Hey all! Here is your next chapter. Thanks mucho to the reviewers! This is an edit of the last chapter, I broke down some paragraph chunks. Thanks to Forbidden-lover1!
Haventmetmyangelyet- Yup fer sure. Good to be back! Haha I know, but seriously, who wouldn't?
Darkphoenix2345- Haha glad you liked that! Oh Dean and his taste in TV shows! Haha I definitely agree with you, the Wendigo couldn't have better taste.
ChelseaEllie- Thanks, glad you like it! Yup needs to make sure he takes good care of him ;D
"In the Dark"
"Are we there yet? We have been following this shit road for hours Sammy." Dean furiously stomped over a bush and scared out a startled group of butterflies. "And when I talked to Cas earlier, he didn't sound like he had hours!'" Dean practically shouted in Sam's face.
"Look man, I'm worried about Cas too. But this is our only option. I can't make this road get to its end any faster than you can. So shut up and be patient for once."
Dean looked surprised at his brother's back as Sam marched ahead of him and even his shoulders looked stiff and crabby. "Jesus you don't have to get mean about it!"
Sam rolled his eyes and kept walking. He knew that Dean was just letting off nervous energy but after hours of listening to Dean's never ending play list of crap jokes and concerns for Cas, he had just about had it. He might not have had a steamy night with the angel in the tent but it didn't mean that he didn't care about Castiel. He was ready to kick the Wendigo's ass to save him and if Dean kept this up, kick his ass too.
"Dean look. Blood." Sam squatted down by the dried pool of blood. They had been following the trail for hours and it still was giving evidence of a bleeding angel. "Poor guy, the Wendigo must have torn him up pretty bad just from dragging him into its cave."
Dean looked ill. "That son of a bitch. I just want to take the Molotov and shove it up where the light doesn't shine." Dean waved the Molotov in the air. "Come and get some shit weasel!"
"Seriously Dean?"
Dean ignored him and marched ahead of Sam to take the lead in the chase once more. "Damn it, this Wendigo is harder to find than Carman Sandiego."
Sam looked pinched. "Dude, you watch too many crappy kids TV shows."
"Leave me alone Samsquatch. It's not like we get that many shows in the motels and sometimes I am actually in the mood for something wholesome and educational."
Sam snorted. "I really don't know if it creeps me out more to know that you watch Nickelodeon or porn."
"Shut up Sammy."
"Jerrrrrk."
"Bitch." Dean stopped in his tracks. "Gross. Look at this." Sam came over and they both looked over the bloody remainders of an arm near an old knapsack. "Uggh smells like all kinds of ass."
"Looks to be almost a week old."
"Do you think? You can tell just by smelling it! I didn't know Wendigos were such messy sons of bitches."
Sam nodded looking worried. "The lore describes them as crafty individuals. They usually do not make such a mess with their kills so they can't be tracked."
"So either Bethany Hamilton here was a great fighter or our Wendigo sucks at life more than the other one we hunted?"
'No Dean. That's the thing. This Wendigo is very clever. He knew to go after Cas first since he was the weakest. But leaving remains of his kills behind? He's either trying to freak us out or worse: he isn't afraid of us Dean. Leaving a trail right to his lair? It's a pretty obvious slap in the face or a trap."
Dean looked worried. "Damn it. Why do monsters have to be smart in the real world? Can't they just be crap monsters like Mike and Sully?"
"Yeah if they were more like Monsters Inc. maybe you could actually outthink them once in a while."
"Shut up Sam. Oh-ho now doesn't this look ominous?" The brothers stood in front of the mine. The entrance looked like it had not been viewed by human eyes for at least a century. Abandon carts lay rotted on their sides and the silence was troubling. All of the warbling birds that had followed them on the path were either silent now or simply absent from the area. Dead grass lay along the edges of the path but stopped when it reached the gray wood. Dean turned and smiled at Sam. "Ready to get funky with a Wendigo again?"
The Wendigo had spent hours trying to get Castiel to speak. Lonely for the sound of a human voice and with deeper motive he clawed into the cotton of the shirt and ripped into the skin below it. Occasionally he would scare out a whimper but now he began to capture louder sounds of pain from the angel.
Castiel moaned weakly as he felt sharp teeth tearing away at the last of his Enochian barrier. He felt the pain stronger than he had ever felt even in his true form. After Dean had taken him into his tent and made love to him he had let something slip within himself. It began the day he laid siege to hell when he was still on the same side as his brothers. When he still had a family.
