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"Hello Dean," the blue eyed boy said. And if the guy before him shocked him to hell...that voice made his heart stutter hard in his chest. It was so deep and gravelly...but it was music to his ears. It really didn't take Dean long to figure out who he was...he'd be stupid to not know. But his heart wouldn't allow him to hope that hard that his little dragon friend had really stayed….
"C-Cas?" Dean stammered, his voice trying to work around the huge knot in his throat. The boy smiled brightly and nodded, taking a few hesitant steps towards him. Dean didn't know what came over him but he shuffled back, his breath catching in his chest.
This was a dream...a horrible trick that one of his classmates was playing on him. Most likley one of the shifters thought it would be hilarious to torture him. Cas's smile slowly faded as he stared, slowly taking another step closer.
"It's me Dean...truley," He said just above a whisper. Dean closed his eyes and just wanted to wake up. When he reopened them the boy was much closer and Dean yelped, jumping back from him. He lost his footing and landed hard on his butt, wincing at the pain shooting up his tailbone.
"Dean!" he cried and crouched next to him. His hands reached out but froze, those blue eyes asking him a silent question.
"I'm ok...I'm...I'm ok…." Dean said in a rush of breath. His heart was still thudding in his chest as the pain continued to radiate through his back. The boy...he refused to call him Cas...bit his lip and sat back, pulling his knees close to his chest.
Dean stayed quiet as he looked "Cas's" human form over. He was tall but just a few inches shorter than himself...dark unruly hair that looked incredibly soft. Dean had to fight himself from reaching out to test if his theory was true. When Dean looked a bit closer, he could see small horns starting to curve up from the top of his head. There were dark blue, nearly black markings down the sides of his face and even though Dean was trying hard to deny it...he knew they were scales. The blue of his eyes seemed to glow against all the dark, though his skin was light...almost ivory.
He let his eyes wander down to take in his lithe frame but Dean could see the wiry muscles underneath the tight clothes he wore. And that was another thing...what he was wearing didn't even make sense to him. His pants were a dark brown leather so worn they looked soft to the touch and from what he could see, laced up the front with a cord. He wore no shoes and his dark shirt clung to his chest but hung a little past his waist.
It was like something he would see on someone from the Renaissance Fair…
"Dean?" he asked, his eyes widening in question. Dean cleared his throat and took in a breath, letting it out slowly.
"Are...are you really Cas?" Dean asked softly, his cheeks burning. Cas gave him a reassuring smile and nodded.
"It's Castiel actually...but I rather like it when you call me Cas...no one ever has before," he said. Dean felt himself smile and he chewed on his lip.
"I...I can't believe it. I thought for sure you left," Dean laughed. Cas stared at him and shook his head slowly.
"Why would I?"
"Cause you don't...well...need me anymore?" Dean blushed even harder and rubbed the back of his neck. Cas huffed next to him, gracefully rising to his feet.
"I do though...who else is going to bring me food? Especially those amazing sandwhiches," Cas said. Dean swallowed down the squeeze in his chest. He opened his mouth to agree when he looked up into teasing cerleun eyes and a playful smile. Dean couldn't help but let out a embarrassing giggle that had him blushing even harder, if that was even possible.
"I am serious about those sandwiches though...but i do enjoy the company….it gets lonely up here," Cas said softly.
"How did you get up here by the way?" Dean asked. Cas bristled and quickly turned so Dean couldn't see his face. Dean got up and quickly closed the space between them, his hand about to touch Cas's shoulder. Cas jerked away, hissing at him as he crouched down ready to attack. Dean gasped and backed away quickly, his hands out. The sudden shift in his entire body language made Dean's head spin but something was wrong. Really wrong...Cas never acted this way...the only time he got even remotely vicious was when he protected Dean from Garth.
"Cas...I'm not going to hurt you…" Dean said slowly, lowering down to his knees. Cas cocked his head slightly to the side, his entire body still tight and tense. His eyes narrowed as he lowered even further to the ground, his belly touching the ground.
"Humans are cruel Dean...and they lie...they always do," Cas growled. Dean watched with a mix of fear and fascination as those blue eyes seemed to glow brighter.
"I'm...I'm not like them...you have to know that. I would never hurt you," Dean said almost pleadingly. He held his breath and watched as the panic melted from Cas's eyes, his body raising up into a more relaxed state.
"I am...oh god I'm so sorry Dean...I do know. I'm just...more vulnerable in this form and it's easy for me to forget how easily some would take advantage of it," Cas explained, his voice tight with exhaustion. Dean frowned and made to move closer but paused, gauging his friend closely. Cas beckoned him closer and Dean sat himself across from him.
"What happened to you?" Dean asked. Cas gave him a sad smile, his fingers fidgeting against his legs.
"There's not many of my kind left...maybe a few families that are scattered around the world. Do you know much about us?"
"Not really...everyone believes you to be extinct so we hardly get to study dragons."
"We did that on purpose...scattering apart and making it seem like we died out...I was still a hatchling when my herd went into hiding in Ireland. There was only a handful of us...but we managed to survive. Once I was old enough, I took one of the fledglings as my student. While we were out flying, I noticed someone tracking us. I told Samandriel to hide and I was captured. They brought me back here to be sold to a breeder...I don't know what his real name was but he had us call him Metatron," Cas said. Dean gasped and covered his mouth. To sell a creature that as a pet or slave was highly illegal and was a lifetime sentence in prison. Why anyone would risk that was beyond Dean.
