Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to/with Merlin or Supernatural; I am just a fan of both shows.
"Fuck me. Cas, wait. You're serious?" Dean looked away from him and looked back at this so-called 'Mordred' Druid. Prince apparently. Dead still but the situation was being quickly rectified.
Thinking that the boy doesn't look older than twenty at most. Then again that youth doesn't stop anyone or keep them away from stupid things. But the kid here certainly doesn't look dangerous. Then he is thinking no looks could be deceiving, he of all people knew that.
Yeah, okay. He would trust Cas on this one. But Mordred would be monitored and yet Dean after years of practice learned to trust his instictin. He didn't give off the 'evil' vibe, if he was honest.
At first glance the Knight/Prince whatever he was, he doesn't give off the 'super warlock badass' look. It's more of a 'Harry Potter meets- the hunter's thoughts were interrupted by Castiel's voice reaching his ears and he looked at him when he spoke.
"Yes, Dean I'm serious. I will ignore your first comment. Had Gabriel heard it, he would have smote you then laughed at me." Dean couldn't look away from his angel as he heard him speak, his voice more silent then before and without a hint a menace.
Until, Cas said his next words and his blue eyes seemed to look a shade darker. As the outline of his black feathers showed on the ground even though the sky was nice and sunny. A total contrast to the bloody fields and multitude of dead corpses.
"I don't like being laughed at Dean. I would have brought you back to life, just to kill you again. Is that clear?"
"Yep crystal. Cas, sorry.. it won't happen again man." Cas had taken a step forward and that scared the shit out of Dean to be honest as well as it worked to turn him on slightly. But he had to forcibly remind himself that this was not the time or place for that sort of thing.
By thinking of dead clown people. When that did nothing for him. He thought of sick puppies and a crying Cupid. Yeah that did it.
He stood his ground as he stared at Cas, he had taken down monsters stronger than angels. Although.. if he was honest, he wanted to take his angel down in a totally different and less professional way to his trade of choice.
"Oh. That didn't result the same. Huh? I don't like it." He is thinking maybe he said the joke wrong? Humans are weird, but he loves TV.
Cas thought he should be trying to correct his mistake. "No Dean it was a… what you humans call 'a joke'. I saw it on TV, I thought you and Sam would find it funny. I mean the couple laughed when teased with a threat then kissed each other."
He feels a little embarrassed about it now. Thinking he should have just taken Gabriel on his advice when he had offered it.
"I uh. Wow, mhm. Not, you know what Cas? Totally, I get it." He forces out a laugh. It's not pretty or smooth and he has no game while being flistflus.
"It was funny." Taking his chances he quickly adds. "Remind me to kiss you later." Then he looked at anything that wasn't his angel as a dusty pink blush fought bravely to show itself but he killed it prematurely as he saw Mordred start to stir.
"Sleeping beauty here is waking up." He is thinking he is so damn glad that Sam's not here because fuck that was painful. And he doesn't want to picture how much worse it would have looked to anyone else watching.
That would have been more awkward. Absolutely not good. Thought Dean while looking very interested at the ground around him.
Emrys!
His whole body convulsed and he thought he had heard voices but he dismissed the thought as he felt his body mending and starting to get warm.
"My stomach is killing me!" His voice came out raspy. His throat burned as he said well screamed the words in anguish. He thought he could vaguely see a blurry figure and a dust-like outline of black wings?
Thinking thet natural thoughts of Where am I? What is that smell. Why am I bleeding and in pain?
Then looking around horrified. Thoughts of what is this. And no. That can't be right? That he must be dreaming.
Mordred doubts he would be dreaming about a battle field and not Kara, or a serving girl or training with his fellow Knights. Of being able to freely use magic without fear.
Of Merlin.
Recently he had started having very sexual dreams involving a certain recently deceased king's favorite manservant.
That thought is when his brain does a complete stop. Setting the breaks and ringing the warning bells on his whole body's system.
'Wait I-I actually did it? I killed Arthur?' Taking Mordred by surprise as he was in the middle of having a mental panic attack when his memories started flooding back and fast like tidal waves in the ocean.
He groaned in pain once more before he suddenly felt way better than he had a few minutes ago.
