Fic: Supernatural: Dean/Future Cas: "The Long Road Back" (6/28)
Title: The Long Road Back
Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 6/? (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: 1521
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Dean did not want to do this. He knew he shouldn’t be so afraid of himself, but Mark was right. This was weird, even for him. Not to mention, he really didn’t like himself. The only thing Dean knew for sure, was that he would not end up like this. If anything good came from this little jaunt to the future, it would be to warn him of what he could become if he gave up everything he fought for and believed in.
Cas stopped in front of the door and nodded at the two armed guards. They stepped aside.
“You sure about this?” Cas asked.
“Hell no, but I don’t really have a choice do I?”
“I suppose not,” he unbolted the door, and stepped off to the side.
“You’re not coming?”
Cas suddenly seemed to find something fascinating over Dean’s shoulder. “It’s probably best if I wait out here. If you need me I’ll be close.”
Weird. “Why?”
“Dean you should just trust me on this. He doesn‘t really hold me in very high regard anymore. You heard what he said in the car. Things will be easier if it’s just you. I don’t want to…get in the way,” his voice quivered slightly on the last few words.
Dean hadn‘t realized it was possible to hate his future self anymore than he already had. “You’re never in the way Cas.”
That got him a small, short lived smile. “Just get in there and see what you can find out. I’ll be right here.”
“Hold onto this for me,” Dean pulled the colt out and held it out towards Cas. “Don’t want him getting his hands on it.”
Cas looked surprised, but he took the offered weapon. “We’ll need to find somewhere to hide this.”
“One problem at a time,” Dean reached for the door, but Cas grabbed his arm.
“Be careful Dean.”
“I will.”
Cas’s fingers squeezed his forearm tightly, then he slowly let go.
Dean took a calming breath and walked inside.
*****
“Well look who came down off his high horse, and decided to pay me a visit.”
Dean felt like he was looking into a shattered mirror. The cold, angry eyes. The hard voice. It was even worse than it had been. He was really pissed. They’d tied him to a steal beam, his feet were bound, and his hands were tied behind his back. The area around him had been cleared of any nails, debris, or objects that he might have been able to use to untie himself. Dean had wanted to make sure, it was a room he would not have been able to get out of, it looked like he’d at least gotten that right.
“Yep, that’s me. I love charity cases,” he fired back. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say given the circumstances.
“Very funny. We’re real comedians aren’t we?”
“Look. I didn’t come here to play who’s the biggest hard ass. These people that you were supposed to be protecting, that were depending on you. They’re getting low on the necessities. We’re planning a little shopping trip, and I hear you might be able to give us directions,” Dean hoped there was some compassion left in him.
“Did you now?”
“Yeah. We’re heading to a little place called Kansas City. Ring any bells?”
“I see,” the smile that crept onto that face - it was downright scary. “I might be able to help.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you think?" he spat. "I want out. I don’t enjoy being tied up… unless it’s by a beautiful woman,” he smirked.
“I can’t do that. You know why.”
“It’s pretty sad when you don’t trust yourself.”
“Yeah it is,” Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, we can’t let you out. Not right now anyway. We can make you more comfortable. Blanket, better food, a pillow. And if you help it‘ll go a long way to convince these people not to sneak in and shoot you in the head.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.”
Dean turned to leave, when his alter ego spoke again. This time his voice was laced with venom. “Is our good buddy Cas out there?”
Dean froze.
“He is isn’t he? I thought I heard him out there before you came in. He’s probably following you around like a lost puppy. Have you been patting him on the back, telling him how helpful he is?”
Dean turned around. “You’re a real piece of shit you know that.”
“You know he has thing for us, right?”
Any sarcastic response Dean had planned was gone. “What?”
His future self leaned forward, straining against his bonds. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. How devoted he is - how he’ll do anything for you. The way he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. How he clings to your every word.”
That distorted reflection smiled at Dean. His evil twin was obviously enjoying this.
Dean felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. His brain was having trouble understanding what a bizarre direction this conversation had taken. It was ridiculous. What game is he playing and why?
“You’re insane.”
“I don’t blame you. I was oblivious to it as well. Then one night, I got real wasted. Me and a few other survivors, who are all dead now of course, were laughing and joking about anything and everything. Just trying to escape the real world for a little while. You know how it is,” he grinned, it was anything but friendly.
“One of them says to me that he thinks Cas might be into me. Naturally, I tell him he’s nuts. He dares me to go kiss him and see what happens. I tell him no way. I only kiss hot chicks,” he strained against his bonds, leaning even further forward.
“Then he offers to give me his prize hunting knife if I do it. I figured, why the hell not? I was so trashed, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I stumbled into Cas’s. He was there alone. There were less of us then, and he wasn’t whoring himself out yet.”