"What happened?"
"I was locked in a cage for months, and once they found out I could carry young...he wanted to breed me as soon as possible. And though I was taken care of...I needed to get out. I do wish to have a family at some point but not like that...not forced. It was a couple of days before you found me that I attacked my 'handlers during feeding time. II was almost completely away from the compound when something shot at me. I don't know how long I flew but I finally crashed here...and my wing was completely broken," Cas said with a heavy sigh. Dean swallowed hard, slowly scooting closer. Somber blue eyes raised to meet his and the heavyness in them slowly bled out.
"I honestly thought I was going to die...but this amazing boy found me and decided to take care of me...why did you?" Cas asked with a barely there smile. Dean felt his chest flutter and he blushed.
"I'd never seen one of your kind before...and how could I turn a hurt giant purring dragon away?"
"I guess that's true…" Cas said pausing just a bit before biting his lip, "Dean...when you were here earlier...why were you crying?"
Dean sucked in a breath and tried to play it off with a shrug but those eyes bored into him, making him squirm.
"I...the other kids...it's like you said Cas...humans are cruel," Dean said softly. Cas's eyes softened, his head dipping in a little nod. They sat in silence for a minute before Cas suddenly sat up, his face turning to the quickly disappearing sun.
"Dean...you should be getting back…" Cas said quietly. Dean frowned, his heart plummeting down into the pit of his stomach. He couldn't go back...not now.
"I don't want to Cas…"
"You can't stay out here Dean...they'll start to worry about you and come looking…" Cas said with a little smile. Dean sighed heavily and slowly stood up, stalling as long as he could before Cas was about to litterally start pushing him.
"I'll um...see you in the morning then?" Dean asked shyly. Cas beamed at him and nodded. He started to turn away but Dean practically tackled him, hugging the shorter boy close.
The moment they touched a sharp shock went through his body, knocking the air out of his lungs. He tried to pull away but couldn't...a part of him wanted to latch onto the creature with all his might and never let go. Cas must have felt the same...his fingers dug into his back and his breathing became labored against his ear. A warmrth settled in his chest and Dean felt something click into place in his gut.
It felt like forever but the whirlwind around them finally calmed and Dean was able to pull away, his mouth gaping open as he stared into Cas's face. His blue eyes were wide and glassy as he tried to calm down his own breathing.
"What...what the hell was that?" Dean gasped, his fingers digging into Cas's arms.
Cas completely ignored his question, his eyes getting even wider as something clicked into his mind, "You're…you're my witch!"
"Wait what?" Dean froze, staring at the boy in front of him. He couldn't mean what he thought he meant...it couldn't be possible! But yet Cas was staring at him like he was some precious gift…
"Dean…"
"You're...my familiar?" Dean whispered, afraid if he spoke to loud this would all shatter to pieces. Cas laughed loud and the sound rang like bells in Dean's ears.
"I didn't think it was possible for us to connect with witches anymore…" Cas said with wonder. Dean swallowed hard and couldn't help it...his whole life being told over and over again by others that he was pathetic...unworthy of his legacy.
Now he had a dragon as his familiar. The one being that was believed to never bond with a human.
Cas's huge smile dimmed down as a hand raised, fingers gently wiping away the tears that were streaming down Dean's cheeks.
"Why are you crying? This is a good thing," Cas said softly. Dean's head nodded with a jerk and gave Cas a little smile.
"It is...it's amazing. Just incredibly overwhelmed...I didn't think i'd ever find a familiar...let alone a dragon. I don't know if i deserve any of this…or you..." Dean whispered, his eyes casting down to stare at his hands. Cas hooked a finger under his chin and raised his face.
"Of course you do Dean, you deserve every good thing that comes into your life. I wouldn't be here if you didn't. Dragon's are made to protect the most powerful of witches...it wasn't an accident that I fell here the same day you arrived…" Cas laughed softly, his thumb tracing over the creases in Dean's forhead. Dean's eyes fluttered shut and leaned into the touch. It had been a long time since someone really touched him this way...his mother loved him sure but as he got older, she didn't get all touchy feely anymore.
"It's going to be even harder to make you go back now….isn't it?" Cas grinned. Dean's eyes shot open and he stared at his familiar in panic. His chest pinched painfully as his fingers gripped onto Cas's arms almost in desperation.
"Please…"
"Dean...I know in my heart you are my witch...but we have to make sure the bond is there...and we don't have the time for that. Come back in the morning….then we'll talk more," Cas said biting his lip. Dean shook his head and tried to argue but Cas growled at him. It wasn't threatening and Dean knew that...but it still made his breath hitch.
"You're not going anywhere...right?" Dean asked, his tone almost begging. Cas cupped the sides of his face and brought their foreheads together.
"Never...now go before they come looking for you...and don't forget to bring…"
"Yeah, yeah I know Cas...peanut butter and jelly...I'll see you in the morning," Dean said giving him another hug, excitement buzzing around him as that electic hum passed through them again. he pulled away and quickly left before he could stop himself again.
He had a familiar….he finally had a familiar!
