A/N: Thank you to all who have left me wonderful reviews, and to all who have read and enjoyed this story! I love you all (in the non-creepy way of course!) So I didn't leave you guys with that cliffhanger for long! Just don't attack me, when you read the end of this chapter….(runs away and hides) Enjoy!
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Chapter Four: Haunt Me, Find Me
"Cas" Dean uttered again, the word escaping his lips like a prayer of thanks, for the water had fully receded leaving nothing but the muddy ground below. Ground that though soft, and loamy, did not contain anything that even resembled wings, scorched or otherwise. He heaved a silent sigh of relief, as he turned to look at Bobby, and Sam who each bore similar shell shocked looks. "I told you" Dean whispered triumphantly, "now, let's go find Cas" he said with an air of finality, not giving them any time to respond before walking back to the Impala.
"Dean- Wait a minute" Sam called racing after his brother. "Listen just because there wasn't any wing marks, it doesn't definitively conclude that Castiel is alive…" He persisted attempting to reason with him.
"Sam, I don't want to hear it!" Dean dismissed loudly, "I went along with you and Bobby's objections, and produced proof that I didn't need to prove. All signs point to Cas being alive, wee are you so against the idea?" He took a steadying breath, and continued "I mean, why is it so hard to believe that he isn't dead? I mean death was never much of an obstacle for us, why is he so different?"
"Dean" Sam began slowly, "Castiel did things, that would barely constitute redemption, let alone resurrection-"
"He was brought back twice" Dean interrupted quickly his eyes beginning to match his icy tone.
"Yeah but Dean, he made himself a god!" Sam argued, "and even you know that that is like one of the biggest no's on God's to do list"
"Look Sam, he was confused, he didn't mean to do all that stuff" Dean defended vehemently. "Hell probably the leviathan compromised his judgment from inside of him!" As for what you said about God not resurrecting him, if he could allow us to be brought back the shitload of times we did, he can let one little wayward angel"
"But Dean-" Sam started before trailing off, a faraway look in his head, as he began to see visions of the past, unseen by those around him. Dean rolled his eyes in aggravation tinged with worry, as he realized Sam was having one of his post wall collapse, episodes.
"Dean" Bobby's voice cut in suddenly, "you need to stop this! I told you, stop arguing about the family that is already lost, and worry about the brother you have left."
"Bobby, I am worried about Sam, but the hallucinations will run their course, he'll get them less frequently, after a while." He explained, "there's nothing we can do for Sam, but there is something we can do for Cas!"
"You don't know that these visions will go away" Bobby countered loudly, "and if they can, then Sam is going to need all our support, to fight them, all of our attention, we can't worry about this now."
"I do know that they will become more infrequent" Dean said in a hushed voice, "believe me I know…" His voice went gravely, and he looked down to compose himself. "Sam, will be fine, but my best friend, my brother, won't be until we save him." He looked at Bobby tears welling in his eyes, "please Bobby, I need you to be on my side for this, please…" Bobby looked at him, his eyes taking in his haggard appearance, and his ears taking in the heartfelt revelation, and plea which were just uttered, before making a hesitant decision.
"Fine" Bobby uttered, caving in to Dean's imploring. "Fine" he repeated, "help me get your brother to the car, and you can tell me your plan on the way back to the house." Dean nodded his head, eyes reflecting shock that Bobby had relented so relatively fast. He propped one of Sam's arms on his shoulder, as Bobby copied, and they slowly placed Sam in the back, eyes still vacant. Dean slid into the driver's seat, and began the drive to Bobby's, though this ride was taken in the silence which they were adapting to.
"So" Dean began slowly, wanting to phrase his words in a way that would garner no dispute, "from what I can tell, Cas didn't explode under the force of the Leviathan's. Any theories of what actually happened are only as good as guesses." He turned from the road to spare a glance at Bobby, "what we are going to have to do, is capture one of those leviathans and make it talk."
