AN: No,I am not behind in seasons at all...I just like rewatching seasons :) I hope you enjoy :) (Sorry...people think I'm behind in seasons.)
"Sammy! Get your ass over here Sammy!" I shouted across the room, not knowing exactly where he was in the middle of the fight, but I was being pinned to a wall by a crazed vampire witch hybrid whatever and I was barely holding her off. "SAMMY!"
"Kind of busy, Dean!" I heard him say from somewhere in the mansion and I heard a crash like a table coming apart from weight suddenly being put on it.
"Where the hell is Cas!"
"How am I supposed...to know." The break in his sentence told me he just pushed another one off or killed another one. "It was your idea to go check out an abandoned mansion that HAD LIGHTS ON!"
"I'm not fucking perfect, Okay!? Now get this...thing off me!"
I heard him rush down some stairs likely skipping two at a time with his long legs, and he finally pulled her off me and shot her in the head as well as decapitate. "Do me a favor, Dean...No more ideas for a while."
"You know I can't promise that." I huffed out all the air I was hokding and I breathed in some much needed oxygen from how strongly that bitch was holding me against the wall. I heard the familiar sound of flapping wings behind me as well as my patience snapping in my mind.
"Dean...are you alright?" I heard Cas from behind and he looked around as I had turned around to give him an annoyed look. "It seems I've come a bit late..."
"Yeah...just a bit late...Where the hell were you man?"
"I was searching for more weapons to get rid of Lucifer...It's hard to do by myself...my brothers and sisters won't help me any longer."
"Oh...well, thanks for the heads up! Did you find anything?"
"A few things, but they can wait. For now, it looks like the two of you need a shower and new clothes." Before I knew it I was back in my hotel room and Castiel was taking his hand off my shoulder. I opened the door that joined my room to Sammy's, and I saw that he was in his. "What exactly were you facing...it looked strange."
"Some teenage witch's idea of a cruel joke, and she got followers for it too..." Sam began to answer. "...She was friends with a vampire and she asked him to turn her...so he did, she fed, and became a strong witch with a different appetite. Other witches saw how her power grew and they followed suit."
"I wasn't aware of such a thing..."
"Yeah, well no one is aware of anything until a something happens, right Sammy?" I asked, because I told Sam basically the same thing and he told me what I just said.
"Right..." He rose an eyebrow at me and walked into my room with a confused look. "Dean, are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Your awfully relaxed for a guy who was screaming for my help..."
"And you helped and so did Cas, and now we're here...and now I'm hungry."
"Did the witch say anything to you?" Cas asked me with the same expression Sammy was wearing.
"Like what?"
"What do you mean like what!? Dean, focus...did she cast a spell on you?" Sam asked me, and he seemed to be genuinely worried.
I tried to focus on anything she might've said, but the only thing I can rememberr was her smiling at me and she whispered something in my ear right after I asked for Sammy to come down again...then she smiled again just before she was killed...but I don't remember what was said. "I...I can't honestly tell you...it seems like she may have said something as you were coming down the stairs but I don't know what it was...I think the spell made me forget."
"Sam, do you happen to remember anything?" I heard Cas ask while I will was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I know she said something but I have no idea what it was. It's like I'm supposed to know, but at the same time not.
"Only that she continued to give Dean a weird grin and..."
"You remember something Sam?" Cas questioned, and frankly I'm all ears at this point because he doesn't normally trail off like that.
"Well...if she were a witch and she casted a spell on Dean...shouldn't it have ended immediately when I killed her?"
"In theory yes..."
I noticed Cas had furrowed his brows as if he was in deep thought and I looked to the corner of my eye and saw that Sammy saw it too. "Cas...what are ya thinking there?" I finally asked.
"Well...in theory yes...any spell that was cast by any witch should end as soon as they die but...Perhaps if it was a spell given to her by a different witch...and all she had to do was activate it...then perhaps it still holds an effect until that witch is dealt with. She could've placed a rune marking, a hex bag, or even something into your body with how close she was to you."
"Right...thanks Cas, now I feel loads better!" I threw my arms up in the air and walked towards my duffle bag to pick out some clean clothes. Cas was right, these are filthy and I don't want to smell like witchpire for very long.
"I think you should have Cas take a look." I heard Sam say from behind me. "Besides, you put me through Hell with your stupid idea, so I'm getting the first shower." I watched with an irritated face as he walked into the bathroom with his clean clothes. It wasn't that we didn't both have bathrooms of our own, but his hot water didn't work.
"Dean..." Cas looked at me as if to say 'Get on with it.' I rolled my eyes and took my jacket off, and then my shirt. "You didn't tell me about these injuries..."
"I must've forgotten." I scoffed out.
"Dean, I know you. I saw your soul...You don't forget anything...apart from the most recent events but before then...you don't forget anything."
The mentioning of him seeing my soul got my attention as he was carefully looking for stuff in my jacket or markings on my shirt first. "So uh...What all did you see in my soul?" I don't know why I wanted to know, but he never mentioned it until now so I got curious.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you just said that you saw into my soul and you say that I don't forget things, so...what else did your angel peepers peep in on when you dragged me out of Hell?"
"I saw the kind of person you really are."
For some reason that made an unwelcome chill rise up my spine. "Like what?" I asked as the chill became increasingly uncomfortable.
