Bonds Are Meant to Be Stretched, Feelings, like Hurt and Joy, Are Meant to Be Shared
Pairing: Established Destiel.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama.
Beta: Littleaprilroses.
Warnings: Blood, gore, spoilers for season 8, violence, pouty mouths and explicit sex scenes.
Summary: All Dean wanted to do was to get out of the bunker, to do something. Sam, getting weaker from the Trials, just wants to punch something and keep his brother from doing the "sacrifice for the greater good" spiel. So when a possible monster attack happens a few miles away on an unsuspecting town they jump at the chance to escape their own problems. Dean just saw it as a good chance to get out and kick some supernatural ass and vent a little steam. What he didn't count on was Cas wanting to tag along. He especially didn't expect the unfortunate aftermath of a hunt gone wrong. Will their profound bond be strong enough to hold them together or will it break?
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Reality, Philip K. Dick had once said, is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
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A sobering fog of helplessness circled through the bunker against the contrasting bright lights. Three exhausted people lived within.
Sam and Dean sat across from one another, researching silently while Kevin rested soundly for the first time in months upstairs.
Dean was on the laptop; his jacket had been tossed on the chair next to him. He was loudly typing away at the laptop in an effort to find more research. So far it hasn't done him much good.
Sam was in a similar mood, brooding his way through the research. He sighed loudly as he turned page after page of a thick, dusty manuscript in an attempt to find more information on the Third Trial.
Seriously though, Sam thought to himself. How exactly does someone go about curing a demon?
Frustration finally claimed Dean when he realized that his research was going nowhere fast. Running a hand through his short hair he thumped his hand on the table in anger.
Looking up from the manuscript, Sam glared in annoyance at Dean. Shooting an equally as annoyed look back at Sam, Dean scoffed to himself.
So much for the good old days when information they were looking for was actually written down.
For Dean, this was much more than closing the gates of Hell. This was about fixing his family and friends.
Kevin would finally, for the first time in over a year, feel safe and maybe get back to being a normal kid.
Sam would start to get better from the damage the Trial's have inflicted on him so far and then hopefully return to being Dean's little brother.
Finally, Cas would be with him and Dean would make sure he was safe, dammit.
Dean wanted the weakened angel to have one less type of monster out for his head. Not to mention he wouldn't need to deal with demons like as Crowley or Abbadon anymore.
His thoughts started to turn back to simpler times when his life was just about saving people, hunting things, the family business.
The monsters they fought regularly now left all the other ones in the dust.
It pissed Dean off that there was so much injustice in this world. That no matter what everything and everyone seemed to have a score to settle with him and Sam. That every fixed plan of theirs ended up destroyed.
Dean's thoughts then turned back to Sammy and his pain and suffering at the hands of Lucifer and the angel dick brigade. Then, to top it all off, he now had to worry about the Trials that were clearly taking a toll on his body and soul.
To Kevin, who lost his mom and is now stuck hiding in a bunker with their sorry asses until who knows when.
To Cas, who in his decision to side with him and Sam was rejected by his own family and Father.
Why? Why do they always need to be stretched to their limits? Why couldn't God just pop in and pull an executive maneuver to right this world that has gone so wrong?
Dean would be a lot happier if Cas was here. Cas made him feel more at peace, more solid, when he was around.
Like Dean always had someone to fall back on because he knew he could trust the angel to catch him.
Dean had grown to love Cas just as much as he loved Sam, but in a decidedly different way. Much to his chagrin though the angel had stopped visiting as often as Dean would like recently.
The angel has been working with Metatron on some sort of special project. In his opinion, Metatron has given off bad vibes from the beginning.
Not that Dean isn't thankful for him saving Kevin but still.
Deep within his own sad musings he didn't notice or hear the flutter of feathers that heralded his lover's arrival, which was a first for the normally alert hunter.
Clad in his traditional trench coat and suit, Cas' face was neutral as usual when he gently deposited his plunder from the to a convenience store.
Even though the noise hadn't brought him back, the rebellious rumblings of his stomach made Dean snap out of his thoughts.
He turned his head in time to watch Cas pull out a chair and sit next to him, a bit closer than one would expect of course.
The noisy sound of Sam munching on the newly discovered convenience store food floated through the air around them.
Sam gestured towards the food."Thanks for the food Cas."
"You are welcome, Sam." Cas replied quietly without missing a beat. His eyes focused on Dean, filled with a silent longing.
Dean knowingly stared right back. He tried small talk. "Hey Cas, where've you been buddy?"
