It's really cool to compare the reviews for Blue and Green against my other stories. I swear there's something about Destiel fans.. they always use the word 'Love'. I love this.. I love that.. It's really interesting. And absolutely makes me smile. Thank you to everyone who shows their support.
Anna gently tapped her hand against Castiel's face. She felt the ever present stubble scratch lightly against her.
"I don't like this," Dean grumbled. He looked at the unconcious man. His face appeared serene in sleep. So far from the stern expression he first saw. "Can't the guy outside appear any minute? And this one," He gestured to Castiel's form, "Found us so damn quick. How'd he hear Sammy?" Dean's questions began to flow like water. He's trying to help Anna, but there's only so much he could do without information.
"1. Not with these binding handcuffs, it cuts them off from their power the same way it cuts you off. 2. His name is Castiel. 3. I don't know how he responded so quick. We need to wake him up and figure out why they are here for me."
"You need to come home." Castiel slurred. The sound of her voice roused him. This pain was so familiar now. Not any less crippling, just familiar. He tried to raise his hand to his injured head, and found himself restrained. He tried to reach out to Uriel, but couldn't feel anything but himself, his power dissipated. "Why am I bound?"
"Precaution," Dean cut Anna's response off. "We're gonna need to know what you plan to do with Anna."
"I am not going to do anything to her. Anna doesn't belong here. She belongs with family." He turned to Anna now, "I couldn't flash to you. Why?"
She saw pain line his expression, as though being unable to reach her somehow hurt him. "Cassy." She sighed, dropping to her heels so her face was level with his. "It's not safe for me there. Michael does not have my best intentions in mind."
Castiel leaned forward, straining a little. "You've changed." He analyzed everything he could and slowly his eyes went wide. "That's why I can't reach you. You've changed. Even your eyes."
Anna stopped him, "I'm better now. Honestly, I'm at peace. I found a balance between the two forces. There can be harmony." Castiel believed her. She has gained the tranquility, and balance that he himself sought. It was apparent.
Dean saw her smile slowly before reaching forward and resting her fingers on his forehead. He sagged in relief and relaxation at her touch. The two shared a moment of understanding. In his mind Castiel re-aligned the image he had of Anna. He trusts her enough to heal him, and he trusts her good intentions.
"Did I just witness something I shouldn't have?" Dean asked, from his perspective, that appeared rather intimate. Simultaneously Castiel responded, "I understand now," while Anna replied, "He's healed."
'Yeah, 'cuz that makes much more sense.' The urgency for time stopped him from complaining again. Which worked well because just then a groan floated across the room. All three sets of eyes turned. Castiel noticed, for the first time, a massive form barely able to fit on one of the two twin beds. The man was tall with a mop of brown hair. His forehead was damp with sweat.
Another groan issued from him, this time louder and laced with pain. The man remained asleep despite the discomfort. "Is he okay?" He felt stupid asking, because obviously something was wrong. Anna bit her lip and Dean looked moody at the question.
"He's recovering. We are helping him. " The red headed woman looked up at her brother and changed the subject, "Cassy, there's something happening in this city." She walked behind him and began to undo the handcuffs. Castiel felt the magical bond lift.
"The hell are you doing? Letting the guy free?" Dean clearly saw him as a threat.
"Yes," And to Castiel she said, "There's a cult here. It's growing. I think Michael knows, and somehow wants me involved." She paused to help him stand, "Castiel, I think this is something big." Her eyes, now so beautiful, were swimming with concern and earnest.
Castiel felt it was time for him to say his part, but he was hesitant to show his hand. She spoke encouraging words, "I know you've felt doubt. You doubt Michael is speaking for our Lord. You doubt the intentions of your brothers and sister. You hear hushed words, and hallow prayers. I know you doubt. I know. And it's okay."
"I will give you time to show me. To allow that we must dispatch of Uriel. He will not leave me, so long as I am alive."
Anna's smile tripled in size. "The cuffs. He won't be able to find you."
"You know I despise these abominations." Dean made a face. Abominations is a strong word to use. Castiel speaks as though he is from another time. His language expresses more emotion than his own face does.
"You have to trust me," She pleads.
