Fallen
Chapter One: The Aftermath
The angels were falling from the sky in fireballs of light. Beautiful if you didn't know what was happening. Terrifying if you knew angels were being expelled from Heaven, falling from the sky only to become human. And all of it was his fault.
Castiel's new human form shot all different emotions at all the same time though him, and he didn't know what to do. Pain, sadness, anger—just some of the emotions that swept through him, leaving him confused and tired. He felt sick to his stomach, blood draining from his face and running cold to hot to cold again. His breathing was rough and labored and tears streamed from his face without any effort. His knees were weak and wobbly and Castiel buckled to the ground, head in hands.
"What have I done?"
His siblings were falling and becoming human. He was human. He looked around to see trees and a field, wondering where he was, only to feel empty. Something was missing.
His head was full of blurry memories, and he tried desperately to remember. Metatron had obviously messed with his head, wanting him to create a family with a wife and kids. There was something inside of Castiel that stirred at the thought of family. Something wasn't right with the idea of a wife and kids.
"Cas!" A deep, gruff voice called for him in the recesses of his mind. So familiar, yet he can't place it.
"We're family."
Family. Yes, this man was his family.
"We need you."
This man and others—one other—are his family. They needed him.
"I need you,"
These words echoed in his mind, the familiar voice keeping him grounded. He was needed. Someone needed him. The blur was starting to lift. A face—strong chin, stubble, long eyelashes, sandy brown hair, full lips, and piercing, beautiful green eyes— there was a name…
Dean.
Metatron tried to make him forget Dean. And Sam.
He needed to get to Dean. Dean could help him, if he wasn't angry. Castiel was useless now, why would Dean need him? He was a baby in a trench coat. And all the things he did—how could Dean forgive him? Would Dean even take him in? Castiel felt a horrid sinking feeling in his gut and a burning in his heart at the thought. Human emotions hurt, and he did not miss being human.
"I need you,"
Did the words still ring truth?
He walked clumsily through the brush, fighting any amount of tears that threatened to spill over. He had to be strong, for himself and for Dean. It wasn't after a good ten minutes until he found a road and a small gas station with no one in sight, and walked inside to talk to the lone cashier.
"Excuse me, where am I?"
The young man at the cash register looked at him funny. "Lebanon, Kansas, sir. Just off the main highway,"
He wasn't as far away from Dean as he thought. "Thank you, may I use your phone?"
Castiel dialed the only number he knew by heart.
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Dean watched in horror as the angels were falling. Sam was slipping, and Crowley was fucking human—or at least mostly human—and Cas was nowhere to be seen. Shit, this wasn't good.
First, he has to wonder where along the line he became his father because Jesus Christ what a revelation he had received from Sam tonight. The thought of hurting Sam this much to the point he thought he was being replaced? That he was nothing more than someone to do what he was told and not fail him? Pretty much sums up the view of John Winchester Dean felt he had for him. And now Sam was feeling the same way. Well, if that didn't make Dean feel like shit. But with Sammy by his side, he felt like this was something they could easily overcome, maybe soon if Sam didn't pass out on the spot.
And then there was Cas. What if Castiel was one of those fireballs in the sky? Dammit. He hoped to God (really?) that Cas was alright. That he wasn't burning up in the sky. But if he wasn't, where was he? Did Metatron kill him? If he's still alive, would he be okay? Especially with everything that he'd done—now there may be more guilt on Castiel's shoulders.
"I deserved to die…"
"…I may kill myself,"
Dean was basically panicking now. Panicking, but making an effort to keep calm because he needed to think straight in this fucking shit of a situation. Why did this kind of crap always happen to them? Jesus Christ. Who the fuck decided the Winchesters and everyone they love have to be miserable? It was that fucking mirror shit with Bloody Mary wasn't it? Breaking all the mirrors and their bad luck. Okay, gotta concentrate…
"You should find Cas," Sam rasped, "he's in danger,"
"That's my second thought. Sam, you gotta stay with me. You're first priority here,"
"Dean, I'll be fine. I think. I feel, interesting. Good, even. Just—Crowley—help him. He wants to be forgiven…"
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Sam,"
"Please Dean, while I was curing him—his mental state—fucked up—just…trust me…"
"I trust you, Sammy. You know that,"
"Then please…" Sam trailed off, eyes closing, breathing becoming thin and even.
"I will okay Sam? Sam?" Sam let out a final sigh of relief and went limp, and Dean was starting to let his panic show. "No, no, no, no, Sam! Sammy! Dammit, Sam!"
He was breathing, but he was unconscious, sleeping. Dean sighed to collect himself and put his huge brother to rest in the back seat of the Impala and went inside of the abandoned church.
"Crowley?"
"Dean Winchester? Oh God, what I did to you! What I wanted to do to you! Dean, Dean, please, forgive me, forgive me," Crowley was crying now, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
"My brother wants me to save you," Dean began, though unsure, to release Crowley.
"Really? Oh, bless him. Bless Sam! I knew he was my Marnie,"
"Your—what now? Never mind, just—when I release you, no funny business,"
"Of course not,"
"Are you gonna like, leave or whatever?"