Dean was having trouble breathing.
“My drinking buddies were all watching through his window - Cas didn’t know that at the time.”
The way he said that, it sent chills down Dean’s spine. Then the bastard actually winked at him.
“I went straight over to Cas and I planted one on him. After only a few seconds I started to pull away. I figured he was going to take a swing at me. Instead, he grabs me and pulls me back in, and damn does that boy kiss me. His fingers were in my hair and I think he even snuck a little tongue in, of course a moment later, I punched him in the nose. You should have seen the look on this face when I told him it had all been a dare.”
He smirked. “Things were never the same after that. Cas was never the same. Pathetic really.”
Dean had stopped breathing completely. He forced himself to start again. It was hard. He wanted to tell the heartless piece of shit in front of him what a liar he was, but he couldn’t. Because he knew himself.
He might be an asshole but he wasn’t lying.
“I just thought you should know who you’re putting your trust in Dean. A useless drug addict who can’t take a joke.”
Something snapped in Dean at that moment. He didn’t even remember attacking the son of a bitch. Somehow, his fists were connecting with that cruel face. When that didn’t make him feel better, Dean’s hands ended up around his throat.
He was vaguely aware of the guards trying to pull him off. He ignored them.
Then he felt familiar hands rest on top of his.
Cas’s worried voice finally broke through his rage. “Dean, you have to stop. Don’t do this. It’s what he wants. You’re not him.”
Dean forced his hands to relax. Cas guided his arms down until they were hanging limp at his side. He’d put himself in between them. “Did he hurt you?”
Dean blinked. “No. He just really pissed me off.”
“I can see that. Come on, let’s get out of here before he opens his mouth again.”
“Leaving so soon Cas?” Dean’s alter ego laughed. It was a terrible, haunted sound.
Cas stopped. “Fuck you.”
“That only happened in your dreams…baby,” his voice dripped with sarcasm.
Dean saw the absolute pain in his friends eyes, and knew without a doubt that his other self had not been lying. He’d never known, he had it in him to be so abusive.
“Come on Cas, let’s go,” he put his hand on Cas’s lower back and started pushing him towards the door.
When they’d almost reached the exit, Dean heard that bastard start making kissing noises. It took everything he had not to turn around, and start pounding his already mangled face again.
“Please don’t,” Cas whispered.
That was the only thing that stopped him.
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Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 6/? (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: 1521
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Dean did not want to do this. He knew he shouldn’t be so afraid of himself, but Mark was right. This was weird, even for him. Not to mention, he really didn’t like himself. The only thing Dean knew for sure, was that he would not end up like this. If anything good came from this little jaunt to the future, it would be to warn him of what he could become if he gave up everything he fought for and believed in.
Cas stopped in front of the door and nodded at the two armed guards. They stepped aside.
“You sure about this?” Cas asked.
“Hell no, but I don’t really have a choice do I?”
“I suppose not,” he unbolted the door, and stepped off to the side.
“You’re not coming?”
Cas suddenly seemed to find something fascinating over Dean’s shoulder. “It’s probably best if I wait out here. If you need me I’ll be close.”
Weird. “Why?”
“Dean you should just trust me on this. He doesn‘t really hold me in very high regard anymore. You heard what he said in the car. Things will be easier if it’s just you. I don’t want to…get in the way,” his voice quivered slightly on the last few words.
Dean hadn‘t realized it was possible to hate his future self anymore than he already had. “You’re never in the way Cas.”
That got him a small, short lived smile. “Just get in there and see what you can find out. I’ll be right here.”
“Hold onto this for me,” Dean pulled the colt out and held it out towards Cas. “Don’t want him getting his hands on it.”
Cas looked surprised, but he took the offered weapon. “We’ll need to find somewhere to hide this.”
“One problem at a time,” Dean reached for the door, but Cas grabbed his arm.
“Be careful Dean.”
“I will.”
Cas’s fingers squeezed his forearm tightly, then he slowly let go.
Dean took a calming breath and walked inside.
*****
“Well look who came down off his high horse, and decided to pay me a visit.”
Dean felt like he was looking into a shattered mirror. The cold, angry eyes. The hard voice. It was even worse than it had been. He was really pissed. They’d tied him to a steal beam, his feet were bound, and his hands were tied behind his back. The area around him had been cleared of any nails, debris, or objects that he might have been able to use to untie himself. Dean had wanted to make sure, it was a room he would not have been able to get out of, it looked like he’d at least gotten that right.
“Yep, that’s me. I love charity cases,” he fired back. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say given the circumstances.
“Very funny. We’re real comedians aren’t we?”
