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Author's note: This first one chapter is short, but next will compensate it. I look forward for your reviews. Please. And I promise there will be some sweet-to-give-you-cavities chapters. Thank you for reading!
"Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters."
That single sentence made Dean's heart ache more than ever.
For there was something he never wanted to see in his life -or afterlife-, was Castiel hurt. And Castiel knew it. In some undamaged part of that pretty little fried brain of his, he knew it.
He imitated the little smirk from the angel's lips and watched the deep, sorry, blue eyes fixated on the little glass vessel filled now with blood that was being offered to him from the hands almost entirely covered by the trench coat.
Castiel's smile was sincere. He didn't understand Dean's concern, though. He could tell just by looking at the hunter's eyes. He knew the brothers were most likely to save the world, more times than anybody else. More times than him, that was for sure. And even tho he didn't wanted to talk about it, and that some details were totally mixed up in his head, this, being able of being here, and smell the flowers, and watch the birds, and see Dean' smile, and when he licked his lips nervously, and when he frowned at Meg, and hear his name coming out of Dean's mouth… It was all really calming, and it was for sure much more than he deserved. He was finally at peace.
And he knew Dean worried about him. And that he wanted him to be the way he was before all the leviathan thing. But maybe it was better this way. Maybe this was the way it was all supposed to be. Not worrying about angels and demons and leviathans and monsters and prophets… Just this. Smell the flowers, watch the birds, and see Dean' smile.
And when Castiel zapped out every time the volume raised, Dean felt guilty again. Because there was no way Castiel deserved this. Of course, he had released leviathans into this world after homing the whole Purgatory's repertory of souls, but who hadn't done anything stupid in that room? For fuck's sake. He had made a deal with a demon, erased Lisa and Ben's memory to forget about him and broke the first seal that started the Apocalypse by torturing souls back in the Pit. Sam had gone soulless for almost a year, banged a demon and released Lucifer from his cage in Hell. Meg was a treacherous demon-bitch who almost got their dad killed. Castiel was pretty much the most decent of them all.
And the poor now-loony-ex-Angel-of-the-Lord had only want to help.
Dean took the vessel from Castiel's hand and thanked him. He was going to fix this. He was going to fix Cass. No matter what it took. As soon as those leviathans sons of bitches were back in Purgatory, he was going to come back and do everything within his power to get HIS ANGEL back.
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