Just a few more days guys, then I'll be updating regularly. I've been cramming for finals. This chapter is literally only up because I was procrastinating and decided to edit it and upload it so I didn't have to keep studying. Yay for me failing!
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Chapter 7. Truth Be Told
"Maybe he would have a tattoo placed over his, to rid himself of any sign that Castiel had ever been in his life."
Castiel's eyes fluttered open and he groaned as the sunlight seeped in through the blinds. He rolled over onto his side, throwing his arm over and expecting it to land on his boyfriend's waist. He felt his stomach twist as he was met with nothing but cold sheets. He sat up in the bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes, blinking and looking around the room. "Dean?"
When there was no answer, Castiel threw his leg over the side of the bed, silently debating if he should put something on, or if it would be okay to look for Dean in just his underwear. He blushed, then called out for Dean once more, a little more urgently.
He heard footsteps down the hall, then the door opened and Castiel was met with his messy haired, half-naked boyfriend. "Yeah, Cas? Mornin' by the way." He winked and came into the room, carrying a cup of what Castiel could only assume was coffee.
He took it gratefully when Dean handed it to him and smiled. "Good morning Dean."
Dean grinned, leaning in and kissing Castiel playfully on the nose. "It sure is. Y'know, you slept like a log. You didn't even wake up when I got out of bed to make breakfast. I also tried to play some music, but as soon as I turned it on, it blasted on high and I thought it would've woken you up." Dean laughed.
Castiel leaned into Dean, taking a sip of the coffee. "It didn't though. Strange...I am usually a light sleeper."
Dean quirked a brow, an amused smile on his face. "Really now? You don't think it might've had something to do with the fact that you were curled up in my arms like a kitten?"
Castiel blushed, and continued drinking his coffee.
"Ah, but y'know...um...your phone went off. I swear I didn't look at them, but there's like, seven messages and three calls from your brother." Dean murmured, reaching over to the bedside table to grab Castiel's phone.
Once Dean handed it to him, Castiel turned it on and was surprised by the total number of calls and text messages. He held the phone closer to himself as he read over them.
G: "BRO THIS IS BAD."
G: "LIKE, SERIOUSLY BAD"
G: "YOU KNOW HOW DAD AND MOM DON'T LIKE THE GAY THING?"
G: "WELL I THINK LUCIFER KNEW AND TOLD THEM, AND DAD CALLED AND TOLD ME HE'S SENDING PEOPLE DOWN TO PICK ME UP."
G: "BUT I WANNA STAY LONGER, I ONLY KISSED SAM ONCE"
G: "FUCK I MEANT TO KEEP THAT A SECRET"
G: "PLEASE CALL ME"
Castiel glanced at Dean, who had been lazily playing with Castiel's hair. "Dean...this is bad..." He murmured, holding the phone up to his ear and calling his brother. Dean frowned, snaking an arm around his boyfriend's waist.
"Hello? Cassie? Thank fucking god it's about fucking time you stupid motherfucker."
Dean's frown deepened and he gripped Castiel's waist tighter.
"Um...y-yeah...I'm sorry about that...What do you mean dad's sending someone over?" Castiel asked, clenching the cup in his other hand.
"I mean that he's fucking sending people over and he sounds super pissed. Like, not even the usual dad pissed, it's the full-out rage pissed and I'm kinda freaking out over here."
Castiel sighed, and Dean quickly took the cup out of his hand, placing it on the bedside table as their conversation continued.
"Okay. I'll be over and we can decide what to do." Castiel said, looking at Dean. Dean nodded and got up to gather their clothes.
"Alright...But hurry I don't know when they're coming."
"Okay." Castiel hung up and dropped his phone onto the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip.
When him and Dean made eye contact, he sighed and looked down to his lap. "...I'm a little scared, Dean."
~oO0Oo~
Gabriel already had all of his things packed. He knew he had to get out of the apartment and soon. He glanced out the window repeatedly, hoping he'd see his brother's, boyfriend's car. "Goddammit Cassie..." He murmured under his breath and impatiently paced around the room.
