Author's not: First Supernatural Fiction ever. Don''t judge me too harshly. Rated M for graphic sexual content. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Cas/Dean
Your eyes they tie my down so hard.
I'll never learn to put up a guard.
So keep my love, my candle bright.
Oh learn me hard, oh learn me right.
Castiel, the Angel of Thursday, Soldier of Heaven, hit the ground with a sickening thud that sucked the air out of his vessel's lungs. Gasping for air, he looked up at the clouds surrounding the bright sun. As he managed to gasp in a few breaths, he searched frantically for his cell phone and flipped it open. There were only three numbers and the one in the middle would be his best bet.
It only rang twice before Cas heard a gruff and short "Hello?" come from the other end of the line.
"Hello, Dean."
"Cas?!" His voice went from annoyed to concerned quickly. "Cas, where are you, man?"
"Dean, I'm injured. I'm not quite sure where I am." When his body recovered a bit, he struggled to his knees, looking around. He was in a cemetery. Dragging his crippled body over to the entrance, he read the sign. "Yankton Cemetery."
"Yangkton?!" He sounded mildly surprised. "We shouldn't be too long, Cas. Hang in there, kay?" When there was a long moment of silence, he added another "Kay?"
"Dean?" The hunter sighed in relief as he heard the voice respond. But his throat nearly closed when he heard what followed it. "Dean, I can't feel my grace..." There was a small choking sound. "Everything hurts..."
"Cas!" Dean barked into the receiver. "You listen to me, okay? Sammy and me are comin' to get ya. You hide yourself, you hear me?!"
Cas hauled up onto his feet and limped quickly to the treeline and found a niche in the trunk of a large oak. "Okay, Dean. I'm hidden..." He felt a sore spot in his throat that had never been there before. He swallowed hard to get rid of the feeling.
"Good. Now sit tight, we're on our way." The phone clicked and Castiel closed it, sighing. His whole body ached, but his back was the worst of it. Reaching back, he winced as he felt the skin, torn and bloody, shift to his movement. Pain shot through him in waves and he doubled over, choking on sobs. He had never been this helpless.
And what of his Grace? It seemed so distant and so weak that Castiel could only assume that he no longer had possession of it. Straining his mind, the angel tried to remember how he had fallen and who had taken his power. Yet his mind was weary and his physical state yearned for rest. And for the first time ever, Castiel felt compelled to sleep.
"Dammit, Dean!" Sam exclaimed as they peeled around the corner. "Lighten the foot a bit, would ya?"
Dean didn't reply, keeping his vivid green eyes on the road. He had only a few people left in this world and he was not about ready to lose another one. Cas was out there, hurt and from what the hunter could tell, scared. He definitely did not like the tone of voice the angel carried during their phone call.
Yankton was not far from Sioux Falls and the brothers made good time (mainly due to Dean's so-called 'reckless driving'.) The Winchesters reached the cemetery by nightfall and immediately, the elder Winchester let out a barking call. "Cas!"
There was no answer. "Dammit, Cas, where are you?"
Sam scanned the area near the forestry as Dean moved along the rows of headstones. After a few minutes, the younger brother called out. "Hey Dean! I found him!"
The hunter rushed over to where Sam was standing and he saw the angel, sleeping soundly, nestled into the trunk of the tree. It was not the best of hiding places, but judging by his wounds, he probably didn't have enough energy. He kneeled next to the slumbering angel, shaking his should lightly.
"Cas?" His voice was gruff and harsh, worry heavy in that one word.
Heavy lids lifted to reveal those intense blue eyes. Tears glistened in the corners, threatening to cascade down his cheeks. "Dean?" He asked, head cocking slightly. He shifted and yelped at the pain he had forgotten about.
"Don't move just yet!" Sam said, steadying the angel. "What happened, Cas?"
Blue eyes looked down. "I have been cast down, Sam."
Dean clasped his friend's shoulders, causing Castiel's eyes to meet his. "What do you mean, 'cast down'?"
Castiel sighed, giving his tears the freedom to roll down his cheeks. He leaned forward, pushing his forehead into Dean's chest. Before the hunter had time to ask or lecture about personal space, the soldier of heaven shrugged his coat off one arm and lifted the back of his shirt.
"My god..." Sam exclaimed.
There on his back, Castiel's wings had been ripped from his flesh and his Grace taken. He was human.
Just the prologue. Bobby takes over as Sam's hunting buddy as Dean helps Cas adjust to Human life. Destiel!