keep Dean asleep. “Have you made your decision?”
“Yes.” Castiel moved his hand over Zachariah’s and pulled Zachariah’s hand off of Dean. “I will never harm Dean.” Castiel placed his hand on Dean’s forehead, in an attempt to remove Zachariah’s scent from Dean.
“Castiel, I shall give you one last shot. Make Dean believe or I shall do it for you, and life for Dean will not be easy. So, either your blood, or mine.” With that, Zachariah disappeared; leaving a confused and scarred Castiel standing by Dean’s bed, hand still on Deans’ forehead. For a second time that day, Castiel cried, something angels were not suppose to do. Was this Castiel falling? Gaining human emotions and reactions? If Castiel gave Dean his blood, Castiel would not fall and Dean would live a peaceful life.
Removing his hand from Dean’s forehead, Castiel returned to his random chair. On the way, Castiel picked up one of Dean’s knives, and as he sat down, he placed the knife on his wrist, like he had done two days before.
“You going suicidal on me Cas?” Dean was sitting up in bed, running a hand through his hair.
Castiel removed the knife from his wrist and stared at Dean, trying to hide his emotions. “Dean, we must speak.”
“Alright Cas. What’s up?”
“Zachariah has spoken to me twice.” Castiel stood up and walked over to the window. “He has told me of what the angels have planned for the both us.”
“Okay, so, what’s the plan?” Dean had gotten up and had walked over to stand next to Castiel.
“To make you a vessel.” Castiel turned his head to see Dean’s reaction.
“No, hell no! I refuse. Why in the world would that son of a bitch think I would ever willing give up my dead sexy body to help that prick?” Castiel could see Dean’s anger clearly on his face.
“He does not expect you to do so willingly.” Castiel looked back out the window, now afraid to see Dean’s face.
“Then how?” Dean turned to face Castiel.
“There is a second way.” Castiel met Dean’s confused gaze. “Zachariah has told me that if I do not do it, he will.”
Dean placed his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, forcing Castiel to face him completely. “What is he trying to make you do?”
“He wishes for me to force you to become a vessel by…” Castiel looked away from Dean’s concerned eyes, “by making you drink my blood.” Castiel refused to meet Dean’s gaze.
For the first time in a while, Dean was speechless; he just shook his head over and over again.
In an attempt to make Dean happy, Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I said no, and I will always say no. I refuse to harm you in anyway.”
“Castiel?” It had been awhile since Dean had used Castiel’s full name. “What will happen to you?”
“I do not know.” Castiel removed his hand from Dan’s shoulder and returned to starring out the window. “We must leave here. Zachariah knows we are here and will stop at nothing to change you.”
Dean nodded, “Where? If we aren’t safe here, than where?”
“I do not know. The barn where we first met will last for a short time. It will give us a chance to plan the next move.”
“When?”
“Doesn’t matter?” Zachariah was sitting in Castiel’s random chair. Both Dean and Castiel turned around with looks of horror on their faces. “Castiel, I expected so much more out of you.”
Castiel was thrown against the closet door, landing with a loud thud. Dean was thrown on the bad, unable to get up.
“I told you Castiel, this will happen, with or without your help.” Zachariah walked over to Castiel, knife in hand. “Although, to be nice, I’ll use your blood.”
Once he reached Castiel, Zachariah rolled up Castiel’s jacket sleeve and gently placed the knife on Castiel’s wrist, a small smile on Zachariah’s face. “Actually, I have a better plan.” Removing the knife from Castiel’s wrist, Zachariah placed it on Castiel’s neck, cutting carefully enough to draw blood, but not to make the injury life threatening. Zachariah wanted Castiel to live through Dean’s transformation, to make Castiel see what happens when you disobey the angels.
Dean was pulled off the bed and pressed against Castiel, his mouth covering where the knife had cut Castiel’s throat. Castiel’s blood running warmly against Dean’s closed lips. Dean refused to open them and drink.
