Not Your Usual Garden Variety... Chapter Two
Title: The Not So Usual Garden Variety
Genre: angst/romance
Pairing: Castiel/Dean (main!), Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Summary: in this story: Dean was not rescued by angels after his four months in hell, and he is out on earth as Lilith’s personal assistant… and that’s where we start…
Warning: Violence physically, mentally, sexually (not that I condone it! It’s just that it’s for the plot… please don’t think I condone sexual violence) swearing… and total blasphemy… and yes, I know I am totally going to hell for this…
PREVIOUS PARTS
PRELUDE: do sunflowers scorch?
Chapter One: Nine months of Hell... literally
Seedlings
Can you tell me if sun flowers scorch?
Are their yellow canary petals actually burning fleur?
Can you tell me do Dandelions roar?
And if it does, does their white feathery mane fall to the floor?
Can you tell me if you hear the fanfare of the Bellflower’s horn?
In celebration, in mourn, do they play when a lover’s pact is sworn?
Can you tell me where I am to go?
When heaven rejects you and hell repents you to be welcomed and adorned?
Can you tell me why we are born?
Are we made in gardens? In patches? In fields are we grown?
- snowinginjune
Chapter Two
Nine Months of Hell … figuratively speaking.
The first time Sam met Castiel, he knew he wasn’t going to like him.
Sam thought he was drunk- he was just imagining a strange tax accountant looking man in his room.
“Great- seeing people when I am drunk now,” Sam said in his head, but he was surprised that the hallucination spoke back.
“No, Samuel you are seeing people and it is not good to drink away your sorrows,”
“Fuck, now my own hallucination’s lecturing me,” Sam muttered as he poured himself another shot of whatever he was drinking. Sam brought the glass to his lips but no liquor. He looked at his glass and saw that there was no drink.
“Huh… I swear I poured me one…” Sam said as he grabbed the bottle and tilted it to pour, but nothing. He looked at the bottle and remembered at least half more left, but now it was empty.
“Listen to me Samuel Winchester,” The stranger said, but Sam ignored the man and walked over towards his bed stand towards a new bottle of Jim. Sam withdrew the bottle from the paper bag only to find the unopened bottle empty.
“What the he-“
“Are you ready to listen, Samuel?” Sam turned to the man sitting on the corner of his bed.
“Who are you? Another trickster?”
“No,” short, blunt and vague-
“Then what?” Sam said annoyed at the empty bottle, and throwing it across the room only for the bottle to shatter.
“I am here to help-“the man said calmly without even flinching at the breaking glass.
“Help? Help?! How can you possibly help me? I think you are three months too late to help me,” Sam yelled at the man, slightly slurring the words due to anger and the alcohol.
“It is not too late to save, Dean,” Sam looked at the man wide eyed and with shock.
“And you come to me now? I don’t even know who you are- or what you are! And you come here now, three months later after Dean is rotting in Hell to help me?! WHY NOW! WHAT DO YOU WANT?” the man was stoic, not a movement gave him way.
“I want nothing from you Samuel but your cooperation,” the man said looking at him, his deep blue eyes bearing down on Sam, and suddenly Sam felt naked and ashamed.
“To do what…”
“Stop Lilith, to stop Lucifer,” Sam eyed the man in disbelief.
“You want me, anti-Christ superstar to help stop the apocalypse?”
“And after you are done, your brother can find redemption and return home,” the man said looking down onto the floor as if in deep thought.
“You understand this is slightly fucked up?”
“Yes…” the man looked at him again- making Sam feel dirty inside and unworthy.
There was silence in the room- Sam didn’t know what to think- for all he knew he could be dreaming by drinking a bad batch of Jim, but everything felt so real and it felt like a second chance…
Sam knew he was wrong- cross breeded, raised back from the dead, killer, monster… the list goes on and on-
But what if his misfortunate gift can make something right? Make Dean Come home- Dean come back- Back to Sam…
‘Back to you Sam~ you know your brother deserves to be with you, Sam’
A voice in the back of his head- sound oddly like Jessica’s voice but Sam ignores it- He has to ignore it- he has to… the way the voice sneered at the idea of his brother and himself-
Sam studied the man sitting on his bed. If this was a dream it was an queer ass dream. The average sized brunet man sitting on the end of his bed, in his black slacks and beige overcoat, looking at Sam with blue eyes that can only be compared to dark sapphires with a hypnotic shine.
