Sorry this chapter is so short...I just didn't want to get into everything and have it be too long, hehe. Anyway, I might update by tomorrow, but I make no promises. I still have to finish my Psych term paper, do my Japanese kanji homework which takes forever, do math homework, and do a history packet. Ugh. So annoying. Plus I have a Psychology test to study for, which is to take place the same day the term paper is due. Sigh. Anywho, so my time will mostly be filled, plus I will be working on Steady Now, the sequel to Hear Me Now. I guess it's a matter of what story you wanted updated more? lol anywho.

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Onward!

Chapter Seven

Dean returned a few hours later, about the same time John was arriving back at the house. Sam saw Dean start to vanish and he reached out, latching onto his arm and tugging him further into the house so he didn't disappear, or smoke, as he called it. The Green Eye scowled at him but allowed himself to be led toward the couch, where he sat down next to Castiel. John frowned at the three of them but said nothing, only ventured toward the kitchen with his supplies. Sam frowned at Dean. "I told you, I talked to him. He's cool."

Dean rolled his eyes and didn't reply. Instead, he glared at the ground as he slumped forward slightly. The bandaging was still thick around his head and Sam wondered if maybe it needed changing, but it wasn't like he was going to ask the Green Eye or anything like that. Dean didn't seem that fond of people helping him, after all. Sam had had to sneak into his room to even bandage him as it was, and he wasn't about to do that again.

John returned a moment later with a glass of water and a few pills held in his hand. He took them to Castiel and frowned at the Green Eye. "What happened to you?" he asked gruffly as Castiel took the pills and swallowed them, wincing.

Dean shrugged. "Blue Eyes."

"Where?" John asked, stiffening a little. Sam knew John didn't much care for Blue Eyes, but what his deal with them was, he didn't know. He didn't seem to mind Castiel, but then again, Castiel was hurt and thus didn't necessarily pose any kind of threat to anyone.

"A few miles from here. Yesterday."

John nodded. "Do you…would you like some pills too?"

"No."

Sam frowned at the Green Eye. "It'll help with that headache I know you have." It wasn't hard to see that Dean was in pain, the way he kept gripping his head, even if only for a few seconds.

"I'm fine. No pills," Dean said firmly.

Sam shrugged and shook his head at his father. John grunted and left the room, heading back into the kitchen. After a moment, Sam excused himself and followed after him.

"I don't like Blue Eyes being so close," John told him immediately, narrowing his eyes at him. "I don't want you leaving this house for any reason for the time being, okay?"

"What? I'm on house arrest?" Sam blinked at him. "Why? What'd I do?"

"Nothing, just…they're Blue Eyes and you're a Hazel Eye, Sam, they won't take too kindly to you and you know it."

"But-"

"And they especially won't like you having a Green Eye here."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "I hardly think that's any of their business."

John shrugged. "Not like that's ever stopped them before," he told him with a heavy sigh. "Just…to be safe, I don't think you need to be going out of the house for a while, at least a few days, okay? And you should probably, definitely, tell Dean the same thing. If they don't like you being here, they're really going to hate him being here."

Sam sighed and scrubbed a hand across his face. "Alright…I'll tell him but I make no promises. And if you want him in the house, you're gonna have to stop being rude to him."

"I've barely spoken to him today."

"You know what I mean," Sam snapped. "I mean it, Dad. He's not that bad."

"You don't even know him."

Sam frowned because, technically, that was true. He knew nothing about Dean, except that he'd shown up with Castiel and had stuck around since, helping the Blue Eye when he could and generally avoiding Sam if it was possible. He knew nothing of Dean's home, why he still hadn't returned to the Abyss, why he had helped the Blue Eye in the first place, or anything about Dean's life in general. So no, he didn't really know him. But what he did know was that Dean didn't seem like a bad person. He stuck around to help the Blue Eye even though technically, they should have been enemies simply because one was a Blue Eye and one was a Green Eye. That had to count for something, right?

"I know enough to know he's not all bad," Sam finally told his father, frowning.

John sighed and shook his head. "Just…don't him fool you, just in case."

"What do you have against him? Other than the fact that he's a Green Eye?"

John shrugged ."I don't know him, and that's reason enough for me to worry. You just let strangers into your house, Sam, and a-"

"A Green Eye?" Sam shook his head. "I'm getting tired of judging him and being judged myself, Dad. I know I did a terrible job at not judging him when he first came here, but I want to do what I can to make up for that, if possible."

John scrubbed a hand over his face. "Okay, fine, whatever. Just…don't let him fool you. Just in case. Okay? He might not be who you think he is."

Sam rolled his eyes and left the room.

Castiel looked up as Sam entered the room again, a scowl present on his face, but why that was, he didn't know. Dean stiffened a little as Sam approached the couch and sat in the wooden chair next to it, his arms folded across his chest, a thoughtful expression on his face. Dean eyed him momentarily, glanced at Castiel, and shrugged. He leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes, giving into a yawn.

