Title: Can you still save me?
Who?: Dean Winchester and Castiel
Where?: Hotel room in Charlotte, NC
When?: This is after Bobby passed away, and it's AU after that.
Summary: Castiel was able to find Dean hoping everything was okay, but he only finds Dean completely falling apart. The welcoming was less happy then he expected it to be.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: I do not own any the characters in any shape or form.
Castiel walked for what felt like hours hoping he could find some sign of the boys. Since he emerged from the bottom of the lake his grace was less then hundred percent, but he was still able to track down the boys at least. It wasn't completely accurate but it was better than wandering around hoping to run into the impala. The search could easily take days, months, and maybe even years. Since Castiel wasn't exactly hundred percent he really didn't have much time left in him to search for that long. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going to die trying even if it was just to see those beautiful green eyes once more.
As he walked his heart began to race and almost jumped out of his chest as he walked close to a worn down motel that was off a main highway if he wasn't mistaken. He searched the parking lot hoping he could see the beautiful black beauty to make sure his powers were completely off which they have been for the past few hours.
His heart sank when the impala was nowhere to be found, and almost gave up on the search all together. Castiel began to walk again hoping he could find a truck stop where he could change clothes or at least wash himself clean again. He could still feel the stickiness of dried blood, and black goo over his body. As he walked something made him stop when he saw one of the motel doors opening up, and he moved to where he was in the shadows in case it was an unwanted visitor, but what Castiel saw next brought an actual smile to his face. That was until he saw the expression on the tall man's face as he stormed towards the old fashion car. Sam looked like hell, and extremely pissed off. Castiel tilt his head to the side and wanted to call out his name but nothing came out but a hoarse whisper. Castiel lifted up his hand to his throat messaging it slightly hoping he could work his vocal cords up enough to try again, but before he could the car speed out of the parking lot.
The angel looked back at the door and saw that Sam didn't close it all the way. Slowly he began to walk towards the door hearing the low whisper of some television drama that was on the television. As he peaked inside the room the television gave out a small glow to the whole room revealing a dark mass lying underneath the covers on the bed farthest from the door. A sickening feeling began to overwhelm him as he knew who it was laying there, and he was afraid to see what the damage was since he's left.
Castiel gently pushed the door open only making the door hinge's squeak louder which made the dark mass move just slightly.
"Sam, I'm not leaving this damn room. So you can just give up on trying to make me get up" The voice came out from underneath the blanket sounded as if all the hope for life has been completely drained from him. Castiel lifted up his hand and touched his check which was now becoming damp. The water from his eyes is what the brother's called tears. He remember when Sam explained that it was used to show sadness, and sometimes someone can cry when their happy. Castiel couldn't understand how something so simple can mean two things, but the human race always astonished them. In his opinion it was the greatest thing his father has ever created, but his father has only abandoned them when they needed him the most.
Castiel walked further into the room and closed the door turning slightly to see the bundled mass moving until the blank was finally off the man's body. Dean jumped up and turned towards what he thought was his brother and began to yell.
"What part of leave...?" His face turned almost white when he saw the angel standing there before him. The man he's been morning, and cursing since Bobby died a few weeks ago. He couldn't believe who it was and was almost shaking unsure if what he was seeing was real or just a drunken illusion.
Cas stood still giving Dean time to take in who was standing in the middle of beaten down hotel room. That still had the 80's themed wallpaper on the walls around them. Castiel could tell it was the original wallpaper as signs of years of abuse from water damage, and people smoking in the rooms have damaged the wallpaper immensely.
"How?" Dean asked while walked up to the angel slowly. He stood in front of him seeing that he was still wearing the suit he died in not so long ago. He could see the rips and dry blood covering his body giving him the sign that the angel wasn't fully angel anymore. But was he still a leviathan? Dean began to look up into the deep blue eye's he's been dying to look into for so long. The eye's he wished he was looking into after he lost Bobby. The man he wished was around to save his second father's life.
Dean looked towards his duffle bag and saw a bottle of cleaner that he's been caring around with him since their last run in with the leviathan. He slowly walked towards and picked up opening up the cap slowly not losing eye contact with Cas though whole time. The angel tilted his head side way's unsure what Dean was about to do but he had a feeling it was test to see if he was real, and not a demon. Though, he's never seen the boys used such a device on a demon before. He could only assume it was a new method they must have learned. The angel understanding the human's actions stood there as dean chucked almost half the bottle at Castiel. It stung a bit around his wounds but it wasn't enough to hurt the Angel completely.
After Dean saw that nothing was happening he dropped the bottle unsure what to do next. Should he punch him or hug him. The last dead person he greeted back to the real world was Sam, and even that was weird. This however was completely different considering he's officially lost count on how many times he thought Cas was dead.
Castiel could see Dean almost falling apart in front of his eyes which petrified him. Dean was the symbol of stability in his eyes, and always kept going when he could have easily given up. Castiel could feel the vessel's heart breaking which he thought was just a figure of speech until now.
The angel sighed as he knew he had to answer Dean, but he honestly had no idea how to answer him. "I don't know. One minute I was walking into the lake, and then then next I woke up lying beside the lake barely breathing." He said as his throat was still rough from being underwater, and the journey. Castiel opened his mouth wanting to say something else to break the silence but he wasn't sure what to say next.
Dean quickly broke the silence shocking Castiel to the point where he backed himself into the corner. "Are you serious? Do you know what hell I've been through since you've left? First you should have listened to me! If you did we wouldn't be fighting the leviathan that you let out! Oh by the way we've been trying to kill them, and have been very unsuccessful at it. Oh, and one of them killed Bobby. So good job I hope your cause was fucking worth it." He yelled as he was now only inches from Castiel's face which was not wet from what Dean thought were tears. After seeing one fall from the blue-eyed angel's face he began to calm down.
In second's Dean realized what he just did and saw the broken angel trembling from fear, or being ashamed of hurting his friends. He's never seen an angel act like this, and Castiel wasn't sure if he was afraid of Dean or how he was feeling. "Shit, you're more human than angel right now." Dean realized as he cursed himself softly as he wrapped his arms around the angel and helped him towards the bed. "I'm sorry Cas. I didn't mean to snap." He whispered as he laid Cas down on his bed knowing the angel had to be a wreck from everything.
That was when Dean fully saw all the damage on the angel's body. There was dried blood every on the angel, but it was now just a black stain from the blood being there for so long. He still had cuts and bruises and a few of them almost looked infected which was further proof that Castiel wasn't a fully angel anymore. He cursed under his breath once more and he rushed to his phone and dialed Sam's number.
"Now you want to talk." Sam answered still pissed about the argument they had not even 30 minutes ago.
"Not now! I need you to go to the store, and get some supplies. We have an injured angel on our hands." He said seriously watching Castiel growing weaker by the second. Castiel was now letting go of what life he had left in him. Now that he's reached his destination he just wanted to sleep.
"Wait angel?" Sam asked wondering if just by chance it was who he thought it was or they were not dealing with another one all over again.
"You'll find out when you get here just hurry up!" Dean yelled as his heart began to race.
He hung up the phone and rushed to the angel's side. "Don't you die on me, damnit." As a single tear can be seen falling from eye as Dean began to get to work on ripping off the damage clothes off the angel's body so he could began cleaning up the angel's wounds while he waited for Sam.