Title: Stain my skin.
Author: darkwolf5
Rating: pg-15
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: All episodes aired to be safe, mainly 5.18
A/N: Coda (??) for 5.18, Err that's all I have to say for once. Feedback is lovely, constructive criticism is always welcome.
Word count: 356
Summary: Cas falls back into Dean's world.
Stain my skin.
When Cas reappeared he literally fell at Dean's feet with a flash of feather and a burst of light, a quick glimpse of his true form. It was in the middle of Bobby's scrap yard and the stars twinkled in the night sky, moon casting an eerie glow on the angel, outlining purple bruises that looked black in the dark; stains on Cas's skin, raw and fresh and painful. Dean's eyes widened at the sight of the angel's battered body, the bottle in his hand dropped to the floor, liquid leaking out and seeping into the ground. The metallic smell of blood reached Dean's nostrils and hung around the angel making the older Winchester shudder at memories of fire and sulphur and a darker place that reeked of blood.
The sigils cut vicious lines in Castiel's chest, still leaking crimson streaks across the almost white canvas of the angel's flesh. Dean was on his knees in seconds bundling the angel into his arms eyes wide with shock. The angels vivid blue eyes fluttered open, glazed with pain and Dean's breath caught in his throat, heart thumping wildly.
"Cas-" The one broken word said it all, every thought of sorry, and every feeling of guilt that tore at Deans insides. The angel looked shocked it was still Dean, but then he smiled weakly lips curving up at the corners , forming the words 'thank you'. A moment of peace fell on the two and for a few small amazing seconds everything seemed lighter, but then Cas groaned in pain trying to curl in on himself, burying his face in Deans chest, slipping back into unconsciousness. Dean knew he didn't deserve Cas's forgiveness or thanks after everything Cas had lost for him, but for one small moment he manages to forget the guilt and just focus on keeping his angel safe and alive.
His angel.
The hunter was on his feet in a matter of seconds, moving as fast as he could with the beautiful broken body hanging limply in his arms, a look of determination etched into his face, green eyes fierce. He wouldn't fail Cas again.
End.
I'm writing another story by the same name, so this might need a new title soon, if I ever bother posting the other one. *Hums thoughtfully*.
This is so short! Oh well. Constructive criticism is welcome, and Feedback is amazing!