09x15 - Unreliable Narrator - Part Five: Retrograde
Episode Number: 09x15 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Unreliable Narrator
Subtitle: Retrograde
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 720
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, sexual scenarios, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Several days ago... Castiel and Kevin waited in the Bunker for Sam and Dean to return.
"Cas," Kevin pleaded. "Sam and Dean aren't answering their phones."
"Dean called me a few hours ago to tell me they were on their way back. They closed up the case."
"Right, but neither one is responding at all," Kevin said. "Something's wrong, Castiel. Please."
"I will investigate. Stay here."
"Okay, just come right back. Okay?"
Cas teleported to the roadside. Sam bled freely on the ground outside of the busted Impala. Dean would be furious at the wreck -
The angel ran to the driver-side door to retrieve Dean. He was unconscious and bleeding. Taking two figures, Castiel tried to heal Dean.
It failed.
Something was blocking him. It was inside the car, whatever it was. Castiel focused: there was a hex bag or a coin somewhere, all he needed to do was destroy it.
He pulled Dean out of the car, then flashed white through the car to see if he could obliterate the hex bag. Something fizzled. It worked.
Cas turned around and placed a hand on Dean's cheek. His lungs started working again. He gasped.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"You were in an accident. A witch did something to you," Cas replied. He went over to Sam and checked his pulse. He was okay.
"Aww, doll," a woman said. "You can't save your friends, so do us both a favor, and save yourself."
"Cas! Castiel!" Dean blurted at the top of his lungs.
"You get away from him you bitch!"
"Name's Camille," she replied.
Cas used telekinesis to throw her sideways into the tree the car hit.
"Cas, what's going on with Sam?" Dean asked, trying to get to his feet.
"He's unconscious," the angel replied. "Hold on - "
The angel reached out to heal Sam, but a red searing pain erupted within him. Green and purple passed through his blood; whatever the witch had poisoned Sam with grasped hold of Castiel.
"Cas!"
"It's too late," Camille said. She was fine from the pain. "He came to save his two pets, like I knew he would."
"Who the hell are you? And what - "
"My master's gotta plan for him, boy. But not you," she zapped him with something and he fell down.
Sam jumped her, and she struck him out too.
She sauntered up to Castiel. "Meet me in Concordia, Kansas. Do you understand?"
Castiel nodded blankly. In the blink of an eye, he teleported away and knew no more.
Dean sat next to Cas on their bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean asked him.
"No," the angel replied.
"Good," Dean said. "We're men. We don't talk about things."
"I've branded Kevin's ribs, as well as the hunters living with him, and his mother, just in case," Castiel offered.
"That's where you disappeared to? New Jersey?"
"He wants to finish his finals," Cas said. "He said he'd hide after the semester is over."
Dean leaned into Castiel. "We've beat this guy before, Cas," Dean pointed out.
"At a terrible cost," Cas reminded him.
"Things are different now," Dean said. "You broke the binding spell on Death. The other horsemen are out of commission - "
"Michael is dead."
"Yeah, he is."
Silence.
Castiel stared away from Dean, purposely averting his eyes.
"Cas," Dean said softly. "Look at me."
Cas shook his head, no.
"Then close your eyes," Dean said.
He didn't ask why, but Cas shut his eyes.
Dean turned him and placed a kiss very softly on his lips. The angel welcomed the warmth, the invitation to physical entanglement without thought. While there were many things Castiel enjoyed about his experience being a little more human - things like food, physical affection, sex, laughter - never before had he experienced such desperation. Desperation to disappear into humanity. To be remarkably finite, fleeting even. To be a vessel instead of taking a vessel.
But Castiel was not human; he was an angel lost in humanity. The Winchesters were his anchor, and Dean healed him with solace.
The angel decided that who and what he was would be among tomorrow's problems.
He pressed Dean's back into the bed, slipping off his pants and seamlessly throwing off his own. Cas opened his eyes to find Dean's emeralds shining back at him.
