A/N:
OK. Another time leap going backwards again, Sorry.
This takes place just before the Angels leave - so just under four years - and Castiel's problems begin so in this Chapter he is still an Angel.
This is based on the dialogue Future Dean shares with Past Dean about not talking to Sam in five years and demanding the Angels take his 'Yes' once it's too late.
Short Chapter this time around - Sorry again.
The news of Sam being corrupt was too much to bare for the surviving Winchester, he'd locked himself away in his cabin, ignoring every knock, voice or breach at the door. He's simply be dead to the outside of the world, it was only when he was sure that everyone was asleep or passed out that he would wake up and scream to Heaven and anyone who would potentially be listening.
"Yes!"
"Come on, you Son of a Bitch!"
"I'll do it! You hear me!?"
"I give my consent!"
"I said, Yes!"
"I chose to be Michael!"
Dean would scream and shout until his voice was a fusion raw and hoarse, even then he'd still try everything he could think of for attention. Once, though it failed he had attempted suicide knowing that he would be saved as Michael needed him as a Vessel but it didn't work - he was far too drunk to tie the knot correctly and he'd passed out with the noose limply lying downwards on his neck. Cas had scolded him hard for it and give Cas credit; all his points were spot on and he understood what Dean was doing but couldn't bare to see his best friend in the deepest abyss to date and Dean made it clear he wasn't attempting to resurface any time soon.
For weeks Dean hollered at the night sky for anyone to listen to him.
"I give my consent!"
I say, Yes!"
"I'll be Michael's sword and meat suit!"
"You hearing me? I said Yes!"
The only reply would be his own echo fading off into nothing. He finally broke and just crumpled to the ground, roaring out what little he had left to give.
Castiel watched from afar, it wasn't the first time nor would it be the last as he continued to watch Dean sink.
"I said Yes. Doesn't that mean anything, anymore?" Dean finally acknowledged Cas who had been standing over him for nearly five minutes
"I'm sorry, Dean. It seems Michael had stopped listening. Most of the Angels have turned their backs on our Father's greatest creation, all in fear of Lucifer
"Bunch of lazy-ass pansy dicks!" Dean yelled upwards "No offence, Cas"
"You've made your remarks about Angels very clear, Dean. Though I believe I am the exception"
"Yeah, besides... You heard me right?"
"I always do, that's why your vocal chords have yet to dissolve with all of your constant shrieking, the Angels do not take kindly to your persistence, Lucifer finds it humorous and I want to keep you safe"
"Well that's gotta count for something?" Dean picked himself off the ground.
"I believe so, Dean. We should return so you can rest"
"Wait," Dean stepped back "don't you need rest?"
"Only on a rare occasion, Dean. I will watch over you and our base of operations" The flutter of wings indicated that Cas had returned that back to their cabin, Dean was already lying down and could feel drowsiness creeping around his eyes and body
"Goodnight, Dean"
"Night, Cas"
Castiel perched himself on the bed's edge "You all elect to turn away, you are no true Angels Brothers and Sisters. The Righteous Man was ready and yet you - as Dean puts it - shoved your heads up your own asses. I am ashamed of all of you"
Castiel felt a nimble grip around his wrist, "Try to rest, Dean. I shall be here when you wake up"
Dean did as he was told, proud of Cas for sticking up to the Angels and for him.
Extra Note:
Still open for suggestions.
Please R & R.