Chapter 9

Cause what about, what about angels?

They will come and they will go make us special

Don't give me up

Don't give me up

Not about Angels-Birdy

Dean had been walking for hours and hours without feeling tired because of the veil. Despite his concern for Castiel and his brother on another mission, he kept a watchful eye on any sign of Lucifer or another supernatural being.

Dean finally reached the town Rowena had told him about, but he had no way of knowing exactly how many hours he had spent, he could only know when the day began and ended because of the sunrise and sunset that never ended.

He passed by the streets and deserted houses and followed one street, until he reached another road that led out of town and toward the farm where Castiel was. Dean grabbed his knife and the hex bag as he approached the fence and all he could see in his mind was Castiel asking for help.

He spotted the barn and then began pouring the holy oil in front of the place, forming a huge line on the farm to burn it when Lucifer appeared to buy time.

Quietly, Dean approached the barn, peering through the wooden door and saw Castiel, his arms tied by ropes around a wooden column and a circle with symbols to keep angels trapped around him. He had his eyes closed, his face covered with bruises and cuts as well as his clothes and he looked exhausted.

Dean's eyes filled with worries and then hatred toward Lucifer. Spreading the rest of the holy oil in front of the door, he then entered and ran to Castiel.

"Cas..." Dean whispered in a mix of relief and concern as he cut the ropes that bound him and erased the circle so he could take the angel away.

"Dean..." The angel opened his eyes, frowning in pain and then looking into Dean's eyes, surprised. "How did you come to the veil?"

"I'll explain later, we need to get out of here."

He then propped Castiel against a column and hurried out, seeing a distant figure approaching and Dean lighted the lighter over the oil lines, forming a huge line of fire from one end of the farm to the other, buying him time.

Passing one of Castiel's arms around his neck and holding the angel tightly around his waist, Dean began to guide Castiel through the back door toward the exit of the ranch to take another path to Rowena's cabin.

When he felt they were far enough, arriving at a roadside motel, Dean helped Castiel in so he could rest for a bit, for soon Lucifer would be hunting them.

"Lay down a little Castiel." Dean said, helping the angel to lie down in bed gently, running his rough but gently fingers ovrr the angel's bruises, seeing that they were already healing and felt him tremble a little at his touch, but in a good way.

Castiel lifted a hand, touching Dean's cheek, his heart racing.

"It's a good thing that we can't die here in the veil, otherwise I wouldn't have the opportunity to see your beautiful green eyes again." The angel murmured, sincere, opening a beautiful smile.

Dean shook his head, staring at the angel with a smile, and then leaned over and placed his lips against Castiel's for a moment on a kiss, but then, took a step back.

Both seemed surprised by Dean's action. Castiel, because feelings were still a new thing for him, although his body would always get warm with the presence of the hunter, feeling happy, protected and he began to think that he was learning to love, to love the human in front of him and could see Dean's conflict in front of him and that made him feel sad.

For years, Dean had been in conflict with what he felt for his angel, and then, when things would get bewildered, he'd chase women in bars. But the feeling that was turning into love for the angel was always there and had intensified when he had lost Castiel and felt empty and sad, but now that he had kissed Castiel, he didn't know how to react.

Dean walked away from the angel, walking to the window and turning his back to him, closing his eyes for a moment, still feeling the electricity of the kiss.

"How long does it take for you to heal?" He finally asked and Castiel sighed, sitting up and staring at his back.

"I heal quickly. I was weak because Lucifer would constantly tortured me."

"But how did he get to you?" Dean asked, closing his hands in fists over the windkw still, feeling angry at Lucifer and at himself for not being better to the angel.

"I died at the same time he got stuck on the other reality so we came here together." Castiel explained, wishing Dean could look at him. "I couldn't get away because although spells and items to catch angels and other supernatural creatures only work for a few minutes here, Lucifer would constantly redraft the circle so I couldn't flee or cure myself."

"Get some rest Castiel, we'll leave soon."

And Dean left, sitting outside not only to vigil, but to clear his mind and focus on the love he felt for the angel and apologize for running away from him after the kiss.

Castiel, inside, was staring at his hands, sad on his lap, casting a glance at the window and seeing Dean's hair and feeling bad not only because Dean had left him there, but for letting Dean feel what he was feeling for him and be an angel who had left his human, which he should protect, in that embarassing situation.

A few minutes later, when Castiel looked in the mirror beside him, he realized that his bruises had disappeared and that he was feeling stronger.

"Dean? I think we can go now." Castiel announced as he opened the door.

"OK let's go."

And the two began to walk on the deserted road, seeing only the electricity poles and trees. Dean walked further, but every now and then he would glance at Castiel, who was walking a little behind, and the hunter felt like a complete idiot and stopped walking. Castiel, who was behind him, stopped walking too, frowning in concern.