"I don't have anywhere to go, I can barely do anything demonic anymore. The only thing I could probably do is telekinesis,"
Dean gave Crowley a skeptical look. "Okay, how do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't. I mean, I can't prove it to you. You'll just have to trust me,"
Dean groaned and released Crowley completely of his bonds and smudged the devil's trap.
"Thank you so much, Dean,"
"Yeah, yeah, let's go,"
"What?"
"Let's go,"
"You're taking me with you?"
"You gotta thank Sam for that, too. I really don't want you coming with us, but I can't leave you here."
"I really don't deserve—"
"Can it, okay? Save that routine for later. Let's just get outta here,"
Dean was in complete disbelief as he was driving the car with fucking Crowley sitting shotgun and Sam passed out like a tranquillized moose in the backseat. God, was he relieved when they reached the batcave.
"Okay, wait in the damn car and look out for Sam, I gotta explain this shit to Kevin,"
Crowley nodded.
Dean knocked on the bunker door. "Kevin? You there?"
Kevin opened the door. "Dean! There's these lights going off, red dots on the map with sirens and everything. What the hell is going on?"
"Angels, they're falling from Heaven. Apparently, some trials were completed or something. I haven't heard from Cas, yet. Sam almost finished purifying Crowley, but he would've died. I wasn't going to let Sam die. Now he's out cold and Crowley's in the car,"
"Oh my God, this is some deep shit."
"You're telling me,"
"But Crowley? You brought Crowley here? Why would you do that, Dean? He broke my girlfriend's neck and killed my mom!" Kevin yelled.
Dean converted his groan into a sigh. "He's useless! He has nowhere else to go and I promised Sam,"
"Sam wanted to help Crowley?"
"He was making him human again! Sam injected his blood into him. Kevin, just suck it up and you'll see. Crowley will take one look at you and cry his eyes out. Now you and Crowley are gonna help me carry Sam to his bed,"
Kevin huffed and followed Dean back to the car. Just like Dean said, upon seeing Kevin, Crowley began sobbing.
"Kevin! Oh Kevin Tran, poor Kevin Tran! What did I do? Why? Forgive me!"
Kevin gave Crowley a confused look and sighed.
"Crowley, you just gonna sit there or are you gonna help us carry sack of potatoes here?"
The three of them were able to get Sam onto his bed, though through much struggle and Dean's frustrated yelling.
"How long you think he'll be out?" Kevin asked.
"I have no idea, and it kinda scares me," Dean swallowed.
"He shouldn't be comatose for too long,"
"Comatose?"
Kevin nodded. "It's the only plausible answer,"
"So what? His body is healing itself from the trials?"
"Possibly,"
"Shit," Dean turned to Crowley. "Alright, I guess you get a room, too,"
"Really? I could just stay in a locked cell if you have one and find my way in the morning—"
"No way man, not until Sammy wakes up. He told me to help you. You're definitely self-destructive right now. I mean, no snarky comments? Come on, man. You gotta get back in the groove,"
Crowley nodded and followed Dean. "I don't want to be the King of Hell, not that I can be anymore,"
Dean snorted, "Yeah, I'll bet. Here, this is your room,"
"Thank you, Dean."
"God, I'm like some sort of supernatural caretaker now. You're gonna need clothes and we're gonna need to buy more food—I'm fucking super nanny."
"If it makes you feel better, I'm forever grateful and would gladly go on milk runs,"
Dean's phone rings. Only one person could possibly be calling right now. He takes it out of his pocket quickly, nearly dropping it, and answers with a worried tone. "Cas?"
"Hello Dean,"
Castiel's voice is weak and plagued with fatigue, but Dean is relieved that he is alright. Or at least, alive. He was not losing Cas again. "Are you okay?"
"I'm—human,"
"Where are you?"
"A gas station in Lebanon, Kansas off the main highway,"
"Okay, stay there, I'm not too far. I'm coming to get you,"
"Dean, you don't have to—"
"Of course I do! I ain't leaving you, not this time. I'm not losing you again,"
Castiel sighed, "Alright,"
"See ya in a bit," Dean hung up. "Okay, I'll be back. No funny business you two. Kevin, get Crowley some pajamas from Sam's clothes and keep an eye on him. Crowley, don't mess with anything and try not to test out any remaining demonic powers. I shouldn't be too long, but call me if anything happens with Sam,"
"Okay," Kevin groaned.
"Yes mother," Crowley smirked. His demeanor completely changed somehow. Dean figured it was the remaining demon in him. He was still sassy, that's for sure.
Dean rolled his eyes. He was actually sounding like a parent and it gave him the creeps.
After Dean left, Crowley turned to Kevin. "I truly am sorry,"
"Yeah, will sorry bring my girlfriend back? Or my mom?" Kevin went into Sam's drawers and looked for some clothes.
"Your mom isn't dead, Kevin,"
"What? Then why did you—"
"I was evil, Kevin. I was trying to manipulate you,"
"Where is she?"
"Where she's always been,"
Kevin sighed in relief and gave Crowley the clothes. "Thanks, then,"
So tell me what you think! This is the first Supernatural fic that I plan to make pretty long. I tend to write in the style of the show. I like to write the interactions between the characters, so there's a lot of dialogue. I'm especially excited with Crowley, it's going to get funny and interesting ;)
~rockleah
(Note: This is going to be Destiel with eventual Sabriel)