Bond
By
Ava Brett
Chapter Ten
Disclaimer
None of the characters mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purpose!
Author Note
I can't believe I'm already on chapter ten of this story!
Still Hopefully you'll all enjoy my latest offering for you
Overall Summary
A/U – Castiel has waited centuries for Dean Winchester to be born, he just never expected the man to be his bond mate. It's Castiel's job and right to keep Dean safe so he can fulfil his destiny but Castiel isn't the only one after Dean. There is another and he won't stop until Dean is either his or dead.
Chapter Summary
Castiel begins to explain the fallen to Sam and Dean
Overall Romance
Castiel / Dean Winchester
Chapter Romance
Getting closer to the Castiel/Dean goodness
Castiel tilted his head, taking a good look at Sam Winchester. He was different from what he had expected Lucifer's vessel to be. The legends in heaven had talked of a being so evil that he could easily contain the corruption that Lucifer brought to all who he touched. The human would have to share qualities with the devil to make him compatible with him and yet Castiel could detect little to support that notion.
The young man in front of him appeared to have a good soul, a soul that at the moment was pulsing with a need and desire to protect his brother from any threat which might try to harm him. Sam loved Dean he could see that, the brotherly bond between them strong. Strong enough to perhaps derail the plans which had been in place since the day their father created them.
Castiel knew what his job on Earth was. He was to protect Dean and to make him accept his destiny as Michael's vessel, he was to keep him away from Lucifer's vessel and he was to keep all threats, whether from Heaven or Hell, away from him until the time was right for Michael to descend from Heaven, take his vessel as his own and destroy Lucifer once and for all bringing paradise to Earth.
He would finally be allowed to go home, to soar above heaven; he would be surrounded by his brothers and sister, their love and affection bathing him. All the heavy burdens which had been weighing him down for centuries would be gone allowing Castiel to be free, his duty finally over.
The thought of returning home, of walking through the great halls and libraries, had been all that kept Castiel going and yet now, now things were different.
He turned his eyes away from Sam to look at Dean.
The younger man head was bent over his pie, attacking it as though he hadn't eaten all day, little moans of pleasure escaping him though Castiel doubted Dean realised what he was doing. The sounds went straight through him causing his Grace to jump up, the need to claim washing over him strong and almost overwhelming. For a moment he imagined those noises leaving Dean's mouth during more pleasurable activity.
Dean's head snapped up, meeting Castiel's eye as a pink flush covered his cheekbones making his freckles stand out all the more, freckles Castiel found himself wanting to count.
"Stop that" Dean demanded, his hand tightening around the fork he was holding.
"Stop what?" Castiel responded lazily, hiding a smile at the way Dean had automatically spoken to him in the way Bond Mate spoke to each other. Each time they used that way of communication, the connection between them grew stronger. A part of him wanted to take Dean away, to explain everything that was happening to them, he knew his bond mate was confused by what he was feeling but there was another part of him, a darker selfish part which wanted to wait until the connection was so strong with them that Dean would be unable to be without him. He would have to remain at his side.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about" Dean retorted "Stop with the porn show!"
"I am merely expressing my desire to know you that way Dean" Castiel answered, watching as the pink flush deepened into bright red as Dean's mouth fell open his green eyes widening.
"Dude" he groaned, resting his elbow on the table and resting his forehead in the palm of his hand. "You can't say stuff like that to me"
"Why not when it's the truth? I much desire to have you beneath me"
"Dean?" Sam said, worry evident in his voice and eyes as he reached out and rested his hand gently against Dean's shoulder as though Dean was something fragile to be handled with care. "Is everything-" the younger man stopped, swallowing his question clearly remembering Dean's previous threat, his fingers tightening.
Castiel wanted to smack the hand off of Sam and remove him from the diner for daring to touch Dean but he held back. Not only would the action upset his bond mate but Castiel was also intrigued to see how the brothers interacted with each other. The two brothers destined to destroy each other and who according to the ancient texts in Heaven were already meant to hate each other. It was an emotion that Castiel couldn't detect in either man.