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09x16 Boogie Man
Primary Post: 09x15 Unreliable Narrator
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Unreliable Narrator
Subtitle: Retrograde
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 720
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, sexual scenarios, language
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
Several days ago... Castiel and Kevin waited in the Bunker for Sam and Dean to return.
"Cas," Kevin pleaded. "Sam and Dean aren't answering their phones."
"Dean called me a few hours ago to tell me they were on their way back. They closed up the case."
"Right, but neither one is responding at all," Kevin said. "Something's wrong, Castiel. Please."
"I will investigate. Stay here."
"Okay, just come right back. Okay?"
Cas teleported to the roadside. Sam bled freely on the ground outside of the busted Impala. Dean would be furious at the wreck -
The angel ran to the driver-side door to retrieve Dean. He was unconscious and bleeding. Taking two figures, Castiel tried to heal Dean.
It failed.
Something was blocking him. It was inside the car, whatever it was. Castiel focused: there was a hex bag or a coin somewhere, all he needed to do was destroy it.
He pulled Dean out of the car, then flashed white through the car to see if he could obliterate the hex bag. Something fizzled. It worked.
Cas turned around and placed a hand on Dean's cheek. His lungs started working again. He gasped.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
"You were in an accident. A witch did something to you," Cas replied. He went over to Sam and checked his pulse. He was okay.
"Aww, doll," a woman said. "You can't save your friends, so do us both a favor, and save yourself."
"Cas! Castiel!" Dean blurted at the top of his lungs.
"You get away from him you bitch!"
"Name's Camille," she replied.
Cas used telekinesis to throw her sideways into the tree the car hit.
"Cas, what's going on with Sam?" Dean asked, trying to get to his feet.
"He's unconscious," the angel replied. "Hold on - "
The angel reached out to heal Sam, but a red searing pain erupted within him. Green and purple passed through his blood; whatever the witch had poisoned Sam with grasped hold of Castiel.
"Cas!"
"It's too late," Camille said. She was fine from the pain. "He came to save his two pets, like I knew he would."
"Who the hell are you? And what - "
"My master's gotta plan for him, boy. But not you," she zapped him with something and he fell down.
Sam jumped her, and she struck him out too.
She sauntered up to Castiel. "Meet me in Concordia, Kansas. Do you understand?"
Castiel nodded blankly. In the blink of an eye, he teleported away and knew no more.
Dean sat next to Cas on their bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean asked him.
"No," the angel replied.
"Good," Dean said. "We're men. We don't talk about things."
"I've branded Kevin's ribs, as well as the hunters living with him, and his mother, just in case," Castiel offered.
"That's where you disappeared to? New Jersey?"
"He wants to finish his finals," Cas said. "He said he'd hide after the semester is over."
Dean leaned into Castiel. "We've beat this guy before, Cas," Dean pointed out.
"At a terrible cost," Cas reminded him.
"Things are different now," Dean said. "You broke the binding spell on Death. The other horsemen are out of commission - "
"Michael is dead."
"Yeah, he is."
Silence.
Castiel stared away from Dean, purposely averting his eyes.
"Cas," Dean said softly. "Look at me."
Cas shook his head, no.
"Then close your eyes," Dean said.
He didn't ask why, but Cas shut his eyes.
Dean turned him and placed a kiss very softly on his lips. The angel welcomed the warmth, the invitation to physical entanglement without thought. While there were many things Castiel enjoyed about his experience being a little more human - things like food, physical affection, sex, laughter - never before had he experienced such desperation. Desperation to disappear into humanity. To be remarkably finite, fleeting even. To be a vessel instead of taking a vessel.
But Castiel was not human; he was an angel lost in humanity. The Winchesters were his anchor, and Dean healed him with solace.
The angel decided that who and what he was would be among tomorrow's problems.
He pressed Dean's back into the bed, slipping off his pants and seamlessly throwing off his own. Cas opened his eyes to find Dean's emeralds shining back at him.
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09x16 Boogie Man
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