He took out his phone and quickly texted Sam.
G: "Sam? Cas finally called me back. They're gonna head out now."
S: "Oh thank god. I was so worried. I've told my friend and he's driving me back that way now too. Should I wait for you at our apartment?"
G: "That would be good. Thanks Sam."
S: "Anytime Gabe. :)"
Gabriel sighed and decided that it would probably be best to sit down. Though, if he were to be honest with himself, he knew how crazy his family could be. Most likely, it would be his father's henchman or whatever that would be coming to pick him up. It's been a couple hours now and he's started panicking. If he's taken back, not only will he be in trouble for taking off without saying anything, but he will also not be allowed to see Sam again.
He watched the minutes tick by on the clock and he was now prepared to walk to Sam's shared apartment. He glanced at his bag, debating.
Music blasting from down the street brought him from out of his thoughts and he quickly peeked out the window. Gabriel grabbed his bag and raced outside, running into his brother who had just gotten out of the car.
"Cas? What the hell are you doing? Hurry and get in, we need to leave!" Gabriel said frantically, already opening the backseat door.
Castiel nodded and ran inside of the apartment.
"What is he doing!?" Gabriel growled as he watched him go.
"He needs to grab some things. He'll only take like, two minutes tops." Dean said from the drivers seat. He sounded calm, but Gabriel could see him repeatedly tapping the steering wheel.
"...They won't stop until they find me, y'know." Gabriel murmured, eyeing Dean.
Dean sighed and glanced back at him. "Yeah...Cas already told me that. Didn't realize your family was so insane."
Gabriel huffed, narrowing his eyes at Dean. "So what, having second thoughts about being with my brother?"
Dean now laughed, turning fully to face Gabriel. "No... Look, nothing could make me have second thoughts about Cas. He's perfect... I just thought it was interesting about your family. I sort of have a crazy family too."
Before Gabriel could comment on what Dean meant, a car pulled up just behind Dean's. He gasped and ducked. "Oh fuck, Dean. That's them!" He whispered urgently.
Dean stared at the men dressed in suits from the rear-view mirror. "They don't look so bad. I'm getting out."
"Dean, no-"
"It's okay. Besides, Cas is still inside. I need to get him." Dean interrupted, opening the car door and getting out.
As soon as the door closed, Gabriel hit the seat in frustration. "God fucking dammit!" He seethed.
~oO0Oo~
Castiel had just zipped up his bag when he heard Dean talking. Or more accurately, shouting.
He threw the bag over his shoulder and made a bee-line to the front door, making sure to lock it before closing it.
He was surprised when he was met with Dean face-to-face with one of his dad's men. As soon as they spotted him, they immediately forgot about Dean and started toward him.
"Don't you fucking touch him, you insane motherfuckers!" Dean growled, grabbing one of them by the arm and yanking him back. "Cas, get in the car!" He shouted.
Castiel nodded and tried to run to Dean's car. He stopped in his tracks when he heard Dean yelp in pain. He turned around and Dean was on the ground, the man responsible walking toward him.
That's when the backseat opened and Gabriel stumbled out. "Okay! I'm right here, just leave them alone!" He shouted angrily. The other man roughly grabbed Gabriel by the arm, dragging him to their car.
Before Castiel could call out to him, the man in front of him grabbed him by the arm and started pulling him toward the car too. "W-what are you doing!?" He stammered, looking back at Dean who was trying to heave himself up.
"Your father wants you both back." The man said gruffly.
Castiel started pulling away, thrashing in the man's grasp. "What does he...want with me!? Let me go!" He shouted as he was practically shoved into the backseat of the car along with Gabriel.
As soon as the door's were closed, the car immediately sped away. Dean only had a seconds glance at Castiel as they were driven down the street and out of sight.
Once he was alone, he groaned and rolled over onto his side, pushing himself up and staggering to his car. He climbed into the drivers seat and started the engine, pulling out of the driveway and driving to his own apartment.
