Embrace Me with Your Wings
AN: I couldn't resist a multi-chapter Supernatural fic! This shall keep me sane waiting for the next expisode and trying not to go crazy with grief at the last episode. Oh how we feel for Cas! At least Dean was so loyal until then although that boy and that angels needs to both learn how communicate better! Then make up and make me happy.
Synopsis: AU. Every hunter is assigned a guardian but usually fairly late in their lives. However, Dean got his at a very young age, a fact that causes worry and suspicion to flare amongst the other angels. It doesn't help that him and Cas have one of the deepest, most usually attached bonds ever to be seen. And so, the angels try to separate them but perhaps this is something not even angels can restrain mostly since Dean will not stand for it.
He didn't know how the relationships of other hunters and their guardian angels were like; however, at the same time, he didn't care. Him and Cass, they worked and that was all that mattered to him. Or rather, they did.
He had driven all night; fury and self-pity pooled in his stomach. Amanda's words stinging in his minds. He was not a little boy. He had seen shit that would make her heart stop; he has lived through things that she couldn't even comprehend.
Dean's hands tightened on the steering wheel of the stolen car he was driving. His breaking heart was trying desperately to push out the truth, the startling truth of those simple words.
The tires of the car squealed and the frame of the car shook as he sped violently and recklessly around a turn. He could hear the rubble from the road hitting the metal of the car as he skimmed the edge of the pavement, barely able to prevent the car from losing control.
A dangerous thought crossed his mind accompanied by a vague hope.
He jerked the wheel suddenly causing the car to rumble over dirt road. He pressed hard on the accelerator, eyes reflecting the cliff the car sped violently towards.
Suddenly, the car's engine spluttered and died.
He glanced down in momentary confusion before the breaks were slammed on without his feet touching the pedal. His body was lunched forwards as the vehicle came to an abrupt stop.
The door besides him was thrown open and a force pulled him from his seat and throwing his body onto the gravel.
Dean coughed and scrambled across the rubble as dirt swirled around him for a moment. He finally turned his gaze towards the figure standing before him. A glimmer of relief crossed his face. "Cas."
The angel gazed down at his charge, anger flashed across the otherwise blank expression he carried. "What are you doing, Dean?" Castiel glowered over his charge.
The teenage stood, dusting off his jacket and trying to appear nonchalant when his heart was beating violently in his chest. His eyes were lowered when all he wanted to do was gaze endlessly at his angel. "Hi to you too, Cas."
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"Got that, did you?" Dean spat back as he shoved past Castiel and looked on at the sunrise.
As the barest rustles of Cas's trench coat indicated his turning to face the young man, Cas frowned as he looked at his charge. "Dean."
"It's apparently the only damn way I can get you down here these days," Dean whirled around to face the angel, glaring darkly at the other man.
Cas gazed into the frustrated, confused, unsure eyes of the young man. He lowered his eyes in a deep frown. "My superiors—"
"—I don't give a damn," Dean cut him off harshly. He stepped forwards towards his guardian and pressed his forehead against the angel's shoulder. "I need you here with me."
Castiel gave a deep, sad sigh.
How many years had it been since he had been assigned to Dean? Ten, maybe. Most angels don't find their charge until the human becomes a seasoned hunter or earlier when they reach puberty. It was odd and something even his immediate superiors furrowed their brows at.
Then there was the bond. Most angels barely keep their charges alive let alone interact with the humans on a daily basis. However, the pure need to be by Dean's side the first few years had been frightening. It was as though his grace would threaten to implode out of restlessness if it wasn't close to the soul bonded to him.
That feeling had not changed. However, the other angels began to reign him in, fearing what they didn't understand, what they have never in their long, long lives seen.
Cas and Dean were different, unique and that was unacceptable in so many ways. And so, Cas was forced to watch at a distance, listen from the heavens, keep himself from jumping every moment Dean got a tiny scratch on his body.
However, it didn't change how attached his entire being was to his charge. His grace flared without his permission as the familiar soul was practically within touching distance. His vessel trembled from the sheer force of the celestial power ragging beneath human skin. Castiel soundlessly willed it to quiet.
Dean felt his angel tremble slightly and looked up just in time to see and hear the rustling of wings and feathers. He gazed at the familiar scene.
His hands reached out to touch the soft feathers. It had been so long since he seen Cas's wings. From what the angel told him once, angels never showed their wings. It felt like exposing yourself beyond bare; down to their very souls. It was perhaps the most intimate gesture an angel could share and Dean greedily embraced the fact he was the only one in existence to have seen them.
Castiel shuttered again but for a very different reason this time. His blue eyes watched as Dean smoothed down the feathers of his dark wing. The appendage pressed against his hands insistently as the other wing wrapped around his body, pulling the boy towards his own.
Cas leaned down and breathed the human sent and the purity that was Dean's soul. He could almost felt it glowing, beating softly within the human before him. It was so pure, so beautiful. It was perhaps the most beautiful soul Castiel has ever seen.
Suddenly, a pair of familiar lips was over his. Castiel gasped as he felt his grace flare and beam like hot fire in delight. The taste of Dean's soul fueled his essence and melt with his grace. Forcefully, he pushed the boy away from him and frowned.
Dean sagged slightly into Castiel's worried arms. His body suddenly felt weak but cleansed and happy.
"You shouldn't do that," Castiel chided despite the tremble that was evident in his tone. "If you wanted my grace, you merely have to ask."
Dean tried to regain his footing but merely sagged again. He had forgotten how exhausting it was to share his soul's power. He was thankful for the arm that had instinctively wrapped around his body. The young man merely leaned forwards onto the body of the angel before him.
"This way I'll be with you. You won't forget me," It probably sounded as cheesy as can be. However, with Castiel, his rough demeanor seems to always melt away. He blamed it on their bond, that rare, naked bond that allowed his angel all the thoughts, emotions, and dreams he had. Too bad the only way for him to share that ability was to take in Castiel's grace.
It's addicting, the grace. He felt raw and alone without it drumming through his soul. He felt dirty and unworthy of being in Castiel's presence. He felt cut off from the angel who barely showed any emotion on the surface of his vessel.
"I had never and will never forget you."Castiel replied to his comment. It wasn't an admission of deep desires or hidden emotions. But then again, what they had could not be defined in human terms. It was love but not. It was both more than that and not there yet. It was a mere statement of fact, a fact engraved so deeply in them that the idea in opposition was nothing but a fool's idiocy.
Suddenly, Cas tensed, his wings withdrawn and gone with a gush of wind, and his blank gaze was lifted towards the skies.
Dean knew that look. He hated that look with passion. He instinctively grabbed onto Castiel's coat like a life-line. Memories of his youth flashed before him. Every time he would grab on and say. "Don't."
Then Castiel gave him that familiar, sad, forlorn look. Dean could feel agony radiate from the angel. Tender arms wrapped around the teen so tightly that Dean had to breathe shallowly for a moment. "Please, don't," Dean tried again.
However, with a rush of wind, Castiel was gone along with his strength and glow. Dean dropped onto the gravel without the support of the angel's arms and remained there for the next few hours until Castiel's grace filtered from his system.
AN: Like, dislike? More? Reviews are loved and I guess any ideas on what you would like to see. Just for a heads up to see how people will like it, I'm going to give Balthazar to Sam as his guardian… because that angel is damn cool and he works well with Cassie…. And just works well in general.