Cursed to Fall
A Destiel FanFic by The Broken Castiel and FlyHighDandelion
Chapter Four: "Chamuel's Cup"
Suggested Playlist for this chapter:
Build me up from Bones - by Sarah Jarosz
Just One Yesterday - by Fall Out Boy
Heaven Knows - by The Pretty Reckless
Lost Boy - by Troye Sivan
"Yes I can tell that the bond is getting worse." Castiel agreed with a light sigh as he placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and zapped them to the burial chamber in Ethiopia. Once there he looked around. "It's here, I can sense its power."
Trying not to pay attention to the smell, Dean started walking around the room looking for the item when he felt an imperfection on the floor level. He got down to his knees and started tracing a line on the floor with his fingers. "Cas I think I got it, I found a trap door." Dean then forced the trap door open causing a loud creak and revealing the horn of Gabriel. He tried to lift it but it was heavier than it looked so he ended up handing it to Castiel.
"Thank you Dean." Castiel whispered quietly staring into his green eyes as took the horn from Dean.
Logically, Dean knew this was all about the bond the heavenly weapon had created... but nothing had prepared him for the wave of emotion. He was a tough guy, feelings were for chicks and kids, he had grown up in the life of a hunter, always moving from place to place, no lasting friends, no lasting memories attached to a specific location where he had been happy, however briefly. All that ran through his head and crashed into the bond, revealing that part of him that had always wanted shelter, a chance at a normal life. He would of course shake it off, go back to being the tough guy, but for a moment he wavered, and didn't let go of the horn, as if letting it go would break a connection.
Castiel for that moment felt what Dean was feeling as it surged through the bond. "Dean, it's alright." He assured him and put his free hand on Dean's shoulder while his other hand was on the horn.
"No... No, I know" Dean said snapping out of it and letting go of the horn looking away. He wasn't used to all of these feelings that the bond was creating and it caused him to feel embarrassed.
"No need to feel embarrassed, it's just from the bond." Castiel told him, still able to feel his emotions. He could tell that the bond was getting stronger but he didn't mind.
"Cas, let's go back to Bobby's." Dean said finally looking back at Castiel. "We're just sitting ducks here" He said after a moment and prepared to be zapped. Dean wondered if they would go on to find more heavenly weapons or work on breaking their current bond.
"Let me first take this to Balthazar, I'll be right back." Castiel promised before going off to Heaven with the horn. Once he was there he walked over to Balthazar, "I found the Horn of Gabriel."
Balthazar looked over at Castiel and took the horn. "Ah Cassie, there you are. I was wondering if you had gotten lost on Earth."
"No, I've just been looking for more of Heaven's weapons."
"Speaking of Heaven's weapons there's been a rumor going around about Chamuel's staff.
You wouldn't happen to know about that would you?"
"I… I may have some idea about it." Castiel said after a few moments.
"Ah so you and your pet did mess around with it."
"He isn't my pet Balthazar."
"Right, forgot. He's just your significantly bonded other. My bad."
"We're going to find a way to break the bond. It's just going to take some time."
"I don't happen to like the Winchesters and if you're bonded to Dean I'll have to protect him. Luckily for us I know what you need to find in order to break the bond."
"What do I have to find?" Castiel asked instantly. While he didn't mind the bond it was mainly an inconvenience.
"Chamuel's cup, it's the only thing that can destroy the bond."
"Of course… But it's been missing for over 1,000 years. It will be hard to find. Thank you Balthazar."
"Anything to help with meaning you're not connected with that Winchester. It's not good news for anyone really."
Castiel then appeared back in the burial chamber. "It turns out that there's a weapon of Heaven that will undo the bond, but the weapon has been lost for at least 1,000 years."
"Awesome!" Dean said sarcastically, "So what do we do now? look for it?"
"Rumor in Heaven has already spread about the staff so Raphael will be looking for the Cup of Chamuel as well so we'll need to be cautious."
"Well we better get going then. He's probably already started looking for it." Dean wouldn't admit it but he was starting to fear that the bond was going to be used against them. As a human he was more fragile than Castiel, and no matter how good of a hunter he was, if he died the angel would go down with him. Dean wasn't going to let that happen.
Castiel then placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and zapped them back to Bobby's. "Dean I can sense that you're tired, the bond is making me feel tried as well. You should to get some rest."
"How do you even know what tired feels like?" Dean asked with a low chuckle. "You don't sleep." He had to admit to himself though, Castiel was right. He was indeed very tired; it had been a long day. "I'll go lay down for a while." He then walked to one of the rooms in Bobby's house, and closed the door behind him. He wanted to sleep, but he knew the moment he was left alone with his ideas that it was not going to be possible... even then, he tried.
While Dean left the room Castiel decided to make himself invisible and follow after him into the room. For some reason he felt the need to protect him while he slept, and that meant watching him. He never understood how watching someone sleep was a weird thing. Then again there were a lot of human things he didn't understand.
Dean turned around in bed, as if he were uncomfortable, trying to find the right position. His eyes would close, then open, then close again... unable to sleep. Exasperated, he sat on the edge of his bed... he sighed, annoyed. "Freakin' bond... can't sleep if I'm thinking of him like this... this is BS." He said to himself, his voice but a whisper. He kicked back, and lied on the bed with his arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His eyes looked tired.
Castiel walked over then put two fingers on Dean's forehead, allowing him to go into a peaceful slumber.
Dean woke up feeling amazing and refreshed. He hadn't had a dream like that in ages. After a moment he lifted up the blanket and realized he just had a dream about Cas. He instantly jumped up and headed to take a nice cold shower.
After he finished taking a shower and getting dressed he headed downstairs and into the kitchen. "I'm ready to look for Chamuel's Cup." Dean announced as he opened the fridge for a beer and some food.
"Good morning Dean." Castiel greeted him then handed him a paper bag which held a bacon cheeseburger and some fries.
Dean jumped at hearing Castiel's voice and instantly felt embarrassed, he couldn't shake off the dream he had recently had.
"Once you finish earing we'll look for the weapon. Also I checked on Sam, he's still the same."
After a few moments of Dean looking around awkwardly he started chowing down on the hamburger like there was no tomorrow, and even groaned a little. That was one amazing burger, "Where did you get this?" He asked with a mouth full and kept stuffing it more without waiting for an answer.
"I got it from a restaurant." Castiel said simply.
He tried not to think about Sam, it was terrible but it would have to wait. Once this was over he'd take care of his little brother and they'd get out of the woods together. Still eating Dean mumbled, "Okay so where to now?"
"Since the Cup of Chamuel has been lost for over 1,000 years there's no clues of where to start searching for it. It was probably lost in history and may not be known as the Cup of Chamuel today."
They began looking in books to find out where the cup was last sighted and if there were any clues of where it currently was. After a few hours they finally found a cup that matched the description of Chamuel's Cup. Finally, after some phone calls to the right people and some promises of future help to others, they were able to trace the cup down to its last known owner alive. It was an old antiquarian from Texas. Though he didn't have it anymore Dean knew he might be able to throw some light into its current whereabouts.
Castiel then put his hand on Dean's shoulder before zapping them to the antiquarian's home.