“I’m sorry.” Castiel’s voice was soft, barely heard. “Please forgive me.” Tears in Castiel’s eyes, yet again.
“There is no reason for you to apologize. I will always forgive you for you are my brother.” Zachariah smiled and placed a hand on Castiel’s cheek.
“Not you.” Castiel spat, “Dean!”
Zachariah was outraged. He forced Dean’s mouth to open, filling with Castiel’s blood. He then forced Dean to swallow, allowing the warm liquid to slide down Dean’s throat. Both were released from there hold. With a moan, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean, never wanting to let go. Without warning, Dean removed his lips from Castiel’s neck and placed them on Castiel’s wanting lips.
Castiel was taken aback by how fierce and needing Dean’s kiss was. Castiel tasted a strange sweet taste. The realization of what that taste was scared Castiel. It was blood, his blood. That was it, they had lost and now, Dean was gone, for good. This kiss was Dean’s final sin and rebellion before he was replaced by an angel who would forever follow orders.
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters/Pairing(s): Castiel, Dean, Zachariah. Small amount of Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: No real warnings except there is playing with knives...kinda
Summary: What happens when humans drink angel blood?
Word Count: 2,066
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters...
A/N: This is my longest fic to date and this is the first fic I've ever written that had a prompt...
Rain, the concept was easy enough to understand. It was like mini tears, they were just falling from the sky.
Castiel liked the rain. It seemed peaceful. It seemed like the rain could wash everything away. Pain, guilt, blood, betrayal, everything.
“Castiel,” Zachariah stood a few feet away from Castiel. “Are you ready to come home?”
Castiel turned around to face Zachariah. “You would allow me back into heaven? After what I have done?”
“You never left. You just…took a wrong turn.”
“This is why you did not allow the archangels to kill me. Why you brought me here.”
“Yes, we need you. You are the only one who can control Dean Winchester. The only one who can make Dean Winchester…believe.”
“By believe…you mean, make him a vessel.” Castiel stared at Zachariah in disbelief. There were two ways in which someone could become a vessel. The first way was if someone asked to become a vessel, which, Castiel knew Dean would never do. The second would be if that person drank angel blood, Holy blood. “Dean would never…not after what happened with Sam.”
Castiel walked over to the window, watching the rain fall. “I would never…” his voice trailing off as he thought back on the pain Dean felt when he found out about Sam’s addiction to demon blood. Castiel could never and would never, put Dean through something like that again.
“Dean won’t feel anything.” Zachariah said, reading Castiel’s mind. “You wouldn’t be causing him pain. You would be allowing him to have his well deserved peace.”
“He would not feel pain because he would not feel. He would not be!” Castiel could feel himself growing angrier. Before he had met Dean, these feelings would be foreign and confusing, but now, Castiel knew exactly what they were. Then again, before Dean, Castiel never would have said no to his orders.
“Castiel, I understand your pain. With everything you’ve been through these last 48 hours. Tell you what; I’ll let you think about it. Keep in mind though, Castiel, this is an important decision that could save or condemn humanity.”
Castiel now stood outside Bobby’s house, in the rain. Castiel’s eyes skimmed the area around him, only stopping when he noticed Dean was watching him from the porch, neither made a move towards the other.
“Cas?” Dean’s voice broke the silence, but still neither moved. “I thought you were dead.”
“No. I was spared.” Castiel looked away from Dean, not wanting to remember the reason why he was spared.
“What? Why?” Dean finally walked towards Castiel, off the porch and only stopping when he was about six feet away from Castiel.
“They had a job they needed me to do.” Castiel still refused to look at Dean.
“What job? I thought that after what we did, they would be hunting us, not asking us for help.” Dean took a step forward.
“No. They still need us, and our willing to forget about what we did, so long as we help them.” Tears forming in Castiel’s eyes, all because he did not want to tell Dean what the angels were planning on doing, with or without Castiel’s help.
“Cas?” Dean closed the distance between himself and Castiel placing a caring hand on Castiel’s shoulder.
