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2 Months Later
It was amazing how slow the months went by since that fateful night, when Castiel had returned home to find his past hidden in the darkness of his apartment. Although, he had thankfully not had any further contact with Dean Winchester. Castiel discovered the moment Dean had left his apartment at his request his life would never be normal again. No matter how much he prayed normality was impossible.
He tried to carry on with his life going through his normal working and daily routines yet he found himself constantly looking over his shoulder, feeling a cold chill run up his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He had lost count the amount of times he stood outside his apartment door trying to hear through the door to check if there was anyone hiding inside waiting to pounce on him at any given opportunity.
Of course his curious actions had not been missed by his neighbours, there had been many occasions where his particularly nosey elderly neighbour had come out of her apartment, scaring the seven shades of shit out of him when she had been unlucky enough to find Castiel concentrating on any potential new sound coming from his apartment; his excuses predictably were strange and made absolutely no sense to his sudden change in behaviour and actions.
'Okay Cas. Just walk to your door. Unlock it. And whatever you do. DO NOT LET YOUR BLATANT PARANOIA GET THE BEST OF YOU!' he tried his best to listen to his screaming thoughts yet once he reached his door he froze terrified of what might be behind it. "C'mon Castiel! Don't be such a baby!"
Now instead of his suddenly new routine which consisted of him pressing his ear to his door in an pitiful attempt to hear any noises before he even made the important decision, of whether he was even going to go into his apartment or if on that particular day he was too chicken, he would turn on his heel and go crash much to his brother's annoyance at his apartment which was the complete opposite direction to where Castiel would usually go.
'Don't be a fool! Put your hand in your pocket and get those keys! No one is inside there!' something in his gut twisted at the uncomfortable thought of even finding his keys, but he finally listened to his screeching thoughts and dug around in his clothes and jacket pockets until he felt the cold steel against his fingers. "Idiot." He muttered under his breath as he gripped and extracted the keys. "Do you honestly think he'll be in there?" his heart dropped at the thought of thinking of Dean that dropping of his heart seemed to be attached to any thought relating to Dean Winchester. "He's not going to be in here." He shook his head as his stupidity as he finally pushed the key into the lock and opened his door.
He opened the door fully stepping onto the threshold staring into the darkness, everything seemed as he had left it this morning before he had left for work. He took in the ghostly outlines of his furniture as he sighed stepping into his apartment and closing the door with a sharp snap.
For some reason he found himself double checking everything was truly still in it's rightful place. A strange sensation crawled up his spine ever since he had found Dean in his apartment it left him unsettled. "You're being an idiot again." He said out loud as he walked towards his small kitchen with the soul intention of keeping himself busy before he went to bed. As he reached for his favourite mug he was total unaware of what was happening on the street below.
"Fuck." Dean groaned as he slid down against the wall, he pressed his hand tightly to his side trying to prevent the flow of blood slowly leaking from his newly acquired wound. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly taking in several painfully deep breaths. An ambush. A fucking ambush! It was supposed to be a simple job, in and out in ten minutes but instead something went wrong. With his free hand, Dean forced himself onto his feet. He needed somewhere safe to hide. He couldn't go back to Bobby's not yet anyway. He and Sammy had spilt once they realised what had gone wrong.
He mentally went through the list of people and crossing them off as soon as he thought of them.
Ellen: He didn't want to responsible for taking a mother away from her daughter.
Rufus: Was the same as Bobby, and since there was constant surveillance since Rufus' last job had barely been a success, and the police as well as FBI and CIA were all suspicious.
Even if he went back to his boss he would have the seven shades of shit beaten out of him for fucking up the operation. He shuddered at the mere thought of his boss' cold and calculating eyes. Michael was a cruel sonofabitch who had worked his dad [John Winchester] to his deathbed and had attempted in taking Dean and Sammy under his wing, which had not quite worked since Bobby had gotten there first. As he walked steadily through all the conjoining alleyways he could remember the argument between Michael and Bobby.
For generations Michael's family had been the ring leader of God knows what but for some reason the Winchester family and many others had been their own personal band of thieves. What Dean had gotten from the whole situations was: 'You help me, I help you.' Meaning… 'Don't fuck up and I won't kill you.' And what made it more tedious and difficult was no one could ever leave the business, once you agreed to your first job you had basically sold your soul to the Devil.
Pamela, Crowley, Balthazar, Bela… he shook his head at all the potentials but there was one other person.
'There's nothing I can do for you Dean, and there's nothing I want to do. So leave and please don't come back.'
Cas… could he bring himself to involve Cas? Well the guy had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him, but at the rate he was going he would probably end up in a ditch before sunrise.
A knock startled Castiel as he went about his after work evening routine, he had cleaned up, had a shower and wanted nothing more then to fall into his bed and let sleep take him until his alarm clock woke him up for yet another day. He glanced at his clock hanging on the wall and his brow furrowed. '11.05pm, who on earth would be calling at this time?' there was the single possibility that Gabriel had gotten drunk and forgotten where his apartment was… he shrugged as it generally made sense although he recalled that Gabriel tended to be a lot noisier rather then the single polite knock that had alerted him.
'Whatever.' He shrugged the entire train of thoughts as he made his way towards the door ready to be greeted by the big goofy grin of his elder brother. Yet once he pulled the door open the sight in front of him made his entire body seize up. "Hi Cas."
With eyes wide Castiel watched Dean sway dangerously as one hand remained clamped to his side, when he took a closer look he saw the hand stained red with… "Dean is that blood?" Dean's green eyes moved from Castiel, his face pale as his eyes moved to his hand. "Yeah I think so." He swayed, his shoulder taking the brunt force against the wall as his face paled even more then its usual healthy tan. "Not for nothing Cas… but could I come in?"
Castiel mentally slapped himself as what little colour drained from Dean's face, he saw the green eyes roll back into his head as his body finally gave into the exhaustion. Castiel jumped forward catching Dean, with a grunt he fell to the floor as Dean's dead weight overpowered him. He shifted himself until Dean's head rested on his lap. "Dean?" he placed his hand near his mouth and sighed in relief at the steady warm breath being released. "Okay he isn't dead." He muttered but as soon as he said the words realisation hit him like a brick wall, he stared at the unconscious Dean with wide eyes. "Dean, what the hell have you done now?"