More Than a Curse (3/??)
Title: More Than a Curse (3/??)
Author: Rinienne
Rating: PG-NC17 will be different in different chapters. PG for this one.
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Balthazar, Gabriel
Spoilers: I think to the begging of season 6, but really not much, because its little bit AU (where some stuff happened in the tv-show didn't happened)
Warnings: Some angst
Word Count: 2037
Beta: Many thanks to annwyn who helped me with my terrible grammar and style. ^^
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel were hunting witches. Dean and Castiel got hit by a curse, which did something weird with them. Dean was in shock, Castiel was confused, Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel found it hilarious.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3
In which Castiel receives terrible news, Dean is very confused and Sam gets kidnapped.
Sam reached the local library after about an hour of walking. He could have asked Dean for a ride, or to use the, car but in the end he decided to walk. Sam knew that he would soon spend enough time in the confined space of the Impala. Besides, walking was healthier and the weather was also pretty nice.
The library itself wasn’t really big, but it had some interesting books revelant to their case. He grabbed all the books he could find and moved to a more distant, and quieter, corner of the reference room.
He was flipping through the pages of one of the books, when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket.
“Hey, Sammy, did you call me?” - it was Bobby.
“Yeah, we got a little problem over here. It’s nothing too serious but I decided to call and check if you would know something about it.”
Sam started to describe his friend what had happened, trying to give as much details as he could. The older hunter asked several questions : what time was it exactly when they turned? How did they feel before it happened? How were they currently feeling? Sam soon understood that he couldn't answer most of these questions, having no idea how his brother or Castiel were feeling right now.
“I will probably spend some more time in the library, then I'll return to Dean and Cas and ask them. I will call you back right after, ok?” - He asked.
“It's not ok, you idjit, come back now, I want the three of you here as soon as possible. There are enough damn books in my house. Got it, boy?” - disagreed Bobby.
But Bobby never heard a reply. He wasn’t sure if Sam had just hanged up on him, or if he had simply ran out of minutes, or if something bad had just happened, forcing Sam to put an end to their convsersation. But really, what could happen to Sam in a public library in broad daylight? On the other end, it was a Winchester this was about, in other words a powerful magnet to all kinds of trouble. That is why, after trying to call back Sam and getting no reply whatsoever, Bobby dialed Dean's number.
* * *Dean and Castiel spent the next hours in silence. Dean was lying on the couch starring absently at the TV screen but, about half an hour later, he understood that he couldn't focus on what was going on there. Castiel had been sitting at the same spot for thirthy minutes, not moving at all and looking somewhat disturbed. Well, at least Dean could recognize that one facial expression, the one that would appear whenever he was agitated, the one that Castiel was currently wearing on his face, literally. He guessed that something was worrying the angel and felt the urge to ask him about it but, in the end, Dean decided to ignore it, as usual.
“Want some beer?” - He asked instead.
Castiel's body gave a twitch in surprise, all thoughts abruptly interrupted, and he turned towards the hunter.
“Huh? Sorry, I missed what you said” - he explained.
“Missed? I thought you could listen to ten different people at the same time, talking in different languages and still be able to understand to them all at once.” - Dean joked.
But instead of giving him a reply, Castiel simply turned his gaze away from the hunter, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and Dean could swear it was a brief blush he saw on the angel’s cheeks. What could he possibly have said to make the angel so uncomfortable?
He decided not to bother with it, making a mental note on how such a shy expression didn't look good on his face.
Dean was already in front of the fridge, fishing two cold green bottles and opening them.
“Yes, I think I will,” - nodded Castiel, accepting his bottle, - “thank you.”
He grabbed his bottle and started to drink. Quickly. Actually drinking the whole bottle in a long gulp and Dean’s eyes went wide.
“Hey buddy! You sure you ok?” - He asked.
“I’m… fine.” - Replied Castiel still refusing to meet Dean’s eyes.
Last things Dean saw was the angel carefully putting what was now an empty bottle on the table near him and in the next second, the hunter was left alone in the mouldy motel room, with a frown on his confused face and his own bottle of beer in hand.
Dean moved back to the bed, trying to settle in a comfortable position. Now that he was all by himself, he could do something about the familiar warmth awakening in lower parts of his body. He grinned widely, grabbing the remote and surfing channels until he finally found one of the pay per view ones. He was about to choose something he would REALLY enjoy watching during his « alone quality time » but suddenly remembered one little inconvenience.
“Freaking curses!” - He swore aloud, once again.
His name was Dean Winchester. And his life sucked!
But these thoughts died at once, stopped by some instinct born out of years of a hunter's life, as he heard his cellphone ringing somewhere by the nightstand. He sighed, reaching towards the noise and grabbing his phone, checking its screen. It was Bobby.
* * *Castiel appeared in the middle of the now familiar apartment created by Balthazar, his heart beating widly in his chest (no... Dean’s chest...), overwhelmed with fear.
He hadn't noticed it before... hadn't noticed it this very morning, but definitely just did fifteen minutes ago : Dean’s body was burning from inside, rejecting the angel, as it would a transplated organ.
