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Actions Speak Louder Then Words
Chapter 5
Castiel stood in the middle of the room, just outside the circle of oil, and began chanting in Latin to summon the Archangel, Raphael. He paused for a moment and glanced at Dean standing next to him, and then continued chanting.
The sun peeked through the window as Castiel finished, and Dean looked around.
"So where is he?"
"Shh." Castiel glanced around.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them, with almost electric-like blue wings. He was African American with short hair and dark eyes. The blue wings rose above him, crackling with power. The lights in the room suddenly blew out.
"Oh, there he is," Dean muttered.
Raphael grinned as he looked at Castiel. "Hello, Castiel. A pleasure."
Castiel glared.
"I must say, I am surprised to see you after I exploded you all over that Prophet's living room."
"And I must say, I'm not surprised to see that you're as stupid as you look." Dean quickly lit a match, and threw it down onto the circle of oil and it ignited immediately, trapping Raphael inside a ring of fire.
Raphael looked shocked for a moment, then regained his composure. He clapped his hands lightly. "Very good, but you know this won't hold me for long."
"Where is he?" Castiel stepped forward and addressed Raphael.
Raphael smirked. "Are you talking about God, Castiel?"
"Yes. Where is he?"
Raphael gave a hearty chuckle. "He's dead and gone, Cass. For good."
"No! You're lying!" Castiel said quietly.
"Why would God let all of this happen if he were alive?" Raphael gestured to the window. "Think, Castiel. Why would he let the Apocalypse happen? He's gone. He left."
"He can't be!" Dean reached out a hand and placed it on Castiel's forearm, trying to comfort the distressed angel, and Castiel shrugged him off.
"So, he left you in charge, then, is that what you're saying? You bastard!" Castiel said, circling around the other trapped angel. "You think you can do whatever you want?"
"Yes, I do. God's last wishes were for Lucifer and Michael to fight, and restore order. And I'm going to make sure that it happens. And now I know where Michael's vessel is, so I think I'll be giving him that information."
Castiel ran his hands through his hair, angry. "Well, the apocalypse will not happen, Raphael, I will make sure of it. And you will not get Dean. And if God is really dead, I don't believe he would have wanted Lucifer and Michael to destroy the world."
Castiel grabbed Dean's arm. "We're leaving."
"Don't leave me like this, Castiel, it will be the last thing you ever do. I find you, and I will kill you!" Raphael screamed.
But Castiel turned his back on the furious Archangel. Raphael raised his hand, and the window suddenly blew in. Castiel jumped in front of Dean to protect him from flying glass, and he got a face-full himself. He didn't look back, however, but continued dragging Dean out of the house. When they were outside, they could still hear Raphael screaming in fury behind them.
Castiel didn't stop until they reached the Impala that was parked in front of the house. He pulled the door open and fell inside. Dean got in the driver's seat and looked at Castiel carefully.
"Cass, your face..." the angel's face had shards of glass in it, and trickles of blood were running down it. Castiel sighed, closed his eyes, and the wounds disappeared.
"Are you alright?" Dean was worried by Castiel's silence.
"Just drive,"Castiel said hoarsely, and looked out the window.
"Does this mean you're gonna stick around and not do your disappearing trick?" Dean said, starting up the Impala. He could still hear Raphael roaring in the house.
"Dean," Castiel glanced at him with desperation in his voice. "How could God be dead? I didn't know that was possible."
"Cass, do you believe he's dead?" Dean said, his voice hard. He didn't like seeing Castiel like this; beaten, broken.
"No, I don't want to, but Raphael said..."
"Are you really gonna listen to that bastard, Cass? Why even trust him? We'll find God. I'll help you find him."
"I can't ask you to do that, it's dangerous." If Dean was hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.
"Yeah, and when has my life ever been safe? I'm gonna help you."
"Thank you, Dean." He knew there was no sense in arguing with Dean when he had made up his mind.
Dean reached out and gripped Castiel's hand tightly inside his. "I'll stay with you. You don't have to do everything, alone, you know. I've learned that the hard way."
"I didn't die, Dean." Castiel suddenly gave a small smile, looking at his hand inside Dean's.
"What? I know you didn't, you're right here..." Dean said, clearly confused at the abrupt change of subject.
Castiel leaned toward him and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "You said you didn't know what you would do if I died. Now that I survived, do you know what you're gonna do?"
Dean stared at the angel; his lips felt like they were on fire where Castiel had touched them. A loud honking made him look back at the road; he had swerved into the opposite lane, and he pulled the wheel to force the car back into the correct lane.
"Cass, don't do that when I'm driving. It's distracting."
"Is that a good thing?" Castiel said slyly.
"Not when I'm driving, no." Dean said, trying to sound gruff, but a smile played across his face.
"Can I do it when you're not driving?" Was this how humans felt when they were in love? Like a floating, relaxing feeling, but still with an intense hunger to be with that person you love?
