Fic: but oh, my love (don't forget me) p2
Claim: Rapunzel for dc_everafter
Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 10,100
Warnings: descriptions of violence in the original Grimm-style
PART 1
They manage to get fairly close to the tower before the hellhounds find them. They’d rode in to the clearing and walked the rest of the way, leaving the horses at a safe distance. Tonight they’re skittish and wouldn’t be much use anyway, wheeling and sidestepping at the slightest noise. They must know what’s lurking in the woods and the danger it poses.
“I’ll hold them off,” Sam offers, Anna’s dagger in his possession. “Anna, help Dean.”
“How do we get up there?” Dean asks, feeling the rough stone of the wall of the tower, knowing there are no steps.
“I’m your ride,” Anna answers, wrapping an arm under Dean’s shoulders.
“Holy shit,” Sam says, awed.
“Wing, right?” Dean says, grinning. That was the exact same way Dean himself had sounded the first time he’d set eyes on Cas’ wings.
He doesn’t get the chance to say more as Anna swoops straight up into the air. For the first time since he lost his eyesight, Dean is actually somewhat glad that it’s gone since he doesn’t have to suffer the vertigo that watching their flight would induce.
“Wait here,” Anna orders once they reach the top, “I’m going back down to get your brother.”
Dean, of course, does not wait. Not with the promise of Cas so close. He tries to be quite, calls Cas’ name in a loud whisper. This tower is much larger than the last and sectioned off into rooms. Dean carefully follows the wall, doing his best not to knock anything over and make as little noise as possible.
He finds Cas in the second room. The door is unlocked, but he can hear the rattle of chains as Cas moves. Meg must really be worried about Cas disappearing.
“Cas, is that you?” Dean asks.
“Oh, god, Dean,” Cas answers, and Dean hears the chains clink as Cas moves forward, then a feather light touch on his check - stroking over the scars left behind from the briar. “I thought you had died when Meg pushed you. We left so fast - all I saw- ” he trails off, his voice thick with emotion. Dean brings his own hands up to rest on Cas’ shoulders
“Oh, she tried to kill me alright. A couple of times. Couldn’t stop me from coming back for you, though.”
“What happened to your eyes?”
“Pesky patch thorns growing underneath that first tower of yours broke my fall. I can’t see you, but otherwise, I’m alright.”
“I’m just glad your alive,” Cas says, drawing Dean into a hug. He clutches him so tight that Dean’s ribs start to hurt, but Dean doesn’t care, sure he’s hugging Cas back just as strongly.
After a long moment, Cas pulls and says, “Stand still.”
“What are you doing?” Dean asks, but as Cas’ hand passes over his eyes, he knows. “Holy shit,” he says. “I can see you.”
Cas gives him one of his tiny, demure little smiles and Dean grins back, just drinking up the sight of him.
“What a touching reunion,” says a voice from the doorway. Dean whirls and sees Meg, Anna slumped unconscious on the floor behind her and Sam nowhere to be seen. “Ah, yes,” Meg says, following the direction of his gaze. “I took care of your companions already. It’s a pity that Cas healed your eyes, I did so prefer you blind. You were so much more manageable that way. But it’s no matter because this time I will kill you.”
Cas shuffles protectively in front of Dean, his movement impaired by the chains. “You won’t lay a hand on him without going through me,” he says.
“You think you can stop me?” Meg asks, her lips twisting into a cruel smile as her hand reaches up to finger the glowing pendant around her neck, the one that holds Cas’ grace. Touching the pendant, she murmurs a spell and Cas falls to his knees, clutching at his chest.
“Dean, run,” he chokes out before collapsing the rest of the way to the ground.
Dean falls into a crouch next to Cas’ prone from, keeping one hand visible on his shoulder while the other, hidden behind Cas’ body, slips his knife free from the sheath in his boot. “Hey Cas, buddy, are you alright?” he asks, letting the genuine worry creep into his voice to keep Meg from catching on to what he’s doing and drown out the soft rasping noise of the knife sliding free of its sheath.
“You should be worrying about yourself right about now,” Meg says as she takes a step forward.
He waits until Meg advances on him before he springs forward, knife aimed at her chest, catching her by surprise. At the same time as he plunges the knife into her heart, Dean uses his free hand to rip the pendant with Cas’ grace inside from her neck, worried she might somehow be able access his healing powers through it.
“NO,” she screeches, hands going to her chest as she collapses backwards, blood as black as midnight flowing from the wound. On the ground, she twitches once and is still.
Dean whips his the blood from his hand on his pants and turns back to Cas, who’s already beginning to stir. “You okay?” Dean asks, helping him to his feet.
“I am now, thanks to you,” Cas answers, glancing towards Meg’s dead body before looking back at Dean.
“I believe this belongs to you,” Dean says, holding out the glowing pendant.
Cas takes it delicately from his hand, then pulls Dean into another hug. “Thank you, Dean,” he whispers into Dean’s ear.
