Chapter 2: Dark Horse
Well, I just got fired, so good news, I will have more time to write. On other new I saw JA, MC and JP at comic con. I had to get up at two just to see their panel but the seven hour line was worth it. News for season nine, they have yet to find Cas, Sam is a lot better, Kevin is fine, they still have Crowley and both Winchester choose each other over the mission for the first time in eight years.
"Dean Winchester." He almost whispered not used to addressing strangers, or anyone else for that matter.
The boy looked him over wearily. "Cute, I've got my own little stalker already." He said resting his head against the stone wall.
Castiel faltered "No, I was … sent to destroy this." He said shakily opening his palm to reveal the first note.
For the first time Dean seemed genuinely interested, he leaned as far forward as his bindings would allow. He hissed lightly as the ropes dug harshly into his already banged wrists, but his attention was focused on Castiel.
Sensing his butt in peril of getting kicked into next week he cautiously placed the note next to the boy's leg, backing up when the teen stiffened.
Having regained the note safely back in his reach the green eyed teen relaxed slightly giving his wrists a break.
"Why would you do that for me?" He asked with confusing mix of distrust and appreciation.
Castiel shrugged wondering the same thing himself. It wasn't a particularly large favor at all, but at the same time he had never saved someone's possessions before and then returned it to them.
"It looked personal." He told Dean as well as himself. "Is Sam your brother?" The blue eyed teen asked before he could stop himself.
He watched as the stunning emerald eyes narrowed angrily. "Mind your own F***ing business." He hissed.
Castiel frowned wondering what he had gone and said now. Anna kept warning him about his Social skills. He furrowed his brow trying to remember what to say when it was a sensitive issue.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked hoping it was the correct protocol.
"No, what I want is to get the hell out of here and as far away from your psycho family as I can." He hissed reminding Castiel just how one-sided this conversation was.
The dark haired boy knew what Dean wanted.
"I am truly sorry but if I let you go they will kill me, besides you would never even make it out of the basement." He looked directly into Dean's captivating eyes to see if he understood the risk.
To his surprise the boy laughed darkly.
"If they might kill you for just that then why you're still here is beyond me."
"Where would I go?" Castiel asked out of desire to get Dean to talk.
"Where ever you want to, that's the good part." the anger was gone from his voice, now replaced by what may have been a hint of wonder.
"Where do you go?" Castiel asked as he watched Dean's expression gravitate between spiteful and honest.
"Where ever I want to, you freaking girl." He responded lifting his gaze once again from Castiel's.
It wasn't a sincere answer but at the same time Dean spoke it in a different tone from his usual guarded one.
Castiel was about to speak again but at that very moment the cell door flew open and Zachariah walked through.
"Come along Cassie, its dinner and Anna sent me to come collect you to…" His sentence was abruptly cut short when he caught sight of Dean's cold gaze.
"I Gotchaaa." The older angel addressed Castiel with perfect understanding. "I didn't think you swung that way Cassie?"
Castiel pressed himself closer to the wall, regarding his brother with utter confusion, but Dean continued to darken.
"AWWWW that's so CUTE!" He said striding through the tiny call to pinch Dean's cheek in an endearing Grandma mockery.
Dean pulled away as if he had been shot only for Zachariah to viciously slap his bruised face.
Castiel winced once again but stayed silent. By now he knew far better than to protest against anything his older siblings did.
But Zachariah really caught him by surprise when he shifted his weight onto Dean's unbound legs pinning, them before turning his attention back to Castiel.
Dean gave a quiet hiss as the weight chaffed at his shins. The older Angel ignored him as he looked to his little brother.
"Oh Cassie do you have crush on our fiery friend here?" He asked as he shoved Dean roughly into the wall when he tried to wiggle free.
The blue eyed boy felt strange as a rush of heat burned into his cheeks and chest.
"Of course not." He said quietly glancing down to avoid Deans gaze.
Not that it mattered anyways; the green eyes were intently fixated on Zachariah's face like a caged tiger eyeing its handler.
"It's okay little bro, you can tell me." Looking quickly at both boys.
Castiel only shook his head meekly his eyes staring at an invisible dent in the floor.
Zachariah shrugged , "You sure?" He asked as his hand moved from besides his hip to rest on Dean's bare shoulder.
Carefully gauging Castiel's reaction his hand began to slip over the dirty blond haired boy's shoulder, running his fingers over the boy's ribs like they were delicate carvings. Brushing close to his developed pectorals, gracefully creeping over the top of his abs. Until his hand slid over Deans flat stomached like he was favoring the winning race horse.
Castiel bit his lip conflicted. He wanted his brother to just leave the boy alone but something told him that if he voiced his complaint things would only get harder for Dean. So instead he watched as Dean tensed up impossibly tight.
But the angels hand didn't stop there; instead it inched even lower to where his bronzed skin met the worn shorts.
Unable to stop himself Castiel made a noise of protest from the back of his throat.
Dean wildly tried to buck the bigger man off him. He finally managed to head-butt the elder angel, at least hard enough for him to stop his ever descending hand. Dean gave what sounded like a growl to the other man as a trail of blood began to flow from a new gash on his forehead.
Castiel let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding. He hadn't realized how many steps he had taken towards them. Gritting his teeth, he swiftly headed back to the wall, praying Zachariah hadn't noticed. His fears were irrelevant, for his brother's attention was fixed solely on the boy.
Suddenly Castiel understood what Thrones had meant when he told him everyone had their eye's on Dean. And Zachariah was acting like a hungry wolf. He thought Castiel LIKED Dean. Was his brother actually Jealous that Castiel had been talking to Dean?