Sam swallowed rephrasing his question.
"Would you like some painkillers?" he offered. Dean remained silent for a moment before he twisted his head so he could see Sam while still resting his forehead.
"Do you have some?" he asked cautiously. Sam nodded his head "Then yeah Sam, drug me up" Sam pulled his bag up off the floor and unzipped it, rummaging through it in search of the pain killer.
"I could take the pain away from you Dean if you allow me to. It would only take a touch" Castiel's hand twitched on the table, desperate to bridge the gap between them to deal with Dean's headache but he remained still. His bond mate had many strange ideas about what was right and wrong, ideas that Castiel would have to deal with at a later date once Dean was safe in his home.
"No offence Cas but I don't like anyone touching me, not even you" Dean stated before he spoke out loud. "We have questions for you Castiel" he said, sharing a look with Sam as the younger man pulled out the painkillers and handed them to Dean who took them from him with a grateful look. Castiel watched as he pulled the lid off and knocked two white tablets into his hand before replacing the lid and passing it back to Sam who stuffed them back into the bag and dropped it on the floor.
Castiel met Sam's eyes as the younger man pushed his uneaten slice of pie towards Dean, who made a sound of happiness, before Sam spoke.
"You told Dean that you knew what we were hunting" he stated, his voice low so they wouldn't run the risk of being overheard by someone else.
"I do" he replied. There was a slight silence as the brothers shared a look before Sam looked back towards Castiel, a glimmer of annoyance showing in his hazel eyes.
"Well would you perhaps like to share with us what exactly it is?" Sam suggested.
Castiel considered whether he should answer the question but quickly decided he could. After all part of protecting Dean would be keeping him informed of any dangers which he might otherwise blindly step into.
"It is a fallen" he answered. Dean looked up from his pie, a frown coming to his face causing Castiel to reach out through the connection, sending a wave of reassurance to him. Dean's shoulder sagged, his eyes briefly closing before he opened them again, looking away from Castiel and towards Sam, nervousness and curiosity warring in him.
"The fallen?" Sam replied bluntly "Sure you haven't been watching any Transformers movies recently?" he mocked. Castiel's eyes narrowed as Dean snorted, a laugh escaping him as he looked back down towards his prize, a smile lingering on his face.
"I don't know what that reference means" Castiel answered.
"What are the fallen?" Sam demanded "Some kind of Demon?"
"In a way" Castiel answered, his gaze still fixed on Dean as the man ate, it would appear to anyone who didn't know Dean that he was ignoring every word that was being said around him but Castiel knew that the opposite was true. Dean was listening to everything and taking it all in. He just appeared to be happy to let his brother take the lead on this line of questioning.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance any longer.
"The fallen are creatures that were once Angels but have fallen into darkness. Much like Lucifer did. They aren't demons. Demons are humans who have been twisted and destroy in hell, remade into something much darker and dangerous. Fallen Angels make Demons look like mere child play."
A silence followed his words as both brothers looked at him.
"Angels don't exist" Dean remarked.
"Why do you say that Dean?" Castiel remarked.
"Because we would have seen some proof of them by now" Dean retorted "I don't believe in something I can't see with my own eyes. Demons I've seen, vampires I've seen, werewolves, shapeshifters, Wendigo you name it and I guarantee that we've killed at least one of the bastards if not more but don't sit there and tell us some bullshit story about Angels" Dean said flatly.
"That's your problem Dean" he whispered into his bond mates head, meeting his eyes and keeping the gaze "You have no faith"
Castiel stood up, his movements lazy.
"Come" he said, walking to the door and exiting the building. He walked down the street unsurprised when Sam and Dean appeared at his side.
"Come where" Sam demanded. Castiel looked towards Dean.
"You need to see to believe" he stated softly "So I am taking you there"
"To where?" Dean asked his voice shaky.
Castiel smiled.
"To see the fallen"
Author Note
Yay another chapter finished.
I'm hoping for another update over the weekend but don't hold me to that…
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