He then pulled out his cell phone, dialing Sam's number and holding it up to his ear. "Hey Sam? Those sons of bitches just took Cas and Gabe. I'm on my way back to the apartment, meet me there."
"What!? Dean, why didn't you follow them!?" Sam cried from the other side of the phone.
"Motherfuckers kneed me in the gut and I lost them...Look, let's just see what we can do, alright?"
Sam paused, leaving Dean to wonder if he was just brooding, or silently raging. Probably both. "...Sure, okay. Kevin's driving me back, I should be there in about fifteen minutes..." He murmured.
Dean hung up and tossed his phone to the side. He was too angry to turn on music, and he had a bad feeling in his gut that wherever Cas was taken, he wouldn't be able to see him any time soon. The thought alone made his stomach twist and he clenched the steering wheel tighter as he sped down the streets.
~oO0Oo~
He barely stomped the snow from his boots as he stormed into his apartment, quickly taking out his phone and texting Cas. He felt sick as he heard Cas' phone sound from the other room. He made his way to his bedroom, sinking to the bed as he found Cas' phone on his pillow.
Great. No way to contact Cas. Sam probably had Gabriel's number, so Dean let himself take a breath in relief. Maybe they had a way of knowing where they were taken after all.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before the door burst open and Sam was in the doorway, a panting mess. "Hurry Dean, I'm texting Gabe right now, let's go!" Sam shouted, motioning Dean out the door.
Dean quickly grabbed his keys, locking the front door and the two brothers climbed into the car. Once Dean pulled out of the driveway and was speeding down the street, Sam spoke up.
"Gabe says they're already out of the town. Turn right here." Sam said, biting his lip.
Dean hit the steering wheel angrily. "Goddammit!" He growled, driving faster.
Sam decided to try texting Gabriel once more, hoping he could get an answer for as long as he was allowed. He began punching the letters away, struggling a bit as Dean rounded a corner.
S: "Gabe, where are you guys now?"
G: "Cas says we're heading East."
S: "Alright. Dean knows which direction you guys might be going. Are you okay?"
G: "I've been better, I'm terrified of getting my ass whopped, and Cas is quiet...Just hurry."
S: "Yeah, Dean and I are both on edge. Maybe try and make them pull over?"
G: "Sure, I can try."
~oO0Oo~
Castiel could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He had just been with Dean, laying beside him earlier this morning.
He glanced sideways to where Gabriel was trying to text Sam without being noticed. Then he looked forward, to the two men that were sitting in the drivers and passengers seats. He had to gather all his courage to lean forward and ask the question that'd been lurking somewhere in the back of his head.
"What does my dad want with me?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes as one of the men only gave him a small glance.
"Your dad raised you religiously. He will not stand for faggots in the family. He wants to discuss this with the two of you." One of the men spoke up in a deep voice, not making eye contact at neither Castiel nor Gabriel.
Gabriel harrumphed, crossing his arms. "Well, then he should just disown us! It's not that hard, jesus christ!" He spat angrily.
The men said nothing, and continued to drive. Castiel sighed, simply wanting to just be with Dean again. He had a sinking feeling in his gut the more road they put behind them. His mood only worsened when it began to snow.
Soon, everything was covered in a blanket of white as a blizzard rolled through the town. The car was forced to slow down and Gabriel abandoned trying to text Sam in secret. He now openly had his phone out, rapidly texting the younger Winchester.
After a few minutes, Gabriel tossed his phone aside and slammed his fist into the seat in front of him. He buried his face in his hands and let out a heavy sigh. "They're not coming, Cas." He said, his voice sounding tight and weak.
Castiel tried to picture a Dean, somewhere back in town, pulling over and convincing Sam that they were simply not worth it. The more he pictured it, the more he felt it to be true. He could see Dean, running his warm fingers over Castiel's tattoo, maybe wondering if it was just a goof. Maybe he would have a tattoo placed over his, to rid himself of any sign that Castiel had ever been in his life. Dean probably never cared for Castiel as much as he'd thought.
The thought alone made Castiel feel sick and his chest throbbed painfully. It was happening again.