~2~
Dean and Sam paused in the opened door way. Bobby turned to look at them. There was a man standing beside him and Dean eyed him speculatively. It wasn't his obvious physical appeal that stood out to him, but the sight of the horrible tan trench coat that sagged over his slim shoulders. Sam spoke first.
"Hey, Bobby. Whose this?" He crossed the floor and stopped in front of them. Dean followed him.
Bobby looked at them for a few seconds and Dean made a face at his expression. His eyes were widened a fraction too large and he seemed to be struggling with something. "You ok?" He finally asked him.
"Dean, we need to talk."
/
They were in the living room and Dean was sitting in Bobby's Lazy Boy chair. He had his arms crossed over his chest and had crossed his legs for an extra added dose of sarcasm. "So, you're trying to tell me that this man is my true guardian and that I have to leave with him?"
Bobby pulled his baseball cap off and ran his fingers roughly threw his hair. "I know this doesn't make since, boy, but this is important."
"Bobby, I'm grown now. I don't need a guardian. This is ridiculous." He eyed the door way that led to the kitchen where his so called 'guardian', at Bobby's request had stayed.
Dean looked at Bobby again and realized he was sweating. He wiggled in his seat suddenly feeling nervous. "What aren't you telling me?"
"It's hard to explain."
"Try!"
"I don't really understand it myself. That's why he's here." He pointed his thumb back towards the kitchen.
"Who is he and don't say my guardian again."
"My name is Castiel."
Dean jumped. He hadn't seen the man in the trench coat move. He was now standing beside Bobby and Dean couldn't help but stare at his eyes. They were an intense shade of blue and his pupils were abnormally round. "What?"
"My name is Castiel," he repeated. "I'm the one who saved your life this morning."
"What are you talking about?" He had the sinking feeling he knew.
"The wolves that attacked you were from the Shadow Pack. They meant to end you before you could open The Veil."
Dean blinked at him, then he looked at Bobby and back at him. "Huh?" Had he hit his head too hard and woken up in an alternate reality where Bobby had been replaced by a crazy person? "What the hell are you talking about?" Where was Sam?
He looked around and then leaned over to try and see in the kitchen. Sam had stayed in there to talk to the trench coat guy. He wondered if he was still in there. "Sam," he called out. Sam's head poked around the corner. "Please get in here." Sam came to stand beside him.
"What is it?" He asked. He looked nervous.
Dean pointed at the trench coat guy. "This guy said he saved my life this morning. He claims to know about the wolves that attacked me."
"Wha... Really?" He looked wide eyed at him.
Dean looked up at him. "What did you two talk about in the kitchen?"
"Wha..." He looked back down at him. "I just asked him his name and where he was from. It's all there was time for. He kind of disappeared. I didn't even realize he was gone until you called me."
Dean blinked up at him, then he looked back at trench coat guy. "Ok, look dude. I'm really confused. Why are you here?" He felt a pressure on his arm and looked over to see Sam looking down at him. "What?"
"His name is Castiel."
"And?"
Dean jumped as he felt movement in front of him. He turned his head to find bright blue eyes glaring at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get any words to come out.
"I saved your life, Dean," Castiel said in a calm, but menacing tone. There was something powerful behind the words and it made Dean lean back slightly away from him. "You should show me some respect."
"I..I'm... sorry." He felt his cheeks heat up.
Castiel stared at him for a few more seconds before he straightened up and Dean couldn't help, but feel that he was towering over him. He thought about standing up to not feel so vulnerable, but something about the man's stance warned him against it. His eyes were wide and he felt the intense need to look at the floor, which he did quickly. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and it didn't slow until he felt Castiel move away from him. When he looked up Castiel was facing Bobby.
They were talking too low for him to hear what they were saying. Annoyed Dean marched up the stairs to his room. He slammed the door closed and shoved his hands in his pocket. As he thought about the entire situation he bounced on his heels. It was all ridiculous.
It was crazy. Who was he kidding? As much as he didn't want to admit it he'd almost died in those woods and now here some one was claiming to be his 'guardian'. Claiming he had to leave with them. It was all too much.
He grabbed the bag he hadn't unpacked yet and stuffed some fresh clothes in with what he already had in there and threw it over his shoulder. The window slid up easily and he was careful to avoid any loose shingles as he made his way across the lower level roof and over to the ladder that he knew was always pushed against the right side of the house.
/
"Just take it easy with him," Bobby said. "Boy's a little fragile some times. Well, more like he whines like a twelve year old girl, but still."
Castiel turned his head to the side. "I don't understand that reference. What does a young female child have to do with Dean?"
Sam snorted. "It's just a thing we humans say to describe some one like Dean. It always takes him a little while to come around to stressful or emotional situations. He's not good when it comes to feelings." He stiffened up when Castiel suddenly spun on his heels. "What?"
Castiel let out a deep growl before he tore off across the room so fast he looked like a blur. Sam was left staring wide eyed at the opened front door.
/
"Ah!" Dean yelled out as a strong hand grabbed him by the back of his neck. He growled as his upper half was slammed against the hood of the car.
"What do you think you're doing?" A deep voice growled in to his ear.
"Cas?" He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He could feel the man's body heat against his back. "What the hell are you doing. Get off of me you crazy son of bitch." He gritted his teeth as Cas's grip tightened.
"I came here to protect you and this what you give me? Running off and putting yourself in more danger?"
Dean pushed back against him and he groaned in frustration when he didn't budge an inch. The man's body was like steel. "Who are you," he ground out. His muscles were beginning to strain.
"I am Castiel. I am your guardian."
"Yeah, yeah. You've said that already." He cried out in pain as teeth suddenly clamped down on his neck. All of the energy in his body seemed to melt out of him and he went limp. His eyes felt heavy and all he could do was lay there.
/
"What did you do to him?" Sam asked. His brother was clearly conscious. His eyes were open and he was blinking regularly. Even though, he looked really sleepy and his pupils were dilated. His chest was rising and falling as he breathed.
Castiel eyed Dean's unresponsive form stoically. "He submitted to me. I am his guardian. He didn't have a choice."
Submitted? He fought to hold back a laugh. He couldn't wait for Dean to wake up so he could tease him about that one.
"Well, get him inside," Bobby said. "How long is he going to be like that?"
"Depends," Castiel said. He easily picked Dean up and tossed him over his shoulder.
"Depends on what?" Sam asked as they headed for the front door.
"On how long I want him to remain like this."
"Oh."
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