"What is wrong, Sam?" Castiel asked, frowning at him.

Sam sighed heavily. "My dad is just…" He shook his head and looked at Dean. "Dad says me and you shouldn't leave the house for a few days…just in case those Blue Eyes are still wandering around or something."

Dean snorted.

"Seriously," Sam said, narrowing his eyes. "Won't they like…attack you again, or something, if they see you?"

"Probably."

"Then I think Dad's right - we should stay in for a while."

"I'm not gonna be cooped up," Dean told him, narrowing his eyes.

Castiel sighed. "I think you should listen to him. It's only for a few days," he said, letting his opinion be known.

Dean looked at him and shrugged. "I guess. I'll stay in for two days. No more than that."

Sam nodded, smiling. "Good."

Dean shook his head and stood. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'm going to go sleep for a few hours." He stalked toward his room and disappeared through the door.

Castiel sighed and sank further into the cushions. It wasn't that he didn't like being alone with Sam, it was just that he felt better when Dean was around, and it didn't really have anything to do with the fact that Dean could soothe the pain. He wasn't sure what kind of strange attachment he had with Dean at the moment, but he knew he felt it strongly. He only felt really relaxed and comfortable around Dean for some strange reason, and he didn't want to think on it too much.

"Do you think those Blue Eyes were possibly looking for you?" Sam asked suddenly, causing Castiel to frown at him.

"I…don't know," Castiel said, looking away. "I'm sorry, my memory…" He trailed off and bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to think back through his life. For the life of him, he could not remember what he had been doing in the Abyss or how he had gotten there, so beaten up as he had been when Dean had first found him.

"It's okay," Sam sighed, "I was just wondering."

It was the middle of the night. Dean wasn't sure what woke him or what prompted him to smoke out of there as soon as he opened his eyes, but he did and it seemed to be the right move, as his door was thrown open and a man with angry blue eyes entered the room, his eyes bright in the darkness. Dean floated in the air, praying the guy didn't try probing his thoughts to see if he was still there or not. Thankfully, the guy just turned and called, "No one in here." Who was he talking to?

Castiel groaned from the other room and Dean shifted out of his room and toward the couch, where the Blue Eye had been sleeping. He entered the living room despite the voice in his head that was telling him to bolt out of there, and fast, and found Castiel being held up by two Blue Eyes. Dean recognized them as the Blue Eyes from earlier, Vince and the guy that Dean really wanted to smack. Sam yelped from the other room and was brought out by a Gray Eye, a hand fisted in his hair as he was forced to his knees on the ground. Next, John was brought out by another Gray Eye, and he glared at the guy who had a hold of his son.

"No Green Eye?" Vince asked, narrowing his eyes as he tightened his hold on Castiel's left arm. Castiel grimaced but didn't make a sound, for which Dean gave him credit.

"I didn't see him," the Blue Eye who had gone into his room said.

"You sure, Collin?" Vince asked.

"Yeah," the Blue Eye, Collin, replied. "Want me to probe the area?"

Castiel's eyes went wide but then softened again, as though they hadn't done so in the first place. Vince grinned wickedly. "Don't bother, I'm sure he's around. Hey, Green Eye! What have you been doing, eh? Hanging out with a Hazel Eye? Beating up a Blue Eye?" He shoved Castiel to the ground, making the Blue Eye wince as his ankle twisted a little. The other Blue Eye that was holding onto him released his arm, obviously knowing that he wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon, not with his ankle, anyway. Vince moved toward John and shoved him hard into the wall. "You been helping these abominations, Brown Eye?"

"Don't talk about my son like that," John snapped, shoving him away, only to be knocked to the ground by the Gray Eye standing over him.

Two Gray Eyes and three Blue Eyes. Things didn't look good, and Dean itched to just dart away, but he knew he couldn't just leave. Sure, he didn't much care for the Hazel Eye or the Brown Eye, but he couldn't just leave them like this, with these Blue Eyes and Gray Eyes. He wasn't sure what they wanted, but obviously they were going to be harsh to get it.

He ghosted down next to Castiel, who was grimacing in pain and clasping at his ankle. The Blue Eye standing over him didn't seem to be paying much attention, focused on what Vince was doing and saying over next to Sam, John, and the Gray Eyes.

"You not gonna come out, Green Eye?" Vince spat hatefully. "Huh? You just gonna hide like the coward you are?"

Dean wanted to bash this guy's head in, but he knew he couldn't. There were too many of them, and they all seemed to be out for blood.

"Alright, then I guess we have to do this the hard way." He pulled out his metal bar, the very one that had slammed into Dean's head before, and he moved toward Sam, who was being held in place on his knees by the Gray Eye, who was staring down at him with emotionless, practically empty eyes. "This is going to hurt, Hazel Eye." He lifted the bar.