“I’d do it again too,” Dean answers. “I’d do anything for you.” He presses a long, lingering kiss to Cas’ lips, then grabs his hand. “Come on, let’s go check on my brother and your sister, and then we’ll see about getting you out of those chains.”
“Sounds great,” Cas answers as he tangles their fingers together and slips the glowing pendant around his neck with his free hand.
Once Cas is free and they rouse Sam and Anna to find them unhurt, Dean can’t stop smiling, even as Cas flies him down from the tower which otherwise would be a horrifying trip. Although he’d never say so in so many words, Dean thinks this just might be the beginning of happily ever after.
EPILOGUE
Dean is laying back in the grass, eyes closed, letting the sun warm his face and the smell of his favorite field wash over him when a shadow falls over him and shades his face.
“Hey,” he says, “you’re blocking out my light.”
“Didn’t you tell me that you weren’t going to waste a single moment now that you had your eyesight back, and here you are lazing around with your eyes closed,” Cas teases from above him.
Dean opens his eyes and glares up at Cas. Cas smiles down at him, coy, his wings spread out fully behind him. Dean knows he’s got them out only to annoy him. Now that he’s got his grace back, he can pull them out and put them away at will, just like his sister Anna.
“Was there something that you wanted?” Dean asks, not at all annoyed.
“No,” Cas answers, settling down next to him in the long grass. “Just to see you.”
Dean grins and sits up, letting his knee fall to rest against Cas’, staring over at Cas the whole time. As corny as it sounds, Dean will never get tired of looking at his face.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get rid of your scars,” Cas says, reaching over to trace the lightly raises lines crisscrossing the upper part of Dean’s face, the scars from when he’d first fallen into those thorns nearly a year ago. Cas’ healing had fixed his eyesight, but the scars had only faded, not disappeared entirely.
Dean shrugs. “As long as you don’t mind looking at them, I really don’t care,” he answers.
“Of course I don’t,” Cas answers. Dean grins and pulls him into a kiss that quickly becomes heated. “Are you sure we should be doing this here?” Cas asks even as he pushing Dean backwards onto the grass.
“When did your sister say she was coming?” Dean asks, tipping his head back so that Cas can press a line of kisses down his throat.
“Not ‘til nightfall,” Cas answers.
“Then we’ve got plenty of time,” Dean says. “And after all, as you reminded me, I did say I didn’t want to waste a single moment of it and this definitely qualifies as enjoying my life to the fullest.”
THE END.
Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 10,100
Warnings: descriptions of violence in the original Grimm-style
PART 1
They manage to get fairly close to the tower before the hellhounds find them. They’d rode in to the clearing and walked the rest of the way, leaving the horses at a safe distance. Tonight they’re skittish and wouldn’t be much use anyway, wheeling and sidestepping at the slightest noise. They must know what’s lurking in the woods and the danger it poses.
“I’ll hold them off,” Sam offers, Anna’s dagger in his possession. “Anna, help Dean.”
“How do we get up there?” Dean asks, feeling the rough stone of the wall of the tower, knowing there are no steps.
“I’m your ride,” Anna answers, wrapping an arm under Dean’s shoulders.
“Holy shit,” Sam says, awed.
“Wing, right?” Dean says, grinning. That was the exact same way Dean himself had sounded the first time he’d set eyes on Cas’ wings.
He doesn’t get the chance to say more as Anna swoops straight up into the air. For the first time since he lost his eyesight, Dean is actually somewhat glad that it’s gone since he doesn’t have to suffer the vertigo that watching their flight would induce.
“Wait here,” Anna orders once they reach the top, “I’m going back down to get your brother.”
Dean, of course, does not wait. Not with the promise of Cas so close. He tries to be quite, calls Cas’ name in a loud whisper. This tower is much larger than the last and sectioned off into rooms. Dean carefully follows the wall, doing his best not to knock anything over and make as little noise as possible.
He finds Cas in the second room. The door is unlocked, but he can hear the rattle of chains as Cas moves. Meg must really be worried about Cas disappearing.
“Cas, is that you?” Dean asks.
“Oh, god, Dean,” Cas answers, and Dean hears the chains clink as Cas moves forward, then a feather light touch on his check - stroking over the scars left behind from the briar. “I thought you had died when Meg pushed you. We left so fast - all I saw- ” he trails off, his voice thick with emotion. Dean brings his own hands up to rest on Cas’ shoulders
“Oh, she tried to kill me alright. A couple of times. Couldn’t stop me from coming back for you, though.”
“What happened to your eyes?”
“Pesky patch thorns growing underneath that first tower of yours broke my fall. I can’t see you, but otherwise, I’m alright.”
“I’m just glad your alive,” Cas says, drawing Dean into a hug. He clutches him so tight that Dean’s ribs start to hurt, but Dean doesn’t care, sure he’s hugging Cas back just as strongly.
