War Is Hell
Or
Hell Cruel World
Just a small add on to Castiel Has Gone, about Dean getting some answers.
Dean trudged through Camp Chitaqua; not sure when he was going to be able to return to his own time. Though he had a thousand things on his mind, one thought managed to keep itself at the forefront of it all. "What the hell happen to Cass?" he knew enough not to ask his future self, he didn't even want to talk to that dick. He walked aimlessly through the camp until he saw a familiar smiling face sitting on the steps of his cabin. "Hey Chuck can I ask you a few questions?"
"Sure Dean, ask away."
"He's smiling, I never seen the normal Chuck smile so much." Dean became perplexed by this new side of the prophet. "What happen to Cass? I found him in Bobby's panic room, when I first got here." The smile that had Dean so confused completely disappeared at the mere mention of Cass's name.
Dean observed Chuck force down the lump in his throat and began to talk. "…Gosh, where do I begin?" Dean watched Chuck nervously stutter trying to find his voice.
"Just spit it out Chuck."
"Okay, fine. When the angels left, they took certain things with them. For example, my visions, ya know the one that gave those awful headaches,"
"Back to Cass, Chuck." Dean ordered.
"Right, sorry. When the angels left they took most of Cass's grace with them."
"What do mean 'most of it'?"
"He really didn't have enough to do much. He couldn't even teleport; he could reanimate small things, like bugs." As Chuck mentioned the bugs, Dean remembered image of Cass reanimating the cockroach. "He became an emotion wreck after that. He got even worse when you, er, the future version of you ran him outta camp. For not being 'productive' member of Camp Chitaqua, he told me, through his tears, that he was going to Bobby's." Chuck slowed to catch his breath. "And, that's the last time anyone in camp heard from him." Dean's heart sank.
"How could he, I mean I run him out of camp. He's like a brother to me." Dean thought a loud.
"That really isn't you over there, Dean." Chuck pointed off into the distance. "This Dean is hell bent on killing the devil, no matter who or what it costs him." Chuck's words rang true at least in Dean's mind.
"Chuck, one more thing. What…," Dean held back the tears that desperately wanted out, in. "What happened to Bobby?" Chuck stared at the ground hoping Dean wouldn't ask again. "Chuck, what happened to Bobby?" Dean's voice showed a mix of fear and anger. Chuck picked up his head and got ready to begin again.
"Being in the wheelchair already put him at a disadvantage, but when the future Dean decided to have Bobby come along on one their unsuccessful colt hunts. He came back injured, really badly." Dean rolled this over in his mind, why had he become so uncaring, risking Bobby's life, sending a teary eyed powerless Cass running out of camp, this just wasn't him. "Dean, I know what you're probably what the hell happened to you to make you…"
"A dick?" Dean guessed.
"No, I would have said stoic, but that works to. Dean have you heard the old saying 'war is hell'? Well Dean is fighting Hell itself, I'm not saying I agree with future you's decision. But he's doing what he believes is best." With that Chuck stood up straightened his clothes, and picked up his clip board. "I gotta go Dean, toilet paper to manage, people to see… about toilet paper." Chuck left Dean to sit on the wooden steps and wonder, if he was put under the same pressure, would he make the same decisions
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