Fic: Supernatural: Dean/Future Cas: "The Long Road Back" (5/28)
Title: The Long Road Back
Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 5/? (27 so far but i'm still writing)
Warnings: language,violence, drug use, eventual slash
Spoilers: only up to 5 X 4 (but you'll see me draw from information we found out later)
Characters/Pairings: focus on Dean/Future Cas but also Risa, Chuck, OC's, LuciferSam, and future Dean.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine and I don't own anything but the errors.
Summary: AU 5 X 04 The End fic. In many ways this will be a fix it story (but not in all ways). Dean stops his future self from sending Cas and the others into a trap and Zachariah seems to be missing in action. Dean has to figure out where to go from here.
A/N: This fic has been consuming my brain in a good way. It's already over 36,000 words and I'm not done. I really wanted to play around in this world, i love apocalyptic type settings, and i thought it would be a good way to keep myself busy during the hiatus. This story is going to have action,violence, and some death but the focus of this fic will be a slowly evolving love story in the middle of a world gone to hell between a certain hunter and a certain fallen angel. If you have a problem with that, don't read it.
Word count: 1062
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
When Dean woke up, he wasn’t surprised to find himself still in Cas’s cabin. Something didn’t feel right about how long he’d been here. It was almost as if Zachariah had forgotten about him. He had said three days. It was going on day number five. Which didn’t make any sense. The whole point of this was to teach him the error of his ways, so he would let Michael make him his bitch. Stranding him here wouldn’t help matters. He’d called out to him a few times, not because he enjoyed his company, but because he wanted to know what the hell was going on. So far, nothing.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” Cas’s voice invaded his musings.
“I’m awake.”
“Good for you.”
Dean snorted into this pillow. He rolled over to see Cas smoking something that was probably not a cigarette.
He watched Cas inhale deeply. “Is that marijuana? No you know what, don’t tell me. I don’t need to know.”
Cas laughed, it wasn’t his real laugh, not like the one he’d heard last night during their impromptu food fight. It was the one that made his stomach clench. “The perfect cure for a night filled with nightmares,” Cas said half to himself.
Dean flung the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore neck.
He noticed Cas staring at him, their eyes met, Cas looked down at the floor before Dean could make sense of anything he’d seen on his friends face. But he thought he’d caught a trace of embarrassment, and something else that his groggy brain couldn’t process. And if he didn’t know any better he’d swear the angel turned hippie was blushing.
“I’ll get that blanket hung up,” Cas mumbled as he put out his “cigarette” and headed back into his bedroom.
Dean got dressed, went outside to relieve himself. When he came back in, Cas was just finishing tying up a makeshift curtain in front of his bed.
“You didn’t have to do that now Cas.”
“It’s no problem,” Cas replied while walking back towards the living area. He got back into the cabinet they had raided last night and pulled out their left over energy bars.
“Breakfast,” he attempted to smile.
“Thanks,” Dean said while taking the bar from Cas’s very sweaty hand. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” his friend looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
Dean hated talking about anything that didn‘t involve beer, women, or killing some evil monster, but sometimes you had to bite the bullet for a friend. “You said something about nightmares. You wanna talk about it? I know a thing or two about that. Been to hell. Remember.”
Cas swallowed. “It’s nothing.”
“Alright. But it‘s a standing invitation,” Dean tried to sound nonchalant.
Cas simply nodded. “We’ll eat, then go meet Chuck.”
****
Chuck hadn’t had much luck getting volunteers. Surprise, surprise. Nobody wanted to head into a city full of crazy people wanting to tear you to pieces.
“We’ll talk to Risa and Mark. There’s a reason they were along on our last mission. They’re two of the best we have left.“
“Is that going to be enough?“ Dean asked.
“We only want a small group. It’s easier to move in and out fast, keep quiet, and remain undetected when there’s only a few of you.”
“The more people, the more chances for mistakes,” Dean agreed.
“Exactly,” Cas turned towards Chuck. “Can you ask them to meet us at the usual place?”
“Sure thing,” Chuck hurried off.
Cas led him to the place his other self had told them of his insane plan to kill the devil. Cas sat down in the same spot, and put his feet up. This was apparently business as usual. This time Dean didn’t sit in the back. He took the chair to the right of his friend. When Cas offered him some liquor, he took it.