Before Castiel could compute anything Zachariah roughly grabbed Dean's jaw mashing his lips into the green eyed boy's effectively pinning his head against the wall.
Dean gave a muffled yell, acting before Castiel could even move. There was an audible chomp as a small line of blood trickled down from Zachariah's mouth.
There was another banging as he shoved Deans head against the wall angrily.
His older brother's stare was enough to freeze anyone's blood instantly, but Dean simply sat there and took it, never once bowing his head.
"Fine," he admitted after a few moments of bone chilling silence, "if you want to be alone BE ALONE."
Castiel shuttered at the tone in his voice, it always scared him when his brothers got this angry. But at the same time he did admire how Dean seemed to fight back, even though it was all by himself.
Zachariah got up and marched over to Castiel taking the nearly empty food bucket from him.
"But you know we have an awful lot of people to feed." He paused for a moment, his gaze solely on Dean, "It's so hard for us to remember them all, and I'm afraid we might." He paused again as if trying to find the right words to say it.
"Accidentally skip you." He invented with mocking conviction. "Unless of course you give us something to remember you by."
Castiel's eyes grew large as he understood what his brother had just said. He glanced over waiting for Dean's reaction.
Ignoring Castiel totally he met Zachariah's gaze evenly. If he was feeling nervous or scared he didn't show it now as he said in a perfectly steady voice.
"Bite me."
Castiel didn't go up to dinner with his brother that night. After Zacheriah had roughly led him out of Deans room he had gone straight to his room, if you could even call it that. Technically it had more in common with a large closet or pantry then a room. But being at the end of the food Chain he was lucky they had given him a room at all instead of simply flinging him in one of the un-used cells.
He knew he was going to get scolded for his actions tomorrow but right now it didn't matter. Because right now he couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. Dean, oh poor Dean, but he had looked so brave and strong when he stood up to Zacheriah. His tone was so completely different when he talked to Castiel compared to the hostility he reserved for Castile's older siblings. Did that mean he didn't hate Castiel like he hated his siblings? That would be a first, nobody really liked Castiel. They either tolerated him or disliked him. And by no means had he ever been preferred over his brothers.
He carefully hid Dean's possessions under the loose floorboard to deal with tomorrow before flopping down on his mattress. He couldn't remember the last time he had had a conversation like that, perhaps never. Dean had actually seemed sincere when he addressed Castiel.
Castiel savored those moments with Dean before his brother showed up.
The teen rolled onto his side staring up at a chip in his wall. Sam must have been his brother. He closed his eyes remembering his face when Sam was mentioned. The note was harsh to say the least. It had been worded so it deliberately dug deep into Dean. 'And I'm not sorry to see him go.' Flew around in his head. Did that mean his dad had died?
Getting up off the bed Castiel paced around the tiny space. Anna had once told him to let go of matters he couldn't help, so instead he focused his attention on Zachariah. Was it true the Angels all had their eyes on Dean? The way they had all been acting he wouldn't doubt it. After all Dean was different from the other chains who were brought in.
Most of them were already half broken and lifeless, lacking the kick that normal people had. Dean on the other hand was one in a million. He had an endless supply of energy and he kept repeatedly standing up against everyone. No matter what the situation Dean would fight his way out of it. He would never sit back and allow himself to be fate's punching bag. It was easy to see in his well-toned muscles how hard he tried. Castiel stopped for a moment to think.
It wasn't just his Body, Dean was different from the others in appearance too. He was by far the youngest to be captured in many years if not ever. The fire still burned in his bright brilliant green eyes.
Castiel trailed off again when he felt strange. This time thinking about what Throne and Zachariah had told him. NO, he didn't like Dean, there was no way he could. He didn't know what a crush felt like but he had assumed it would be different from this. Sort, satin like, as a slow boat ride down a lazy river. But right now he felt as if he was in the middle of a hurricane, his chest felt like it was on fire, his stomach felt sick, his head felt stuffy and his hand, his hand felt like a cloud.
He shook his head as if to try and clear it. Sure Dean was strong and courageous but what the he felt for him was surely nothing more than concern. He was simply worried about his wellbeing. He just didn't want to see the light go out in those captivating eyes.
Crap, he was doing it again. "You are only trying to help Dean." He told himself firmly.
Castiel didn't want to think anymore. Instead he closed his eyes and laid back on his lumpy bed.
There was a quite knock on his door, soft and kind. Instead of going to open it Castiel stayed on his bed sitting up silently, waiting. Finally the door opened gently and Castiel was not surprised to see Dean standing in the door frame. He did not look as he had in his cell. He was still wearing the Jean shorts but the bruises and dirt had been washed away. His skin had been purified and shone in the moonlight. His figure was outline in the dim light as shadows accentuated his body. The blood had been cleaned out of his hair and now revealed a beautiful blond-brown. His eyes shone intensely against his skin. Without a word he walked into Castiel's room sitting down on the bed. Castiel knew what was going to happen next, he wanted it to. He leaned forward as Dean's lips met his. Just as Zachariah had done, but this time Dean was kissing back. Dean pulled away before Castiel would have liked. Instead he looked straight into Castiel's eyes. "Sam." Dean said without expression. "Dean what are you?" He began but Dean only looked deeper into his eyes "Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam."
Haha never mind I got another job, scratch that. This chapter was also a little slow but it will speed up. Season 9 update, was anybody else curious about how Sam just stopped dying and got better? Well according to Carver Dean did something to save Sam, and because of that he keeps a big secret from Sam that may threaten his life. Apparently this is more serious than the time he sold his soul to hell. Also DAMMIT NO DESTIEL Castiel gets his own love interest, actually he has meaningless sex but in supernatural it's pretty much the same thing. So does Dean…maybe…in a perfect world…ANGEL BABIES!