“I do not understand these feelings.” Castiel finally met Dean’s gaze. A gaze that was filled with care and concern.
“It’s sorrow Cas.” Dean placed his other hand on Castiel’s empty shoulder. “It’s normal Cas, everyone feels it.”
“No. It is not normal. Angels are not supposed to feel!” Castiel’s tears started to fall, mixing in with the peaceful rain that did not fit the scene currently taking place.
“Cas.” Dean moved his hand up to Castiel’s eyes to wipe away Castiel’s tears.
“You say my name a lot.” Castiel attempted to make a joke, knowing that that was what Dean would normally do when he did not want to show emotions. It was strange how much of Dean had rubbed off on Castiel.
Dean laughed, “Well I’ll be damned Cas, you made a joke!” Castiel allowed a small smile to appear on his face.
“Is it not what you would have done?” A giant grin suddenly appeared on Dean’s face.
“Dude! Okay, I’m soaking wet, let’s go inside.” Dean was laughing as he gently nudged Castiel towards Bobby’s house. Taking the hint, Castiel nodded and walked forwards. “And, I hate to say it but, eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what the angels want us to do.”
Castiel shook his head. “After you sleep. You seem as though you have not slept in a while.”
Dean pushed open the front door and nodded, “I haven’t slept for 48 hours.”
Castiel stopped. It had been 48 hours since they had last seen each other. Then again, it had also been 48 hours since Lucifer had risen. The latter must be the reason for Dean’s lack of sleep. Not because Castiel had been gone. Dean did not truly care if Castiel was missing. Dean had no reason to care if Castiel was with him or not. Dean did not feel the way about Castiel that Castiel felt about Dean. Which was a good thing, because the way Castiel felt was unnatural and a sin.
Castiel sat in some random chair, in some random room, watching Dean sleep. Dean seemed at peace while he slept. Peace. According to Zachariah, Castiel could give Dean eternal peace. All it would take was a few drops of his blood, and Dean could be forever happy.
Castiel stood up and walked over to Dean’s bed. Dean was lying on his back, his face stuck in a terrified mask, but Dean did not move. Castiel wondered that thoughts could be causing Dean to look the way he did. You would be allowing him to have his well deserved peace. Zachariah’s words popped into Castiel’s head.
Dean let out a soft moan, his head tilting slightly to the side, his lips parting slightly. Castiel placed a calming hand on Dean’s cheek, causing Dean’s face to become one of indifference. Dean could always look like that. All it would take was Castiel’s blood.
Castiel removed his hand from Dean’s cheek, causing Dean to look scared again. Castiel looked at the door that led into what seemed like a closet. Castiel walked over to the door and placed his forehead against it. The cool smooth feel of the wood allowed Castiel to clear his mind and just stand there.
“Castiel.” Zachariah was sitting on Dean’s bed, a hand on Dean’s forehead.
Castiel turned around and stalked over to where Zachariah sat, anger pulsating though out his entire body. How dare Zachariah have a hand on Dean! Castiel’s Dean!
Zachariah stood up before Castiel reached him, his hand still on Dean’s forehead, in order to keep Dean asleep. “Have you made your decision?”
“Yes.” Castiel moved his hand over Zachariah’s and pulled Zachariah’s hand off of Dean. “I will never harm Dean.” Castiel placed his hand on Dean’s forehead, in an attempt to remove Zachariah’s scent from Dean.
“Castiel, I shall give you one last shot. Make Dean believe or I shall do it for you, and life for Dean will not be easy. So, either your blood, or mine.” With that, Zachariah disappeared; leaving a confused and scarred Castiel standing by Dean’s bed, hand still on Deans’ forehead. For a second time that day, Castiel cried, something angels were not suppose to do. Was this Castiel falling? Gaining human emotions and reactions? If Castiel gave Dean his blood, Castiel would not fall and Dean would live a peaceful life.
Removing his hand from Dean’s forehead, Castiel returned to his random chair. On the way, Castiel picked up one of Dean’s knives, and as he sat down, he placed the knife on his wrist, like he had done two days before.
