Title: Brought to the Light
Summary: The years ran together, and still he searched, needing to save the other. It was only a matter of time before they were called together once more, as two things so different than when they began. Dean/Castiel.
Rating: PG
A/N: I'm conflicted. I love this pairing to death, but my religion states that if they do this, they'll go to Hell (and so will I). Thus, this story was born. Title is from "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash, which is my official D/C song.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Kripke, but he won't take the plunge and make 'em make out. Chicken.
He had long ago lost track of time. Days bled into nights, seconds into hours, months into decades. But he never gave up his search. It was imperative that he find the man, that he correct the problem. It was, after all, his fault.
He could have said no, could have denied the needs of the flesh, the hunger in the eyes. He could have walked away, sent someone else. He just hadn't wanted to. It had been too easy to give in, to say that it was Willed, that it was Destiny, that it was Right.
They had both been wrong, and just as soon as their usefulness had ended, they had been cut down for their beliefs, sent spiraling back into the blackness that love had kept at bay. And now he searched.
He didn't fear being tainted. The light that emanated from him had dimmed, yes, but not enough to worry him. He maintained his mind, his sanity, his love and mission. He could feel the other faltering, falling faster and farther with every day. He could feel darkness seeping into the other soul. That was what he fought for. That was what he sought.
The pull was soft at first, unfamiliar after so many years in the pit. His name had been unknown, his presence hardly needed. Who would summon him?
He fought it. He couldn't leave, not without his charge, not without the being that had pulled him into temptation, into the pit. It was hard to fight, though, after so many years without feeling that pull, and he gave into it.
He felt himself rising, being lifted faster and faster until the air began to cool and the light began to penetrate and then there was sensation.
He opened his eyes, blinked. He sat up. He was in a body, a body covered with blood caked down the front of an old blue work shirt. He felt at it, fingers sliding into a smooth hole. A bullet in the heart. He'd been forced into a dead man.
He looked up at his summoner, a man he didn't recognize. The man stared back with wide brown eyes, a nervous smile playing across his face. "Cas?"
He cocked his head, still staring at the man, who somehow knew his name. "Who are you?"
The smile faded a bit. "It's me," the stranger said. "It's Dean." His eyes flashed black, deep and dark and deadly. "I got out. I got you out." The smile was back. "We can be together now."