“Look. I didn’t come here to play who’s the biggest hard ass. These people that you were supposed to be protecting, that were depending on you. They’re getting low on the necessities. We’re planning a little shopping trip, and I hear you might be able to give us directions,” Dean hoped there was some compassion left in him.
“Did you now?”
“Yeah. We’re heading to a little place called Kansas City. Ring any bells?”
“I see,” the smile that crept onto that face - it was downright scary. “I might be able to help.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you think?" he spat. "I want out. I don’t enjoy being tied up… unless it’s by a beautiful woman,” he smirked.
“I can’t do that. You know why.”
“It’s pretty sad when you don’t trust yourself.”
“Yeah it is,” Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, we can’t let you out. Not right now anyway. We can make you more comfortable. Blanket, better food, a pillow. And if you help it‘ll go a long way to convince these people not to sneak in and shoot you in the head.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.”
Dean turned to leave, when his alter ego spoke again. This time his voice was laced with venom. “Is our good buddy Cas out there?”
Dean froze.
“He is isn’t he? I thought I heard him out there before you came in. He’s probably following you around like a lost puppy. Have you been patting him on the back, telling him how helpful he is?”
Dean turned around. “You’re a real piece of shit you know that.”
“You know he has thing for us, right?”
Any sarcastic response Dean had planned was gone. “What?”
His future self leaned forward, straining against his bonds. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. How devoted he is - how he’ll do anything for you. The way he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. How he clings to your every word.”
That distorted reflection smiled at Dean. His evil twin was obviously enjoying this.
Dean felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. His brain was having trouble understanding what a bizarre direction this conversation had taken. It was ridiculous. What game is he playing and why?
“You’re insane.”
“I don’t blame you. I was oblivious to it as well. Then one night, I got real wasted. Me and a few other survivors, who are all dead now of course, were laughing and joking about anything and everything. Just trying to escape the real world for a little while. You know how it is,” he grinned, it was anything but friendly.
“One of them says to me that he thinks Cas might be into me. Naturally, I tell him he’s nuts. He dares me to go kiss him and see what happens. I tell him no way. I only kiss hot chicks,” he strained against his bonds, leaning even further forward.
“Then he offers to give me his prize hunting knife if I do it. I figured, why the hell not? I was so trashed, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I stumbled into Cas’s. He was there alone. There were less of us then, and he wasn’t whoring himself out yet.”
Dean was having trouble breathing.
“My drinking buddies were all watching through his window - Cas didn’t know that at the time.”
The way he said that, it sent chills down Dean’s spine. Then the bastard actually winked at him.
“I went straight over to Cas and I planted one on him. After only a few seconds I started to pull away. I figured he was going to take a swing at me. Instead, he grabs me and pulls me back in, and damn does that boy kiss me. His fingers were in my hair and I think he even snuck a little tongue in, of course a moment later, I punched him in the nose. You should have seen the look on this face when I told him it had all been a dare.”
He smirked. “Things were never the same after that. Cas was never the same. Pathetic really.”
Dean had stopped breathing completely. He forced himself to start again. It was hard. He wanted to tell the heartless piece of shit in front of him what a liar he was, but he couldn’t. Because he knew himself.
He might be an asshole but he wasn’t lying.
“I just thought you should know who you’re putting your trust in Dean. A useless drug addict who can’t take a joke.”
Something snapped in Dean at that moment. He didn’t even remember attacking the son of a bitch. Somehow, his fists were connecting with that cruel face. When that didn’t make him feel better, Dean’s hands ended up around his throat.
He was vaguely aware of the guards trying to pull him off. He ignored them.
Then he felt familiar hands rest on top of his.
Cas’s worried voice finally broke through his rage. “Dean, you have to stop. Don’t do this. It’s what he wants. You’re not him.”
Dean forced his hands to relax. Cas guided his arms down until they were hanging limp at his side. He’d put himself in between them. “Did he hurt you?”
Dean blinked. “No. He just really pissed me off.”
“I can see that. Come on, let’s get out of here before he opens his mouth again.”
“Leaving so soon Cas?” Dean’s alter ego laughed. It was a terrible, haunted sound.
Cas stopped. “Fuck you.”
“That only happened in your dreams…baby,” his voice dripped with sarcasm.
Dean saw the absolute pain in his friends eyes, and knew without a doubt that his other self had not been lying. He’d never known, he had it in him to be so abusive.
“Come on Cas, let’s go,” he put his hand on Cas’s lower back and started pushing him towards the door.
When they’d almost reached the exit, Dean heard that bastard start making kissing noises. It took everything he had not to turn around, and start pounding his already mangled face again.
“Please don’t,” Cas whispered.
That was the only thing that stopped him.
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