Dean kept his eyes on the road as he drove well above the speed limit. Dean just wanted to get to Bobby's, he'd know what they would need to do, he always did. Dean stopped for gas an hour ago, Castiel was sleeping in the passenger seat and Sam got out to stretch his legs. Dean picked up some junk food while Sam grabbed a few water bottles. They were close to Bobby's, just a few more miles away.
"You think Bobby's still mad?" Dean asked Sam. The younger Winchester smirked in amusement.
"You left him a note," Sam pointed out. "He's going to be pissed! What did it say anyway?" Sam asked.
"I just put 'be back in a few days'." Sam looked at him with pity. "Bobby's going to shoot me, isn't he." Sam nodded.
"Oh yeah." Sam smirked with a laugh.
"Damn it." Dean said to himself kicking some dirt before getting back in the car. "You think, maybe, I can use Cas as like some kind of bargaining chip?" Dean asked as Sam laughed quietly in the back seat.
"I think he's still going to shoot you or at least slap you really freaking hard." Sam smirked siting back against the seat.
"Shut up." Dean said. Pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards Bobby's. Everything fell quiet in the car as Dean drove. He would steal glances at Castiel, every few seconds. The man was sleeping but not peacefully. Dean sighed.
He finally had Castiel back, the real Castiel. Not God Castiel, not even angel Castiel. Just human Castiel. His best friend was sitting in the seat next to him, it wasn't a dream, thought Dean thought it was at times.
Dean expected to wake up that morning and still be at Bobby's. But he wasn't, he was still in the little motel room, his brother sleeping next to him. But when he looked at the bed next to him, it was empty. Dean got up quickly and saw the clothes Sam gave Castiel folded neatly on the counter next to Castiel's coats but Castiel's other clothes were gone.
Dean was ready to panic. He got dressed quickly, while nearly throwing Sam off the bed in an attempted to wake the younger man. They looked around but didn't see Castiel anywhere. When Dean walked into the check-in place he was ready to start exercising the place for demons, the colt hidden in his belt behind his back.
Dean wanted to save Castiel, that was his job, right? Saving people and in this case saving an angel, saving his friend. But, Dean couldn't help but think that he really didn't help anything. Isabel got Castiel back but now she was gone, Death released the souls but they left a mark. He was just left to pick up the pieces, not that he was complaining. He'd help Castiel even if it meant sacrificing himself.
He thought back to when Castiel found him in his dreams. Dean wondered if Castiel even remembered that, remembered Dean pleading for Castiel to keep fighting, to not give up. He wondered if Castiel remembered asking Dean to just kill him. The souls may have been gone but their memories, their stories were all trapped inside Castiel's head still.
The road was vacant, which wasn't very unusual for the stretch of the black top. They were just twenty minutes from town. Sam couldn't have been happier when he saw the old house come into view as Dean drove the car down the dirt road. As they pulled up though, Bobby was standing on the porch looking at the car with his arms crossed over his chest.
As Dean put the car in park, he tried not to look at Bobby as he looked around.
"Does he look pissed?" Dean asked Sam. Sam looked to the porch.
"Yeah," Sam answered. "But, at least he doesn't have a gun in his hand. I think you'll be okay." Sam answered.
"Smart ass." Dean answered. Sam reached over the seat and shook Castiel shoulder's gently. Dean watched as Castiel flinched in his sleep but he didn't wake up. "Cas, come on." Dean said shaking him a little harder.
Castiel bolted up right. His arms swung out to push who ever was touching him away, hitting Dean in the nose causing him to have a bloody nose. Castiel was coughing like he couldn't breath and Sam reached out from the back seat grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back against the seat so he didn't knock himself out on the dash.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled covering his face with his hands. Castiel was breathing hard but when he looked at Dean he stopped breathing all together, releasing what he had just done. He saw the blood on Dean's face.
"Breath, you idiot!" Dean suddenly said. Castiel didn't realize Dean was now turned to him, shaking him again. Castiel took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, Dean." Castiel said. "I didn't meant to... I..." Castiel tried but Dean stopped him.
"It's fine." Dean said.
