Demon!Dean fic (Part-7)
Title: A Demon on my Shoulder... (Fic formerly known as: "Can a dead heart feel?")
Earlier Parts: 1- 2- 3- 4- 5- 6
Warning: Demon!Dean( But don’t worry; he’ll have (at least a few) redeeming characteristics and I don’t think I could write him as evil evil you know?
A/N- S-10 speculation. I’m NOT putting this in warnings because obviously the show is not proceeding like my fic.
Summary- Sam knew he was taking a huge risk- agreeing to this spell meant he would either risk losing everything or he would- for once- be able to save Dean. And given Dean was sporting black eyes-literally- these days; there was a good chance things wouldn’t go according to plan.
But then again, Sam wasn’t a Winchester for nothing.
Before Dean could ask why, he felt a presence near them out in the real world and was waking up with the First Blade already in his hand and pressed up against someone’s throat.
“Cas???”
Dean stared at the blue-eyed angel; blinking when his vision swam to show him a face wreathed in nearly blinding white-light with six wings stretching behind him to brush the bunker’s vaulted ceiling overlaid on Jimmy Novak’s familiar face.
“Dean,” The angel answered, as placid as ever.
Dean winced at the way the word echoed inside him, the vibrations caused making his teeth grind together. He stepped back, withdrawing the blade from where he’d held it against Jimmy Novak’s vulnerable neck and removed his other hand from his shoulder; realizing only then that his left palm was red like he’d grabbed heated metal.
The angel followed his gaze, “I apologise, it was not my intent to injure you,”
Dean waved him off, watching as his skin healed, “What’re you doing here?”
The angel shrugged, “I felt Sam’s fear,”
He couldn’t quite help the glance behind him where his little brother (now literally, once again) lay snuffling softly in sleep.
“He’s afraid of me?” Dean asked softly, feeling something akin to regret bloom in his chest.
“No; something frightened him this... morning?”
Dean turned back to the angel to glare at him, “And you’re coming to check on him now?!”
“He already felt protected,”
“Cas,” Dean growled, “I love you, man; but you gotta stop speaking in riddles!”
“I apologise,” The angel replied.
Dean glanced away; the duality of Castiel’s image hurt his head if he stared too long.
“I simply meant that even when he was scared, he was aware that he was not in any real danger; Dean. He knew he was safe.”
He nodded, “So... uh.. I don’t- don’t frighten him; do I?”
“No,”
“How does he recognise me?” Dean asked after a minute, “He doesn’t seem to recall anything else,”
“He will always recognise you, Dean, the same way you always know him,”
Dean swallowed at the confirmation, thinking back to the way Sammy had panicked when he'd tried to find what had caused 'this', “There is no cure for this curse, is there?”
Cas tilted his head in an action that was so familiar that it made Dean smile, “Are you sure that this is a curse, Dean?”
“What else could it be?!”
Castiel simply blinked back at him.
“Sammy always wanted normal...” He spoke up after another minute.
The angel’s head tilted again like a confused puppy, “I do not understand what that has anything to with this situation,”
Dean hardened his heart and set his jaw before he spoke again, “He remembers nothing now. Not our messed up childhood, nor his tortured life. He is, for all intents and purposes, a real child.”
The angel gazed down at the child-in-repose, a soft smile on his face blooming on his face involuntarily, “You intend to take him away from this life?”
“It’s what’s best for him,” Dean shrugged.
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Final Part: - 8 (+ Epilogue)
Earlier Parts: 1- 2- 3- 4- 5- 6
Warning: Demon!Dean( But don’t worry; he’ll have (at least a few) redeeming characteristics and I don’t think I could write him as evil evil you know?
A/N- S-10 speculation. I’m NOT putting this in warnings because obviously the show is not proceeding like my fic.
Summary- Sam knew he was taking a huge risk- agreeing to this spell meant he would either risk losing everything or he would- for once- be able to save Dean. And given Dean was sporting black eyes-literally- these days; there was a good chance things wouldn’t go according to plan.
But then again, Sam wasn’t a Winchester for nothing.
Before Dean could ask why, he felt a presence near them out in the real world and was waking up with the First Blade already in his hand and pressed up against someone’s throat.
“Cas???”
Dean stared at the blue-eyed angel; blinking when his vision swam to show him a face wreathed in nearly blinding white-light with six wings stretching behind him to brush the bunker’s vaulted ceiling overlaid on Jimmy Novak’s familiar face.
“Dean,” The angel answered, as placid as ever.
Dean winced at the way the word echoed inside him, the vibrations caused making his teeth grind together. He stepped back, withdrawing the blade from where he’d held it against Jimmy Novak’s vulnerable neck and removed his other hand from his shoulder; realizing only then that his left palm was red like he’d grabbed heated metal.
The angel followed his gaze, “I apologise, it was not my intent to injure you,”
Dean waved him off, watching as his skin healed, “What’re you doing here?”
The angel shrugged, “I felt Sam’s fear,”
He couldn’t quite help the glance behind him where his little brother (now literally, once again) lay snuffling softly in sleep.
“He’s afraid of me?” Dean asked softly, feeling something akin to regret bloom in his chest.
“No; something frightened him this... morning?”
Dean turned back to the angel to glare at him, “And you’re coming to check on him now?!”
“He already felt protected,”
“Cas,” Dean growled, “I love you, man; but you gotta stop speaking in riddles!”
“I apologise,” The angel replied.
Dean glanced away; the duality of Castiel’s image hurt his head if he stared too long.
“I simply meant that even when he was scared, he was aware that he was not in any real danger; Dean. He knew he was safe.”
He nodded, “So... uh.. I don’t- don’t frighten him; do I?”
“No,”
“How does he recognise me?” Dean asked after a minute, “He doesn’t seem to recall anything else,”
“He will always recognise you, Dean, the same way you always know him,”
Dean swallowed at the confirmation, thinking back to the way Sammy had panicked when he'd tried to find what had caused 'this', “There is no cure for this curse, is there?”
Cas tilted his head in an action that was so familiar that it made Dean smile, “Are you sure that this is a curse, Dean?”
“What else could it be?!”
Castiel simply blinked back at him.
“Sammy always wanted normal...” He spoke up after another minute.
The angel’s head tilted again like a confused puppy, “I do not understand what that has anything to with this situation,”
Dean hardened his heart and set his jaw before he spoke again, “He remembers nothing now. Not our messed up childhood, nor his tortured life. He is, for all intents and purposes, a real child.”
The angel gazed down at the child-in-repose, a soft smile on his face blooming on his face involuntarily, “You intend to take him away from this life?”
“It’s what’s best for him,” Dean shrugged.
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Final Part: - 8 (+ Epilogue)