Done for me
"How convenient for me to have everyone, that I'm going to kill, all in the same place," Roman smirked as he dusted off the front of his suit.
"How are you still alive?" Dean questioned through his teeth as his eyebrows furrowed together in anger.
"I have my ways. You should know that by now," he replied with a wink as he stepped closer to the Winchester trio.
John straightened his stance then retrieved his handgun out of the back of his pants. He lifted it to Roman and narrowed his eyes. "The Winchester corporation will continue to take all business concerning the northwest. I will take this as a loss of competition now that you will no longer be in business," he spoke coolly.
Roman chuckled then bellowed as it grew into a full-grown laugh of amusement. "Is that so, John? You forget who holds all the cards right now," he said, calling the older Winchesters bluff.
John frowned sternly but wasted no time in correcting his aim then firing the gun. The loud gun shot rang over the harsh sounds of the wind. I closed my eyes shut tightly when the sound echoed loudly in my ears.
"Cas!" Dean yelled out to me just before my eyes shot open. I fell to the hard, unforgiving ground as an arm clotheslined my neck with a brunt force. The air escaped from my lungs in an instant and I struggled to breathe. My hands wrapped around my neck before I was being forced to stand once again.
The same arms from earlier tightened their hold against me once again. I felt the cool barrel of a gun against my temple and swallowed harshly. My throat stung as I fought against the hold, but it was to no avail. He was stronger than me.
"Again? You know what happened last time," Dean taunted him with a sly smile as he drew his gun as well.
"He's stronger than he looks. It was a simple miscalculation on my part," Roman explained with humor in his voice even though he was steadily holding a deadly weapon to my head. This time, his slip didn't loosen. "It won't happen again," he said sinisterly as he cocked the gun in place, ready to take my life if need be.
Deans eyes showed that he was nervous as his eyes flickered from Romans to mine. His eyes softened slightly as they landed on mine. I parted my lips and mouthed 'I love you' silently. His lips tightened as he nodded once. I smiled gently and looked away.
Even if I were to die today, it would be worth it as it would be for Dean. I knew when I met him that I was prepared to give my life for him. I would follow him anywhere even if that meant to Hell.
They were at a standstill for a few silent minutes. Each one daring the other to make the first move but neither doing so. The wind continued to whip around viciously adding to the deadly tension in the air.
"Do it," John spoke up when he realized his eldest son wasn't going to do anything.
"Dad! How can you say that?" Dean questioned him without taking his eyes off Roman. His voice exhibited anger and betrayal.
"I can say whatever the hell I want. And right now, I'm saying to just kill the poor bastard. If he can't get away now then he was never any use to me in the first place," John replied as if he was annoyed for having to explain himself.
"Dad," Sam attempted to cut in, but John raised a hand to cut him off. Sam immediately lowered his head in obedience.
Roman laughed at the tense family display before him. "So, this is the great Winchester family? Two of daddy's little bitches" he let out another smug bellow.
"Shut up," Dean hissed as his jaw locked from him grinding his teeth too harshly.
"Hm," Roman replied as if in thought, "And arguing over what? Some useless doctor?" He pressed the barrel of the gun harder into my temple, making me squirm in his tight hold.
"I-I'm not useless," I stated although I silently cursed myself for stuttering and sounding weak.
"Oh? I'll humor you. Why do you say that?" Roman questioned me in all his smugness. I couldn't wait to wipe that look off his face.
"Would a useless person lure you to the edge?" Dean answered for me. His smirk was a proud one. We had that way of silently communicating with one another. It was as if we had come to understand one another in a way that showed we were one. We had each other's backs, and nothing would ever come between us.
"What?!" Roman shouted in my ear as the heel of his foot met the ledge. I squirmed even more to push him back even further until he couldn't move a single inch more.
"Push me off this fucking ledge and I'm taking him with me," he threatened with fear ringing loudly in his once calm voice. His grip tightened to a chokehold on me. If we went down, we went down together.
"And shoot Cas, his weight would pull you over the edge when he falls. Looks like you're the one in the dilemma now," Dean replied, not bothering with Romans threats.
"So, what's it going to be?" John questioned his oldest son.
Dean exchanged a dark look with his father before locking eyes with me. I knew he expected me to figure my way out of this fucked up mess, but no ideas were springing to my mind.
I was sick of being the one who needed saving constantly like when the riot at the jail happened. It was Dean who killed the awry patient when he was trying to kill me. Then, once more when we were escaping, he pushed me back and took the reins. I wanted to be of more help. I needed to be of more help. No more hiding behind Dean.