The day he crawled through the flames to pull the broken man off the rack he had found himself changed. Dean took the soldier Castiel, the angel of Thursday, away from the cold life he lived. Just as the angel had pulled him off the rack Dean now sought to bring out the feelings Castiel didn't even know he had buried deep within himself.
Now that he finally learned how to be alive, to experience the same emotions Dean had that made him smile or cry as he sang along with Led Zeppelin's Tangerine, he couldn't shut off the flow of emotions. Castiel wanted to remember the way Dean's skin felt against his or the way it felt to be the attention of both Winchester brother's smiles. He wanted to escape back into the comfortable feelings but he was now assaulted with pain.
Instead of Dean's fingers on his skin it was the cold claws of the Wendigo. Dean's kisses across his chest became teeth renting his body. The pounding of blood in his heart as Dean moved inside him now was the countdown of his internal clock. Each beat told him he was alive-for now. But as it ticked away and counted the drops of blood that the dust drank up, he knew that he wanted to live. He had never wanted anything so much.
He held on and bit his lip. Even with the Wendigo gone it remained a shadowy figure in his mind with a promise to drive him into madness or despair. But he was still stronger than even he knew. Castiel kept the sounds of pain within him as he prayed for Dean to save him.
"Castiel? Cas? Are you down there? Castiel?" Dean's voice echoed through the darkness.
Castiel raised his head up weakly at the sound. "Dean? Dean!" His voice was rough from hours of calling out the man's name and now he could hear an answer in return.
A shape wandered down into the tunnel and Castiel tried to get a look at him. He had waited all night and Dean had made it. He had found him and now would rescue him from his own hell. "Dean?" Castiel let out a gasp of horror when he realized that the shape was none other than that of the Wendigo.
"Castiel," it crooned in a guttural voice. "Castiel," it repeated in Dean's voice. Castiel felt the tears coming down his face before he realized that he has crying.
"Where is Dean? Dean!" Castiel made a mad attempt to pull his chaffed wrists out of the ropes that bound them above his head.
"Castiel." The Wendigo reached out to the angel who quickly shrank back. Pale eyes narrowed and the monster reached out its claws towards Castiel's neck before a loud noise broke through the old air.
"Ow! Son of a bitch that hurt!" The actual Dean's howl echoed off the walls.
"Dean be careful you can't just barge into here without looking fir-"
Another banging noise echoed into the cave and Castiel couldn't help but smile. Sam must have hit his head on the same thing Dean had. They were here to rescue him! Castiel let hope start in his heart once more before he felt the Wendigo crammed a filthy rag into his mouth and covered it with another that tied behind his head. Castiel felt his heart skip a beat as the Wendigo's sly eyes stared into his once more. It crept out away from the angel and up through the tunnels.
"Did you look first before you 'barged into here'?"
"Shut up Dean." Sam placed a hand over the side of his head and grimaced at the blood under his fingers.
Dean checked him over. "You'll be fine Sammy. But next time? Save the battling for the monster, okay?
Sam rolled his eyes and trudged ahead. "Castiel? Hey man, are you down here?"
"Cas come on you son of a bitch! Where are you? We're here!"
"Dean? Help!" Castiel's voice echoed from a nearby tunnel.
"Cas? Hang in there buddy! We're coming!"
"Dean please! Help me Dean…I'm scared…"
Dean hurried towards the sound. Castiel's voice sounded horse and weak and a bit strange. Maybe it was the acoustics of the tunnel. Dean hoped Castiel hadn't spent his hours out here wondering if Dean was going to rescue him. Scared and alone while calling out for a man that had spent part of the time still asleep in the tent before he realized the angel was even gone. Dean's guilt and fear drove him forward as he ran towards the sound.
"Cas? Hey! Are you still with us? Cas?"
"Dean. I'm here." Dean reached out towards the sound and found himself tumbling down into a pit instead of gripping onto Castiel. He hit the ground with a thud and lay there quietly for a few moments. He felt the broken glass of the Molotov under his leg and the gasoline soaking through the leg of his jeans.
"Dean!" Sam hollered. "Dean?" "What happened?"
"Stay back Sammy. Dammit stay back! That wasn't Cas, it's a trap!"