I Do Everything that You Ask

Disclaimer:

I do not own anything from Supernatural. I do not own the lyrics or song Hot Mess – Cobra Starship

Timeline:

Season 6 and just the tiniest bit of Season 7 (not a lot of spoilers for those who haven't seen that)

Pairing:

Dean/Castiel

Warning:

Character death…sorta. You have to read to get it. Oh and character…insanity? Madness? I'm not sure how to word it but you get the idea, right?

Note:

Now made into a…six shot? Yeah, I like that. Six shot/multi-chapter. So five new chapters for those who've already read this when it was a one shot. Thank you reviewers. I'll be updating once every two weeks as I'm still currently recovering from surgery. Getting an organ removed is not fun. My best friend (who kindly re-bandage me the first time I needed it done and was unable to do it myself) is of the opinion that it looks like I've been shot multiple times. As soon as I got my first look at the damage I had to agree.

Summary:

He'd hoped, prayed for a sign from God as he sat on that park bench in the snow. But he hadn't seen this coming. A human suddenly appearing, falling into the snow, turning it red with his blood. And not just any human, but Dean.

Chapter 1:

I'm Doing this for You Dean

Castiel hadn't expected it. He'd hoped, prayed for a sign from God as he sat on that park bench in the snow. But he hadn't seen this coming. A human suddenly appearing, falling in the snow, turning it red with his blood. And not just any human, but Dean. It took him a mere second to recognize this wasn't his Dean and another second to turn him over to heal his wounds.

The hunter coughed, eyes fluttering open. He blinked to clear his blurry vision. That had not gone as smooth as when Cas had done it. His heart clenched and he grit his teeth. Still, he couldn't exactly blame the angel. They'd both been on the verge of dying after all.

"Dean?" The angel frowned. What had happened? And when was this Dean from?

He frowned at the familiar voice and glanced up to see Castiel standing over him. A lump formed in his throat. "C-Cas?" The green-eyed hunter called weakly, voice cracking. He shouldn't have been surprised. This was exactly who he was supposed to be sent to. And yet he couldn't help but feel the shock of seeing the angel, his angel.

To his surprise Dean wrapped his arms around him, making a choking sound as he whispered his name again. He was even more surprised to feel a wetness on his neck. Was Dean crying? After a brief moment of hesitation he wrapped his arms around the hunter, pulling him up into a sitting position.

Remembering his wounds, he pulls back and looks down to see they've disappeared, only the rips and tears in his clothes to prove they were even there. He releases a sigh before he smiles up at the blue-eyed angel. "Cas."

The angel stiffens as suddenly Dean is kissing him and for a moment he doesn't know what to do, just enjoying the sensation of having the hunter so close. Then he kisses back, trying his best to express his own feelings. It seems all too soon when the kiss is broken but as Dean smiles sadly at him, he begins to worry.

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you before but I'm actually from the future. And well, I know technically I'm not supposed to be doing this but Samandriel and I were sorta desperate and it was either retreat on the brink of death or use the last of his strength to send me back to fix things." The green-eyed hunter pauses to see Cas thinking about what he's just said.

"I made the wrong choice."

Dean lifts his angel's head so he's no longer staring at the snow. "God no Cas, it was me. I convinced you to end the deal with Crowley and…" He shook his head. "It all went to hell then. It may not have been the apocalypse Heaven planned but it was still the apocalypse. Lucifer wasn't freed but Crowley opened Purgatory by himself, gained all those souls and Raphael was still at war with you, what angels were on your side and us. Neither Heaven or Earth stood a chance. Crowley picked us off like flies." He laughed humorlessly, "I think Samandriel and I might've been the only two left who were actively fighting."

Castiel frowned.

"So I've come to ask you Cas; no matter what present me says, I need you to make sure Crowley doesn't get those souls from Purgatory by taking them yourself. Destroy Raphael and whatever other players you find want to end the world. Keep us safe. Keep yourself safe." His eyes turned watery with more tears. "Don't make me watch you die again okay?" He leaned his forehead against Castiel's. "Promise me."

"I promise Dean."

The hunter grinned. "Thanks Cas."

The angel pulled away as he noticed the man was fading. "Dean!" He shouted, blue eyes widened in fear.

He kept grinning. "Yeah, Samandriel said that might happen," he said, taking a look at his see-through hands. "The price of changing the past."

Cas tried to touch him again but his hand went right through him.

"I love you Cas."

He stared back at the fading figure with sorrow filled-eyes. "I love you too Dean."

And then he complete disappeared, only the pressed down snow where he'd been the only indication that he'd been there at all.

His vessel's heart is racing and it hurts. It hurts like nothing else he's ever felt before. Even though he knows present Dean is still alive and well it still feels like he's lost a part of himself. He doesn't know if present Dean loves him the way future Dean did. Recalling how Dean said he was like family, maybe not. And if he does this, if he takes the souls of Purgatory what if this means Dean never will love him? Cas frowns as he feels something wet on his cheeks. Tears? It doesn't matter, he tells himself. He got his sign, he got what he asked for and even though this time's Dean might never love him, at least for a while he had the chance to know what it would feel like. He'll keep his promise. He will stop Crowley from getting the souls of Purgatory. He'll end this war before it escalades into another apocalypse. And he'll do it because Dean asked him to. Maybe present Dean will grow to hate him, might never forgive him, but at least he'll be alive.

"Dean, I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call, and I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats, I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is this one thing."

Given time, maybe he'll finally get Dean to understand that he was never against him.

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