Title: Block Of Rock
Disclaimers: Purely for fun only. Classic case of 'if you don't see it on screen, fill the void in yourself and write it'.
Genre: hurt/comfort you glorious!
Rating: PG
Summary/Set/Pairing: Sam/Cas/Dean friendship, on the mild slash side if you squint.
"This place isn't warded adequately against angels," Castiel's gruff voice distracted Dean from packing his duffel. "Well, we have a few in place, but with a click of a switch, I could turn this place into angel repellent electronically. The bunker's awesome that way," the hunter turned towards his friend to explain.
"If I can find you, others can as well," Castiel groused.
"Well, after your latest trip to Rekall, I figured you needed an escape route to Venusville," Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel's pause, "I know, I know! You don't understand the reference," he waved dismissively.
"This is no object for ridicule, Dean," Castiel enunciated sternly. "I think Naomi's main reason for wanting you dead was to remove your influence over me and to prove myself, but you still have to be cautious. She has organised an army to lead up in heaven while I was missing and if not one of her soldiers, than it is possible that I might still harm you if she manages to get into my head again. That was why I stayed away so far."
"Yeah, ok, that makes sense man, that's what I thought. So you think you've cracked it mostly, what's the bitch's up to and how to stop it happening to you?"
"Yes, I think I've got it, Dean. Touching the tablet snapped me out of her influence. I believe all my memories of every moment are accounted for since then and I have found a way of eluding her army. I'm using quantum superposition."
"Hm? You know Cas, I don't understand that reference," Dean grinned at his own joke, "translate nerd language."
"Quantum superposition is a principle of quantum mechanics that holds that a physical or metaphysical system can exist partly in all its particular theoretically possible states or configurations of its properties simultaneously. I am in this bunker, but at the same time, I am in all underground structures built by men. I am in so many places it throws them off my trail."
"You can do that? So you're here, but if I was in the Deep Earth Doomsday Bunker, I could still talk to you?"
"Essentially, yes, but I only manifest in most locations to a lesser extent and I am not able to immediately interact till I refocus my energies."
"That is kinda cool, but sounds like a lot of trouble to have to get into," Dean frowned inquisitively.
"It is considerably draining on my powers, yes and that is why I'd like to return into a state where I don't have to interact with anyone so please let me finish what I came for and you should put the angel wards up after."
"Yeah, yeah, I will anyway leave the place protected since we're leaving in a few. Will you tell me what's going on with you Cas?"
"I came to apologise for my earlier conduct. The angels know they cannot make me follow orders according to my own will anymore, so Naomi utilised more effective measures."
"You were brainwashed to be controlled like a puppet, I get it, I saw how it worked, no need to apologise for that. I'm just glad you snapped out of it in time."
"That is a crude approximation of what had happened, yes," Castiel nodded slightly, "I am deeply sorry that I have hurt you regardless of the cause," the angel looked to the side, seeming bashful.
"Yeah, yeah, ok. So where's the tablet?"
"Safe," Castiel winced, looking even more shy and nervous.
"See!" Dean retorted, mood changed quickly, "that! Your mistrust irritates me more than any blow dealt, Cas. You're sorry? Then show it. Actions, not words."
"The tablet is here with me," Castiel gulped uneasily, gesturing vaguely towards his torso.
"Ah, that's good," Dean stepped forward, half placated, "though Kevin might be dead by now going by his message. Nevertheless, in case he isn't or for when we find the next prophet, you could still hand it over for safekeeping," the hunter probed cautiously, a part of his brain anticipating a possible repeat pounding despite Castiel's apologies.
"The tablet needs protected from everyone," Castiel insisted anew, wincing however at his friend's angry look. He decided that the only way to mend their relationship was to come clean, "but I couldn't give it over to you easily even if I wanted to. It's in here," he pointed to his solar plexus.
"In..your inside coat pocket? Inside your shirt?" Dean frowned suspiciously.
"Inside my abdominal cavity," Castiel intoned matter of factly.
"Dude!" Dean exclaimed in dismay, "how..why would you do that you crazy son of a bitch!" The hunter sputtered, stretching out the word 'crazy' and shaking his head.
"Why, it's the safest place I could think of and how, I made an incision in my abdomen and willed it not to heal till I could place the tablet in. It was..unpleasant," he added after a moment's thought.
"No shit!" Dean rolled his eyes, "so I'm guessing we should leave it there just now till we could get you to a prophet in person. Speaking of which, we think we might've located Metatron. We were just leaving to find him. Want to come?"
"I would," Castiel looked very impressed and interested indeed, "but keeping up quantum superposition with the added drain of interacting in one of the locations is depleting me. Pray for me when you're close and if it's safe I will come."
"Cas! Cas, damn it," Dean grunted annoyed, aware that even though the angel was not in the room anymore, he could still hear him, "I wasn't finished talking to you! Fine, just let me drown in worries over you as usual!" He picked up his travel bags, not in a good mood.
Tbc
