Notes: To start off, I'm not a Destiel shipper, or a Winsest shipper. I respect and support their views, because I can see where they are going with them. This story isn't to make anyone happy but me. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. I request that there is no hate mail, no anger at me for writing what is in my head. This is my version of healing. It's not goin to be a perfect happily ever after, but I think I need to write this. Now please, if your willing to be just another Supernatural Fan, then please, take a seat, get your favorite drink, pull a blanket around you, and enter my story.
Rating: M/NC-17/Racy sex scenes might come up/Violence/Supernatural Themes (because Supernatural is PG-13 for just that, and I find it amusing)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the OC's, and you must ask before you use them. Elizabeth Warren is off limits thanks.
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Castiel had made it back to the bunker. Crowley was sitting in the dungen, until Dean could figure out what to do about him. Sam was asleep in bed, and Kevin was trying to understand what had happened. They all were. Dean moved from Kevin, who was now trying to read the Angel Tablet, and went to Cas. The man was beaten, and seemed to have pulled away from everyone. Dean crouched before him, and put a hand on Castiel's hand, and on his knee.
"Cas. Cas. Castiel. Come on man. Don't do this. We need you." Suddenly the blue eyes looked into Dean's own green, just after Dean finished pleading.
"I did this. I did this all." Castiel lemented through a whisper. "It's all my fault. I fell for him. Metatron. It's all my fault." Dean pulled the crying angel into a hug, and held him there. Dean felt like the only person who could keep them alive, and he didn't think he could do it. Not this time. "They've all fallen and it's my fault." Castiel continued, as Dean ignored him pulling away.
"Yeah it is, but that doesn't mean we aren't going to work our asses off figuring out how to fix it. We have both the Demon and the Angel tablets, we know how to fight demon's in ways that no hunter has ever known. We aren't giving up Cas, and neither are you." Dean stood up, stepping away from the angel. No man now. He was a man. The former angel looked up at him.
"You are right." Even now Dean saw the man that he had let into his heart all those years ago. Castiel was more than a friend. He was a brother. Just like Sammy, he needed help, and Dean would be damned if he didn't help his brothers. "I... I don't mean to be a nusence... but this vessel... my body... has very odd pains in the torso." Dean frowned for a second.
"You're hungry Cas. Come on. Let's get some grub." With that he held out his hand to Cas. He was beyond thankful when the shorter man took it and he hauled Cas up to his feet before leading the way to the kitchen. From there Dean looked around. "What do you want?" He watched Cas.
"Um... This body desires red meat." Cas looked upset, and Dean sighed, steared his friend to one of the bar stools, and went to start making food. "You are going to make me something with red meat?" The voice was so hopeful that Dean almost cried. Damn it man, hold it together. His friend was breaking and Dean was the only one that could hold him together.
"Hamburger. For everyone, Crowley included." Dean had not enjoyed the sobbing and wimpering that Crowley had done in the back of the Impala, but at the same time... it had been gratifying. To Dean this was a better punishment than any other. Knowing that what you had done was wrong, but being unable to become fully human, that seemed to be the true torture. So Dean was quiet happy to leave him where he was. With that happy thought, Dean started to cook, ignoring the fact that Cas was staring at him, so confused. He did cook in silence, but the burger's smelled amazing. He pulled out condements, and helped Cas make his first real burger. Apparently Jimmy, the vessel, liked everything.
Dean got Kevin and made him eat, brought Crowley a dry bun, the paddy, and a glass of water.
"What is this rubbish?" the short man snapped. Dean turned to glare at Crowley and stopped. "Sorry. I figure that your still goin' to need me. King of Hell and all. Got to act the part." Crowley seemed to be bouncing back. Well Dean hoped he was in perverbial hell and walked out the door just not responding. His next stop was Sam's room. The tall man was fast asleep, curled up under six blankets, and dead to the world. Dean stopped to stroak his face then walked out, deciding to get him water, and toast. He walked into the situation room to see Cas actually trying to help Kevin. The pair were eating what Dean figured was their second burger's, and instead of Kevin writing things down, Cas was doing it, and trying to help figure out what exactly was being said. Dean could tell no one needed his help right now. Everyone was coping the way they coped.
Dean made his way to his room, and sat down, trying to cope with what had happened. He wasn't sure he could do this. He really wasn't sure. There were no more angels, if Cas was any example. Some would remember who they were, probably, maybe, but for the most part they would be humans, with no clue what was going on, scared, helpless, and open to the Demons. Abadon was still out there, and she just might win Hell back from Crowley. That was painful to think about. Dean only realized that he was crying when the tear fell on his hand. He stared at it, wondering what was going to happen next.
