Der Hölle Rache

After Dean died on a hunt, killed by a skin walker, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel and Bobby tried to rescue him.

As Cas grabbed him, unconscious, and dragged him out of the pit he didn't notice Dean's eyes, once green like the forest, had been replaced by coal-black holes. Dean, thrown over Cas shoulder, started smirking. They had brought him out and now there was no stopping for him. He would make them feel comfortable, safe and thinking of him as old Dean. How could they know he changed? They saw him on the rag, felt his soul trembling and killed minor demons that pretended to torture him. Yes, he had grown strong down there, even more mighty than Crowley or Alistair, after he let go of his morals and the memories bound to being a human.

He could feel Cas grace waving beneath him. He could smell oil and Cas scent, he could hear Gabriel making a pervert joke then Sam and Bobby sighing. He heard keys rattling and then he found himself on a warm bed. "You stay here boys and watch over him, Gabriel and I are putting up some defense", he heard Bobby say. Now it was Gabriel's turn to sigh, he turned towards Castiel "You know, bro, I have a private life as well and actually I tracked down Kali and you know…". "Then leave, I assure you that Bobby can handle it on his own", Sam's face was extra bitchy and Bobby rolled his eyes, "thanks and all". Wings flapping. Talking between Sam and Cas. The night went down and Sam went to sleep after calling Bobby who was already in his own room. Dean knew Cas being Cas would watch him sleeping. What inconvenience. But he wouldn't rush things. He had all time of the world.

Having Dean back was a relief and seeing him on the bed made Castiel feel happy and content. It would take time for him to recover, but he would be alright. He watched over Dean, smiling and turning around in his sleep. Castiels worries had been big after all Dean had experienced, he had been down there before but after all it is Hell. Before he had healed him his body had been a wreck. He stepped closer. Yes, this was his human, the Dean he had missed so bad, sun kissed skin, sandy hair, bow legs and his strong body, the shape of his muscles easy to see under his white t-shirt .But the most he missed his eyes. He fought the urge to wake Dean up just to look him in the eyes. For a reason Cas couldn't understand, every time they locked their gaze Dean blushed, gulped hard and looked everywhere but at Cas. He had missed that and the warm feeling that came with it.

The next morning Sam bought breakfast and they were sitting on the little round table, Laptop running and Cas still staring at Dean. Suddenly they heard coughing from the bed. Cas went up so fast that Sam flinched and Bobby grunted. "Calm down boys", he growled, leaning over Dean. Dean sat up "Slowly you idjit!", his finger running through his hair and then over his face. He looked around confused. Then he smiled bright like the sun, stood up and hugged Sam and then Bobby. "Man, it's good to see you! I wondered when you would come. Felt like I've been down there for ages!". He laughed at this. Sam still looked concerned. "Are you sure that you're okay? I mean you've been down there before, but still..." "Don't worry, Sammy! This time I was prepared and those demons weren't as creative as Alistair. Those bitches couldn't bring me down." "You sound cheerful, Dean", Cas interfered. "Why shouldn't I? Got my ass saved again…" he stepped towards Cas as if he wanted to hug him, but then he stopped and looked up. "Cas…" "Dean, you don't need to thank me" he said before Dean could even start. "Still, Cas, you saved me twice now, even more… I owe you, really". Cas smiled at that and looked him straight in the eyes, tilting his head. He had missed that, so so much. The shivers he felt when he finally met Dean's eyes, this fascinating green, made his heart jump. As always he could read Dean, he could see his thankfulness and relief, the hurt and the pain he seemed to feel, but also love, love for Sam and Bobby and a weird feeling for Castiel which Cas couldn't really describe. He read Dean's thoughts. He asked himself why Cas would care so much and if he deserved to be saved twice now. Castiel felt this warm feeling rise again, pure sympathy and admiration for Dean and his heart started to beat faster. But then it changed. He dug deeper as he wanted to see more, to feel more from Dean. He narrowed his eyes in confusion when all he felt was something cold and unfriendly, but yet incredibly wanting touched his grace. Dean smirked. He turned around leaving a very confused Castiel behind.

"It's good to be back. How about we grab some beers?" Dean punched Sam on the arm friendly "celebrate and stuff?" A few minutes later they sat in the Impala after Dean nearly made out with her, heading towards the next town in search for a bar. Dean made them listen to Metallica singing along with Turn the Page. „Here I am on the road again, there I am up on the stage, there I go playin' star again, there I go, turn the page!"