The liquid burned going down. It was a good pain, a familiar one. He could feel Cas watching him. “You got something on your mind?” he asked gently.
“Me, nah. There’s not much going on up here anymore.” Cas tapped the side of his head.
“Bullshit, Cas.”
Cas’s eyes widened. “Fine. I know where we need to go for supplies.” Cas took a long drink from the bottle. “Kansas City.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s where I woke up here, that place is a shit hole, and it’s loaded with infected.”
“They all are. We don’t have time to travel much farther. We’ve already hit the other cities within a few days drive, several times. Kansas City is the only place that we haven’t wiped clean. We can’t leave this place, these people, unprotected, and leaderless for long. Most of them aren’t soldiers.”
Dean felt like banging his face into the wooden table a few times. Instead, he met his friends, very worn out, very worried eyes. “You’re right.”
“Who’s right?” Mark asked as he and Risa came in and sat down.
“Cas,” Dean said.
“About what?”
Cas set his bottle down. “That we need to make a run in Kansas City.”
“Wonderful,” Risa sighed. “I’m guessing no one’s volunteering.”
“We we’re hoping you would,” Dean spoke up. “I hear you two are some of the best we’ve got.”
“Why not. I haven’t risked my life yet today.” Risa smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Mark shifted uneasily in his seat. “I hate to suggest this, but if we are going to head there, there’s only one person left alive who knows that city well enough to give us a decent chance to pull this off.”
Cas leaned his head back, swallowed, and took several deep breaths. “I know.”
Dean leaned forward. “Care to fill in the new guy?”
“You - well the other you, led the raid to Kansas city a year ago. He knows his way around. The spots we should hit, the spots that were overrun, and the spots that he already emptied out. Without him, we’ll be going in blind.”
“Son of a Bitch.”
“Yep. And I’m guessing since we’ve had him tied up, gagged, and ruined his little suicide run, he’s not going to be feeling too helpful,” Cas finished off the bottle.
“I guess I’ll take one for the team. I mean hell, who better to talk to me, but me.”
“Do you realize how crazy that just sounded?” Mark said.
Cas and he exchanged a knowing glance. “I sure do.”
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Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 5/? (27 so far but i'm still writing)
Warnings: language,violence, drug use, eventual slash
Spoilers: only up to 5 X 4 (but you'll see me draw from information we found out later)
Characters/Pairings: focus on Dean/Future Cas but also Risa, Chuck, OC's, LuciferSam, and future Dean.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine and I don't own anything but the errors.
Summary: AU 5 X 04 The End fic. In many ways this will be a fix it story (but not in all ways). Dean stops his future self from sending Cas and the others into a trap and Zachariah seems to be missing in action. Dean has to figure out where to go from here.
A/N: This fic has been consuming my brain in a good way. It's already over 36,000 words and I'm not done. I really wanted to play around in this world, i love apocalyptic type settings, and i thought it would be a good way to keep myself busy during the hiatus. This story is going to have action,violence, and some death but the focus of this fic will be a slowly evolving love story in the middle of a world gone to hell between a certain hunter and a certain fallen angel. If you have a problem with that, don't read it.
Word count: 1062
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
When Dean woke up, he wasn’t surprised to find himself still in Cas’s cabin. Something didn’t feel right about how long he’d been here. It was almost as if Zachariah had forgotten about him. He had said three days. It was going on day number five. Which didn’t make any sense. The whole point of this was to teach him the error of his ways, so he would let Michael make him his bitch. Stranding him here wouldn’t help matters. He’d called out to him a few times, not because he enjoyed his company, but because he wanted to know what the hell was going on. So far, nothing.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” Cas’s voice invaded his musings.
“I’m awake.”
“Good for you.”
Dean snorted into this pillow. He rolled over to see Cas smoking something that was probably not a cigarette.
He watched Cas inhale deeply. “Is that marijuana? No you know what, don’t tell me. I don’t need to know.”
Cas laughed, it wasn’t his real laugh, not like the one he’d heard last night during their impromptu food fight. It was the one that made his stomach clench. “The perfect cure for a night filled with nightmares,” Cas said half to himself.
Dean flung the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore neck.