It shouldn’t be a surprise, Castiel knew exactly how difficult it was to find a proper vessel. Possessing a random person was dangerous, it could harm the human body and burn it. And now it was starting - Castiel's grace was being rejected.
And the saddest was that Castiel had already told Dean that his body would be all right, that it would be safe, as it was very special, destined as it was to be the chest in which would lay the blinding grace of God's most powerful archangel.
It seemed now that these words had been a curse, as the rejection process had been apparently engaged.
Staying in this vessel meant that eventually Castiel's grace would burn down Dean’s body. Something that no angel would be able to heal. He had to leave Dean’s body, and the sooner would be the better.
With a deep sigh, the angel laid down on the floor, ordering his grace to evacuate the body. The room quickly filled with a light so bright it would melt any human’s eyes, whereas it was such a pleasant and soothing sight for any angel. It was spreading quickly, filling not only the room where Castiel laid, but the whole apartment, reflected by all those mirrors Balthazar liked so much.
Suddenly, when half of it was already out of Dean's body, something stopped him, pushing is grace back. He opened his eyes to the sight of Balthazar kneeling before him, a gentle hand on his mouth.
“And what the hell are you doing here?” - asked the other angel.
Castiel could see anger on his brother’s face but he couldn’t understand it. He would have asked the reason for it, but his mouth was still sealed by his brother's hand.
“Thank our dear father, I was around! I didn’t expect you to do something this kind of stupid!”
Finally Balthazar's hand moved away from his face, allowing Castiel to explain himself. And so he did.
“I think all this interaction with these imbeciles are turning you into one as well!” - Sighed Balthazar - “Do you realize what you were just about to do?”
“Well, to tell the truth, of course you weren’t going to accomplish something so terrible... just destroying this charming body, giving no other choice to Dean than saying “yes” and let you possess the body he is currently in, thus ending in both of you sharing it, just as you did with James Novak before. With no chance of your dear Dean getting back to a body of his own. Ever. So yeah, I have no idea why I did stop you. Don't thank me” - Balthazar shrugged.
Understanding quickly flared in Castiel. Humans were made of three parts : the soul, the mind (or, in other words, conscience), and the physical frame (body). The physical frame could survive and function properly with at least one of the other two parts, exactly as it had happened with Sam when he returned from Lucifer’s cage: he had his body and his mind. But not both soul and mind. But Dean was currently in Jimmy's physical frame, and since Jimmy had passed away and went to Heaven, there was no conscience anymore to merge with his body. The same was applying to Dean's body : its soul and mind were being currently trapped in another frame, and leaving Dean's one now would be leaving an empty shell behind, with no mind or soul coming back to it, with no mind or soul to fill it and breathe life into it, as Castiel, never receiving permission to take Dean's body, would not be able to come back to it. And as the body would be left alone, empty and resting on the floor, no «yes» would ever pass its lips.
And kwnowing Dean... he would never say this simple word to Castiel, granting him admission.
And Castiel felt ashamed, ashamed of the fact that he had been on the verge to do something stupid, fear taking the best out of him, and leaving his charge, his friend, beyond repair.
“Balthazar. I’m burning down Dean’s body, it’s rejecting my grace! What should I do?” - Implored Castiel.
“You and your human boyfriend are such a pain in the ass.” - He said.
“Dean is not my boyfriend!” - answered Cas angrily. But at the same time, he knew a blush was covering his face and something in his borrowed stomach twirled.
“Yes-Yes,” - nodded Balthazar - “whatever you say.”
His brother then moved to another room and returned as quickly, with something hidden in his hands.
“Well, I guess as Heaven now has been bestowed the gift of free will, it won’t be a sin, right?” - said Balthazar throwing the item to Castiel.
It was a small glass vial with a metal cap, covered with enochian sigils. Castiel had seen something like this once before : the exact same vial was once given to Uriel, keeping Anna’s grace in it.
“This is…” - Castiel was speechless.
“Yeah.” - Nodded the other angel, as he had been able to read his brother’s mind. - “This will only be only temporary, you'll be able to have it back, as soon as we fix our problem. So, no impasse for you there. Although I heard it will hurt like hell. So, again, it's your choice to make”
But Castiel did not hesitate. To save Dean, he would do anything. He died for Dean. Twice. Why would he waver now? Especially if it was only something temporary.
* * *Sam awoke in the middle of a very dirty room. It looked as the person living there hadn't been cleaning for a month. It wasn’t smelly, not really, but it was filled with empty cracker boxes, soda bottles, candy wrappers, adult magazines and other trash. Like a squat. The person living there was definitively a bit off, or having some serious issues or maybe a poor college student. Also probably not someone very handsome and having problems with women as the unsane number of porn magazines was screaming.
Then Sam wondered how the hell it happened anyway. He had been sitting in a very public library, talking to Bobby. Then he heard a clap behind him and suddenly, the library floor started to fade away. Next he knew, he was standing in the middle of this disgusting room.
“Totally not cool.” - He said to himself.
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