Before I could make my next move, John stepped in front of Dean as anger seeped into his rigid face. "Fuck it. I knew you were weak," he commented towards his son and raised his gun without a second thought.
The shot rang out over the howl of the wind. But this time, I could feel my legs going out as if in slow motion. A sharp pain struck my hip as all my senses started to leave me. I collapsed in a heap onto the concrete below me.
Deans cry sounded louder than the gunshot as he ran towards me. The body heat that surrounded me from Roman's touch was now gone and I knew that he was dead. But I didn't care. I focused on the handsome face in front of me that held my face in his soft but rough hands.
I couldn't hear what he was saying over the ringing in my ears, but I could see the way his eyes watered up. But he was stronger than that. Dean Winchester didn't cry.
Dean slipped his hoodie off and wrapped it tightly around my wound. Little by little, I could feel the pain lessen as pressure was applied to it. Then, my senses started to come back.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Dean was shouting over his shoulder, presumably at his father.
"Don't talk to me that way, boy. I just saved this family's ass. Although, I should've aimed for his head. He isn't who he says he is. It will be easier to just get rid of him now."
"Fuck this family!" Dean shouted back instead of answering him.
"Dean" I breathed out as my lower torso screamed in pain when I attempted to sit up.
"Cas" Dean instantly calmed down while he wrapped his arm around my shoulder to help me sit up.
"That's not his name" John spoke up harshly.
Deans eyes shot over to his father who was now tucking his gun away into the back of his pants then slowly walking over towards us.
"Shut up, dad. You don't know what you're talking about," Dean replied through his teeth.
"Dean," I stopped him and looked at him with wide eyes. I wanted the truth to come from me. I wouldn't be able to bare his father telling him instead. I took a deep breath.
"I'm Jimmy."
Dean chuckled as his eyes searched mine. I could see the emotions run through him quickly. First, humor then disbelief as he realized I was not joking. "What are you saying, Cas?"
I could feel myself growing weak from the loss of blood but forced myself to remain conscious. "Oh, don't give me that look," I attempted to humor him. "I know you know that I am Jimmy Smith. Not Castiel Novak."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you saying that you lied?" Dean asked slowly, trying to come to grips with this new situation.
I laughed out loud at his question. Oh, the irony of Dean Winchester asking someone else if they had been lying. But I was also left feeling confused. I recalled seeing the manila folder in his hand with my real name on it. What could this mean?
"Yes, I lied," I answered eventually. "But, not to you. More like to myself and the world."
Deans eyebrows came together as a look of confusion engulfed his face. So, he really didn't understand what I was saying. Then, that means that those visions in the white room really were from me just going insane. Dean had nothing to do with my past. Absolutely nothing.
"Dr. Castiel Novak. i.e. Jimmy Smith. Born in Pontiac, Illinois to an Anna Novak. Father unknown. Here, he grew up most of his life in poverty. He had straight A's but never participated in extracurricular activities," John began to read out loud as his feet carried him to where Dean and I were.
"One day, Anna goes missing. But Jimmy doesn't report her. She had no one else in her life so her whereabouts remained uncared for until her house mysteriously burned down one night. This is the night Jimmy Smith also goes missing," he continued.
"Stop," I pleaded with him as I attempted to sit up. The sharp pain that took over my hip forced me back down into Deans arms.
"A few months later, Castiel Novak appears. Strange name but unique all the same. He graduates from college and receives his master's then later his Doctorate. And hey, doesn't he look like the kid that went missing in Illinois? No, it can't possibly be him." John smirks then stops in front of us. He bends his knees to be able to look into my eyes.
"It can't possibly be him because everyone knows that Jimmy Smith killed his own mother then staged his own disappearance. And Castiel Novak and Jimmy Smith are not the same person. Right, 'Cas'"?
I turned my head away from him in shame. I knew I didn't kill my mother, but I had no clue what Dean could be thinking right now, and I was too afraid to face him.
"So, this is why you let him stay? To add another soldier to your fucking army?" Dean asked in disgust.
My eyes flew over to him. He didn't sound disgusted at me but with his own father. My heart skipped erratically at the tension building up.
John smirked again and nodded once in confirmation. "Of course. Because anyone that could kill their own mother can do a hell of a lot worse."
Dean frowned and begun to stand as John did the same. They stood silently, eye to eye for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds before I attempted to sit up once again.
I ignored the throbbing pain while holding my hand against the hoodie that was putting pressure on my wound. "You would know wouldn't you, John?" I asked as loudly as I could.
"Seeing as you killed their mother, Mary Winchester."