He noticed Cas staring at him, their eyes met, Cas looked down at the floor before Dean could make sense of anything he’d seen on his friends face. But he thought he’d caught a trace of embarrassment, and something else that his groggy brain couldn’t process. And if he didn’t know any better he’d swear the angel turned hippie was blushing.
“I’ll get that blanket hung up,” Cas mumbled as he put out his “cigarette” and headed back into his bedroom.
Dean got dressed, went outside to relieve himself. When he came back in, Cas was just finishing tying up a makeshift curtain in front of his bed.
“You didn’t have to do that now Cas.”
“It’s no problem,” Cas replied while walking back towards the living area. He got back into the cabinet they had raided last night and pulled out their left over energy bars.
“Breakfast,” he attempted to smile.
“Thanks,” Dean said while taking the bar from Cas’s very sweaty hand. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” his friend looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
Dean hated talking about anything that didn‘t involve beer, women, or killing some evil monster, but sometimes you had to bite the bullet for a friend. “You said something about nightmares. You wanna talk about it? I know a thing or two about that. Been to hell. Remember.”
Cas swallowed. “It’s nothing.”
“Alright. But it‘s a standing invitation,” Dean tried to sound nonchalant.
Cas simply nodded. “We’ll eat, then go meet Chuck.”
****
Chuck hadn’t had much luck getting volunteers. Surprise, surprise. Nobody wanted to head into a city full of crazy people wanting to tear you to pieces.
“We’ll talk to Risa and Mark. There’s a reason they were along on our last mission. They’re two of the best we have left.“
“Is that going to be enough?“ Dean asked.
“We only want a small group. It’s easier to move in and out fast, keep quiet, and remain undetected when there’s only a few of you.”
“The more people, the more chances for mistakes,” Dean agreed.
“Exactly,” Cas turned towards Chuck. “Can you ask them to meet us at the usual place?”
“Sure thing,” Chuck hurried off.
Cas led him to the place his other self had told them of his insane plan to kill the devil. Cas sat down in the same spot, and put his feet up. This was apparently business as usual. This time Dean didn’t sit in the back. He took the chair to the right of his friend. When Cas offered him some liquor, he took it.
The liquid burned going down. It was a good pain, a familiar one. He could feel Cas watching him. “You got something on your mind?” he asked gently.
“Me, nah. There’s not much going on up here anymore.” Cas tapped the side of his head.
“Bullshit, Cas.”
Cas’s eyes widened. “Fine. I know where we need to go for supplies.” Cas took a long drink from the bottle. “Kansas City.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s where I woke up here, that place is a shit hole, and it’s loaded with infected.”
“They all are. We don’t have time to travel much farther. We’ve already hit the other cities within a few days drive, several times. Kansas City is the only place that we haven’t wiped clean. We can’t leave this place, these people, unprotected, and leaderless for long. Most of them aren’t soldiers.”
Dean felt like banging his face into the wooden table a few times. Instead, he met his friends, very worn out, very worried eyes. “You’re right.”
“Who’s right?” Mark asked as he and Risa came in and sat down.
“Cas,” Dean said.
“About what?”
Cas set his bottle down. “That we need to make a run in Kansas City.”
“Wonderful,” Risa sighed. “I’m guessing no one’s volunteering.”
“We we’re hoping you would,” Dean spoke up. “I hear you two are some of the best we’ve got.”
“Why not. I haven’t risked my life yet today.” Risa smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Mark shifted uneasily in his seat. “I hate to suggest this, but if we are going to head there, there’s only one person left alive who knows that city well enough to give us a decent chance to pull this off.”
Cas leaned his head back, swallowed, and took several deep breaths. “I know.”
Dean leaned forward. “Care to fill in the new guy?”
“You - well the other you, led the raid to Kansas city a year ago. He knows his way around. The spots we should hit, the spots that were overrun, and the spots that he already emptied out. Without him, we’ll be going in blind.”
“Son of a Bitch.”
“Yep. And I’m guessing since we’ve had him tied up, gagged, and ruined his little suicide run, he’s not going to be feeling too helpful,” Cas finished off the bottle.
“I guess I’ll take one for the team. I mean hell, who better to talk to me, but me.”
“Do you realize how crazy that just sounded?” Mark said.
Cas and he exchanged a knowing glance. “I sure do.”
Next Chapter
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