A/N: Heya viewers! To ensure I update daily, I'm typing this before I go to school (seniors don't have to come to school till noon due to TAKS *fist pumps*). Sorry this chapter is so short; it's mainly just a fluff Destiel moment. I may update again later today, depending on how far I get in writing the fifth chapter. Any mistakes are mine because I'm human! Anywho, thanks to those that reviewed: CandySmile, Maddy Love Castiel, roxxroj, and The Mysterious Shadow!
Alright, enough rambling. You're here to read the story, not listen to my talk xD So let's start!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own any of its characters.
Sam knows something is wrong. Dean always comes back within two hours of leaving-he's been gone nearly four hours. Calling Dean ended up in Sam leaving a voicemail, which was not a good sign. Sam sighs, getting up from the table. He had to get his brother back.
Dean hates being in a cold room with no windows. The only furniture is a steel bed with a single worn mattress.
"Dean, really, this is going to far," Castiel says for perhaps the fifteenth time. "Sam will be looking for you."
"Then let him come here," Dean replies. "He needs to get out of the house anyway. I'm not leaving you."
Castiel looks at Dean sadly, sitting on the mattress.
"What?" Dean asks.
"How can you put up with me, Dean?" The angel asks.
Dean frowns. "What do you mean?" Dean asks, sitting beside Castiel.
"I know you hate being here," Castiel says. "I can see the way you act. So why do you put up with it?"
"To stay with you, what else?" Dean replies.
"But what if this is all for nothing?" Castiel asks, staring at the rusted ceiling. "You would have regrets."
"Cas," Dean says, taking the angel hand, "I don't have any regrets of what I'm doing. I want to you stop thinking that you're a burden because you're not."
"It's so easy when you say it like that," Castiel murmurs, looking at Dean bandaged hand holding his.
Dean doesn't reply, he just stares at Castiel.
"How is your hand?" Castiel asks.
"It's almost healed," Dean replies, unwrapping his bandaged hand. "It really wasn't that bad."
"I still feel terrible about it," Castiel says. The angel holds Dean hand in his, and then a bright light covers Dean's hand. A moment later, Dean withdraws his hand to see the cut completely gone.
"Thank you Cas," Dean says. "You didn't have to."
"I felt like I needed to," Castiel replies, looking up at Dean.
Dean stares back at Castiel, and feels his face get hot after a moment. The door suddenly flew open and both turn their heads to see the doctor from earlier enter.
"Hello," the doctor says, grinning. "Ready for your punishment?"
Dean gulps; he had forgotten about that.
Castiel growls, standing up. "You stay away from him," the angel says, eyes burning.
"You can't stop me," the doctor smirks. "What are you going to do, eat me?"
"That's a possibility," Castiel says lowly, advancing forward. "Get out. Now."
The doctor steps forward. "Tell your patient to stand down," the doctor says to Dean. "Since you can control him, or at least you say you can."
Dean gets up hesitantly. "Cas?" He says, walking to the angel. "I'll be fine, really. Go sit down."
"Dean they can't do this to you," Castiel says, glancing at Dean. "I will not let them hurt my charge."
"His charge?" The doctor says in a mocking tone.
Castiel suddenly lunges forward, slamming the doctor against a wall. "You leave and don't ever come back in here."
The doctor grins, and then opens his mouth wide to reveal a wide mouth with a serphant tongue.
"Leviathan!" Dean gasps. "Cas!" Dean immediately grabs the angel and pulls him away as the Leviathan doctor tries to grab Castiel.
"I'll have fun with eating the both of you," the Leviathan doctor grins. "You can't defeat us."
"We're screwed," Dean mutters, glancing around. There wasn't anything they could use.
The Leviathan suddenly lunges at Castiel and grabs the angel by the neck. "I think I'll eat you first."
"Like hell you will!" Dean yells and punches the Leviathan. The doctor merely smiles and drops Castiel to the ground, who is just staring at the ground in shock.
"Fine," the Leviathan grins. "You first."
Dean backs as far as he can from the Leviathan, but there's not much room.
The Leviathan opens its mouth, preparing to attack when the door opens again.
"Dean!"
A/N: Yeah… I didn't plan on leaving a cliffhanger, but I free wrote this chapter, so this is how it came out ^^;. I'll try to update again today :3 You're reviews really do make my day! Now for something fun.
Random Fact: I absolutely hate wearing shoes in my house, but there is only one pair of shoes I will actually wear in the house.
Until next time! *salutes*