An: Please tell me if this is awful, or even just things you'd improve, this is my first supernatural fanfic and I'm not sure how to get the characters quite right. Pwety Please with Micha Collins on top?
Chapter 3
They caught their first Leviathan. Don the witch caught the Leviathan really but Dean was still chalking it up as a win for team Free Will. His baby brother on the other hand was too busy getting his lady parts all worked up to celebrate. It makes Deans fingers itch.
"Dean, I don't care, what ever it is just talk to me okay? I'm your brother, who else understands you like I do? Hell, I share my head with the devil, what's weirder than that?" Dean pulled the car over on the hard shoulder, briefly grateful it was dark out. They were driving through the night to get Mr. Super Bad Purgatory Runaway to Bobby while the witches magic held.
And wasn't that a kick in the teeth. How many good people had died back there in that town? Killed by the couple of hoodoo wielding crazys that Dean had left to do whatever the fuck they liked because they'd been helpful with one damn Leviathan. Dean hadn't done the same for a woman who'd killed a few bad people to keep a child alive, not even for Sam. He'd ran her through.
Not to mention Sam shares his head with the Devil, and Dean is dreaming of the angel that sent Lucifer the invite. He'll tell Sam, just not now.
Dean kills the ignition, slams the door and smashes the keys into his brothers hand.
"I'm tired, you drive." Deans eyes don't meet Sam's even once he's sunk into the vacated passengers seat and found his comfort at the bottom of a hip flask.
"Don't Sam." Dean knows his little brother is dying to go all Betty Ford on him. Sleep is a luxury he could always do with and it might shake Sam but he's worried he's dealing his sanity a blow.
Dean slips off anyway, its probably the drink.
Cas doesn't show up till the next time he sleeps though. Two days later.
Alastair has Deans heart in his hand. There's a hole that goes through the top of the hunters shoulder (through the bones as well as the rest) that the damn demon has buried his arm in up to the elbow while his fingers squeeze the still beating heart until Dean thinks he's going to explode with the pain of it. He lets go just long enough for the blood to flow again and with a slow chuckle squeezes again. Deans blood sloshes from his shoulder and his whole body's screaming again.
Its not till Deans mouth is too full of blood to scream aloud that Castiel appears. His wide blue eyes burn and he twitches like a feral cat for as long as it takes for Dean to notice him.
"Please." It comes out choked and wet and Dean doesn't know if Cas is even real or just an illusion. Somewhere he thinks the angel was never used against him in hell. Not like Sam and his mother were, it didn't matter how much he'd pleaded with them. They've been at this for hours.
After that it takes less than a second. Castiel glows, not like a horse shoe left in the fire for too long but like a star that's been reeled in from night sky. Its white and pure and as terrifying as Judgment Day and Dean thinks he's a goner all over again as everything is swallowed by it.
As the light fades though he's back in that oddly familiar park, his mouth is clear and his modesty covered. He even thinks there's birds, honest to god birds singing in place of the screams of hell from moments ago.
He rolls his shoulders. He's a hunter, he can take this, pull yourself together Winchester.
"I'm sorry I'm not around to help with your nightmares any more Dean." of course its Cas.
"Yeah, whatever man." Dean doesn't want to talk about Dean. "So, you got your mojo back?" Cas just shakes his head, his eyes crinkle in what might just be as close to a smile as Deans seen in a long time. He likes it, which is annoying, because he's still angry with the angel, but he is a bit fried just now, torture and all that.
"I told you before Dean, this is your realm. Your belief in me is what gives me... mojo here."
"Ooohkay." the silence made Dean itch again. " So Angel boy, I'm in charge right? Cuz I want a beer and the park life is all great and all but..." I can still feel fingers squeezing my life away from the inside. He probably doesn't need to say that though, he knows Cas has seen enough of Deans Highlights from Hell.
"Of course."
