When Dean wakes up, he's confused, he's warm, and he's clean and wrapped up carefully on a bed with silky sheet and soft furs with a few pillows carefully tucked under his head and against his sides to keep him from moving. And the room is huge, done up in shades of green, and it's dark, except for the light that creeps past the flutter white curtains of the balcony exit.
It's a fricking nice room, and Sammy sits in a chair right next to him, half of him sprawled over Dean's legs as he sleeps.
Oh shit, Dean thinks, they're both dead? But the star, Castiel, he promised to save Sam, he promised, and Dean doesn't know why but it hurts to know that Castiel didn't keep his promise, that he let Sammy die.
Then again, Castiel probably tried, maybe he was too late and now the King has him locked up in some dungeon, Dean stares sadly at Sam. He's just to young, but he looks happy, lying there, sleeping.
Dean shakes his leg, "Hey." He murmurs.
Sam jerks up, blinking, and then he actually sees. "Dean?" He whispers, and Dean just nods, and Sam smiles. "Thank god, I thought you'd never wake up."
"Sun's sake, Sammy." Dean smiles waterly, "I'm so sorry."
Sam frowns, confused, "Sorry for what Dean?"
"Letting you die, man, I tried, I even stole this star's undies." Dean laughs, "But you still died, I failed-"
"Dean, we're not dead." Sam smiles, "You've been asleep for a long time, the star brought you back….." Suddenly Sam's face darkens. "They put him in prison Dean."
Dean winces, he had known they would, he had, he just ignore it, but now… He just couldn't, because he knew who put Castiel in there, not the king, not his soldiers, Dean had. "But he's a star."
"They said they'd kill you, and me." Sam crosses his arms. "He said he had made a promise, Dean."
"You know your my priority." Dean croaks, "Did he get his own cell?" Sam nods, good, those wings needed space.
Sam sighs, "So, how are we going to break him out?"
"Huh?" Dean murmurs, running his fingers over crisp bandages distractedly.
"You know, save the star."
"Castiel." Dean corrects absently.
"Okay," Sam shrugs, "How are we going to save Castiel?"
"He's a star, he can take care of himself." And Dean feels heat flush his cheeks the moment he says it, even before Sam widens his eyes and stares at him, he feels the guilt, he's familiar with it now, how it makes his stomach churn and his blood slow.
"What is wrong with you?" Sam exclaimed, standing up, moving away from the bed.
"Sam," Dean sighed, "There's nothing we can do, we break him out and they'll through all of us in prison."
"He saved us!" Sam cries angrily, swinging his arms out in frustration. "We'll break him out and leave the country."
"What about Gabriel?" Dean mumbles, and Sam's face falls for a moment, before he straightens.
"Gabriel will understand." And that makes Dean pause.
"Why not bring Gabe with?"
Sam sighs, "He's a prince Dean, he has to rule the kingdom someday, I love him, and he loves me, but he owes his people, it's his duty. He can't leave." And he sounds so tired, his words dry and emotionless with that long accepted pain, and he just looks down at his feet.
"Well," Dean offers a smile, "I suppose we should have a few explosions in this rescue just to be safe."
Sam smiles.
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BBBOOOooooOOOOOMMMM.
The wall, stairs, and entrance down into the prison explodes, as Dean and Sam tumble down it.
"I said after we're down!" Dean screams, his back hurts from all the moving, and he's probably going to open it again but hey, comes with rescuing.
"The guards saw us!" Sam yells back, charm bags in hand. "I had to do something!"
"Whatever, you have keys." Dean pants as he rests against the prison wall, filthy thing, all grey stone with green and yellow mold stuff. Sam scratches his neck, "You don't have the keys?" Dean asks, incredulous.
"We'll just blast him out!" Sam blurts out, turning beet red before dashing down a hall, "He's over here." Sam stops in front of a cell and drops to his knees, pulling twine out of his pocket, tying loosely around the cell door.
Dean jogs over, jogs cause his back really hurts. "Hey Cas." He rasps to wide blue eyes before helping Sam with the twine. "Back up, okay?"
The star does just that, "Dean? You should not be walking."
Dean laughs, "Yeah, um, talk later, okay? Sammy?" Sam nods before muttering the incantation, the end of the twine held between Sam's fingers.
"Ashabe morsutay maka encieria." Sam mutters, brows furrow, which roughly translates to Make Random Object An Explosive. The door blasts out, nearly nailing Sam in the face before he moves out of the way.
Castiel stares for a moment, "That was not Shadow magic."
"Man." Dean groans, Sam just nods.
"Ah, I try not to use Shadow magic, you know, to keep control." Sam murmurs as Castiel steps out of the cell.
Cas nods, and Dean has to admit he looks pretty good, tired but….
"Your markings." Dean gasps, "They're gone."
Castiel blushes, and looks at his feet. "I could not believe the Sun would allow such a cruel place to exist, this King is cruel, his people are cruel, and the are wars, I spoke with the prisoners here, the world is so awful, the world the Sun swore to protect…." Castiel looks up, blue eyes meeting green. "And I could not understand why the Sun would let you die." He whispers.
Sam clears his throat, "You guys, we need to go. NOW."
"Ah, right Sammy." Dean coughs, before turning back to Castiel. "Did they take any of your clothes."
"No." Dean's sigh of relief surprises him too, and everyone just stares at him a bit, even the other prisoners.
"Aww." One girl whispers sweetly, leaning again her cell doors. "Look at this Crowley."
"Meg, if I wanted to see a star and Hunter have eye sex I'd be a human, and if I were a human I would be dead." A rough voices sneers, "Am I dead?"
"Kill joy."
"Shut up." Dean hisses before stomping down the escape route, heck, he's so embarrassed he kicks the old wall out, which, later on, when they're thumping down the road on horseback, he realizes was dumb of him because now his leg really hurts.
Castiel looks hot with out the markings.
Not that it's important or anything.
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One of the most nerve wracking thing Dean ever has done would be this, because as he stands on the Sun's alter, picking up Castiel's underwear, he keeps thinking of how bad he'll look when the Sun's wrath rains down on him in a wave of fire and lightning.
But Cas is waiting for his undies so… Dean high ends it out of the creepy star graveyard, and hands Cas his 'undergarments'.
"Thank you." The star murmurs.
"Yep, well," Dean grins, "better get going huh?"
Castiel purses his mouth. "I was thinking of staying," He looks Dean in the eyes. "I rather like it here."
Sam pretends to gag in the background.
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