Disclaimer: This is a transformative work based upon the original concept of E. Kripke. No money being made here….
A/N: So, I didn't mind the silliness of this week's episode – because, seriously? Dean in those suits? I'm not sure that's even legal. However, I hated the ending. Exorcising some demons here…So I needed more than my regular 100 words – lame I know…
Spoilers up to and including 4.17…
Dean found himself alone and staring at their motel door. He pushed open the door. He wasn't surprised it was empty save for Cas. He was surprised that Cas was cradling Alec in his arms.
"Where's Sam?" Dean's voice was still rough.
"Came and went." Cas didn't need to elaborate.
"Thanks for looking after Alec."
Cas nodded in acknowledgment.
"I get why you're so fucked up now. Zach's an asshat."
"His outlook is perhaps a bit simplistic," Cas allowed.
"And his faith misguided."
"No. That isn't simplistic. But then, simple isn't necessarily bad."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Always with the cryptic…"
"Going back to basics. The simple truths."
Dean merely cocked an eyebrow and sank tiredly onto the bed.
"What you are at your core, Dean. Your outer shell may have been damaged and your core shoved so far down it's at the bottom of that hole you feel inside you, but you are what you ever were."
Dean lowered his eyes and grunted. Not good enough, running through his head.
"Don't dismiss those truths that are right in front of you. Don't trivialize them. Because even the small steps will get you to your destination."
Warm fur was placed in his arms as the soft breeze created by wings ghosted across his flesh.
A/N: Interest appears to be waning in my bunny fic… so I could threaten not to keep going, but as long as I can fit Alec into the ep's, I suspect I will… That said, comments are always welcome….