"Dean, what happened?"

Dean turned to the angel with a sad smile, shaking his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Cass, I was such an idiot with you back in the motel."

Castiel stared at him, tilting his head to the side as Dean approached him and Castiel felt his heart, the heart of his vessel speed as the hunter stopped in front of him, and said sincere and sad:

"I was confused, because I never imagined falling in love with an angel, only for women and even with them, I hardly felt anything beyond desire and for a one night stand."

"But with you Castiel, at first you got on my nerves, but gradually you entered my heart and not only became one of the most important people in my life, but someone for whom my feelings left the friendship field. I want you, I need you and I love you."

Castiel stared at Dean in abconfused, emotional and lost way, arms outstretched at his sides and Dean took another step toward the angel, guiding him to lean against the pole behind him.

"And my fear, besides losing you, is because you are an angel, a pure creature who shouldn't like a condemned hunter like me." And Dean rested his forehead on his shoulder, feeling his eyes fill with tears and to his surprise, Castiel lifted a hand and stroked his hair gently.

"It's okay, Dean..." The angel whispered gently and Dean opened his eyes in surprise, still with his forehead over his shoulder. "You're not condemned Dean, you were chosen by God for this battle and you know it..."

"As an angel on a mission in Earth, I could see humans differently than some of my brothers, their good side and you, Dean Winchester taught me what love is, a pure feeling."

"And I... And I love you, Dean, even though I'm not one of the women you're always chasing..." Castiel finished, nervous and Dean looked up, staring at Castiel and digesting his statement, feeling a huge happiness and smiled:

"Castiel, didn't you hear what I told you? I don't feel anything for them."

And seeing the happiness in the angel's face, Dean rested one hand above Castiels head, on the pole and the other, held the side of his head, leaning slowly and kissing him, this time without retreating.

Castiel felt his body float, as if he were using his wings, being overwhelmed by the love he felt for Dean, and the love also flowed from the hunter, as he brought both hands to Dean's face, corresponding to the kiss.

Castiel then parted his lips as Dean started kissing him more insistent and full of passion, and Dean pressed him harder against the pole, but keeping the affection and love he felt in every touch and gesture.

When they parted they were out of breath and Dean pressed his forehead to his, surprised and smiling, seeing Castiel with the same expression.

"Was it good?" Dean asked curiously, stroking his cheek and Castiel nodded, his eyes shining.

"It was incredible Dean..."

"I want to do so many things to you right now, my angel, but it'll have to wait untill we get back to the bunker." Dean promised fervently, kissing his lips lightly and making Castiel blush, raising a hand to stroke the hunter's hair and then, he remembered something:

"Dean, how did you cross the veil?"

"We made a partnership with a witch named Claudette and she lent me immortality."

And Dean explained briefly about Rowena's symbols, the deal with Michael and about dying. Castiel seemed concerned about the deal with Michael, knowing that he would keep an eye on him, and knowing that Dean had asked for a witch power to die, he felt touched.

Castiel lowered his hand to Dean's chest, seeing the first buttons open and touching the spot where Claudette had used the knife, but there was nothing there and smiled as Dean closed his eyes for a second, trying to keep his body and desire under control.

"We have to go..." Dean whispered, opening his eyes and staring at Castiel's blues, who nodded. "We'll be together, whatever happens."

"Together, Dean."

When Castiel and Dean reached Rowena's cabin, they saw the witch, Sam, and Crolwey waiting for them.

"Dean, Cass, thank God you're alive!" Sam said, hugging his brother and then the angel, before looking at him worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Sam, Lucifer could only torture me here, but not kill me."

"Angel..." Rowena and Crowley said together and Castiel was surprised to see the two of them together without arguing, before greeting them with his hands over their shoulders and Crowley said to Dean:

"It's good to see you alive Squirrel."

And Dean shook his head, patting Crolwey's back and saying:

"It's good to see you in a good mood, too, Crowley." He then looked at everyone and asked: "Now that we're all together, what's the next step?"

"I'm going to lift the veil to the living world so you, Castiel and Fergus can follow with the plan to keep things under control in Hell and remove the Nephelim's." Rowena said, touching the pendant around her neck, while Sam held her other hand steadily, knowing that soon it would be time to call Michael. "But I have to remind you that when I lift the veil, it will take 5 minutes to close it again and any other being will be able to pass through me, including Lucifer."

"I can be the last to leave and help slow down the dog." Crowley offered, despite Rowena's worried gaze, and the others agreed.

"It'll work, it's Earth's last hope." Sam said, taking a deep breath and nodding at Rowena. "Lift the veil."