Heya guys. This is just some sad idea I had in my head for some reason.
I hate disclaimer, coz I obviously own nothing.
CHAPTER 1
Just so you know, Dean and Cas have no relationship here previously what so ever.
Castiel doesn't know why Dean asks this of him. They were just sitting there, in the motel room, unlike any other time, when Dean said it.
He asked to see his true form.
He knew his face instantly fell, it was something he couldn't control, he couldn't control an emotion this high. Why had Dean asked this of him? The hunter had explained it, and Castiel was trying to hold himself together, trying not to rip at the seams. Dean said that it was fair, that Castiel had seen him at his weakest, and his best, that Castiel knew Dean, and Dean thought that it should be the same for him. But no, Castiel didn't want to, and whilst Dean had been baffling on about his explanation, Castiel had sat next to the bed, on the floor, shaking his head up at an oblivious Dean. He didn't want Dean to see him like this, not anyone. He didn't want anyone to see him before he was fixed.
But, he couldnt stop it. Yes, he wanted to, but his body was already responding, Dean wanted something, and his body wanted to supply. Castiel felt fear.
He started by whispering, a quite little 'no', but that plea became louder and louder, until he was just saying it over and over again, strung together with pleases and bargaining, anything to stop this. But, after a while, he realised, Dean couldn't understand him, not now. He was showing through, and it had already begun, his words coming out in Enochian. He grabbed Deans knee which was near his face, grabbing his attention further while violently shaking his head. After a while, it became tiring, and his shaking was slow. Why had he ever told Dean of his abilities, it seemed like a bad choice now. Tears began to pool in his eyes, and if Castiel ever wanted something, it was for this not to happen. His voice changed suddenly, screaming out in his true form, he didn't have much time left. Then Dean reversed it, he said he didn't want to see him anymore, after seeing his distress, but it really was too late, there was no stopping it now.
Behind him, he heard the door burst open and Sam come storming into the room. Of course, he would have such abilities, hell had effected him thus. But he didn't want him here. Den was bad enough, in fact, Dean was probably worst, he was supposed to be strong for Dean, to fight for him, to save him, not to be saved, not to be a burden. Sam being here just added to the pile of crap.
He lifted his hands to his face, the first bits of his grace slipping through in tears. They pooled in his hands, and the light illuminated his face, and he knew it was coming. He braced himself for the unshielded pain, all of it, and he felt his facade crumble.