Until Hope Dies!
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Title: Until Hope Dies
Author
prettypsycho
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Theme: 4 (Lovers Rock)
Prompt: 10 (Past)
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own, if I did this would be cannon lol
Summary: A year after defeating Lucifer, Dean looks back on the event and what it cost.
Warnings/Author Notes: Character death is kind of implied but not established, as the title suggests there is some hope!
Dean remembered every second of every final moment he spent with Castiel...
He remembered the weight of Michael’s sword in his hand, the texture of the burnished hilt, the fierce glow of the flaming blade and the way it cast almost moonlight like shadows on all around it from the burning blue heat. The look of pure faith and trust he saw in the eyes of his lover as he cast him a final glance before the last blows were struck, a faith that was all for him, faith that he was not only the man he loved against all odd’s but truly his fathers’ chosen warrior.
It was this look alone that had given him the strength to fulfil his supposed destiny. The drive to force the flaming blade through the flesh and bone of the light bringer’s vessel until it pierced the twisted and blackened once angelic grace beneath. Even in that act, every iota of resistance; the sudden lunge forward as bone gave way to soft tissue was burned into his senses as if it happened only minutes ago.
He would never forget the sight of the vessel rotting around the blade as all light seemed momentarily sucked from the room, as if a miniature black hole was centred on the sword in his hand. Looking back he saw it for what it was, a perversion of the way true angels erupted in light when they died, but at the time there had been only hope that it was done now, that his destiny was finally fulfilled and he could go on with his old life, well with one addition. Him, Sammy and Cas, following lead’s in his baby, saving people, hunting things. Turning up on Bobby’s doorstep for help even when they didn’t need to exactly, just because they wanted to and they knew they were welcome... family!
There was total darkness for a few seconds before not only the room but the world felt lighter somehow, in more than a physical sense. The sword fell to the ground, the hunters who had insisted on backing them up cheered and hollered in relief. Even the angelic douchbag’s who had refused to help as they were there only to ‘bare witness’ seemed to smile. There was only one angel he gave a damn about though, and the second he turned to Castiel the rest of the world fell away in the pride and devotion caught in the depths of loving cerulean eyes.
It had taken three steps from him and four from Castiel to reach each other before he was lost completely in lips pressed to his. Lips which though full and luscious could never be mistaken for those of the women he once spent his time lusting after, his fingers threading through hair so much shorter than he had been used to, but so much more beloved to him. All of the love and pride he had seen in the angel’s eyes were expressed in the kiss, in a slide and press of lips and tongue that was far more intimate and heartfelt than any actual sex he had ever had before Castiel, and against what everyone thought was his nature he didn’t give a crap who knew or who may be watching. It was done. Lucifer was dead, they were together and for the first time he could remember in his life Dean felt peace and real hope for a future. Then that hope was shattered...
Castiel tensed and gasped in something that was far from pleasure and Dean pulled back, looking at him only to see fear in his eyes for the first time, a look swiftly followed by pain. The angel breathed the word ‘Dean...” at the same moment Dean noticed Zachariah’s hand on Castiel’s back. The seemingly benevolent grey haired man smirked at him as Castiel collapsed in his arms. A moment later the angels disappeared.
He had fallen to his knee’s cradling Castiel’s head to his chest, not caring what anyone thought. He had called his loves name over and over trying to get him to wake as a multitude of injuries appeared on the body he held. It only took moments for Dean to realise that he was seeing every injury the body had sustained whilst Castiel inhabited it. He had seen this before, when they had exorcised the demon from Meg Matthews and he knew what it meant, but he didn’t really believe it, refused to until pained and confused eyes glanced up at his tear stained face and demanded/asked “Give me back to Amelia?”
Dean had choked back his tears and nodded, “You got it Jimmy, don’t worry.” The man in Dean’s arms drew a shaky breath as if to speak, but he never formed the words before his head fell back eyes glassy and empty.
In the month’s that had followed he had tried everything he could think of, summoning, spells even praying, but heaven was silent. The only contact had been Zachariah showing up alone when Sam was asleep and Jimmy’s body was lying in the morgue thirty miles away. The smug bastard had told him that Jimmy was in heaven, berated him for his relationship with Cas, then dared to damn well congratulate him on a job well done. Everything else had gone in one ear and out the other; all Dean wanted to know was what they had done to Castiel. When he asked however all he got was a smug grin and an, “He got what he deserved.” before the angel vanished.
