Notice: This is a gathering of Oneshots about Castiel and Dean. They do not depend on eachother and is meant to be read individually.
Title: Winning
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Summary: Dean stops running, ready to face Castiel atleast. Or is he?
Warning: Spoilers for 6.22. Rating for language.
The twilight air is cold, seeping through his jacket and his shirt and his skin and his goddamn soul. So cold that Dean knows it isn't natural. It isn't winter. The earth shouldn't be glittering with frost and the air shouldn't be blurred with icicles, burning his throat at every breath.
But it is.
Dean raises his eyes, just barely, to note that he isn't alone anymore. He didn't expect to be. The Creature stands at a safe range. Safe, at least, if it had been any other monster. Safe if the thing in front of him couldn't just snap it's fingers and turn him into pulp, with no effort. But Dean doesn't categorize the distance as safe because he can't be harmed. It's safe because from this distance he can't see those eyes. Cold and cruel and heartless and soulless and so goddamn blue and beautiful that Dean know his heart would break if he was able to see them from here.
"You stopped running." The Creature says, voice low, soft, a deep rumble somewhere below all the lack of emotion.
Dean can feel his chest tightening, a slow burning rage building again. He had been sure he could do this. He had mentally prepared, he had even meditated as Sam had suggested. He had told himself a million times that this was just another bug that needed to be squashed. He had been so wrong, so fucking wrong.
"This needs to end, Castiel." Dean forces himself to use the full name. This isn't Cas, not their Cas, not his Cas.
The Creature smiles, a screwed little smile, and that moment it isn't hard for Dean to force his head around the fact that this isn't Cas. Cas would never smile like that.
"You think you can stop me, Dean? You think you have a chance – against God?" The Creature starts to move, not closer, but circling Dean.
Dean doesn't turn to follow The Creature with his eyes as it moves around him. When it disappear behind Dean's back he stands his ground, and it soon reappear to his other side, moving slowly, eyebrows raised in amusement.
Dean dosn't mean to act unafraid, dosn't mean for the gesture of not turning to be taunting and indifferent. He just know that it dosn't matter if he looks at The Creature. This isn't something you need to keep your eyes glued to like other monsters. Because it's not just in the shape of Castiel, of Jimmy. It's in the slowly falling snow, it's in the wind, whipping Dean's face, playing with his jacket, and it's in the shadows that sneak up around them. This Creature is everywhere, so it dosn't matter where Dean looks.
So he chooses not to look at Castiel's form, smaller without the trench coat, just the slick black suit, black shirt, black tie.
"You made so many rules for yourself, Dean. What's good and what's evil. What to feel and how to act. You fought so hard for free will, and yet you never used yours. You never left your path, not once." The Creature stops circling, closer now after a few laps. Dean can see the eyes, boring into his and swallows.
"Just because you can do what ever you want..." Dean starts, echoing a past conversation they have both almost forgotten.
"I know, I know." The Creature says in Castiel's deep, overbearing voice, but there is a bitter after burn to it. "Another one of your rules."
And at that, Dean feel the wind picking up, feel the shadows pressing closer, almost drowning him. But he stands his ground, still. A gust of wind rush over his face, actually leaving a gash on his cheek, blood tickling from the wound. Dean's eyes widen.
Suddenly he is back to that day, years ago when he had stared into Lucifer's eyes – Sam's eyes turned cold and hard. He is standing in that graveyard, with nothing to save him, nothing left, barely even a slither of hope, because really, how could this ever have a happily ever after. And Lucifer – Sam – lashes out and beats Dean, with so little effort , into a bloody mess.
Another sharp pain brings Dean back, another gust of wind lashing out and cutting through his skin. Castiel's eyes are shining now, no longer cold, but burning, full of rage.
"How could you do this to me, Dean?" Castiel suddenly asks, his voice is close, everywhere, in the wind, rumbling in Dean's head, and the words are dripping with blame and pain. "How could you push me away, betray me and turn me into this?"
And Dean is confused. Of all the things he though Castiel would throw in his face, this wasn't one of them.
"How could I? How could... Cas, "And Dean uses the name, the forbidden name, and he can't keep the begging tone out of his voice. "You went down this path, you chose this."
Another sharp gust of wind, another cut into the soft skin, his throat this time. Deeper.
"Because I wanted to save you Dean. All I ever wanted, all I was ever meant to do, was to save you. I sacrificed everything I was, gave up everything for you. And when I begged, you wouldn't stand by my side!" Castiel's voice is fierce, his eyes hard and brutal.
"I couldn't!" Dean burst out, stepping closer to Castiel as another cut is lashed into his face. "You were wrong. You were wrong, you stupid son of a bitch! You picked the easy way out like a goddamn coward!" And then Dean is looking into Castiel's eyes, two oceans of blue pain, so close. "We were your friends. We were your family. We would have done anything you asked, but you never asked a god damn thing. You just up and left. Left me. And I'm sorry Cas, that we didn't meet your standards, I'm sorry that being human was so terrible for you that you had to drink you god damn brains out."
Dean looks at The Creature, wonders if Castiel knows and remembers that glimpse of the future. Dean sure as hell does. And he continues his ranting, even if he isn't sure any of it is reaching into The Creature, into the little shimmer of Cas, he is sure is still inthere.
"I'm sorry that I didn't teach you what human love is and how fucking far it can stretch! Then you might have known that both Sam and I were willing to die for you, willing to lay down everything for you, because that's what family does. " Dean takes the last step, the one that brings him so close to The Creature, that he can feel the slow pulsing aura of power that surrounds Castiel's body. His voice is low and gruff when he continues. "But you cannot blame us for this, Cas. You cannot blame us for your choices. Free will is a bitch. It's brutal and unforgiving and it fucks you up if it gets the chance. But you can't blame others for what you chose to do with it."
The wind has picked up again, a full blown tornado rages around them, swirling the world into a blurry mess, the two of them standing inches apart in the eye of it all.
Castiel, The Creature, is flaring eyes, radiating power and clenched fists, but Dean doesn't care. Because somewhere in there is Cas. Cas scared of a prostitute named Chastity. Cas yelling Dean's name in a Diner, afraid that Dean is hurt. Cas leaning against a car, bleeding, so weak and broken that he can't stand on his feet. Cas slamming him into a wall, angry that Dean is willing to give up and give in. Cas smiling, a confused but genuine smile, looking into Dean's eyes. And if there is anything in the world worth saving now, it's that Cas.
So Dean cover the distance and pull Castiel into him in a tight, warm hug. And Dean knows he might be killed for this. He knows that The Creature can snap it's fingers anytime it decides that Dean is out of line. But Dean dosn't care. Because if there is anything he would die for it's his family.
As a light starts to steam out of The Creature and the storm escalates around them, Dean just hold on tighter. He rests his chin gently on Castiel's shoulder and tries to keep the tremble out of his voice, as he press his lips to Castiel's ear and whisper that he loves him. And then the storm is earsplitting and the light is blinding and the night explodes.
A/N: English is my second language and I don't have a beta. As a consequence some grammar mistakes and misspelling will occure.
Omg I'm so mean I'm not ganna say how it all ends. You can chose the ending you want.
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