"No," Castiel said. "I..."
"Look don't worry about it," Dean said wiping the blood away with his hand. "Nothing's broken." He stated then when he caught Castiel's eyes again he asked. "What'd you dream about." But Castiel just shook his head.
"I don't want to talk about it." He answered. Dean was getting ready to press Castiel further when he heard Bobby yell.
"You getting out of that car today, boy?" Bobby stood at on the bottom step. Sam got out first and Dean was quickly next to him. Bobby opened his mouth to start on their asses when the passenger door opened and Castiel got out keeping his head low.
Bobby looked almost shocked. Dean quickly cleared his throat stepped forward, ready to explain everything but when he stood in front of Bobby the older man slapped him hard in the back of the head.
"What the hell, Bobby?" Dean said annoyed, rubbing the back of his head.
"A note! A damn note! I'll be back in a few days. I should have hunted you down and kicked your ass." Bobby said angrily. "I should thank the person that gave you that bloody nose."
"You don't have to go far, it was Cas." Dean said pointing to the dark haired man.
"I didn't mean it..." Castiel quickly said but Bobby cut him off.
"You should've hit him harder." Bobby corrected walking passed Dean and stood in front of the formal angel.
"Bobby, please forgive me..." Castiel tried to apologize looking down at his shoes but the older man just wrapped him in his arms. Bobby took a deep breath pulling away and still holding Castiel's shoulder.
"I thought we lost you." Bobby said sounding concerned, then the older man smacked him in the back of the head too. "What the hell were you thinking, Feather Brain?"
"Ow." Castiel said quietly putting his hand over the sore spot.
"You do anything that stupid again and I'll make Hell look like a damn playground for you, do you hear me!" Bobby threatened. Castiel just shook his head. Bobby took a deep breath. "I swear you three will be the death of me." Bobby said to himself going into the house. "Well, you just gonna stand there looking pretty?" He asked.
Dean grabbed the bags and headed in the house. Behind Sam and Castiel. They sat in the living room as Sam and Dean did most of the talking about what had happened. Bobby listened then turned to Castiel.
"So, you're human?" Bobby asked. Castiel just nodded. "What about Isabel?" The older hunter asked. Castiel closed his eyes tightly, pressing his lips together.
"She's gone." Dean answered simply his eyes going from Castiel to Bobby.
"So, just like that," Bobby started confused. "Death fixes you and makes you human?" Bobby questioned Castiel, but he didn't answer just kept his head down. Bobby cocked his head to the side a little bit inspecting Castiel. "He didn't fix you, did he?" Bobby waited until Castiel lifted his head to continue. "Did Death release all the souls?" Bobby questioned sternly.
"Yes," Castiel said quietly. "But I can still remember them." Castiel said as a shiver ran down his spine. "I don't want to talk about it." Castiel said but Dean stood up.
"You can't hold that in, Cas." Dean said. "It'll ripe you apart."
"It's not your burden." Castiel said.
"You think you deserve this?" Sam asked sadly. Castiel didn't answer, he just looked away from everyone. "Cas, everyone makes mistake..."
"Don't give me that speech," Castiel said annoyed. "Don't tell me that I don't need to apologize, don't tell me that it's okay, because it's not, so just don't!" Castiel said angrily getting up and walking out the door, slamming it behind him. Dean went to follow but Sam grabbed him arm.
"You need to give him space." Sam said.
"What! No!" Dean said pulling his arm back. "Cas needs our help. I'm not just going to push it aside, it didn't end so well last time." Dean pointed out.
"Your brother's right," Bobby answered. "Leave him alone for now, he won't leave." Bobby stated.
"How do you know that?" Dean questioned. "How do you know he's not walking away right now!" Dean shouted angrily.
"Because Castiel's never walked away from you!" Bobby snapped right back. "You can't smother him Dean, it won't help it'll just make everything worse. So back off for a while." Bobby scolder. Dean took a deep breath and grabbed his bag and headed to the bedroom upstairs.
A.N.: Posting two chapters today. Here's the first one, enjoy. All spelling errors and grammar errors are mins and I apologize.