"But Dean" Bobby said, unable to hold his tongue, "we have absolutely no idea on how to deal with these creatures, let alone how to hurt them!" He exhaled loudly, "what you're planning is for all intents and purposes suicide with a side of stupid!"
"I never said it was a good plan Bobby" Dean defended, "but it's the only one that makes any sense. Believe me Bobby; I've been thinking about this all night, it's the only option we got." Bobby sighed in defeat.
"I don't like it Dean, but-"he continued, "when have we ever done a plan that we liked?" The rest of the way back, they discussed strategy, until they got back at the house. Dean once again helped Bobby to carry Sam to a bed, where they deposited him to rest. Once both were in the kitchen, Bobby turned to look at Dean. "Listen, I know for a fact, that no book that I have, even remotely refers to these Leviathan, but that doesn't mean we don't have access to one."
"What are you talking about Bobby?" Dean asked in confusion eyebrow raised.
"If you'd of let me finish, you idjit I'd of told you." Bobby chastised, and went on, "as I was saying, we might have access to info, from that library of your grandfather's."
"Bobby, you're a genius!" Dean exclaimed, "I can't believe I didn't think about that, I mean he had the book on Eve, he might have one on the Leviathan!"
"Exactly what I was thinking" Bobby confirmed; "now I'm going to drive down there, and load up all the books that'll fit in my trunk." He said grabbing his keys from the table, "Exactly what I was thinking" Bobby confirmed, "Now I'm going to drive down there, and load up all the books that'll fit in my trunk." He said grabbing his keys from the table, "what you need to do" he said eyeing Dean critically, is get some rest, that caffeine you dosed yourself with is wearing off."
"Bobby" Dean argued, "I'm fine…"
"No you're not" Bobby said definitively, "what you are is exhausted, we already have one man down, we don't need two." Dean sighed in defeat, and gave a small nod of agreement. "Good now I'll be back in three hours tops, and by the time I come back, I need you rested and ready for research." Bobby concluded before walking out the door, leaving Dean alone. He ambled over to the sofa, as he shed his coat.
"Hey Cas" Dean whispered into the empty room. "I think I somewhat convinced Bobby today, I mean he is going to help me find you, but I don't know if he actually believes me, or if he just feels sorry for me…." His voice trailed off, "either way he's going to help. We drained the lake today, and thank god, we didn't see your wings scorched on the bottom, I don't know what I would've done if…if…you know." He stumbled over the words, unable to express them, "but listen, like I said before, now we got Bobby on our side, we got a sort of plan, so we're going to get you back!So just stay safe, don't give up, please don't give up Cas." He finished his prayer passionately, letting the words hang in the silent air.
Almost instantly after uttering the final word, his body felt the exhaustion of the day, and Dean felt his eyes drooping shut. Almost instantly, his world changed to vivid visions of past horrors. Hell, was back on TiVo for him, having been muted for so long. When Dean had first been having dreams of hell, when he first got back, Cas had sensed it, and popped in to soothe him, to change the dream to something better. Cas was not here now however, leaving the dreams to plague him uninterrupted. He was torturing again, this time a young girl, no older than twelve. The blade was heavy in his hand, as he traced it over the girl's unmarred skin, in a taunting manner. The girl began to whimper through her gag, as Dean started applying pressure letting the blade dig into her skin. Suddenly the scene fizzled out, and Dean was in a dark barren room, void of all life.
"Hello Dean" a shaky voice rang out throughout the darkness, fizzling in and out in a static tone, as though he was speaking through a cell while driving in a tunnel. Though nearly inaudible, Dean could recognize that voice anywhere, for it haunted his waking moments, as much as hell haunted his dreams. "I don't have much time, we need to talk".
A/N: Wow, so to reiterate what was already said…..don't kill me! You won't be left hanging for long, I swear! I just had to write this chapter, even though I have a midterm tomorrow and should be studying (whoops)! So please tell me what you think, and review!