The Power of Two:
"Wha—!" but that was as far as Nathan got because Castiel reappeared in front of him (behind Dean and Bobby) and placed two fingers in the center of his forehead.
Dean and Bobby spun around, but Nathan was no longer behind them.
"This is not good." Sam stated needlessly.
"This is exactly what I was trying to prevent." Bobby said angrily, jerking off his cap and running his fingers through his hair roughly. He couldn't believe that Castiel has stolen his son, and knew that he'd never be able to forgive the Angel.
Dean patted Bobby's shoulder. "Don't worry; we'll find a way to get Nathan back, we always do." he just hoped that what he promised was true.
Nathan opened his eyes, his heart racing as he found himself in a pearl-white room. The table and chairs in the middle of it were the same colour, the trimmings the colour of gold. The walls were accompanied by tables all the same, with vases of flowers and fancy looking paintings on the walls.
Castiel was still in front of him and he lowered his hand; Nathan backed up quickly until he hit a wall.
"What do you want?" he demanded; this was no longer a fairy tail, but quite serious—and he hated it.
Cas stared at him. "Your help in winning the fight against the Devil and the war of the Angels." he stated simply as if it were a known fact and since Nathan was of the Winchester blood-line it shouldn't be news to him—
But in fact it actually wasn't, he had no idea about it until a few minutes before when he was in his father's library. Nathan had no idea that something as big as Hell and Heaven really existed, let alone a war going on between the two as well as what Nathan could tell was in-fighting? Because right now he would hope that Castiel was an Angel and not a Demon of some kind. And what Castiel had said didn't really answer his question because he knew nothing of this on-going war—it was none of his business and he didn't want a part in it.
"I'm not a part of this; I don't know who you are and I this is none of my business." Nathan told the man with some back-bone, standing up straighter though still pressed against the wall because he could feel the power that came off of this man in what seemed like waves to Nathan.
Castiel cocked his head ever so slightly. "I am Castiel; Angel of the Lord, Servant to God, A Warrior of His Will." the Angel told him, and Nathan looked at him with raised brows. "You are a part of this war, Nathan Winchester; it is in your blood and is your Destiny."
"That's not my name," Nathan told him faintly, his eyes now wide with a tilt of fear. "That's not my name," he said again, this voice stronger and clearer this time. Castiel stared at him unblinking and Nathan swallowed. "My name is Nathan Royal Singer, not Winchester. And you say that it is in my blood, but I have not been in this war until moments ago when you snatched me from my home and my father."
"This is much more bigger than yourself and your petty emotions and needs, Nathan." Castiel told him, unrelenting. "This is about millions of billions of humans and lives; your father's—Bobby Singer—and your brothers—Dean and Sam."
Nathan stared at him silently, not moving a muscle as he started at this powerful creature in the form of a Human, his heart silent but beating fast. He had never wanted part in the Hunting business, had wanted a normal life and that was why he was glad that his father had given him a choice; but now his decision didn't just apply to him, but to his father and his new found brothers—one younger and the other his twin.
Nathan licked his lips. "Tell me." he said, his voice soft but with strength and resolve behind it.
Dean had never seen Bobby like this before; had never seen him pace or worried about anything as much as he seemed to be worried about him son. And that just sounded weird in Dean's ears despite the fact that he could totally see Bobby running around this place trying to catch a toddlin' toddler. Bobby had been more of a father to him and Sam then their own father had been, and he loved the grizzled man just as well.
So then why had he never seen Bobby like this before?
The thought that he didn't care as much about them as he did Nathan slipped from his mind as soon as it had entered; Bobby did think of them as his own sons. Maybe it was just different because Bobby probably did do this on occasion for him and Sam, but they were just never there to witness it. And this situation was totally different too, because Nathan wasn't a Hunter and didn't know as much about the Supernatural as they all did—and he had just been kidnapped by Castiel, who was supposed to be on their side.
Dean knew that trying to talk to Bobby or even trying to give him comfort would just piss the older man off, so he got together with Sam; trying to come up with ideas on how they could get Nathan back.
"We can summon Cas?" Sam suggested, "He'd be forced to come here."
"Yeah, but that'd just bring him here. He's desperate and thinks that by separating Nathan from us, it'll make it easier for him to cave." Dean countered.
"Where do you think Cas took him?"
"Probably to that same room where they took Adam; that white room." Dean said.
Sam sighed, running his finger through his long, dark locks. He glanced at Bobby before looking back at Dean, lowering his voice as he spoke. "What do you think about this whole another brother thing?" he asked, knowing that this probably wasn't the best time, but at the same time it did seem best.
Dean glanced at Bobby before he looked back at Sam, and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know; I can't say that I'm that surprised that dad would hide something like this from us. But I am surprised that Bobby did."
"I guess that he was trying to protect Nathan," Sam defended lightly. "And what about whole twin-thing?"
"We're not twins;" Dean pointed out. "At least not identical twins; though I do guess that we look more alike than me and you."
"That's all you have to say?" Sam's eye brows shot up in surprise.
Dean shrugged his shoulders, his eyes flickering away for a second. "We don't even know the guy." was all he said in return. And that was the truth; Dean didn't know Nathan enough to really feel anything—and it wasn't like on television where a set of twins who didn't know each other, brush shoulders and suddenly they knew that there was always something missing in their lives. No, it was nothing like that; in fact, Dean found it kind of hard to wrap his head around the idea.
There was the gust of wind and Bobby stopped in his tracks, his eyes snapping to the doorway where Castiel appeared. His eyes narrowed as he didn't see Nathan, but then his son stepped out from behind the Angel. Bobby gave a sigh of relief and grabbed Nathan, pulling him into a crushing hug. Nathan, surprised for a second didn't move, but then hugged his father back.
Bobby finally backed off too, but now his face was alit with fury as he looked at Castiel instead of relief.
"You—" Bobby started.
"Dad!" Nathan interrupted and Bobby's eyes went to his. "We talked, and I decided that I want to help."
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