He had never given up, he would never give up. He may have given the world a future, but no matter what anyone said, until he knew what had happened to Cas, he would always be tied to the past.
spn_30snapshots
Title: Until Hope Dies
Author
prettypsycho
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Theme: 4 (Lovers Rock)
Prompt: 10 (Past)
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own, if I did this would be cannon lol
Summary: A year after defeating Lucifer, Dean looks back on the event and what it cost.
Warnings/Author Notes: Character death is kind of implied but not established, as the title suggests there is some hope!
Dean remembered every second of every final moment he spent with Castiel...
He remembered the weight of Michael’s sword in his hand, the texture of the burnished hilt, the fierce glow of the flaming blade and the way it cast almost moonlight like shadows on all around it from the burning blue heat. The look of pure faith and trust he saw in the eyes of his lover as he cast him a final glance before the last blows were struck, a faith that was all for him, faith that he was not only the man he loved against all odd’s but truly his fathers’ chosen warrior.
It was this look alone that had given him the strength to fulfil his supposed destiny. The drive to force the flaming blade through the flesh and bone of the light bringer’s vessel until it pierced the twisted and blackened once angelic grace beneath. Even in that act, every iota of resistance; the sudden lunge forward as bone gave way to soft tissue was burned into his senses as if it happened only minutes ago.
He would never forget the sight of the vessel rotting around the blade as all light seemed momentarily sucked from the room, as if a miniature black hole was centred on the sword in his hand. Looking back he saw it for what it was, a perversion of the way true angels erupted in light when they died, but at the time there had been only hope that it was done now, that his destiny was finally fulfilled and he could go on with his old life, well with one addition. Him, Sammy and Cas, following lead’s in his baby, saving people, hunting things. Turning up on Bobby’s doorstep for help even when they didn’t need to exactly, just because they wanted to and they knew they were welcome... family!
There was total darkness for a few seconds before not only the room but the world felt lighter somehow, in more than a physical sense. The sword fell to the ground, the hunters who had insisted on backing them up cheered and hollered in relief. Even the angelic douchbag’s who had refused to help as they were there only to ‘bare witness’ seemed to smile. There was only one angel he gave a damn about though, and the second he turned to Castiel the rest of the world fell away in the pride and devotion caught in the depths of loving cerulean eyes.
It had taken three steps from him and four from Castiel to reach each other before he was lost completely in lips pressed to his. Lips which though full and luscious could never be mistaken for those of the women he once spent his time lusting after, his fingers threading through hair so much shorter than he had been used to, but so much more beloved to him. All of the love and pride he had seen in the angel’s eyes were expressed in the kiss, in a slide and press of lips and tongue that was far more intimate and heartfelt than any actual sex he had ever had before Castiel, and against what everyone thought was his nature he didn’t give a crap who knew or who may be watching. It was done. Lucifer was dead, they were together and for the first time he could remember in his life Dean felt peace and real hope for a future. Then that hope was shattered...
Castiel tensed and gasped in something that was far from pleasure and Dean pulled back, looking at him only to see fear in his eyes for the first time, a look swiftly followed by pain. The angel breathed the word ‘Dean...” at the same moment Dean noticed Zachariah’s hand on Castiel’s back. The seemingly benevolent grey haired man smirked at him as Castiel collapsed in his arms. A moment later the angels disappeared.
He had fallen to his knee’s cradling Castiel’s head to his chest, not caring what anyone thought. He had called his loves name over and over trying to get him to wake as a multitude of injuries appeared on the body he held. It only took moments for Dean to realise that he was seeing every injury the body had sustained whilst Castiel inhabited it. He had seen this before, when they had exorcised the demon from Meg Matthews and he knew what it meant, but he didn’t really believe it, refused to until pained and confused eyes glanced up at his tear stained face and demanded/asked “Give me back to Amelia?”
Dean had choked back his tears and nodded, “You got it Jimmy, don’t worry.” The man in Dean’s arms drew a shaky breath as if to speak, but he never formed the words before his head fell back eyes glassy and empty.
In the month’s that had followed he had tried everything he could think of, summoning, spells even praying, but heaven was silent. The only contact had been Zachariah showing up alone when Sam was asleep and Jimmy’s body was lying in the morgue thirty miles away. The smug bastard had told him that Jimmy was in heaven, berated him for his relationship with Cas, then dared to damn well congratulate him on a job well done. Everything else had gone in one ear and out the other; all Dean wanted to know was what they had done to Castiel. When he asked however all he got was a smug grin and an, “He got what he deserved.” before the angel vanished.
He had never given up, he would never give up. He may have given the world a future, but no matter what anyone said, until he knew what had happened to Cas, he would always be tied to the past.