Castiel grabbed one of the numerous bags and reached in. Dean felt a small smile creep onto his face when Cas' hands now yielded a cherry pie.
He held it out for Dean to take, holding it with both hands as though he was making an offering to Dean.
"I'm sorry for being away for so long. I hope this helps." Castiel shifted awkwardly. "I was informed by Charlie that this would be a helpful thing to do."
Dean wasn't sure what to think of it, but he knew that he would have to check in and see what Charlie has been teaching Cas.
Despite his better judgment, he felt compelled to forgive Cas. On one hand, the angel's blue eyes were full of apologies and sorrow but on the other he was still pissed off at him for running off with the angel tablet and not trusting Dean.
For him to trust Cas again would be a huge leap of faith, but it would also bring him so much relief to be on good terms with the angel again.
"Thanks Cas." He said, smiling a bit and taking the pie. Cas's eyes visibly brightened, a happy demeanor overcoming him paired with gentle smile.
Dean sat the pie back on the table in front of him and grabbed a plastic plate and fork. Flipping the lid off he scooped some out onto the plate before he began to stuff himself with gusto.
Just finishing his own meal Sam grabbed a napkin and wiped his face.
"Hey, I'm gonna go and take some of this up to Kevin, alright?" He looked up, grabbing some of the food quickly and tucking it into his arm. It was pretty clear to Sam that he should leave the hunter and angel alone for a while.
"Sure." Dean replied with disinterest, only stopping his pie feast when he felt the weight of someone's stare on him.
He looked up only to see Cas was still staring at him, the glib smile still lighting up his normally somber, expressionless face.
As soon as Sam left Dean spoke carefully. "Hey Cas, if you needed help with something you'd tell me right? You'd tell me if something's wrong?" A slightly desperate tone entered his voice and Dean couldn't help but reach over and rest a reassuring hand on the angel's shoulder.
Cas briefly looked downwards before looking up to meet Dean's eyes.
"Yes, of course Dean." He said with such certainty that Dean felt he could actually trust him. As much as he hated chick flick moments this was one time that he could take for the team.
He got up and scooted his chair closer to Cas. When the chairs were close enough he sat back down and pulled Cas into a tight bear hug.
"Cas I don't know what I would do without you anymore. I once said you were family and I meant it. Sammy and you, you guys are my life. I hope you realize that I love you… Maybe even more than just family."
Dean felt a sensation of nervousness fill him, moving around his stomach like butterflies. He just wanted things to go back to being normal between him and Cas, but he also wanted so much more.
Cas, stood still in the hug for a long moment as if he were contemplating it. Finally, he slowly and methodically brought his own arms up and around Dean's waist tightly, holding him close.
"C'mon, let's go to bed Cas." Dean mumbled, pulling the angel up along with him. He ignored the remaining food on the table in favor of aggressively kissing Cas up and down his neck and chest as they walked.
They both stumbled up spiral wooden stairs and down the long hallway full of many different. They snuck carefully pass unknowing Kevin and Sam as the two ate alone in their respective rooms.
Finally at the far end of the hallway a door bearing the names Cas & Dean appeared. They try not to slam the door shut to loud but they don't exactly make an effort to be quiet about it either..
Away from any possibly prying eyes they unleashed the rest of their pent up lust for one another.
Dean is always taken aback, at the fury of Cas' want. The angel leaves no room for doubt or hesitation when he pushes Dean onto the bed and tears off his clothing.
The hunter doesn't resist this in the least, instead reveling in Cas' possessive nature. It makes him feel loved, owned, wanted.
He assists Cas as they go, raising his arms here and there, moving a limb or two to adjust.
Halfway to blessed buck nakedness, Dean returned Castiel's enthusiasm. Yanking at his coat he made quick work of pulling his trench coat off and flinging it across the room.
He followed this by pulling off Cas' tie, suit jacket and shirt quickly, buttons almost tearing off because of his over excitement.
The only piece of clothing that remained between them was their pants.
Cas paused, sending the hunter a soft smile as he patiently waited for Dean's consent.
He always did this no matter how much Dean obviously wanted it. Cas knew that because of Dean's issues with Zachariah and Michael consent was important to him.
Dean simply nodded eagerly and they back on track as though there hadn't been any pause.
Their belts, pants and underwear came off one by one until both were both fully exposed to the elements.
Relaxing into Dean's arms Castiel uttered words of comfort and peace into his ear.
"I love you Dean."
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