"Prove it to me. Prove it to me that I can trust you." Hastily she grabbed the hunting knife out of Dean's jacket. She grit her teeth and slashed her wrist open, tearing the precious artery apart.
"Woah! Woah, Anna! What the hell are you doing?!" Dean immediately removed the knife from her grip, and tried to apply direct pressure to the injury.
"Stop." She pulled away and approached Castiel, her eyes steady and certain. "Heal me. I trust you. I believe in you Castiel."
Power exploded in Castiel's chest. His eyes glowed with it. He needn't even control the energy. Before his skin touched her, his Grace flowed out to reach her injury. She trusted him so deeply, his body was filled with it. It was only a few moments before she stood there, whole and healed. With no purpose anoymore the power dissipated quickly. The rush still remained. Adrenalin seeped into his blood. It was wonderful.
That was proof enough for him. Lightheaded from the power flux, he snatched the cuffs and put them on himself. Again Castiel was trapped within' his body. At least this way was more comfortable, hands infront of himself and loose enough to allow some movement.
Anna looked to Dean, "I'll tell Uriel that Cassy is dead, and make it appear as though I am fleeing the city. Stay here. Protect them."
Dean's alpha male ego began to rear itself when Anna flashed away. "Fine," Dean barked angrily at thin air. "You get ten minutes Anna!" He shouted, though she could no longer hear him. Castiel sat himself down again. He still felt light headed though it no longer had anything to do with chemicals. He was really doing this; he was actually disobeying. The instability he felt at the airport back home must have been a shock wave from this moment. He was actually doing this. His legs were shaking slightly, but a part of his soul needed answers. He can't keep living life with blinders on.
Strained silence ticked by before Dean couldn't take it anymore, "Cassy, huh?" He turned to the disgruntled Blue Eye.
The man made a complicated face. Annoyance, surprise, and resignation all bundled together as he responded, "It is Anna's endearment for me."
"How about I call ya Cas?" He stared at Dean, assessing the new nickname. His silence stretched a little too long and Dean began to shift uncomfortably. "Alright Cas. How's about you tell me what the fuck just happened between you and Anna," Dean sat on the edge of the occupied bed. Castiel sat with perfect posture on the wooden chair.
"A blue eye can heal anyone who trusts in them." He laced his fingers together comfortably, ignoring the cuffs. He had the appearance of a teacher talking to a pupil.
"So you two trust one another?" Castiel nodded gravely. "And so why couldn't you 'flash' to her before?" Dean had only a vague gist about blue eye abilities from Anna. He'd never actually sat down and had a conversation about it.
"In order to flash somewhere you have to know the place or the person. I knew her before. She's changed drastically. Her very core has developed into something new." Castiel's brow knit slightly, and he tilted his head as though struggling with his thoughts. "But she is still very much the same. In any case, I can reach out to her now."
"And this Uriel thug?" Dean stood and began to pace the room.
"He's our brother. He's.. dangerous." Cas chose not to elaborate.
"So you're all related?" In his head Dean compared their physical appearances. Shit didn't add up.
"Yes. Our family is extensive. Though Anna, Uriel and I are all distant cousins by blood, once we pledge ourselves to the church, we become brothers and sisters." Castiel's deep voice held no infliction. The concept of family and loyalty has been drilled into him, the weight of it like shackles. A concept he began to challenge.
"You're a priest?" Disbelief coloured his voice. Dean would have taken this guy for a soilder. Or a tax accountant. Or both.. Castiel is a difficult man to assess.
"Yes. Does this surprise you?"
Dean starts to pace, though his steps are uneven. His thoughts affecting him physically. "So... you do the church's taxes or somethin'?"
"This - this was impromptu." Castiel lifted the edge of his trenchcoat up, inspecting his disheveled appearance. The man on the bed moaned again, loudly. Guilt shot through Castiel. He'd been engrossed in his conversation with Dean, and forgot there was an ailing man only a few feet away. "What is wrong with him?"
"He's like Anna. He's Hazel eyes." Another pained cry filled the room. "Anna had to do this too. We just let them ride out the changes in their body." Dean's expression changed as the looked at the man. A kind of protective love shone through his bravado.