“You going suicidal on me Cas?” Dean was sitting up in bed, running a hand through his hair.
Castiel removed the knife from his wrist and stared at Dean, trying to hide his emotions. “Dean, we must speak.”
“Alright Cas. What’s up?”
“Zachariah has spoken to me twice.” Castiel stood up and walked over to the window. “He has told me of what the angels have planned for the both us.”
“Okay, so, what’s the plan?” Dean had gotten up and had walked over to stand next to Castiel.
“To make you a vessel.” Castiel turned his head to see Dean’s reaction.
“No, hell no! I refuse. Why in the world would that son of a bitch think I would ever willing give up my dead sexy body to help that prick?” Castiel could see Dean’s anger clearly on his face.
“He does not expect you to do so willingly.” Castiel looked back out the window, now afraid to see Dean’s face.
“Then how?” Dean turned to face Castiel.
“There is a second way.” Castiel met Dean’s confused gaze. “Zachariah has told me that if I do not do it, he will.”
Dean placed his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, forcing Castiel to face him completely. “What is he trying to make you do?”
“He wishes for me to force you to become a vessel by…” Castiel looked away from Dean’s concerned eyes, “by making you drink my blood.” Castiel refused to meet Dean’s gaze.
For the first time in a while, Dean was speechless; he just shook his head over and over again.
In an attempt to make Dean happy, Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I said no, and I will always say no. I refuse to harm you in anyway.”
“Castiel?” It had been awhile since Dean had used Castiel’s full name. “What will happen to you?”
“I do not know.” Castiel removed his hand from Dan’s shoulder and returned to starring out the window. “We must leave here. Zachariah knows we are here and will stop at nothing to change you.”
Dean nodded, “Where? If we aren’t safe here, than where?”
“I do not know. The barn where we first met will last for a short time. It will give us a chance to plan the next move.”
“When?”
“Doesn’t matter?” Zachariah was sitting in Castiel’s random chair. Both Dean and Castiel turned around with looks of horror on their faces. “Castiel, I expected so much more out of you.”
Castiel was thrown against the closet door, landing with a loud thud. Dean was thrown on the bad, unable to get up.
“I told you Castiel, this will happen, with or without your help.” Zachariah walked over to Castiel, knife in hand. “Although, to be nice, I’ll use your blood.”
Once he reached Castiel, Zachariah rolled up Castiel’s jacket sleeve and gently placed the knife on Castiel’s wrist, a small smile on Zachariah’s face. “Actually, I have a better plan.” Removing the knife from Castiel’s wrist, Zachariah placed it on Castiel’s neck, cutting carefully enough to draw blood, but not to make the injury life threatening. Zachariah wanted Castiel to live through Dean’s transformation, to make Castiel see what happens when you disobey the angels.
Dean was pulled off the bed and pressed against Castiel, his mouth covering where the knife had cut Castiel’s throat. Castiel’s blood running warmly against Dean’s closed lips. Dean refused to open them and drink.
“I’m sorry.” Castiel’s voice was soft, barely heard. “Please forgive me.” Tears in Castiel’s eyes, yet again.
“There is no reason for you to apologize. I will always forgive you for you are my brother.” Zachariah smiled and placed a hand on Castiel’s cheek.
“Not you.” Castiel spat, “Dean!”
Zachariah was outraged. He forced Dean’s mouth to open, filling with Castiel’s blood. He then forced Dean to swallow, allowing the warm liquid to slide down Dean’s throat. Both were released from there hold. With a moan, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean, never wanting to let go. Without warning, Dean removed his lips from Castiel’s neck and placed them on Castiel’s wanting lips.
Castiel was taken aback by how fierce and needing Dean’s kiss was. Castiel tasted a strange sweet taste. The realization of what that taste was scared Castiel. It was blood, his blood. That was it, they had lost and now, Dean was gone, for good. This kiss was Dean’s final sin and rebellion before he was replaced by an angel who would forever follow orders.