“What… what are you?”
And the man answered,
“I am an angel of the Lord, and I have come to deliver you from a dark path- because this is not why your brother died for you-“
And with that Sam had decided- even if this was just a dream from a bad bottle, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? No… not if it meant getting Dean back.
“I will help you- with whatever you want,”
“Samuel Winchester is not to be trusted” one angel said.
“Have faith, our father has a plan and it is good,”
“We should destroy him before he can turn against us,” another angel said.
“Do you doubt our father?”
Silence within the congregation.
Castiel looks over his brothers and sisters, and Castiel worries for the future. Despite what he is saying to his fellow warriors, he feels that concentration on Samuel Winchester was not he wanted to do.
But he is an angel of the Lord and he will obey- and he will take Samuel Winchester out of the dark road headed to damnation.
Castiel should not be feeling this want to do something other than what his Lord had asked him to do.
So Castiel did what he could do… he prayed.
“I am confused father… we should bring Dean Winchester out of perdition…”
“Castiel, my son- do you doubt me?” a gentle voice emitting everything wonderful- and everything fatherly asked-
“No, father- never for I know your ways are good.”
“But you have other desires- you wish to save Dean Winchester…”
“Father…” Castiel’s voice in shame- as if he felt he was feeling something wrong.
A gentle laugh as Castiel felt warm hands enveloping around him, as his father continued;
“Do not feel ashamed Castiel, for you are gentle by nature and forced into battle- your heart and feelings to save Dean Winchester is not wrong nor is it a damnation for you to care for all my creation- but for now this is what you will do. You shall guide Samuel Winchester out of the dark tempting path he is bound to walk- and then Dean Winchester will come and find redemption on his own and he will be granted with everlasting life.”
Castiel took in his father’s words, and fallowed and obeyed. His father was never wrong and his father was good- so Castiel had faith in his words-
But news broke out onto Heaven and Hell.
Dean Winchester had fallen.
He had lost his soul to the torments that Hell had to offer.
“Father- what will we do now, that Dean Winchester has fallen?”
“We shall wait, Castiel- for he is one of many of my children that has fallen astray… I have faith in Dean Winchester as you have faith in me- so be patient Castiel for your choices were good- and Dean Winchester will come back to the righteous path.’
So his father said- that he had chosen the correct path- that he had made the right decision to stay with Samuel and to turn Samuel’s powers for the usages of good- but at what cost? Dean Winchester seemed more and more of an unreachable object as the days passed.
“Samuel Winchester is not to be trusted,”
“Do you still doubt our father, Uriel?” Castiel asked his brother who sat besides him, watching Samuel take three demons at a time sending them back to hell.
“I do not have doubts in our father, but in that creature,” Uriel spat out referring to Samuel.
“He is on a good path, out of the dark and onto fighting the good fight-“
“And yet the greed in his heart has increased and the gleam in his eyes has increased- Why is that so brother?”
Castiel had no answer- in God’s honest truth his worries were not onto Samuel- The boy had been doing well fighting on the sides of the angels, fighting demons and evil that crossed their way- protecting seals and defending humans and angels alike, but whenever Castiel was to look at Samuel, Dean would strike his mind.
Dean Winchester who had died for his brother as a selfless act
Dean Winchester who had lost himself and his soul in the pain and sorrows of hell
Dean Winchester who now stood between God and the Devil…
Dean Winchester who he could have saved-
A pang strikes Castiel’s heart.
Guilt- this must be what human guilt feels like.
And Castiel feels ashamed he could feel such human emotion-
And he hides it from his brothers- his sisters and he tries to hide from God, even though he knows that God knows-
God knows…
“When can I see my brother? When I can I bring him back?” Samuel questioned Castiel and Uriel one night. Uriel looks at Castiel as if he was surprised.