"Are you two a couple?" Tact never was Castiel's strong point.
"What? No, no man." Dean walked further away from the bed and looked nervous.
"I am not one to judge, Dean. There is nothing wrong with-"
Dean raised his voice, "No! Jesus, he's my little brother. That's Sammy."
Castiel dismissed the blasphemous term, and approached the bed to look at it's occupant. There was something of a family resemblance. Though that may just be the stubborn way they both had their jaw clenched. He reached his hand out. Dean took a step forward as though to protect his brother, and stopped. The priest laid his hand upon Sam's forehead and felt the fever burning beneath the skin. Without words Castiel began to tend to him. There was a cloth and water basin within' reach, so he partook. After wetting the cloth, he applied the cool water against Sam's forehead and cheeks.
Sam made a murmur and quivered. A pleasant change from the pained noises earlier. Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing. The only other person who'd been this unquestionably kind to him and his brother was Bobby. Hell, the dude was still in hand cuffs.
"It's been ten minutes." Castiel spoke, slowly going through the motions of soothing Sam. Both men knew ten minutes was a long time in a fight and both felt uneasy. Dean moved first and grasped the door handle. A breeze ruffled his short hair and he asked aloud "Anna?"
In the center of the room she materialized. Blood dripped from her lip. She couldn't seem to put her weight on her right leg and immediately her eyes rolled back into her head. Too fast for anyone to catch her, she collapsed.
"Oh, easy now." Dean consoled her as he and Cas worked in tandem to lay her across the second bed.
"He's gone. Thinks you're dead. Ahhh! Safe." As the words passed her lips, she fell unconscious. Castiel immediately held his hands out to Dean. The restriction was lifted and Castiel began to emanate light as he drew all of his power together. He focused on pushing everything through the palms of his hands. Castiel could tell, in the idle part of his brain, that he was lighting the entire room.
Dean had to block his eyes. It was so damn pure, and beautiful. Just standing near Cas made him feel unclean. When the light faded Dean looked upon Anna again. She was breathing steady. Castiel was slumped over as exhaustion took him. Dean looked around with survivours' guilt. Everyone in the room was defenseless, aside for himself. 'Time to get Bobby.' He decided.
Dean checked Anna over quickly. Her pulse was strong. He was no longer spitting up blood. And the injured leg appeared to be a closed wound. Castiel had a strong pulse, and Sam was the same as he's been all day. Sweaty and unhappy. He repositioned his knife and drew his pistol. Dean locked the room and proceeded down the hallway. As he approached he stairs he set his weapon to condition I. As safely as possible Dean eased down the stairs. He loathed clearing spaces alone. There was no secure method, really.
After transitioning the stairs, he turned into the entryway where this whole mess began. Clear. His father's training eased through his mind. Find Bobby. He probably headed to confront Uriel, so he should be somewhere outside, maybe near the West Wing. Dean proceeded further along the corridor. Cleared the kitchen, then exited the building through the side door.
Immediately to the right, leaning against the wall was Bobby. The suddenness of it almost caused Dean to loose trigger control. "Christ Bobby! Get inside."
"We got 'im." The old man said while limping past. "The dumbass didn't think I'd be a threat."
"Good job. Want me to get ya a gold star Bobby? Anna still got injured." She looked stable on the outside, but Dean still wasn't sure if she would be alright. Between her and Sammy's conditions worry was starting to fray his resolve.
"Let's not play the blame game. She's a big girl, and I got there when I could." Bobby said with the tone of a father. "I'm injured too by the way. If you care."
Dean nodded his understanding. He couldn't say sorry, but he did toss Bobby his flask. Taking a swig for the pain, Bobby began to gingerly work his way to the staircase. Dean conducted a perimeter check and set the building's alarm system for the night. Blue Eyes could only flash in if they have a target. Uriel never entered the building, and according to Cas Anna had changed too much to find her. So the best he can do is keep his eyes on the only one they can reach: Castiel.
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Hope the plot makes sense so far. There's thoughts and ideas in my head the supplement the words on my screen; which clearly you my dear readership don't have. So if it doesn't flow together, let me know so I can fill in any holes I may have left behind.