Entwined

Chapter 2: Caressed By His Beloved Angel

Castiel knew where to take his hunter…

Dean was barely aware of what was happening. But he was aware enough. He knew he had been in a small dark room. It was stuffy and claustrophobic and he wanted to get the hell out of there. The next minute he felt someone holding him, and he had a feeling who it was. He just couldn't be sure. It felt so nice. The person's arms felt so soft and he could feel light emanating from him, and it helped him. It helped a lot. He felt more relaxed, more aware, and he could almost feel a little bit of the life that he had lost flowing back into his exhausted body. So he sighed in contentment and he did not care who heard, because he knew exactly who this was. It was Cas.

Now he was somewhere chilly. A light breeze brushed up around him and he could swear that he heard waves breaking. Where was he? Was he near the ocean? Dean felt strong enough now to open his eyes, especially because he knew he was protected. He was safe, wherever he was. He stared into the most beautiful baby blues he had ever seen. Except he had seen them before, cause they were Cas's. But he never noticed the apparent beauty of them now. His angel smiled down at him as he focused on his eyes, and his eyes alone. Damn, he felt safe. The angel leaned down to kiss him and bundled him up against him when he started to shiver. Dean was cold but he was happy because Castiel was his blanket. His arms and legs were wrapped against his limp body, and his head was rested on the angel's chest. He leaned into him further, and in turn Castiel rocked him back and forth in a soothing motion. He just kept on looking down at him, and Dean realized that was what he needed more than anything else. Something to focus on. He never turned away from those blue eyes.

He didn't feel strong enough to look around, and he wanted to hear his angel's voice anyway.

"Cas…His voice sounded like it had gone through a shredder, Where are we?"

Castiel leaned down to rest his head on Dean's.

"Do you like it? We're in Maine. I wanted to bring you somewhere nice."

"I love it. But I'm cold."

The angel instantly shed his trench coat and placed it onto Dean, tucking it in tightly around him.

"I know you are. But that's only because your fever is high."

Castiel paused and Dean wanted to say something but he felt he couldn't. He could not seem to form the words.

"How are you feeling, Dean?"

"Tired."

"I know, Cas pulled Dean closer and the hunter felt something wet drop onto his forehead, You should be resting right now."

"Cas? Are you crying?"

Castiel choked back a sob and shook his head. But it didn't matter, cause Dean's eyes closed before he could see it. But he heard it.

"Don't cry, Cas. It's not that bad."

Dean wanted to be a bigger baby than he was, but he couldn't put that on the angel. It was already bad enough seeing him like this. Hell, he couldn't even move, and he was getting really tired from talking and keeping his eyes open. But the truth was, with Castiel there, it actually wasn't that bad. He wanted someone to talk to him, he couldn't stand the silence, he couldn't stand Alistair's voice, he couldn't stand the sound of his screams. No. Cas's voice was the most soothing thing in the world. Except when Cas was crying. Then he just plain felt guilty.

"No Dean. You are…dying."

"Dying's not bad. I've gone through it before."

"Dean…"

"Don't. It's better when you're here, Cas."

He opened his eyes to see his angel smile so sweetly down at him.

"I never told you how I felt, Dean."

Dean smiled and looked into those blues, "You never had to."

The angel smiled and kissed him. He looked out at the ocean and then realized Dean was shivering more than just a few minutes ago.

"Let's get you back inside."

Dean nodded and smiled as he felt his angel cradle him closer and touch his forehead with silky fingers.

To be continued