Growling to himself, Dean forced himself to dart across the room and appear in front of Sam, his hand snatching out to grab the metal bar before it could lower into Sam's skull. Sam blinked up at him with wide, startled eyes, and John just looked relieved, his expression drawn in anger.

"Stop," Dean hissed, tugging the metal bar out of the guy's hands. "What is your problem? These people haven't done anything wrong!"

"He's a Hazel Eye."

"So what?"

"And you're a Green Eye."

"Yeah, that's been established," Dean spat hatefully, glaring at the guy, feeling his skin tingle in anticipation. This wasn't good, he knew. The Gray Eyes were shifting toward him, one still kind of behind Sam, a hand still fisted in his hair, and the other still holding onto John's arms. Another Blue Eye came up behind Vince, glaring at Dean.

"Living in the same area," Vince continued.

"And? Since when is that a crime?"

"You're out of the Abyss."

Dean swallowed. He wasn't really sure if that was a crime, but it might have been. It wasn't like he'd ever tried getting out of the Abyss before, after all. It was his home…or at least it used to be. Now, though, he was out of the Abyss and obviously that was trouble.

"And you beat up a Blue Eye and broke his ankle!" Vince snapped, tugging the metal bar back from Dean and ramming it into his gut. Dean went to his knees, the breath knocked out of him, and Vince grabbed a handful of hair, forcing Dean's head up so he would look at him.

"He didn't do it," Castiel was quick to say, but he was quickly ignored. Clearly these Blue Eyes and Gray Eyes had already made up their minds as to who was at fault here, and they wanted to point the finger at Dean, and maybe even Sam.

Just because of their eye color.

The metal bar came back down and slammed into his face and then all he knew was darkness, the faintest recesses of his mind picking up on the shout of his name.

"Dean!" Castiel shouted as Dean collapsed to the ground, unconscious, his face bloody. He glared at the Blue Eye standing over him. "What was that for? He didn't do anything!"

"Silence," the Blue Eye said, turning to frown at him. "They've obviously brainwashed you."

"What?" he spat incredulously. "Brainwashed? You're crazy!"

"He was resisting."

"He wasn't!" Sam growled, causing the Blue Eye to turn toward him.

"Oh, look, now you're resisting as well." The metal bar was raised and Sam flinched, trying to tear free of the Gray Eye's hold, but the grip was obviously strong. "Someone get handcuffs on that stupid Green Eye." Then the metal bar came flying down and slammed into Sam's head. Sam topped to the ground, unconscious, just like Dean.

"Sam!" John cried, trying to break free. Angrily, he growled and suddenly the Gray Eye was sent flying due to his levitation, or telekinesis, abilities. "You leave my son alone, you sick, twisted Blue Eye freak!" He lunged forward to tackle said Blue Eye, but was stopped by the Gray Eye that had been holding Sam in place. His arms were wrenched around his back and Castiel heard the distinct sound of handcuffs snapping in place.

He tried to stand while no one was watching him. The Blue Eye that had been next to him had moved toward the others, which left him alone. He used the couch for support and tried to hobble toward them, ignoring the pain igniting through his body as he did so. His gaze focused on Dean and Sam, and the blood on their faces. He didn't like seeing the blood, especially when they had done nothing wrong. What was wrong with these Blue Eyes and Gray Eyes? Why were they doing this? He just couldn't make sense of it. What was happening?

One of the Gray Eyes knelt next to Dean and started to roll him over, a pair of handcuffs in hand. Castiel felt a snarl wrench free from his chest. He felt power rise within him, power and strength he hadn't even known he'd possessed, and he growled, "Don't touch him."

Immediately, a dazed look crossed over the Gray Eye's face and he backed off, leaving Dean alone on the ground. One of the Blue Eyes turned toward him and growled, and suddenly he was being knocked over. Toppling toward the ground, he groaned and clutched at his aching ankle.

"Don't worry, we'll soon fix you up, once you're away from these abominations," the Blue Eye told him. "They've brainwashed you, but we'll make you better."

"You're crazy," Castiel told them again, glaring. "They did nothing wrong! Why can't you just leave them alone?"

The Blue Eye sighed and gestured for the metal bar to be brought over. "I can see they've really done a number on your mind. Don't worry, we'll fix you up and take care of these abominations."

"Take care of them?" Castiel asked, not liking the sound of that. "What do you mean?"

The metal bar crashed into his head and he knew no more.

Sorry if there are mistakes or anything, my head hurts at the moment and I'm very tired, except I can't go to sleep 'cause my mom and dad's friends are over and they are SO LOUD. But yeah ;) Thanks for reading, please review!

~Muffy the Dough Slayer~