Fandom Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s) Castiel, Dean; friendship/pre-slash
Genre Deleted scene/Drama/Friendship/Pre-slash
Rating PG-13
Word Count 457
Disclaimer Supernatural c. Kripke, WB, CW
Summary An elongation of the final scene in "My Bloody Valentine"
Warning(s) Language, SPOILERS predominately for "My Blood Valentine," but if you haven't watched "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid" yet, maybe you should put this fic off until you've watched that too just in case.
Notes This came about because I was talking to Tracy on the LJ about the implications of the final scene in "My Bloody Valentine."
Crumble Will
Dean stared up at the sky asking for things he was uncertain how he would receive. The clouds gathered and rumbled, seeming to pulse towards him as the wind caressed his body. It was a biter apology that left Dean's mouth tasting of the local glacial till. Sam was turning into that monster again, Castiel was turning horribly mortal with every minute, and Dean was losing control of the situation if he even had control over it at some point to begin with.
"I…" He needed help. He needed something. He could not do this by himself. If coming back from hell meant that he would be unaffected by these four horsemen, he was alone in humanity. Dean's shoulders sagged. He knew what he should say to this cloud. He could hope to remain in control, harboring Michael like a tumor, but he was not that naive or stupid. "I…"
"No."
Dean looked over his shoulder watching Castiel seem to be near the house at one moment and near his side at the next. The falling angel stepped into Dean's bubble and then thought better of it and took one stop back. His blue eyes did not leave Dean's face, his jaw line set. "No, Dean."
"Cas…" Dean looked away and then back at him. It had been so easy to shout his concerns at the cloud formation over head, but faced with another human, Dean was retreating from the words. He took a breath and tried to reign in his emotions, his concerns, his wishes.
"You're not alone," Castiel stated. He remained where he stood, intent on invading Dean's bubble but remaining on the outside as per repeated request. "I know tonight was hard –"
"'Hard?'" Dean shifted his weight and stared at Castiel. "'Hard?' Everyone's gorging themselves on fuck knows what and I could do nothing!" He took a deep breath. "Three other of those bastards and it's going to be the same shit." Dean shook his head. "How many times do I have to lock Sam up? I can't leave him in that room, Cas." Dean turned to walk away back to the house.
Castiel reached out and grabbed Dean's wrist. Dean stopped and held his gaze.
"When I leave next time, I want to return to you as you," Castiel stated. "You are not alone."
Dean glanced at the hand on his wrist and Castiel removed it as fast as the hand had reached for Dean.
"I'll keep that in mind," Dean replied, noncommittal, and retreated into the house.
Castiel watched Dean and then averted his eye up to the cloud hovering ahead. "He won't say yes." Castiel kept his eyes on the cloud for a long moment and then returned to the house.
The End