Fic: Supernatural: Dean/Future Cas "The Long Road Back" (7/28)
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Title: The Long Road Back
Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 7/? (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: 963
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
When they stepped outside that horrible room, it got a little easier to breathe. The guards bolted the door.
Then he turned towards Cas. The look of horror, fear, and hurt in his eyes stabbed him in the gut. “He told you didn’t he?” his voice was full of pain. His eyes were wide - his fingers kept clenching and unclenching.
Dean had no idea what to say. What could he say that wouldn’t hurt Cas anymore than he already was - there was nothing. All those funny one liners he usually had refused to surface. He didn’t know what to do.
“Damn him,” Cas seemed to be literally shaking with rage.
Dean watched as his friend turned and walked away. This was not a situation Dean Winchester ever imagined being in and he had no idea how to handle it delicately.
He walked around in circles for about fifteen minutes. Waving aimlessly at anyone he passed. Trying to sort things out.
He wanted to talk to Cas. He needed to talk to Cas. He just didn’t know how to talk to Cas. How did you deal with finding out that your best friend… liked you?
Dean knew there was no right answer, so he gave up trying to find one. Instead he went home.
It was still daytime, but somehow the sky appeared darker as he walked up the steps to Cas’s cabin.
He stepped through the beads, it was dead silent inside. “Cas,” Dean tried.
No answer. His heart lurched.
“Are you here?” he tried again.
“Go away please,” Cas’s voice barely reached his ears. He was in his bedroom.
“I’m not going anywhere Cas. I live here now, remember.”
“I’ll find you somewhere else to stay.” his voice was hollow.
Dean didn’t wait for an invitation, he flung open Cas’s door. His friend was sitting on the window sill, staring out into the forest.
“I’d really like to be alone right now Dean," his voice was wrong - lifeless.
Dean strode across the room, and grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “Look at me!”
Cas’s head slowly turned, when their eyes met, it scared the shit out of Dean. His friend was not all there. He’d obviously taken some pretty heavy shit. His eyes were bloodshot, his words and movements sluggish, his skin way too pale. “Cas, what did you take?”
“A lot,” he mumbled.
Dean felt for his pulse, it was way too slow. Dean had no idea if he’d taken enough to do any permanent damage but he sure as hell wasn’t going to take a chance.
“Fuck.”
He ran into the other room, grabbed a bucket, and the jug of water. He set the bucket in between Castiel’s legs and cupped his face with his hands.
“I hope you thank for me this later,” he whispered. Then he opened Cas’s mouth, and shoved his finger down Cas’s throat.
Cas didn’t fight him.
Although, he did end up with most of the vomit on his lap, instead of in the bucket. That might have been intentional.
After he finished, Cas collapsed into his arms. He shivered against him, then Dean heard the sound of his friend breaking completely. The soft sobs would haunt him forever.
“I’m sorry I‘m such a mess,” Cas murmured into his shirt.
Dean swallowed back the bile in his throat.
“We’re all messed up Cas. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Dean picked him up, and laid him down on the bed. He touched his forehead, which was clammy, but his pulse was a bit better. “I’ll be right back,” Dean promised.
He changed into a pair of pants someone had given him to wear yesterday, and flung the dirty ones on the floor. He’d take care of it later.
Dean went back into the bedroom.
Cas hadn’t moved.
He grabbed the water, ripped a bit of fabric from his shirt, moistened it, and placed it against his friends forehead.
Cas’s eyelids fluttered, but remained closed.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again Cas.”
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I wasn’t trying to kill myself…I just wanted to turn it off.”
“Turn what off?” Dean moved the cloth behind Cas’s neck.
“The pain,” a single tear ran down his friends face.
“Yeah well,” Dean wiped at his eyes, “I‘d be really pissed off if you went and died on me.”
Castiel’s blue eyes opened. “Even after what he told you?”
“Cas, I admit I’m a bit confused and shocked about …it. That doesn’t change anything with us. You’re still my friend,” Dean bit his lip. “Of course I want you around. And that asshole in that cell can rot there for all I care. What he did to you, it was wrong. It was horrible. I honestly can’t believe you’d want to be around either of us after how we treated you.”
“How he treated me. I thought we’d made a deal. It wasn’t you.”
“Why did you stay Cas? He doesn’t deserve you.”
Cas shook his head. “I had nowhere else to go. The others were all gone. You were all I had.”
“You’re too good for us Cas. Just remember that,” Dean wiped at his eyes again and got up.
“Are you leaving?”
“You‘re not getting rid of me that easily,” he winked at his friend. “I’m just going to go wash up out back, for some reason I smell like vomit.”
“Sorry about that.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
He saw the start of smile form on Cas’s lips. For the first time since Castiel had walked away, he allowed himself to relax a bit. They were going to get through this. He wasn’t sure how exactly, but he knew they would.
