A/N: this idea kept nagging at me as I went to sleep yesterday night so as soon as I woke up I had to write it down! This was written in approximately 30minutes and I don't have time to refine it as I gotta run now. So sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy!
(Psst. I made Cas The Chosen Son because it just felt right. Just so you know.)
Complete…
Dean groaned in pain as he was flung across the room by the demon. His head hit a metal drum that was lying in the warehouse. A sharp pain shot through his head as he gasped for breath, his lungs, crushed by the pressure on his ribs, straining to provide enough oxygen for his body. He closed his eyes and tried to push himself up off the ground. His hand slipped on the grime –or was it his blood? - on the floor and his chin met the cold, hard floor in a solid impact that blurred his vision. He coughed feeling blood and his own spit clog his throat as he desperately tried not to lose consciousness. The blood that was coming from his head wound was slowly trickling down the side of his face was getting into his eyes, making it impossible to keep them open.
He looked at his brother lying about a feet from him. He was knocked out cold. Ruby' knife was in his hands. Dean tried to move towards Sam. But soon he found himself off the ground and slammed into the hard concrete wall. All the wind got knocked out of him as the demon moved closer to him. The girl it was possessing was a tall, athletic blonde. Her eyes were fully black and her hands had turned into some form of bird-like claw under the influence of the demon.
"Oh lookie, what have we got here? If it isn't the famous Dean Winchester!", she-it drawled in a menacing manner.
Dean didn't reply. He just sneered at me.
"Oh no honey, I'll have none of that! Be respectful to me. If you didn't notice, I have you cornered here", she continued as she pushed her claws into Dean's shoulder.
Dean bit back a scream. His battered body shuddered on the onset of the new searing pain.
"Oh you like this don't you?". She smiled evilly as she pushed her claws deeper in his body while dragging her other claw over his chest, ripping his shirt and flesh in the process.
Dean screwed his eyes shut as the demon continued her torture on him. He felt his consciousness slowly slip away.
"Cas…". The words fell from his lips as the appealing darkness took over him. It was not a prayer, not a call for help. It was simply an acknowledgement for the supernatural being.
Bright white light filled the room. The demon screamed as it was burned out of existence by pure angelic wrath. A heavenly being had emerged.
Even through the haze of unconsciousness, Dean felt the blissful angelic power fill through the room. It soothed him and he knew exactly whose essence it was that washed over him. And he felt two strong arms wrap around his body and the workings of healing magic work through his body. He felt more peaceful than he had in years as he allowed all his insecurities and walls fall down giving himself over to his angel fully.
Somewhere, in the multiple dimensions of the universe, a small smile reached the lips of The Creator as he watched the grace of his Chosen Son and the Soul of the Righteous Man intermingle with each other.
They were complete, at last….
A/N: Please review. They make my day!
~~Meg~~
