Hey! New Story! Exciting!Don't really know what to say... so, enjoy it!
Note: In this fic Destiel is an established relationship
(Rating will change to M in later chapters)
The Mark of a New Era
"No. No no no. Shit. CAS! Listen to me you son of a bitch! Get your feathery ass over here right fucking now. Dammit!"
Dean paced back and forth, only stopping to turn around and send a stack of papers and notes scattering across the floor. It had been hours since the first angels had started to fall, and Dean still hadn't heard a word back from him.
Stupid Stupid Stupid. What if he went and got himself fucking killed?
Dean was stuck in the bunker, waiting for Sam to get back. When the angels had started falling Sam didn't even have to say a word, he just manhandled the catatonic Dean into the passenger seat and drove them back wordlessly. Even in the shape he was in; he still had more presence of mind than Dean. It was a testament to how out of it Dean was when he couldn't even find it in him to protest when Sam had taken the keys from his pocket.
Only when they pulled up to the bunker was Dean able to get out of the car and shakily make it inside without face-planting. He felt sick, and his head was starting to be filled with a shrill ringing noise, one of which sent his blood pounding in his ears.
When Sam came into the room two minute later, the first thing he heard was pained wretching coming from the kitchen. Sam ran to the source of the noise and found Dean hunched over the trash can, dry heaving and covered in a cold sweat.
"Hey Hey, Dean. Dean look at me!" Sam rushed over to Dean and knelt next to him, taking his brother's face in his hands. Sam waited until Dean's eyes slowly focused on his face.
Shock had clearly settled into panic already, and Sam had to say something fast before it escalated too quickly.
"Dean, look. Man listen to me, Cas is going to be ok. Dean! I said he's going to be ok. You just gotta believe me, man. Look- you stay here, see if he finds his way back. I'm going to go out and look for him. We'll find him, ok? Nothing bad's gonna happen. He's tough, remember? Tougher then both of us. We're going to get through this. You gotta focus, man. Get up. I need you here with me , Cas needs you here with me. I can't go 'till I know you're not gonna pass out on the floor."
Slowly, color started to return to Dean's features and he squared his jaw. Giving a small nod, Sam helped Dean to his feet and led him over to a chair. When Dean was seated, Sam went over to the fridge and pulled out the sole water bottle that hadn't seen daylight in weeks. Sighing, Sam ran his hand over his face and handed the bottle out to Dean.
"Couldn't have killed you to grab me a beer?" Dean muttered as he clutched weakly at the bottle. He twisted the cap off and in two hard drags, tossed his head back and downed the bottle. Taking that as a sign that Dean was starting to return to himself, he headed over to the door and threw on his jacket.
"Dean."
From across the room, Dean looked up.
"He's going to be fineā¦ok? Cas is going to come back."
Dean just supplied a shaky nod before looking away, clearly trying to school his facial expression and not show any further emotion in front of his brother.
Sighing, Sam closed the door. He really needed to find his brothers angel, and fast.
So ya! Chapter 1! Really short I know, but please tell me what you think? Um- I'm going to try to have the next chapter up by tomorrow or the day after- so stay tuned! Review Please!
~Magnolia