Dean sighed. He was having a hard time getting used to this new love-sick Castiel. "Calm down, Cass. Are you going through puberty, or something? Can angels even go through puberty?" Dean looked thoughtful for a moment, pondering this, but Castiel didn't answer. Instead, he glanced back out the window, hurt by Dean's words.
Dean noticed Castiel's silence, and whacked his shoulder lightly. "Will you stop being all moody? I didn't mean anything by that. Now stop."
They drove in silence for a while until they reached a small, rundown motel. "I know you don't sleep, Cass, but I'm human, and I've been up all night, so I need a few winks."
Dean entered the parking lot and parked the Impala. He got out, and Castiel followed him. He did a double-take.
"You don't have to come, you know. I'm going to be sleeping, not working."
Castiel shrugged. He didn't have anywhere to go now, since Dean was going to help him search for God. "I don't have anywhere else to go."
"Fine," Dean sighed and entered the office. He paid for a room for two, and took the key and room number. Castiel followed him to the room.
Dean threw his coat on a chair, and pulled his boots off before hopping into one of the twin beds in the dingy room. Castiel sat gingerly on the other bed, and watched Dean pull the blankets up over himself. Dean sighed, and closed his eyes. Castiel continued to watch him. After a minute, Dean opened his eyes and peeked at Castiel.
"Stop that. I can't sleep when you're staring at me like that."
"What am I supposed to do?" Castiel asked. There was nothing for him to do in this bare, dull room.
"Lay down, or stare out the window or something."
Castiel got off his bed, walked over to Dean's and laid on top of the blankets beside him.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Dean sat up and looked down at the angel.
"You said lay down."
"Yeah, over there!" Dean pointed at the opposite bed.
"I do not understand, you share beds with women you just met, but you want me to lay over there when we're friends."
Dean mentally slapped himself in frustration; he didn't feel like explaining anything right now, he was exhausted. "Fine, you can stay there. Happy now?"
"Yes, I am."
Dean turned over so he wasn't facing Castiel. It felt strange to have someone this obsessed with him. He supposed Cass always felt like that about him, but he obviously couldn't show it until now. And it had built up, and now Cass was just, well, annoying. "Just be quiet."
Castiel smiled up at the ceiling as he listened to Dean breathing; eventually he started snoring, and then Castiel listened to that, too.
When Dean woke a few hours later, he opened his eyes to find Cass standing above him, staring at him. He jumped up, startled as Castiel's large, blue eyes stayed on him.
"Don't DO that!" Dean said, feeling his heart pounding unpleasantly in his chest from the shock.
"What? I was merely waiting for you to awaken, so that we could plan our next move." Castiel stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but remember that talk we had about personal space? It is still in effect, no matter whatever we are right now."
"What do you mean, whatever we are?" Castiel asked, confused. What was Dean talking about? He thought everything was settled now. It was him and Dean, together.
"Cass," Dean rubbed his neck, which was stiff from sleeping. He still wasn't absolutely sure what he felt here, although he did know that he loved Castiel, but not sure in what way. "Let's just give this some time. It still weirds me out a little."
Castiel dropped to his knees beside the bed and looked up at Dean. He felt that familiar frustration creeping back into him. He wanted Dean, and Dean had said that he liked Cass, too, so what was he talking about? "I thought you felt the same. You told me that you wouldn't know what to do without me, Dean! And now you're acting strange. Did you mean that you just would not know what to do if I was not there to help you with my angelic power?"
"No, Cass, that's not what I meant, I just don't know, okay?" Dean stood up, and started gathering his things.
"Dean!" Castiel was suddenly standing behind him, and he jumped again.
"What?" Dean said angrily, and spun around to face the angel. A shadow of hurt fell over Castiel's face and Dean immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, just don't push me, okay? I've never been good with relationships, and you're my best friend. If it doesn't work, then what will happen to us? Just let's go slow, alright?" Dean reached out and gripped Castiel's arm tightly.
"And I am glad you're not dead." Dean said softly. "Nothing would be the same without you."
Castiel leaned forward and quickly kissed Dean before he could react. "Thank you, Dean. I am sorry if I am being a bit pushy, but know that I truly care about you."
Dean felt himself relishing the kiss that Castiel had just given him, and suddenly he wanted to kiss Cass back, but there was work to do. There was God to find, and a world to save. And maybe in between there would be time to figure out what exactly was going on with them, if Castiel just let him think.
"Yeah, I know, Cass." Dean released Castiel's arm. "Now, what are we going to do next?"
I know that isn't the same way they summoned Raphael in the show, but hey, this is Fanfiction. So, Dean is still having trouble thinking of him and Cass as a couple, and with good reason.. they're friends and almost like brothers. Can he overcome this? We'll have to see!
Ooooooh! I just finished watching Season 7 this morning! I love crazy-Cass! I actually went and bought seasons 1 through 6 last week. I'm so obsessed with Misha!
Anyway, enough about me being in love with Misha. As always, please review, it's much appreciated, and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon.
Happy Misha-daydreams,
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