“You did not tell the boy, Castiel?”
No, of course not- how can you tell someone their brother had turned against everything he had lived for and turned into a spawn of hell?
“Tell me what?”
Castiel keeps his mouth in a thin tight line- as he keeps staring at Samuel, studying his shocked and worried expression.
“Your brother has fallen- to a point of impossibility,” Uriel said bluntly- making Castiel cringe a little- Castiel casted his eyes down away from Samuel.
“Wh-what?”
“Your brother has fallen Samuel, he’s made a deal with a demon,” Uriel said making Samuel’s eyes wide with shock and terror. Samuel looked at Castiel for an answer, and Castiel did everything to avoid Samuel’s stare.
“Leave us Uriel- I would like to speak to Samuel alone,” Uriel chuckled with a smirk grazing his face.
“Uriel, now,” Castiel spoke with a thunderous sound, and with a flutter Uriel left Castiel and Samuel alone in the sad excuse of a motel room.
“What the hell is going on?!”
“There is a demon, of the name Alistair,” Castiel started taking a seat at the edge of the ugly covered bed and continued, “His job in hell is to torture and bring in more damned souls and turn them-“ Castiel dared to look up at Samuel who listened with intensity.
“And Alistair offers a deal to his favorite torment souls- that he’d let them off the chains of despair if they were to turn… into a demon,” Castiel said tearing his eyes away from Samuel’s hazel irises.
“No… I don’t believe it- Dean wouldn’t give in to something like that,” Samuel said with insurance in his voice, “Dean wouldn’t… he wouldn’t”
“Dean was strong Samuel, he held onto his humanity as long as he could… even angels applaud his persistency to hand tight and keep refusing- and Dean refused Alistair’s offers for fifty years,” Samuel’s head snapped up at ‘fifty years’.
“What are you talking about it’s only been six months…” Samuel said with fear in his voice.
“In hell… time flows differently for each person, Samuel. For your brother it was more like decades to a month on earth,” the angel said- his voice still calm, explaining the mechanics of hell to the younger Winchester.
“fifty years?”
“For half a century, Dean held onto his humanity… but Alistair is known to break even the mightiest of beings, and to Dean’s misfortune Alistair has taken a special interest to break Dean,” Castiel almost sounded sorry as he informed Sam.
“What- What can I do?” Samuel said after a long silence looking at Castiel who looked back to him, eye full of sadness and grief.
Castiel as an angel would have said something along the lines of , “keep serving the Lord,” or “Keep walking in the path of righteousness and the Lord will bless you,” but those words sounded so cheap in Castiel’s head- remembering Dean’s last words before the hell hounds had grasped Dean and dragged his soul to perdition-
Castiel looked into Samuel’s eyes- and for the first time he felt he understood Samuel’s position- the awkward wall of angel and cross breeded human came towering down.
Castiel spoke with confidence, and answered Samuel’s question.
“You keep on fighting…”
Castiel prayed for forgiveness after he sought out Dean in Oregon.
He had disobeyed God, when God had told him to stay away from the former human till it was time.
“Castiel… why have you disobeyed me?”
“Forgive me father…”
“Why did you go seek Dean Winchester?”
“Forgive me father…”
“Tell me Castiel- why did you seek Dean Winchester?”
Castiel didn’t have an answer, he didn’t know what compelled him to go seek the demon, and he didn’t know what he was feeling afterwards he met him either- it was as if there was a surge of unknown energy circulation in Castiel’s head- that seemed to cloud over his judgment.
“I do not know- father. I’ve fallen under temptation- forgive me,”
“You know I will forgive those who repent, Castiel- but I cannot forgive you, for you do not repent with your heart…” Castiel recognizes the sadness in his father’s voice and Castiel’s heart breaks when he hears the sadness ring out through his prayers.
“But I am not angry at you Castiel, but it is not time for you to go confront Dean Winchester- for Dean Winchester is lost, and you can only confront him when he can find himself.”
A month later God had visited Castiel in his prayers, and God had said to Castiel in a voice full of grace and majesty…
“It is time.”
