A/N: Here's chapter 11, Chapter 12 will be in the next couple of days when I have some free time. All mistakes are mine. Please review/give feedback.
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Angelic Ever After
Chapter 11
The fury of Castiel's quickly died after the first several hours of being carried. Now, he was bored and trapped with his feathery prison with nothing to occupy his time. His blue eyes roamed over the white appendages, mildly curious about Dean's coloring. It was rare that Angel's had pure white coloring after all.
Out of boredom, Castiel roamed his fingertips lightly over the reachable tips. He tilted his head sideways as feathers twitched at him, almost begging for him to touch more. And he did just that. Though, instead of lightly caressing the tips, he plunged his hand in the softness.
Running his fingers with grain and down to where the smaller, finer feathers emerged from the back. When curiosity drove him to pet those finer feathers, Castiel was suddenly thrown backwards, landing hard on his buttocks when he landed on solid ground.
The bright orange sun blinded his blue eyes until he blinked, than he was met with a flushed Dean, who growled, "Don't touch my wings!"
Then the Angel stomped off, leaving a confused Castiel behind just as Gabriel and Benny approached. Their conversation quickly silenced when their eyes landed on him. Castiel jabbed a finger in the direction that Dean disappeared to as he picked himself from the ground.
Benny quickly passed him, leaving Gabriel behind. The shorter man remained silent as Castiel adjusted his blue tunic and picked fluffy down feathers from his clothing. When Castiel deemed himself tidy, Gabriel asked, "So what did you do?"
"What makes you think I did anything?" snapped Castiel in an aggravated tone. "For a second, can you believe that he would let me go?"
Gabriel snorted, "Not in this lifetime bucko. So tell me, what did you do? Or am I going to have to guess?"
Castiel was silent for a minute before replying, "I may have touched his wings."
The shorter man shrugged, as if he wasn't too surprised, before asking, "So where did you touch him?"
Castiel blinked, "What?"
Gabriel shook his head, acting like he was talking to a child, "Well, you know that some Angels find their wings a hot-spot right?"
The brunette man was quiet as he gathered the information inside his head, "You are insinuating that I grazed over a erogenous zone?" he asked carefully.
Gabriel nodded, clearly happy about his small victory and Castiel groaned into his hands, "I must apologize."
"Nope," replied Gabriel. "That probably wouldn't be a good idea now."
"And why not?" inquired Castiel. "Dean must know it was a misunderstanding."
A fire pit appeared when Gabriel snapped his fingers. Shaking his gold locks, Gabriel repeated, "It just wouldn't be a good idea."
When Castiel opened his mouth to protest, Gabriel continued, "You're going to be stubborn ass about this aren't you? The first reason is that a turned on Angel tend to get a little wild. I know by experience. But the reason being, it's almost sundown."
"What?!" cried Castiel as he looked for someplace to hide. Then there was a snap, and a small, well-built, brightly colored shack appeared out of nowhere. Castiel turned appreciatively to Gabriel before fleeing away for the night.
"You're welcome baby bro," chimed Gabriel before snapping his fingers again. This time, gram crackers, chocolate and marshmallows appeared. He grabbed a stick from the ground and impaled a marshmallow on it. The golden haired trickster happily cooked his marshmallow to make smores as he waited for the other members of their party.
"Dean?" questioned Benny as the sun quickly set around them, overcasting the shadows of darkness within the trees. "What happened brotha'?"
"Nothing," came Dean's voice, closer than Benny expected. The blond Angel stepped out of a parting in the trees and stood in front of the vampire.
"It didn't seem like nothing," stated the vampire. Dean shrugged his shoulders, "It was nothing but a 'sheltered moment'. I should've hand more control over myself, probably scared the crap out of Cas."
"Want to share with the class Dean?" asked Benny, which earned him a small chuckle from Dean.
"Now you're getting it," praised Dean, smiling. Then he shook his head, "Nah, I'm good, I just want to-" before Dean could finish his sentence, there was movement to the left and the right. There was movement everywhere. They were surrounded.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" hissed a male voice that made Dean visibly flinch. His throat swallowed hard as Azazel stepped out from the shadows and into the moonlight. "Dean? Is that you? I thought I recognized your voice from miles away."
Then the other man glanced around, looking for something, "Tell me Dean. Where is your beloved brother? I wish to see him again."
"Azazel," growled Dean as anger, hatred and the desire to kill pooled into his very being, "Don't even talk about my brother!"
Benny watched as the other man shrugged his shoulders playfully, toying with Dean, "Did I hit a sore spot? Was little Sammy boy kidnapped from his big, dumb brother?"
"What do you know!?" shouted Dean. "Where's Sam?"
Azazel grinned, his yellow eyes flashing. He was pretending to play innocent, like he didn't know the obvious answer. Although, it was written all over his face when he asked, "Who's Sam again?"
Dean growled and took a step forward, then echoes of recognizable clicks bounced around them. Shiny arrows of loaded crossbows were fixed on them. Dean retreated his step, as he barked, "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO SAM IS! NOW GIVE HIM BACK!"
Azazel snorted, "The only way I'll return your precious brother to you is in pieces!" Then the older man threw something at Dean, which landed by his feet with a heavy thud. "What's this?" questioned Dean suspiciously as he picked up the foreign lump with his hands.
Chortles of laughter croaked around them, as Azazel smiled and replied, "I would think that you would recognize it when you saw it. Look harder."
Dean trained his eyes at the mysterious lump in his hands. It was a matter of seconds before Dean dropped it angrily. "You!" growled Dean viciously. "I'll kill you!"
