Clash
Superhero AU
Summary: Dean was the only superhero that couldn't physically save anyone. He didn't think he would be thankful for his power until this day
Authors Note: Mental Illness! Castiel is depressed and suicidal, this is not a happy go lucky story! But semi happy ending, if it can be called an ending….prompts welcome in reviews, pm's or at kawkawzombie .
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When the supers had been found it had been a shock to the world, less than 0.0005 percentage of the population was revealed to have mystical or superhuman powers. The Winchester-Campbell line where two of the families that came out in that time. Dean was the only one that still had any spare time, the others were in high demand.
His mother was fireproof, his father unstoppable by anything or one, and his brothers. Sammy, well there weren't words for what Sam was and Dean wondered if that was to help support the clear lack of everything and anything he brought to the table. Adam had multiple powers like his brother but Dean, Dean was another story.
He was boring, just a boring old empathic useless twig. His body had grown up and he was only a few inches shorter than everyone in the family but his mother but he didn't fill in like his brothers and father. He had his mothers body but still male, he looked like he should be in high school or have nerd warning stickers plastered over his body.
He had figured out when he was young he wasn't like others, he had always been able to sense others, always known when it was safe and when to cry, it had just been that way and he figured all kids were somewhat skilled. Dean knew before he could speak what his parents wandering thoughts were, not that he understood them, just flashes but he could see them. It had been old and growing up had been a surprise for everyone when Dean seemed to almost tell the future, he was introduced to Missouri at a young age and was thankful.
He gained control very shortly after meeting her, the fact that he had a teacher was helpful and he was six when he finally mastered control of his current abilities, Sam had already started to show a few talents but nothing like Dean's. No one ever had something like his, it was a first and he had been nervous about what that meant for him. He still was if he thought about it long enough, he had nightmares of men coming and taking him away from the world he had created. It never happened, at least not yet and he settled into his favorite chair as he pulled a book from the pile at random.
He let himself relax, the almost silence of the apartment letting him drop some of his normal walls, music trailed in from the open door to his bedroom and Dean sighed closing his eyes forgetting the book in his lap for the moment as he just let the moment take him over. He could feel the others around his apartment, the couple above, the older woman below, the teenagers to her left and the married couple and their child across the way. Which left the room to the right, it pulled at his attention and he drifted towards it without moving his physical body.
Hate, dislike, fear, endings, these were only a few of the things he felt from the other room, Dean didn't pull away these were not projected outwards but inwards. Dean could understand that feeling and he felt driven to look into this further. He licked his lips and knew that Sam would probably freak out in joy if he ever found out as Dean willingly left the his apartment to seek out another. Of course it wasn't far to go and he knocked on the door before settling into the doorframe to wait.
He didn't have to wait look before heard someone ask what they wanted. "Just to talk, hoping you could help me out." He told him softly sensing he had to be careful this time around he had felt the waves from behind the door before, hell his hands had shook with the feelings radiating outwards. Wood unable to prevent more of the effects to rush over Dean, his body tensing a he felt the need to just end it, finish off what had been started to just let the suffering end. It would be better for all-
"Please, I need to talk to someone." He pleaded knowing that he had taken too much, left one too many walls down and now he had to figure out how to fix it, not just for the soul he had found but for his own. Without anyone to ground him he would ride the emotions of those around him. He licked his lips, "please I don't want to-I just-I can't-you want it so-please please open the door." He knew he was rambling but he didn't want to die, he had something worth fighting for, it had taken awhile to find but he had found it.
"Just one moment," came the voice behind the door and at least it was focused on him and he could breath a little bit, both of them were calming down, focusing on helping the other again and Dean took a deep sigh of relief as the door was opened. Darkness and flickering lights were offered but no human face and Dean shrugged and walked into the small room, he was in it now, so might as well commit to it.
"Thanks for letting me in." Dean said as the door closed and the lights flickered the voice rose from the far corner and Dean turned to face him holding back his shock but feeling some emotions from the man across from the room he had forgotten about over the years. People looked at his family and saw something they wanted to be, something they crave and desired to have. When people had looked at Dean they saw themselves, they wanted to see better. Dean wasn't sure what to do with the surprise, desire, and confusion he feels from the other when their eyes meet.
"What are you?" comes the question and Dean raises an eyebrow taking in the wings for the first time and he blinks. He almost curses but holds himself back.
"Ditto."
END….for now….perhaps….prompts welcome :-D