AN: PLEASE PLEASE comment PLEASE! ^___________^ it really makes the writer write faster and devote her or himself! please leave a comment! even if it sucked~ XP
Genre: angst/romance
Pairing: Castiel/Dean (main!), Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Summary: in this story: Dean was not rescued by angels after his four months in hell, and he is out on earth as Lilith’s personal assistant… and that’s where we start…
Warning: Violence physically, mentally, sexually (not that I condone it! It’s just that it’s for the plot… please don’t think I condone sexual violence) swearing… and total blasphemy… and yes, I know I am totally going to hell for this…
PREVIOUS PARTS
PRELUDE: do sunflowers scorch?
Chapter One: Nine months of Hell... literally
Seedlings
Can you tell me if sun flowers scorch?
Are their yellow canary petals actually burning fleur?
Can you tell me do Dandelions roar?
And if it does, does their white feathery mane fall to the floor?
Can you tell me if you hear the fanfare of the Bellflower’s horn?
In celebration, in mourn, do they play when a lover’s pact is sworn?
Can you tell me where I am to go?
When heaven rejects you and hell repents you to be welcomed and adorned?
Can you tell me why we are born?
Are we made in gardens? In patches? In fields are we grown?
- snowinginjune
Chapter Two
Nine Months of Hell … figuratively speaking.
The first time Sam met Castiel, he knew he wasn’t going to like him.
Sam thought he was drunk- he was just imagining a strange tax accountant looking man in his room.
“Great- seeing people when I am drunk now,” Sam said in his head, but he was surprised that the hallucination spoke back.
“No, Samuel you are seeing people and it is not good to drink away your sorrows,”
“Fuck, now my own hallucination’s lecturing me,” Sam muttered as he poured himself another shot of whatever he was drinking. Sam brought the glass to his lips but no liquor. He looked at his glass and saw that there was no drink.
“Huh… I swear I poured me one…” Sam said as he grabbed the bottle and tilted it to pour, but nothing. He looked at the bottle and remembered at least half more left, but now it was empty.
“Listen to me Samuel Winchester,” The stranger said, but Sam ignored the man and walked over towards his bed stand towards a new bottle of Jim. Sam withdrew the bottle from the paper bag only to find the unopened bottle empty.
“What the he-“
“Are you ready to listen, Samuel?” Sam turned to the man sitting on the corner of his bed.
“Who are you? Another trickster?”
“No,” short, blunt and vague-
“Then what?” Sam said annoyed at the empty bottle, and throwing it across the room only for the bottle to shatter.
“I am here to help-“the man said calmly without even flinching at the breaking glass.
“Help? Help?! How can you possibly help me? I think you are three months too late to help me,” Sam yelled at the man, slightly slurring the words due to anger and the alcohol.
“It is not too late to save, Dean,” Sam looked at the man wide eyed and with shock.
“And you come to me now? I don’t even know who you are- or what you are! And you come here now, three months later after Dean is rotting in Hell to help me?! WHY NOW! WHAT DO YOU WANT?” the man was stoic, not a movement gave him way.
“I want nothing from you Samuel but your cooperation,” the man said looking at him, his deep blue eyes bearing down on Sam, and suddenly Sam felt naked and ashamed.
“To do what…”
“Stop Lilith, to stop Lucifer,” Sam eyed the man in disbelief.
“You want me, anti-Christ superstar to help stop the apocalypse?”
“And after you are done, your brother can find redemption and return home,” the man said looking down onto the floor as if in deep thought.
“You understand this is slightly fucked up?”
“Yes…” the man looked at him again- making Sam feel dirty inside and unworthy.
There was silence in the room- Sam didn’t know what to think- for all he knew he could be dreaming by drinking a bad batch of Jim, but everything felt so real and it felt like a second chance…
Sam knew he was wrong- cross breeded, raised back from the dead, killer, monster… the list goes on and on-
But what if his misfortunate gift can make something right? Make Dean Come home- Dean come back- Back to Sam…
‘Back to you Sam~ you know your brother deserves to be with you, Sam’
A voice in the back of his head- sound oddly like Jessica’s voice but Sam ignores it- He has to ignore it- he has to… the way the voice sneered at the idea of his brother and himself-
Sam studied the man sitting on his bed. If this was a dream it was an queer ass dream. The average sized brunet man sitting on the end of his bed, in his black slacks and beige overcoat, looking at Sam with blue eyes that can only be compared to dark sapphires with a hypnotic shine.
