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Chapter three
"I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here." Sam snorts and Dean says, "What, he answered to that last time."
As if on cue, Castiel appeared in the room, flat on his face. If the situation wasn't so serious, Dean certainty would have made a few cracks at that.
But time was of the essence and all Dean could manage was a smirk. But even then he saw Sam pull his special "bitch face" and Dean knew that he had to be serious.
"Sorry." Dean whispers, trying to contain all the jokes he could've made. Sam just shakes his head.
"Hey Cas. Need some help?" Sam says and puts his hand out.
"Thank you, Sam but I can stand up by myself." Castiel says as he gets up and dusts his suit off.
Well it was a sure definite that Castiel was a Winchester, with a stubborn attitude like that.
"I got your message. What seems to be the probl-?" Castiel glances at Dean and says, "Oh Dean."
"Cas, you can recite love poems to me later. Do you have any idea how we can fix this?" Dean says and tries to ignore what he accidentally slipped out.
He sees Castiel squinting his eyes, as if he wants to question what Dean just said but there are other important things at stake and he decides that they can talk about it later.
"How did you get the mark, Dean?" Castiel asks.
"From Cain but you already knew -" Dean shakes his head. "No way, we are not going to Cain for help."
"That is not what I meant."
"Then what, Cas?" Dean asks.
"You received the mark from Cain, correct? So the only way to get rid of it would be to-"
"To give the mark to someone else." Sam finishes what Castiel was afraid to voice out loud.
Castiel nods slowly.
That's when all hell breaks loose.
"No." Dean exclaims.
"Dean…" Sam begins but Dean interrupts his brother.
"No, no fucking way. I am not going to damn another soul." Dean shouted. "If I do that, I am no better than all those black –eyed bitches."
Neither Sam nor Castiel bothered to say that technically, Dean fit under that category too.
Castiel paces back and forth. "There might be another way."
"Mind sharing with the class?" Dean retorts.
"You might not like it." Castiel tilts his head.
"Trust me, I'll go with anything beside staying like this." At that, Dean switched his eyes from green to black. "Black is not a good color on me."
Sam shook his head at his brother's pathetic attempt at humor but Castiel, even after gaining all of the pop culture references, was still oblivious about some things.
"So what is it, Cas?" Sam asks.
"Well, as you know grace can be a powerful thing." Castiel looks up to make sure the brothers are listening.
They both nod.
"And as you know an angel can cut out his grace to become human." Castiel continues.
"Like Anna did." Sam adds.
Castiel nods in agreement. "Yes. But also an angel's grace can eliminate evil or a taint of darkness, like the mark for example."
Dean stands up from his seat at the table and yells, "If I think where this is going, then absolutely not. You are not fucking doing that."
"Dean, I have not finished. Also, it is my decision whether I cut out the grace." Castiel says.
"As I was saying, an angel's grace can cleanse a body of evil. And since this is not my grace, I am willing to take it out to help you get rid of the mark." Castiel says.
"Won't you die or become a baby?" Sam questions.
"No, since this is not my grace, it is better that I take it out before it starts affecting me negatively." Castiel says.
"So what will happen to you?" Sam asks. He realizes that he will be the one to have to get the information because his brother is currently putting up a tantrum and behaving like a five year old.
Dean grits his teeth and refuses to make eye contact with either Sam or Castiel.
"I will become a human again." Castiel answers matter-of-factly and Dean thinks there is a hint of proudness to his voice. But he doesn't want to overthink it. No way in hell is he going to let Castiel do this.
"And you're okay with this?"
"I would be okay with anything as long as it saves Dean." And there he goes right there. Always giving up everything for Dean. Dean doesn't understand why Castiel
won't just walk away from them. Wherever they were, people died, it was a given and Dean was done with that bullshit. He didn't want anyone else to get hurt.
As if sensing what Dean was thinking, Sam says, "Alright I'll give you two a moment" and leaves the room.
"Dean, I know what you're thinking what but I'll be okay. More importantly, you'll be okay." Castiel tries to smile reassuringly but to no avail.
"Goddamit, Cas." Dean exclaims startling Castiel.
"Dean, everything's going to be okay." Castiel puts his hand on Dean's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
Dean shakes his hand off. "I've been hearing that bullshit ever since I was little and you know what I learned?" Dean looks up to make sure that Castiel is listening.
"Nothing ever turns out okay."
"Dean, I realize why you're so doubtful about this but I can promise you that I will not let anything happen to you." Cas says and then adds, "I am after all the badass angel who gripped you tight and raised your from perdition." Cas hopes that he used the humor correctly.
Apparently he did because Dean chuckles at that and says, "Wow, do they teach you humor up in heaven once you reach a certain age?"
"Only to the important angels." Dean full on laughs then and says, "God, Cas, you are so full of yourself." Dean wipes a tear away.
Sam walks back in the room and smiles at what he sees. Dean and Castiel are smiling at each other and for once, it doesn't seem forced, like they have to go save the world in a few minutes or are about to go fight evil.
"So everything okay?" Sam says and there is suddenly a shift in the air. Castiel moves a few steps away from Dean.
"Okay?" Castiel asks and looks at Dean for confirmation.
"Okay." Dean repeats, smiling.
Dean doesn't know what will happen to him. He doesn't know if Cas's theory is correct and the grace will burn the mark out. He can't predict what will happen in a day, in a week, in a month, or a year. Heck, he can't even predict what will happen in the next second.
But what he knows is that no matter where things end up, he will always have his annoying caring little brother and his overly optimistic angel to help along the road. And maybe, just maybe, some things might turn out okay.
The End.
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