Massive white wings burst from his back, flapping madly at the surrounding men. They flew backwards with sudden screams into the trees. Benny, still unaware of the objects identification took care of the other, more determined men. Dean rushed Azazel, who clearly underestimated Dean's wrath.
There was a sharp sting to his back as Dean flapped his wings again, sending the twisted yellow eyed man falling onto his back. Dean stomped to him and pulled the Colt form his belt. Aiming the gun at Azazel's head, Dean whispered, "This is for Sammy, you son of a bitch!"
The gun blasted a bullet through the chamber, and it pierced through the sick man's head instantly. As the bullet ignited a fire within Azazel's corpse, Dean returned the Colt to his belt before making his way to the lump that he dropped. He fell to his knees, and a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Dean whirled around, aiming the Colt automatically at Benny with wet sage eyes.
Before Benny could question, Dean explained softly, "Angels have sensitive wings, but it takes great force to even hurt them or to even break them. It takes an even greater force to dismember a piece."
"Are you saying-" started Benny, then Dean interrupted, "Yea, it's Sammy's."
"Is he?"
"Dead?" offered Dean sadly. "No, but a part this big from our wings. He suffered, a lot." Then Dean sighed, "Sam won't fly again."
His world spun as the words left his mouth. Everything inside felt numb, even breathing ached. Dean was unfazed when he fell all the short distance down to solid ground. What Dean couldn't see was his body turning an ugly shade of sickly blue, then turning green. Benny scooped the immobile Angel into his arms and ran back in the direction that they came from.
"Gabriel!" shouted Benny, making the shorter man momentarily choke on his smore. His golden eyes landed on Benny and Dean, who looked horrid.
"What happened to him?" asked Gabriel as Benny gingerly placed Dean on the ground.
"We ran into some of his old friends. He must have gotten injured somehow," replied Benny.
"Some friends," muttered Gabriel as he eyed Dean over. When his fingertips hit something warm, Gabriel pulled his hand away. In the moonlight, his fingertips were stained with dark black. In the day, the color would have been red.
"Benny. The wound is coming from his back," stated Gabriel.
"Can't you snap your fingers?" snapped the vampire. "He's going to bleed out."
Gabriel shook his head, "I can't. I'm only a trickster. It takes an Angel to heal another Angel."
"So Dean is going to die?" questioned Benny.
"No. He's not. Go get Castiel," stated Gabriel, pointing to the pink and blue shack.
"What does he-" started Benny, when Gabriel snapped, "If you want to save Dean, then go get Castiel!"
Benny's mouth snapped closed and he stomped by the shorter man, who was kneeling at Dean's listless body. He stopped when something strong clamped onto his wrist. Benny glared at Gabriel when they locked eyes. "Don't tell anyone of what you will see or else," stated the Trickster calmly but his eyes bubbled with a threat.
The vampire ripped his wrist from Gabriel's grasp before storming up to the shack. His fist pounded on the door, shaking the foundation. The anger that flowed through him melted as soon as the door opened; revealing a beautiful, long-haired woman with stunning blue eyes. Benny's eyes landed on the feathery black wings that rustled slightly as he gasped, "Castiel? You're a-"
"Why are you here?" snapped Castiel in a feminine voice. "Did Dean tell you?"
"No. He didn't tell me anything. Gabriel sent me, Dean needs help," stated the vampire as he glanced over his shoulder to Gabriel and Dean. "He's badly injured."
Castiel shoved Benny aside and briskly walked over to Gabriel, who was preventing anymore blood loss. "What happened?"
"I don't know Cassie. Benny said that they bumped into some old friends," replied Gabriel.
"Some friends," muttered Castiel, as he knelt beside Gabriel to assess Dean's injuries.
"That's what I said!" exclaimed Gabriel.
"The wound on his back..."stated Castiel. "It was made with dark magic."
"Can you fix it?" asked Benny.
Castiel nodded, "I can, but to do so, I must touch it."
"Touch it?" questioned Benny.
Castiel nodded, "Touch it."
"Touch what Cassie?" inquired Gabriel.
"His grace."
"So he needs to be touched by an Angel?" smiled Gabriel, smothering his giggles underneath his hand. Benny and Castiel glared at him, wordlessly stating that now wasn't the time to make jokes. Gabriel sighed in defeat, before asking, "So how do you touch his grace?"
"Very gingerly," replied Castiel. "It will be painful for him, if both of you could hold him down."
When Castiel sat a hand on Dean's abdomen, preparing to touch his grace, another hand landed on his. To Castiel's, Gabriel's and Benny's surprise, Dean's hand had moved on its own accord and his green sage eyes stared at Castiel.
"Blue?" choked out Dean, gruffly, "Cas, is that-"
Then Castiel started. A golden yellow light blinded everyone in the deep woods for several seconds that felt like hours. Benny and Gabriel abandoned their posts of pinning down Dean limbs, instead they opted to cover their eyes with their arms. The light grew into heat, and then finally nothing.
In the darkness of the woods, and only by the campfire light, Gabriel saw Castiel's panting, sweating form. Their eyes met when Castiel spoke, "I never want to do that again." Gabriel nodded and rushed to Castiel before the weakened Angel passed out completely.
"Thank you. Both of you," stated Benny as he trained his eyes away from the wonderous beauty in front of him. "Dean owes you his life."
"He owes me nothing," whispered Castiel as he rested on Gabriel for support as they slowly walked to the small shack. Benny nodded and stared back at the fire, wondering when Dean was going to stir. Benny turned his back to them to ask, but they were gone.
"I'll take first watch then," said the vampire to nobody.
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