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The Captive
Chapter 1 On the Run
Dean Winchester woke with a start. He looked around the small room that he slept in for a moment. The scene had not changed. It was still the same room he woke up to every morning for almost two months now.
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed under his breath. His head came crashing back down to the pillows. He had been so used to waking up in a different motel room every week. Working a case with his younger brother, Sam. But this was not a hunt. And he was not with Sam this time. Hell, he did not know if Sam even knew he was alive. The last time Dean had seen his brother, the hell hounds were ripping him to pieces. "You'll make it through this."
He told himself this every day. To tell you the truth, he was not sure how long he would be kept in this place. A knock came at the door.
"Dean, are you dissent?" the voice on the other side asked.
It startled Dean enough to jump out of the bed.
"Yeah," he answered.
And in walked the reason of how he was alive. The man had dark hair and wore a black suit paired with a kaki trench coat. He looked like a normal human, but Castiel was far from being normal. He was an Angel of the Lord. He went to save Dean from Hell after being killed. At that point, Dean had been buried for six months.
"Breakfast's ready," Castiel told him.
"Awesome," Dean replied.
Castiel left to let Dean change. Dean looked at himself in the mirror as he disposed of his sleeping shirt. He ran his hand through his once short hair. He would need to get the Angel to get him a pair of scissors before his hair was as long Sam's. Also a razor. He did not mind stubble, but he had never been a fan of growing a full beard. The hair above his lip was starting to tickle his nose. His hand then brushed his shoulder where his newest mark was. It was a handprint. Castiel's handprint. Dean threw on a pair of jeans and plain black top and joined Castiel in the kitchen.
"Good morning," Castiel said.
Dean laughed as he sat down to about six pancakes, several scrabbled eggs, which looked a little over done, some overcooked bacon, and a cup of coffee. Hopefully the angle remembered to put the water in the coffee maker this time.
"You've improved," Dean told him. "Only burned three pancakes today."
"I know this isn't the ideal situation," Castiel said.
"Damn straight this isn't," Dean replied.
He had not asked for this. To be saved like this.
"It's for your own good," Castiel said.
Dean dropped his fork in frustration.
"I know," he replied. The day had not officially started until Castiel reminded him of why they wer ein hiding. "Because if I walk out of this safe house, I'll have every demon on Earth on my ass."
"Precisely," Castiel said.
Dean begrudgingly finished his meal. He would have to remember to give the angel some cooking tips. That or do the cooking himself. But Castiel had insisted he did the cooking even though he himself did not eat.
"You seem to know a lot about me," Dean said.
He did not usually make small talk, but he was starting to feel weird with Castiel just sitting there watching him eat.
"I do. I've been looking after you since the fire. I watched you take care of your brother throughout the years and go from school to school only to drop out," Castiel told him.
"I did get my GED," Dean protested, a hurt expression on his face.
Sure, he had not gotten his diploma and gone off to college like Sam, but Dean had known since Middle School that going to college was not an option. Castiel let Dean finish his meal in silence. This also gave Dean the time to make up a list for Castiel. He went back to his room after eating and began writing. It was almost noon when Dean had emerged from his room with his list for Castiel. The Angel examined it, as if deciding the items were appropriate or not.
"Do you want lunch before I go?" Castiel asked.
Dean quickly shook his head. This was one of the few times Dean had been able to make his own food.
"No, I can whip up a burger myself," Dean said.
He began going through recipes in his head.
"Very well," Castiel said.
Ten something came to Dean.
"Before you go," Dean said before Castiel could disappear in front of him. "Answer me something."
"What is it?" the Angel asked.
"It's Sam," Dean said. He was sure that Castiel had been popping out sometimes to check on his brother. "How is he doing?"
It seemed to surprise Castiel that Dean knew he was looking in on the younger Winchester.
"As well as could be expected," Castiel replied.
Then something else to Dean. If Castiel had not told him about seeing Sam, then that would mean he had not told Sam Dean was alive. It was hard to know that Sam was wherever the hell he was at the moment, thinking he was still dead.
"Can you at least fill him in on what's going on?" Dean asked.
It surprised him how despite he sounded. Castiel gave him a sympathetic look as he shook his head.
"It's not wise," he told Dean. "The demons are watching his every move. That's why I'm checking on him. If I make contact with him, they'll try getting the information out of him. It's safer for him not knowing. The only reason way they're not attacking him is because he doesn't know anything."
"So the moment he finds out about me…" Dean started to say.
"The demons will surround him," Castiel finished.
Dean took a deep breath. He had to accept that it was safer for Sam not knowing anything yet.