"Like..." Cas looked up as if he couldn't pin point it, and this was a new side I hadn't seen. It was like he was having to pick one. "...Well, I saw a lot of things...Your resolve, your kindness, your fears, your love, your likes and dislikes, Your heartache, your pain, Your resentment, your questions that stay in the back of your mind, your memories...the good and the bad, and...your tone...the way you speak when you talk about something specific."
I was almost speechless, partly because he had seen all of that and still bothered to speak to me anyway, and the other part was the fact he saw any of that at all, but the last one had me a bit confused. "You're going to have explain the last one for me."
"Alright..." He said as he came over to me. "...Dean, I'm gonna need you to drop your pants."
"AND WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH TELLING ME ABOUT THE LAST PART!?"
I watched as Cas sighed and rolled his eyes, which was another thing that was slightly new. He would get irritated, but I don't think I saw his eyes roll before. "I'm still checking for anything the witch might've done." He held his hands out and I closed my mouth, and I could swear my ears went red as I realized how I reacted. I pulled my pants off and gave them to him, leaving me in a cold room in just my boxers in front of my best friend. "And to answer your questions, things like that. What you just did...if a male asks you to drop your pants or get undressed you become apprehensive, but if it were a woman, you wouldn't hesitate if you thought it would end well for you. If someone is attacking Sam or threating him, you speak as if you are the most powerful being to ever walk the earth, you speak as if you are his guardian and protector and in most ways you are but it goes slightly beyond that. When you speak to me, you speak as if I am your equal and I have not seen you speak to anyone else like that, but if I were to sacrifice myself you would be as protective over me as you are for Sam. When you talk about your latest...woman you picked up...you either talk as if you are still giddy and drunk or as if it were something filled with regret, and I have to admit I find a bit of joy in the regretful sight." I watched in astonishment as he explained but then I had to rub my eyes at his last words because he actually smiled. A full blown smile as if he were about to laugh.
"You smiled." I said stupidly, and I don't know why I didn't bother to fix it, but it was already said, so time to see what happens to the king of stoic expressions when he's been caught smiling.
"I did not. I felt small amounts of joy or humor at the thought, but I can assure you I didn't smile."
"And I can assure you, you did! You also rolled your eyes at me after I yelled at you."
"No, I didn't do that either. Dean, I have spoken and reacted as I usually do."
"Well one of us is lying and it sure as hell ain't me. I know what I saw! Look me in the eyes Cas, and tell me that I'm lying."
I carefully gauged his expressions to see if he would do anything out of ordinary by Cas standards and he did. He carefully put down my pants and looked up to the ceiling and walked over to me but I decides not to mention it. He looked me in the eyes and his widened. "Y-Your eyes..."
Forget about interesting sights and out of the norm, this was almost frightening, and I've fought demons. "Cas, did you just stutter?" I asked with wide eyes of my own.
"I did...Your eyes shifted to the color of my...but that's impossible..."
"The color of your what? That's awfully cryptic."
"Dean sit on the bed please."
"No, not until you tell me..." Before I could finish, he toppled me onto the bed and gave an iirritated look.
"Turn over."
"WHAT THE HELL CAS!?" I Heard Sammy shout as he was coming out of the bathroom. I looked over and he was dressed in his clean clothes even though his hair was still wet. I looked back at Cas and realized he was on top of me with both legs on each side of me, holding me down, and then I quickly realized that the first thing Sammy likely heard was him saying 'Turn over.'
"Sam it's not what it looks like." I waved my hands at him despite there being tight hands gripped around my arms.
"Oh really..."
"Sam, I'm trying to look at Dean's back...he wouldn't sit on the bed for me to look so I pushed him down and now he won't turn over...I don't know what you think it looks like, but if it's your brother being stubborn then it is exactly what it looks like."
"Nope, pretty sure Dean knew what I was shouting about...well, I'm just gonna go to my room, I thought you were attacking him for no reason, bye!"
Once the door shut I looked back up at Cas and he glared at me. "Turn over." He repeated and this time I did as he asked, meanwhile feeling very freaked out and concerned for Cas. He didn't usually act this way. "There are rune markings on your shoulder blades as well as behind your ears and neck." He crawled off me and sat on the bed giving a heavy sigh that sounded like a mixture of irritation and frustration.
"Well, how did you not notice it when I was completely shirtless?"
"Because it wasn't visible to me. I forced it to be visible. They are all different but I believe one of them is allowing you to see the emotions I hold inside. Such as the smile you said you saw. Which means that if I feel any kind of emotion...only you and my brothers and sisters will be able to tell my emotions. It's powerful magic...angel magic. Which would now further explain why a spell didn't end when she was killed, it was probably used by an angelic item and activated by a witch."
"Wait...So...I see what you're feeling?"
"Essentially yes...You have three other runes, the one behind your left ear allows you to see my emotions, and there is one on the back of your neck...and two similar ones on your shoulder blades."
"Wait...so what does that mean?" I asked as I moved to sit up, and thankfully Cas moved as well.
"Well, I'm not sure, but I can only guess that it's some sort of spell that will slowly make you allowed to see my true self, which could eventually destroy you."
"Wait how could it destroy me?"
"Do you remember when I simply tried speaking to you when you first rose from your grave?"
I nodded and when he didn't say anything but simply raised his eyebrows at him, that's when I realized that if I start to see all of his angelicness then I may be a crumpled mess. "Well, that's just great...wait...earlier you said my eyes were the same color as something of yours...what was it?"
"My...wings...We need to speak with Sam but we must keep the eye color and my wings a secret for now."
"Huh...you don't usually do secrets..."
"Today I do. Let's go"