“What… what are you?”
And the man answered,
“I am an angel of the Lord, and I have come to deliver you from a dark path- because this is not why your brother died for you-“
And with that Sam had decided- even if this was just a dream from a bad bottle, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? No… not if it meant getting Dean back.
“I will help you- with whatever you want,”
“Samuel Winchester is not to be trusted” one angel said.
“Have faith, our father has a plan and it is good,”
“We should destroy him before he can turn against us,” another angel said.
“Do you doubt our father?”
Silence within the congregation.
Castiel looks over his brothers and sisters, and Castiel worries for the future. Despite what he is saying to his fellow warriors, he feels that concentration on Samuel Winchester was not he wanted to do.
But he is an angel of the Lord and he will obey- and he will take Samuel Winchester out of the dark road headed to damnation.
Castiel should not be feeling this want to do something other than what his Lord had asked him to do.
So Castiel did what he could do… he prayed.
“I am confused father… we should bring Dean Winchester out of perdition…”
“Castiel, my son- do you doubt me?” a gentle voice emitting everything wonderful- and everything fatherly asked-
“No, father- never for I know your ways are good.”
“But you have other desires- you wish to save Dean Winchester…”
“Father…” Castiel’s voice in shame- as if he felt he was feeling something wrong.
A gentle laugh as Castiel felt warm hands enveloping around him, as his father continued;
“Do not feel ashamed Castiel, for you are gentle by nature and forced into battle- your heart and feelings to save Dean Winchester is not wrong nor is it a damnation for you to care for all my creation- but for now this is what you will do. You shall guide Samuel Winchester out of the dark tempting path he is bound to walk- and then Dean Winchester will come and find redemption on his own and he will be granted with everlasting life.”
Castiel took in his father’s words, and fallowed and obeyed. His father was never wrong and his father was good- so Castiel had faith in his words-
But news broke out onto Heaven and Hell.
Dean Winchester had fallen.
He had lost his soul to the torments that Hell had to offer.
“Father- what will we do now, that Dean Winchester has fallen?”
“We shall wait, Castiel- for he is one of many of my children that has fallen astray… I have faith in Dean Winchester as you have faith in me- so be patient Castiel for your choices were good- and Dean Winchester will come back to the righteous path.’
So his father said- that he had chosen the correct path- that he had made the right decision to stay with Samuel and to turn Samuel’s powers for the usages of good- but at what cost? Dean Winchester seemed more and more of an unreachable object as the days passed.
“Samuel Winchester is not to be trusted,”
“Do you still doubt our father, Uriel?” Castiel asked his brother who sat besides him, watching Samuel take three demons at a time sending them back to hell.
“I do not have doubts in our father, but in that creature,” Uriel spat out referring to Samuel.
“He is on a good path, out of the dark and onto fighting the good fight-“
“And yet the greed in his heart has increased and the gleam in his eyes has increased- Why is that so brother?”
Castiel had no answer- in God’s honest truth his worries were not onto Samuel- The boy had been doing well fighting on the sides of the angels, fighting demons and evil that crossed their way- protecting seals and defending humans and angels alike, but whenever Castiel was to look at Samuel, Dean would strike his mind.
Dean Winchester who had died for his brother as a selfless act
Dean Winchester who had lost himself and his soul in the pain and sorrows of hell
Dean Winchester who now stood between God and the Devil…
Dean Winchester who he could have saved-
A pang strikes Castiel’s heart.
Guilt- this must be what human guilt feels like.
And Castiel feels ashamed he could feel such human emotion-
And he hides it from his brothers- his sisters and he tries to hide from God, even though he knows that God knows-
God knows…
“When can I see my brother? When I can I bring him back?” Samuel questioned Castiel and Uriel one night. Uriel looks at Castiel as if he was surprised.
