Fell in love with this show,proud shipper of the good ship Destiel and well Cas is my favourite character so enjoy and let me know if you like it!J

Chapter 1:

Silence, that is all they are met with and it has been weeks since.

Dean had hoped Cas would soon snap out of it, break away from whatever cage he was locked in inside his head and come back to them, at least what was left of him.

They had guessed he was human now or at least that he had lost his wings since Dean had found him in the middle of a forest not far from the dilapidated church where they watched the angel fireworks show.

Alive is better than the alternative Dean thought to himself when he found Cas all curled up with almost feral eyes at the sky watching the last vestiges of his family fall from the sky.

That night Dean had enough to worry about with Sam babbling incoherently half didn't know if he had succeeded in saving Sam completely by stopping the last trial or if he had lost a part of him like the time he was hallucinating Lucifer.

One thing he knew for certain and with a physical knot in his stomach of pure acidic anger,he knew Metatron had something to do with this,who else aside from Naomi would have the power to cast every single angel out of Heaven?and since she was dead as Cas confirmed,it wasn't her.

That first night,as Dean went to sit with Cas and voice his doubts about Sam's condition and grieve if Cas needed found Cas in the same seat Dean brought him to when they arrived.

Dean sat by the big table in the middle of the bunker where Dean noticed Sam's laptop and a pile of Books sat on one corner waiting for him to return… all those mythologies, demons and monsters waiting to be researched…will he recover from this? Dean moves the laptop and books to a shelf nearby with a heavy weight of guilt and doubt in his chest and reseats himself at the table.

He beckons Cas to sit with him but suddenly takes note of the fact that Cas is sitting abnormally still and hasn't uttered a word in the last 3 he looks closer from where he sits he realises Cas isn't breathing…

Dean moves quicker than a hellhound over to Cas's side and kneels in front of him.

He instinctively puts his hand on Cas's chest as if trying to physically inflate and deflate his lungs.

'Come on Cas breath for me,just breathe ok,I'm not asking you to spill about anything that happened tonight or what you went through alright man I know its too much too fast but right now I need you to breathe'

Dean is knocked back by the emptiness he sees in Cas's eyes,the once blueberry coloured eyes are black and if Dean wasn't sure this was Cas he would suspect Cas was possessed by a demon.

Six weeks on and he still sits in that chair like a statue,unblinking unfeeling unknowing,emotionless.

Dean recognised shock when he saw it it was the same stare his father held when his mother died.