After a long moment, Cas pulls and says, “Stand still.”
“What are you doing?” Dean asks, but as Cas’ hand passes over his eyes, he knows. “Holy shit,” he says. “I can see you.”
Cas gives him one of his tiny, demure little smiles and Dean grins back, just drinking up the sight of him.
“What a touching reunion,” says a voice from the doorway. Dean whirls and sees Meg, Anna slumped unconscious on the floor behind her and Sam nowhere to be seen. “Ah, yes,” Meg says, following the direction of his gaze. “I took care of your companions already. It’s a pity that Cas healed your eyes, I did so prefer you blind. You were so much more manageable that way. But it’s no matter because this time I will kill you.”
Cas shuffles protectively in front of Dean, his movement impaired by the chains. “You won’t lay a hand on him without going through me,” he says.
“You think you can stop me?” Meg asks, her lips twisting into a cruel smile as her hand reaches up to finger the glowing pendant around her neck, the one that holds Cas’ grace. Touching the pendant, she murmurs a spell and Cas falls to his knees, clutching at his chest.
“Dean, run,” he chokes out before collapsing the rest of the way to the ground.
Dean falls into a crouch next to Cas’ prone from, keeping one hand visible on his shoulder while the other, hidden behind Cas’ body, slips his knife free from the sheath in his boot. “Hey Cas, buddy, are you alright?” he asks, letting the genuine worry creep into his voice to keep Meg from catching on to what he’s doing and drown out the soft rasping noise of the knife sliding free of its sheath.
“You should be worrying about yourself right about now,” Meg says as she takes a step forward.
He waits until Meg advances on him before he springs forward, knife aimed at her chest, catching her by surprise. At the same time as he plunges the knife into her heart, Dean uses his free hand to rip the pendant with Cas’ grace inside from her neck, worried she might somehow be able access his healing powers through it.
“NO,” she screeches, hands going to her chest as she collapses backwards, blood as black as midnight flowing from the wound. On the ground, she twitches once and is still.
Dean whips his the blood from his hand on his pants and turns back to Cas, who’s already beginning to stir. “You okay?” Dean asks, helping him to his feet.
“I am now, thanks to you,” Cas answers, glancing towards Meg’s dead body before looking back at Dean.
“I believe this belongs to you,” Dean says, holding out the glowing pendant.
Cas takes it delicately from his hand, then pulls Dean into another hug. “Thank you, Dean,” he whispers into Dean’s ear.
“I’d do it again too,” Dean answers. “I’d do anything for you.” He presses a long, lingering kiss to Cas’ lips, then grabs his hand. “Come on, let’s go check on my brother and your sister, and then we’ll see about getting you out of those chains.”
“Sounds great,” Cas answers as he tangles their fingers together and slips the glowing pendant around his neck with his free hand.
Once Cas is free and they rouse Sam and Anna to find them unhurt, Dean can’t stop smiling, even as Cas flies him down from the tower which otherwise would be a horrifying trip. Although he’d never say so in so many words, Dean thinks this just might be the beginning of happily ever after.
EPILOGUE
Dean is laying back in the grass, eyes closed, letting the sun warm his face and the smell of his favorite field wash over him when a shadow falls over him and shades his face.
“Hey,” he says, “you’re blocking out my light.”
“Didn’t you tell me that you weren’t going to waste a single moment now that you had your eyesight back, and here you are lazing around with your eyes closed,” Cas teases from above him.
Dean opens his eyes and glares up at Cas. Cas smiles down at him, coy, his wings spread out fully behind him. Dean knows he’s got them out only to annoy him. Now that he’s got his grace back, he can pull them out and put them away at will, just like his sister Anna.
“Was there something that you wanted?” Dean asks, not at all annoyed.
“No,” Cas answers, settling down next to him in the long grass. “Just to see you.”
Dean grins and sits up, letting his knee fall to rest against Cas’, staring over at Cas the whole time. As corny as it sounds, Dean will never get tired of looking at his face.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get rid of your scars,” Cas says, reaching over to trace the lightly raises lines crisscrossing the upper part of Dean’s face, the scars from when he’d first fallen into those thorns nearly a year ago. Cas’ healing had fixed his eyesight, but the scars had only faded, not disappeared entirely.
Dean shrugs. “As long as you don’t mind looking at them, I really don’t care,” he answers.
“Of course I don’t,” Cas answers. Dean grins and pulls him into a kiss that quickly becomes heated. “Are you sure we should be doing this here?” Cas asks even as he pushing Dean backwards onto the grass.
“When did your sister say she was coming?” Dean asks, tipping his head back so that Cas can press a line of kisses down his throat.
“Not ‘til nightfall,” Cas answers.
“Then we’ve got plenty of time,” Dean says. “And after all, as you reminded me, I did say I didn’t want to waste a single moment of it and this definitely qualifies as enjoying my life to the fullest.”
THE END.