A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfic and I would like to welcome you all to join me in this amazing adventure. I was inspired to write this last night after the season nine finale aired. I would like to take this as what I would like to see in season ten, and I really hope you all like it. Feedback is more than welcome and would be greatly appreciated. Once again thank you for taking the time to read this and enjoy!
Castiel had to see it for himself. He had to see if what Metatron had said was true. Part of Castiel wanted to believe that what Metatron said wasn't true. Maybe it was a backup plan for Metatron. His plan B could have been to make up a lie about Dean being dead in order to weaken Castiel and obtain a slight advantage in the situation. But the other part of Castiel actually wanted to believe Metatron. The look the self-proclaimed god held in his eyes was nothing but truth when his mouth spat out the vicious tale. Castiel's mind was racing. Could Dean, the righteous man, the one he gripped tight and raised from perdition, actually be dead? There was only one way for him to find out.
Castiel could feel how little and weak his borrowed grace was. He knew it would burn out sooner than what he thought, but he had no time to deal with that at this moment. Now, his new mission was to find Dean and make sure he was still alive and breathing. Castiel mustered up as much energy as he could and made an effort to fly off to the bunker the boys had made home. Within seconds, Castiel had flown from the office Metatron claimed to be his own into the main room of the bunker. Due to the weakness of Cas's grace, his feet fumbled over top of one another making for one sloppy landing. He quickly regained his balance and looked around the bunker. It was dark and gloomy. He could sense something off in the air. Castiel's eyes quickly adjusted and focused on a dark figure of what seemed to be a man hunkered over the table. He stumbled over to the figure quietly, not knowing exactly who he was approaching. The closer he drug his feet to the figure, the more he could make out about it. He could see the flannel design of the shirt the figure was wearing, the slow rise and fall of his back due to his breathing, and the long, messy locks of hair that fell onto parts of his shoulders and back. At that moment, he recognized it was Sam.
"Sam?" Castiel called out. The room was still filled with ear-piercing silence.
"Sam." Castiel said louder and more sternly. Again, he got no response and was left in the quiet. He moved closer to Sam and analyzed their surroundings. Castiel could see the half empty shot glass and empty bottle of whiskey within arm length of Sam. Castiel placed a hand on Sam's broad shoulder and gently shook him. There was still no response from the younger Winchester. Castiel had no time to play games, he had to find Dean. He needed to know if his hunter was alright. Cas gave Sam a harder shake, earning a grunt. Castiel continued to shake Sam until he was somewhat conscious.
"Sam!" Castiel almost yelled out in frustration one more time before Sam sat up on his elbows and lolled his head back. He was obviously and painfully drunk.
"Sam, tell me what happened?" He already knew whatever had happened was something horrible. It was the Winchester way to get wasted on whatever alcohol one had in their presence and try to let their emotions and mind slip away from them for awhile. Sam's mouth opened like he was going to speak, but apparently he was at a loss of words. Only a sign passed his lips and Castiel could instantly smell the cheap liquor Sam had on his breath. Sam's jaw still hung while his eyes opened and closed, Sam looked around like he was trying to get a grip on what was happening now. As bad as Castiel had to, he had to ask about Dean. He had to know what had happened while he was locked away. He just had to know if what Metatron said was true or not.
"Sam, listen to me. Where is Dean?"
Sam immediately closed his mouth and swallowed hard. His eyes still wondered around the room aimlessly, but his face was scrunched up in concentration and hardened with pain. Memories began to flood back into Sam's drunken head. Memories of seeing his older brother, the man who raised him from six months of age and was more of a father to him than their own dad was, being stabbed in the chest by an angel who was tripping on a power high. The horrified and afraid look in his brother's eyes when he realized what had happened. Images of the blood pouring out of Dean's chest came flashing back. The feeling of Dean's body growing lighter as Sam attempted to get him out of danger and save his life. Sam remembered watching the life slowly drain from his brother as Dean spoke his last words. The short speech Dean gave Sam ran throughout his head, but one thing stuck out the most to him. The last words he was ever going to hear from his brother. "I'm proud of us." That was enough to throw Sam's emotions overboard once more. He threw his head into his hands and began to weep. Sam did not even care that he was allowing Castiel to see him in this state of disgusting drunkenness and pathetic weakness. The only blood Sam had left in this world was gone. His only brother was growing colder and colder, and there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to summon Crowley and make a deal, but the son of a bitch never came. Even though Sam said he wouldn't, he was willing to sell his soul just to have his brother back with him one more time. Just to know that Dean was okay and that things could go back to how they were before this angel vs angel war broke loose.
Castiel recognized that Sam was still in shock and grief, and the heavy influence of alcohol did not make anything easier on either one of them right now. Even though Castiel was eager to see for himself Dean's fate, he knew what he needed to do. He gripped Sam by the elbow, carefully but hard enough to pull him out of his chair and put him into a standing position. Castiel grabbed Sam's hands and pulled them away from his face and to his sides, allowing fresh air and light to hit his face. Sam's cheeks were slightly red due to the liquor, and his eyes were irritated and swollen due to the excess amounts of crying Sam had done. Sam continued to openly sob as he looked away, avoiding Castiel's gaze. He was ashamed of being this exposed in front of a higher being. Cas quickly pulled Sam into a tight hug. Cas wanted him to know that he wasn't in this fight alone. Sam returned the hug, squeezing the angel tight and leaning over to rest his head on the shorter man's shoulder to openly sob a few moments more. They stood like this for awhile, Sam crying out loudly for Dean and asking why this happened while Castiel shushed him and rubbed his back in attempts to soothe the taller man. Eventually, Sam had calmed down enough to the point where he only heaved within every few breaths. He was growing tired, so he pulled away from Castiel and sat down once more.
"I'm sorry Cas… I just… Need a minute." Sam struggled to say, fighting the incoming wave of tears that threatened to break through. "I carried… Dean… Into my room. You can… find him in there."
"Okay." Castiel turned and immediately walked toward Sam's room. He had to find out if Dean was alive. He had to see this for himself. Dean necessarily didn't have to be dead. Maybe he got injured during the fight and was just in a heavy state of sleep. Castiel himself was too weak to heal him, but maybe he could bring one of his fellow brothers or sisters in to get the job done. He just had to watch his hunter's chest and see if it moved or not. He just needed to reach out and touch Dean one more time. One more time for confirmation that this was all reality now.
Castiel had made it to the hall that Sam and Dean's rooms were on. He slowed his pace and walked toward Sam's room. He could see the door was open and walked closer before deciding to stop outside before he could see the inside of the room. Castiel closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It was untelling what he would see when he entered Sam's room. He held his breath momentarily while he collected his thoughts and emotions, preparing himself for the worst. He exhaled sharply, opened his eyes, and went inside of the room. What Castiel had walked into was far worse than anything he could have ever imagined.
A/N: So what did you all think? If you liked it, please leave a review. They would be greatly appreciated. I still don't know how often I want to update this. I know that I want to finish this, but I don't know how often I will be able to update. We can cross that road when we get there? Anyways, thanks for reading and I will see you next time! :)