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Title: The Long Road Back
Author: Nicole
Rating: R (maybe NC-17 later to be safe)
Chapters: 7/? (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: 963
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
When they stepped outside that horrible room, it got a little easier to breathe. The guards bolted the door.
Then he turned towards Cas. The look of horror, fear, and hurt in his eyes stabbed him in the gut. “He told you didn’t he?” his voice was full of pain. His eyes were wide - his fingers kept clenching and unclenching.
Dean had no idea what to say. What could he say that wouldn’t hurt Cas anymore than he already was - there was nothing. All those funny one liners he usually had refused to surface. He didn’t know what to do.
“Damn him,” Cas seemed to be literally shaking with rage.
Dean watched as his friend turned and walked away. This was not a situation Dean Winchester ever imagined being in and he had no idea how to handle it delicately.
He walked around in circles for about fifteen minutes. Waving aimlessly at anyone he passed. Trying to sort things out.
He wanted to talk to Cas. He needed to talk to Cas. He just didn’t know how to talk to Cas. How did you deal with finding out that your best friend… liked you?
Dean knew there was no right answer, so he gave up trying to find one. Instead he went home.
It was still daytime, but somehow the sky appeared darker as he walked up the steps to Cas’s cabin.
He stepped through the beads, it was dead silent inside. “Cas,” Dean tried.
No answer. His heart lurched.
“Are you here?” he tried again.
“Go away please,” Cas’s voice barely reached his ears. He was in his bedroom.
“I’m not going anywhere Cas. I live here now, remember.”
“I’ll find you somewhere else to stay.” his voice was hollow.
Dean didn’t wait for an invitation, he flung open Cas’s door. His friend was sitting on the window sill, staring out into the forest.
“I’d really like to be alone right now Dean," his voice was wrong - lifeless.
Dean strode across the room, and grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “Look at me!”
Cas’s head slowly turned, when their eyes met, it scared the shit out of Dean. His friend was not all there. He’d obviously taken some pretty heavy shit. His eyes were bloodshot, his words and movements sluggish, his skin way too pale. “Cas, what did you take?”
“A lot,” he mumbled.
Dean felt for his pulse, it was way too slow. Dean had no idea if he’d taken enough to do any permanent damage but he sure as hell wasn’t going to take a chance.
“Fuck.”
He ran into the other room, grabbed a bucket, and the jug of water. He set the bucket in between Castiel’s legs and cupped his face with his hands.
“I hope you thank for me this later,” he whispered. Then he opened Cas’s mouth, and shoved his finger down Cas’s throat.
Cas didn’t fight him.
Although, he did end up with most of the vomit on his lap, instead of in the bucket. That might have been intentional.
After he finished, Cas collapsed into his arms. He shivered against him, then Dean heard the sound of his friend breaking completely. The soft sobs would haunt him forever.
“I’m sorry I‘m such a mess,” Cas murmured into his shirt.
Dean swallowed back the bile in his throat.
“We’re all messed up Cas. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Dean picked him up, and laid him down on the bed. He touched his forehead, which was clammy, but his pulse was a bit better. “I’ll be right back,” Dean promised.
He changed into a pair of pants someone had given him to wear yesterday, and flung the dirty ones on the floor. He’d take care of it later.
Dean went back into the bedroom.
Cas hadn’t moved.
He grabbed the water, ripped a bit of fabric from his shirt, moistened it, and placed it against his friends forehead.
Cas’s eyelids fluttered, but remained closed.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again Cas.”
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I wasn’t trying to kill myself…I just wanted to turn it off.”
“Turn what off?” Dean moved the cloth behind Cas’s neck.
“The pain,” a single tear ran down his friends face.
“Yeah well,” Dean wiped at his eyes, “I‘d be really pissed off if you went and died on me.”
Castiel’s blue eyes opened. “Even after what he told you?”
“Cas, I admit I’m a bit confused and shocked about …it. That doesn’t change anything with us. You’re still my friend,” Dean bit his lip. “Of course I want you around. And that asshole in that cell can rot there for all I care. What he did to you, it was wrong. It was horrible. I honestly can’t believe you’d want to be around either of us after how we treated you.”
“How he treated me. I thought we’d made a deal. It wasn’t you.”
“Why did you stay Cas? He doesn’t deserve you.”
Cas shook his head. “I had nowhere else to go. The others were all gone. You were all I had.”
“You’re too good for us Cas. Just remember that,” Dean wiped at his eyes again and got up.
“Are you leaving?”
“You‘re not getting rid of me that easily,” he winked at his friend. “I’m just going to go wash up out back, for some reason I smell like vomit.”
“Sorry about that.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
He saw the start of smile form on Cas’s lips. For the first time since Castiel had walked away, he allowed himself to relax a bit. They were going to get through this. He wasn’t sure how exactly, but he knew they would.
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