Mordred tried to get up but he settled for resting on his elbows and he coughed out some blood. His eyes flashed golden as he looked at the two...men? Clearly wondering if they are. One of them even has wings!
Then he looked down at his healed body and asked. "Who are you? I guess, I should ask what. Are you." His words are slow and deliberate.
"An angel or a shinigami? Why have you saved me?" Having him telling himself that he had been dead, should have stayed that way. And wondering just what do they want from him? He no longer has a destiny.
Please answer me.
Dean looked at Mordred. Holding his hands up as if in surrender. Trying to not scare him anymore than he is already.
"Wait. The hell! You can speak to my brain..that's awesome! Sorry kid but I'm not. He is." Then he smirked at Mordred as he helped him stand, moved a few steps away and thought about it before he pointed at Castiel.
The angel in question did the unthinkable, he hugged the young man. Dean had a wtf look to his face but Cas cut both him and Mordred from speaking when he spoke.
Mordred's body stiffened with fear at first. But he then relaxed into the hug as he thought.
What...why is he just letting this stranger touch, let alone hug him? Who does that? How is it that he feels safe and even loved?
That maybe it is because he cannot remember the last time that he actually received one from a person who wasn't Morgana before she turned evil and this, it feels weird sure but also really nice.
Cas started to move away from the young druid but stopped and touched his forehead gently. Then Mordred saw images flash in his mind as Cas spoke the words in a gentle tone.
Hello Mordred.
Cas waved at him slightly and Mordred gave him a tf look. So Cas kept talking. Opening his mouth now to physically speak.
"My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord. At least I was. We'll now I'm a Seraphim. You see Mordred, I will try to catch you up on most of what happened so that you may have a chance of understanding me better."
"By the way, this is Dean Winchester. His mother died when he was 4 years old and he has a brother named Sam. He started the apocalypse a few times and ended them too but that isn't of import since 'Team free will' won and will continue to do so." Cas points at the Winchester and smiles, then continues with his speech.
"Then I teamed up with the King of Hell, double-crossed him. Thanks all...my team..my friends, sucked in the souls of purgatory, proclaimed myself God-...I was not a very good one, not by a long shot."
"Cas just-" Dean was trying to stop Cas from saying too much, to no avail. Thinking that he failed...Awesome. And that when Can said he'd fill him in he meant it.
"-I killed a lot of humans. Both on earth and angels in Heaven. Got sick, you see my vessel couldn't handle all the power."
"Cas please s-" Castiel was still rambling to Mordred and the Druid just wanted to sit back down, he was also hungry.
"I sent the souls back to Purgatory, the leviathans took over for a little bit." He stared at Dean quickly then back at Mordred and said. "...it was okay though because they left my vessel, his name is Jimmy… where was I?" Mordred had a cute but stupid look on his face as he shrugged, he had no idea what was even going on.
Dean sighed a very drawn-out sound emanating from his face he then said. "Cas!"
Cas snapped his fingers and lighting flashed in the air then he said. "Oh yes, thanks Dean. I lost my memory, got it back. Took on Sam's trauma. I went crazy for some time, I thought I could see my brother Lucifer but no. Not really, it was only a tiny piece of his grace because he was in Hell. Then Dean came back and we fought Dick, the main Leviathan…"
At that Mordred perked up. Was like 'whoa' and he said. "What you? You killed Leviathans?! I thought they were just creatures of legends, to you know..get druid boys away from the dangerous rivers."
The angel shook his head and said. "No Mordred they are very real or they were at least. You know, Leviathan can kill angels. There's a reason why my Father locked them in Purgatory. They're the piranha that would eat the whole aquarium."
"Well back to what I was saying. Dean and I killed the Leviathan and we got sucked into purgatory for a year. It was far from fun or a vacation."
"Is that like Hell or something?" Asked Mordred being totally clueless and he was getting a headache.
"No its worse." Replied both Dean and Cas in unison. "So, so much worse."
"Oh wow, that is petrifying. Castiel, how did you guys survive it and why are you here?" As he said the words Mordred looked around for his sword and Dean gave it to him. "Thanks" he mumbled almost too quietly.
M Note: Shinigami means Death God in Japanese. Mordred is a Druid and they travel. I'll just say he picked up on or knows a few other languages cause of trade and explorers. No one ever asked him so I'll just say it's a hidden talent.
