Castiel truly hadn't been worried about Dean on his own, because the worst of the monsters were after Castiel. Dean could handle the other monsters. Castiel had complete faith in that. He always would have that kind of faith in Dean.
He stepped against his own tree as the creature approached, trying very hard to breath as quietly as possible. Normally, he would draw its attention and run, but Dean was here now, so he had to pray that it wouldn't spot either of them. In normal circumstances, they would surely have a better chance together, but not now. That the Leviathans had a vendetta against Castiel made a big difference in his eyes. He had to protect Dean, especially after everything he'd done to Dean.
Once the creature had moved away and out of sight, he let himself breath, moving towards Dean again. "I ran away to give you the best chance you could have for survival, Dean. I'm sorry I left those monsters to you, but I was leading much stronger ones away. I knew that you would be safest without me."
Castiel needed Dean to survive this, if it was possible. He couldn't handle the idea that he'd lead Dean to his death after all of the other things he'd done to his friend. There was no possible way to really fix any of this, but he would do anything he could. He would sacrifice everything, even himself, to keep Dean alive or to send him home.
Dean honestly was in way over his head and would never say anything about it.
When the creature moved past them in silence, Dean recognized it immediately. The both of them had been spending time sharing who hunted who. It was the perfect time to get the drop on it, but at the same time. The noise the fight would make might lure more creatures from the shadows. Perhaps the ones that Castiel himself was trying to "protect Dean from". He knew the moment Castiel would inevitably disappear in a flutter of wings that he would get the chance to get the drop on it again. At some point. The entire time, Dean hadn't let go of his weapons however. It was instinct. Without them all he had were his blunt nails, teeth, and flailing appendages. It didn't make up for what the creatures had here. Elongated fangs, claws, he thought he saw one with scythes for hands. But he didn't get close enough to get a good look. Something about weaponry for a body part didn't generate a good outcome in his mind.
He straightened up, putting away his knife and keeping a good hold on the much larger weapon. "Guess we'll have to agree to disagree about that, Cas. Coulda used some help...a lot of help." He could have used someone watching his back instead of allowing this place to put Dean in a constant survival-mode mindset. All that existed here were the creatures Dean spent his entire life killing. Humanity wasn't a rare commodity, it was non-existent and Dean was doing well to shed most of his to survive. He really didn't feel any hostility over this place. It was different from his home. Where the boundaries were clear, Purgatory was about one thing and one thing only. Survival. He paused for a brief moment, there were occasions early on when he truly believed he had found Cas again. Hallucinations really. Sleep deprivation did it to the best of them before he just had to make sure one more time while he pushed the hatchet against Castiel's stomach lightly. Okay...real. Not as imaginary as his mind had numerously tricked him to believe.
"If I had stayed, we might both be dead." Castiel clenched his fists. It wasn't as if he hadn't worried about Dean. He hadn't taken the decision to run lightly. Dean was everything he had. He had to do whatever he could to keep him safe, even if that meant that Dean might hate him. That was something he could live with as long as he knew it was for the right reason.
He moved closer to Dean. "Keeping you safe is my priority right now, Dean. That's not changing." Much as he wanted to stay with Dean, he couldn't. He wouldn't risk Dean's safety for his own selfish wants. Not again. He owed Dean too much for that.
He'd been in a few close scrapes himself. He'd been fighting for his life, barely getting away more than a few times from various monsters, including but not limited to the Leviathan. They could easily kill Dean if they could hurt Castiel, even with the way this place weighed down on him. He needed to keep them chasing him, keep them distracted from Dean. That was all that mattered. Dean.
He stepped against his own tree as the creature approached, trying very hard to breath as quietly as possible. Normally, he would draw its attention and run, but Dean was here now, so he had to pray that it wouldn't spot either of them. In normal circumstances, they would surely have a better chance together, but not now. That the Leviathans had a vendetta against Castiel made a big difference in his eyes. He had to protect Dean, especially after everything he'd done to Dean.
Once the creature had moved away and out of sight, he let himself breath, moving towards Dean again. "I ran away to give you the best chance you could have for survival, Dean. I'm sorry I left those monsters to you, but I was leading much stronger ones away. I knew that you would be safest without me."
Castiel needed Dean to survive this, if it was possible. He couldn't handle the idea that he'd lead Dean to his death after all of the other things he'd done to his friend. There was no possible way to really fix any of this, but he would do anything he could. He would sacrifice everything, even himself, to keep Dean alive or to send him home.
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When the creature moved past them in silence, Dean recognized it immediately. The both of them had been spending time sharing who hunted who. It was the perfect time to get the drop on it, but at the same time. The noise the fight would make might lure more creatures from the shadows. Perhaps the ones that Castiel himself was trying to "protect Dean from". He knew the moment Castiel would inevitably disappear in a flutter of wings that he would get the chance to get the drop on it again. At some point. The entire time, Dean hadn't let go of his weapons however. It was instinct. Without them all he had were his blunt nails, teeth, and flailing appendages. It didn't make up for what the creatures had here. Elongated fangs, claws, he thought he saw one with scythes for hands. But he didn't get close enough to get a good look. Something about weaponry for a body part didn't generate a good outcome in his mind.
He straightened up, putting away his knife and keeping a good hold on the much larger weapon. "Guess we'll have to agree to disagree about that, Cas. Coulda used some help...a lot of help." He could have used someone watching his back instead of allowing this place to put Dean in a constant survival-mode mindset. All that existed here were the creatures Dean spent his entire life killing. Humanity wasn't a rare commodity, it was non-existent and Dean was doing well to shed most of his to survive. He really didn't feel any hostility over this place. It was different from his home. Where the boundaries were clear, Purgatory was about one thing and one thing only. Survival. He paused for a brief moment, there were occasions early on when he truly believed he had found Cas again. Hallucinations really. Sleep deprivation did it to the best of them before he just had to make sure one more time while he pushed the hatchet against Castiel's stomach lightly. Okay...real. Not as imaginary as his mind had numerously tricked him to believe.
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He moved closer to Dean. "Keeping you safe is my priority right now, Dean. That's not changing." Much as he wanted to stay with Dean, he couldn't. He wouldn't risk Dean's safety for his own selfish wants. Not again. He owed Dean too much for that.
He'd been in a few close scrapes himself. He'd been fighting for his life, barely getting away more than a few times from various monsters, including but not limited to the Leviathan. They could easily kill Dean if they could hurt Castiel, even with the way this place weighed down on him. He needed to keep them chasing him, keep them distracted from Dean. That was all that mattered. Dean.
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