Author's Note: HI! XD Welcome to chapter 2 of Useless Hero! I want to thank everyone for their reviews and all of the alerts! It makes me happy to read them. This chapter is going to be Dean's chapter. Dean is going to be confusing. He is a broken man, but he is also Dean. His character is going to annoy me a bit, but bare with me until I get the hang of writing him.

Dean moaned, his muscles ached, and he couldn't see strait. Everything was so blurry. He tried to move, only to gasp out. His body felt like bricks, so heavy. With shuddering breaths he forced himself up and began to rub his eyes, trying to get his eyes to see strait. He didn't know how long he sat there, moving his body – little by little. He didn't want to, he wanted to lie back down and waste away, but his body had such unusual energy, it felt like before he had gone to hell, before that damn deal was made.

He needed to call Sammy. It didn't matter if he was broken, if he was tainted. He needed to protect his little brother; he needed to stop that future chuckles had shown him.

Green eyes scanned the place he was in. It looked like an old church. He shook his head and forced himself to stand, forcing his legs to move. He felt healthy physically, but it seemed that Sam was right – it was mind over matter. Another shuddering breath escaped his lips and he made his way through the door. He looked around, searching for something, anything, to call his brother with.

A small smiled came onto his face as he noticed his baby. He found it slightly easier to walk when he had his baby to look forward to. He opened the door and sat, letting a relieved sigh as he finally sat. His keys were still in the ignition and he turned it, his baby roared to life, and went silent – whoever brought his baby to him left him without gas.

With a growl of frustration he leaned to the side and looked under the passenger seat, pulling out a small box. He opened the box and pulled out a small blackberry. He dialed Sam's number and waited patiently.

"Hello?" Exhausted, worried voice.

"Sammy." Calm, forced.

"Dean?" Man where are you? Are you alright? Why haven't you been answering me?" Frantic, worried, a bit of fear.

"I'm fine Sam. Hear me out. If you're serious about hunting again, meet me at Bobby's in 2 days. Once your with me there is no turning back." Serious, strong.

"Yeah! I'll be there –" Dean ended the call, trying to stop the bile that was raising, food that he didn't remember eating was trying to make its way back up. He hated himself for feeling like this. He was sickened by the thought of being near Sam. It made him want to…. He wanted to hunt his brother, but at the same time he wanted to protect him.

He shifted in his seat, body suddenly feeling heavy once more. With a sigh he opened the door and forced himself up and made his way to the hood of his baby. The one thing that never left him, the one thing that always stayed by his side.

With slight struggle he pulled himself onto the hood and curled into a protective ball, something he hadn't done since he was about 9. His father always said being like this was a sign of weakness. Dean closed his eyes, trying to block out the world, trying to force back his tears.

He had slipped into a light slumber, only to be awakened by his stalker angel. After being pulled to the angel's side he sat tucked there – feeling oddly safe and confused. As the story continued Dean felt his face heat up and his heart beating insanely fast. "So… You're my… My mate?" Dean asked, unsure of what else to say.

Castiel let out another laugh. "Yes. I'm also your alpha. It sounds very animalistic, but now that I am half human, I am half animal as well. My instincts are very overpowering. I keep my mate safe, I must keep my mate health and protect. Even if it's against yourself." Dean twitched and began to try and wiggle out of his place – tucked into his… Mates, side. Cas growled softly and tightened his grip. "Please do not move. If you need something please tell me."

Dean tried to fight against Castiel, but his body only slipped further into Cas' hold, further into his warmth. "I can do things on my own. I don't nee-" Dean was cut off by Castiel's lips on his own. Dean let out a squeak – a very manly squeak, he added mentally. It was a soft kiss, almost re-assuring. Green eyes hid behind eyelids and Dean allowed himself to sink into Cas. The kiss was broken and Dean refused to open his eyes. "You react as a submissive because the grace that I put into you is strong and lays claim on you.

"It's still weird. But, I like this. I guess I don't mind it too much. It's kinda nice…" A sigh escaped his lips before he glared up at Cas. "Don't get use to this. You're lucky I'm just not in the fighting mood. If I was we so wouldn't be here like this." Cas gave him a smile that sent shivers down Dean's spine. He had a sinking feeling that he would be in this position more often than he'd like.

"I called Sam. We have to be at Bobby's in 2 days." Dean said shyly. Suddenly worried about what Cas would say. Later he would think back to this moment and kick himself – Dean Winchester didn't do shy.

Castiel placed a small kiss on Dean's head. "Next time make sure to talk with me before making any decisions. I am fine with it because you made those plans before you knew of your new place. Now sleep." Dean wanted to protest – he really did, but Cas was so warm, and he felt so safe. He hadn't felt this safe since that night. The night he became Sam's mother, father, older brother, and friend.

Eyes closed and a sigh escaped the young man and he drifted back into dream land.

So this is the end of the 2nd chapter. Please leave a review. I hope you enjoyed! XD