“You did not tell the boy, Castiel?”
No, of course not- how can you tell someone their brother had turned against everything he had lived for and turned into a spawn of hell?
“Tell me what?”
Castiel keeps his mouth in a thin tight line- as he keeps staring at Samuel, studying his shocked and worried expression.
“Your brother has fallen- to a point of impossibility,” Uriel said bluntly- making Castiel cringe a little- Castiel casted his eyes down away from Samuel.
“Wh-what?”
“Your brother has fallen Samuel, he’s made a deal with a demon,” Uriel said making Samuel’s eyes wide with shock and terror. Samuel looked at Castiel for an answer, and Castiel did everything to avoid Samuel’s stare.
“Leave us Uriel- I would like to speak to Samuel alone,” Uriel chuckled with a smirk grazing his face.
“Uriel, now,” Castiel spoke with a thunderous sound, and with a flutter Uriel left Castiel and Samuel alone in the sad excuse of a motel room.
“What the hell is going on?!”
“There is a demon, of the name Alistair,” Castiel started taking a seat at the edge of the ugly covered bed and continued, “His job in hell is to torture and bring in more damned souls and turn them-“ Castiel dared to look up at Samuel who listened with intensity.
“And Alistair offers a deal to his favorite torment souls- that he’d let them off the chains of despair if they were to turn… into a demon,” Castiel said tearing his eyes away from Samuel’s hazel irises.
“No… I don’t believe it- Dean wouldn’t give in to something like that,” Samuel said with insurance in his voice, “Dean wouldn’t… he wouldn’t”
“Dean was strong Samuel, he held onto his humanity as long as he could… even angels applaud his persistency to hand tight and keep refusing- and Dean refused Alistair’s offers for fifty years,” Samuel’s head snapped up at ‘fifty years’.
“What are you talking about it’s only been six months…” Samuel said with fear in his voice.
“In hell… time flows differently for each person, Samuel. For your brother it was more like decades to a month on earth,” the angel said- his voice still calm, explaining the mechanics of hell to the younger Winchester.
“fifty years?”
“For half a century, Dean held onto his humanity… but Alistair is known to break even the mightiest of beings, and to Dean’s misfortune Alistair has taken a special interest to break Dean,” Castiel almost sounded sorry as he informed Sam.
“What- What can I do?” Samuel said after a long silence looking at Castiel who looked back to him, eye full of sadness and grief.
Castiel as an angel would have said something along the lines of , “keep serving the Lord,” or “Keep walking in the path of righteousness and the Lord will bless you,” but those words sounded so cheap in Castiel’s head- remembering Dean’s last words before the hell hounds had grasped Dean and dragged his soul to perdition-
Castiel looked into Samuel’s eyes- and for the first time he felt he understood Samuel’s position- the awkward wall of angel and cross breeded human came towering down.
Castiel spoke with confidence, and answered Samuel’s question.
“You keep on fighting…”
Castiel prayed for forgiveness after he sought out Dean in Oregon.
He had disobeyed God, when God had told him to stay away from the former human till it was time.
“Castiel… why have you disobeyed me?”
“Forgive me father…”
“Why did you go seek Dean Winchester?”
“Forgive me father…”
“Tell me Castiel- why did you seek Dean Winchester?”
Castiel didn’t have an answer, he didn’t know what compelled him to go seek the demon, and he didn’t know what he was feeling afterwards he met him either- it was as if there was a surge of unknown energy circulation in Castiel’s head- that seemed to cloud over his judgment.
“I do not know- father. I’ve fallen under temptation- forgive me,”
“You know I will forgive those who repent, Castiel- but I cannot forgive you, for you do not repent with your heart…” Castiel recognizes the sadness in his father’s voice and Castiel’s heart breaks when he hears the sadness ring out through his prayers.
“But I am not angry at you Castiel, but it is not time for you to go confront Dean Winchester- for Dean Winchester is lost, and you can only confront him when he can find himself.”
A month later God had visited Castiel in his prayers, and God had said to Castiel in a voice full of grace and majesty…
“It is time.”
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