When Dean woke up, it was dark. But not the comforting kind of dark where you can make out the edges of shapes in the darkness. It was the oppressing kind, that pressed down on your chest and made you feel as though you couldn't breathe. Which would have been just fine, except for the fact that Dean could breathe. He was breathing quite a bit
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Of course he had to change directions half way up the stairs as Ben shot past him going down and out. Alec simply spun and followed. He paused at the door though to cram his feet into his boots and snatch up Ben's. Junk yards were not a safe place for an Ordinary to be in without protection. He took off again and blurred to catch up with Ben ( ... )
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He needed to get to the top of the hill, and he couldn't tell Alec why. he had to know. Had to be sure.
Pushing himself free he took off again, struggling up the hill and he didn't even realize he was crying until he saw Dean sit up and he pushed his body to run just that much faster.
He couldn't scream out his father's name or title. He just got into the clearing with the starlight and stood there, panting as he looked at Dean a few feet away. He was scared, confused and damn happy all at the same time, and was afraid to cross those last few feet to hold him in case he was just a dream and would disappear.
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But when he walked out from the house on his own, Castiel made his move. He appeared silently, with just a rustle of wings and a small swirl of snow.
"Hello, Dean."
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He reached over, rubbing the dog's back lightly, both to tell the dog 'good boy' as well as to try and get him to sit a little closer, before picking up the beer next to him and taking a long sip, still regarding the man in front of him with a bit of unease. He didn't like this. Not a bit.
"I'm sorry -- do we know each other?"
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