I do not own Supernatural. Slight potty mouth.
Chapter 1: A Lost Cause
Black. That's all Dean Winchester could see. He had woken up binded in ropes with his back up next to a pole. A blind fold was across his eyes and gag over his mouth. He had a very nasty gash on his head that hurt like hell and was bleeding profusely.
Suddenly, both the gag and the blindfold ripped off Dean. At first, very thing was hazy but after a while Dean's eyes finally focused. A form was before him, one that he recognized. Castiel stood before him, though something was off. For one thing, he wasn't wearing the trademark trench coat. He was wearing a bowtie and a nice jacket. It looked good on Cas. But the biggest difference was the wings. Castiel's wings were large and spread out fully, twice as large as the man that was standing there. At first, Dean thought they were black but when Castiel moved and the light shifted, he could see more colors hidden behind the ebony feathers. Pinks, reds, greens, blues, the whole color wheel spread out underneath the feathers. Dean was mesmerized by the beautiful things that sprouted from his friend's back. He shook his head. Snap out of it! Dean thought. He started to speak but the being cut him off.
"I'm not who you think I am. I am not your 'beloved.' "
"What the hell are you talking about, man? And why am I tied up?"
"This form. Who you see. I am not who you think I am. I am merely a fairy."
"A fairy? Like flying, naked lady fairy?"
"Well, not exactly. Distant cousin."
There was a long pause that hung in the room. The fairy didn't have the whole personal space issue, or the staring contest thing that Castiel normally does. It was weirding Dean out. He was so used to Cas's quirks, so when it didn't happen, Dean felt uneasy. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, he missed the weirdo quirks.
"I am what you might call a love fairy. I am similar to what you humans call cupids."
"Yeah right. You're a shifter! How else do you explain your-"He cut himself off. He should let the thing finish before admitting any information.
It continued its little speech. "I am a love fairy. The only one in the world." He chuckled a bit, marveling at his own brilliance. "I am not a shape shifter, although I do change form. What I do is help humans along, you see. Lost causes. People that can't see what I see. They can't see what is before them, though it is obvious."
"So are you going to tell me what's with the get up?"
"My form is up to the eyes of the beholder. I change according to what the human before me sees fit. "
Dean gave him a questioning look. The not-angel sighed, as if to say, silly human, very similar to Cas' own signature sigh. "I'll explain it to you the best way I know how. When a human lays eyes on me, they see who they desire most. The ones that they are in love with. Their beloved."
Dean thought for a moment. So why is the fairy turning into Cas? Oh. Dean's eyes widened with shock. Cas? No, it couldn't be Cas… could it?
"So I'm curious," the fairy pulled up a chair and turned it around. He sat down, spread his legs in between the sides of the chair and rested is arms on the top of it. His eyes were concerned and a smug look was spread across his face.
Dean lied through his teeth. "A hot, blonde cheerleader." This, he thought, was better than saying the actual form of the fairy before him. It would only open up a can of worms that he'd rather just avoid altogether.
The being nostrils began to flare. The smug expression fell from his face and turned into one of anger. He got up from his seat and went to face Dean. Crystal blue eyes pierced him so ferociously Dean was forced to look away but the fairy slid a long finger across Dean's face and turned his head to force him to look at him.
"You cannot lie to me. I can feel every lie that rolls off your tongue. Now then, tell me the truth, you little twat, or I shall be forced to beat it out of you."
Dean moved to take the fairy up on it, but something caught his tongue. The truth spilled out his mouth before he could stop it. "It's Castiel. He's an angel of the Lord and my best friend, besides my brother."
Un-Castiel smiled with delight. "There now, that wasn't so bad. Besides, I happen to know that the feelings are reciprocated." With that, the being smiled at Dean and walked out of the room.
Dean felt the hot trail of blood running down his face. He was tired, so tired. He shut his eyes and against his better judgment, he fell asleep. A dream floated across his sub-consciousness, though it was hazy and he couldn't make much out.
Dean awoke with a start. He could hear a familiar voice, deep and gravelly, chanting something. He popped open his eyes and saw the two twins, one in a trench coat and one in a bow tie. Bow tie Castiel charged, as trench coat Cas uttered the last word of the banishing spell. Bowtie Castiel disappeared with a flash and normal, familiar Cas turned to face Dean. He looked down at Dean with wide, concerned eyes, but something else lingered there. There was fear, anxiety, and something that looked almost like affection. He walked over and untied Dean gently.
"Hello Dean."
The angel placed two fingers on Dean's forehead and everything faded back to where it had started: black.