Tick Tock

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters mentioned in the below piece of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes.

Author Note

I do enjoy writing a BAMF Cas! There's just something so satisfying about it especially when it involves him protecting Dean. It's just hot, hot, and hot!

Anyway enjoy the chapter

Overall Summary

Dean is gone and time is running out because someone is playing a game with Sam and Castiel, someone wants them to lose but the price of losing is Dean's life. They have to find the clues and win. The clock is ticking… can you hear it? Because Dean certainly can…

Chapter Summary

Sam calls in the BAMF back up… and its safe to say he is pissed…

Overall Romance

Castiel/Dean Winchester, possibly Sam Winchester/OFC

Chapter Romance

Hints of Castiel/Dean

Chapter Two

Time to call in the backup

Sam paced the motel floor, eyes wide as his mind tried desperate to absorb what had happened.

Dean was gone and probably injured if the note he received was anything to go by. He had been taken by someone who was clearly mentally unbalanced and all because he wanted Sam to participate in some strange game he had concocted. A game which Sam knew could end up with Dean being murdered if he didn't do exactly what was asked of him. For all he knew the task which he was going to be set could be impossible to accomplish and then what would he do? He couldn't allow Dean to die, he just couldn't.

Sam forced him self to breathe slowly and steadily, trying to ignore his swirling thoughts and the erratic beat of his heart. Dissolving into a panic attack wouldn't so anyone any good, especially not Dean who would need him to be at his best.

He needed to figure out what clues if any had been left for him and try and figure out if there was something in it which would lead him to his brother. He tried to push away the knowledge that it had always been Dean who had been the one who was able to look at something once and find patterns and clues that others had missed. Sam was better at the practical side of researching. Give him something which could be traced on the internet and in a book and he would have it within seconds. Things like this though were a great deal more difficult to wrap his head around.

He stopped pacing, looking down at the piece of paper he had been clutching at all this time before he threw it on his bed, running a hand through his hair as he took a deep shuddering breathe. He could do this. He had to do this for Dean.

The note had told him to involve Castiel in the game and so that was what Sam would do, for all he knew the Angel was an essential part of the game. Sam couldn't afford not to call him, in case he ended up offending the guy who held Dean captive, he had to play by the rules so the guy didn't murder his brother.

Sam lowered him self down onto the mattress and turned his gaze towards the ceiling as he began to speak.

"Cas its Sam, can you come down here? We need to talk" he bit down on his lower lip, looking around him as he waited for the dark haired angel to appear, the room however remained stubbornly empty. Sam frowned, a flicker of anger growing in the pit of his stomach as he tried contacting Castiel again. "Cas come on, now isn't the time for you to pull your non showing act. Dean is in seriously trouble. He needs you."

Sam should have realised before he had even began speaking that saying Dean's name was the key when it came to calling Castiel down from heaven The minute he mentioned Dean was in trouble the Angel was in front of him. Bright blue eyes fixed on him with a fierce expression before he looked around the room, his eyes lingering on Dean's empty bed.

"Where is Dean Sam? What has happened?" The angel demanded, his eyes coming back to Sam's.

"He's in serious trouble; some nut case has taken him Castiel"

The flare of rage in Castiel's eyes made Sam shift back slightly, wetting his lips nervously. Sometimes it was so easy to forget that Castiel was a warrior of God who could smite both him and Dean without even breaking a sweat if he chose to. Hell if Castiel chose to he could probably flatten the town they were currently in with a flick of his wrist.

"Taken him where exactly?" Castiel demanded his voice ice cold sending shards of fear down Sam's spine. He had known from the first time he had met the Angel that he was protective of his brother but Sam had never quite realised just how deeply it ran before. Castiel looked as though he would kill every person who stood between him and Dean without feeling any remorse about it.

"If I knew that then do you think I'd still be sitting here in out motel room?" Sam stated angrily. "I've no idea where the man is holding Dean" he glanced away from Castiel, twisting on the bed so he could pick up the letter, handing it over to Castiel, who took it from him with a slight frown as he began reading it. Sam watched Castiel's free hand curl into a fist as he read, a hiss of anger escaping him before his eyes shot up to impale Sam's.

"Where did you find this letter Sam?" Castiel asked.

"Beneath the window wiper on the impala, Dean had gone out to get us food and had parked it at the bottom of Duncan Street, just-"he stopped as he found him self sitting alone in the room once again. Shaking his head he slouched forward, resting his elbows against his thighs, cradling his face in his hands and he wondered not for the first time what Dean would be doing if he was in Sam's position.

One thing he was sure of was the fact that Dean wouldn't be sitting in the motel room. He would be out on the streets physically searching for Sam and calling in every favour he had gained over the years. Hell Dean would even approach the local police department if it meant finding Sam regardless of the fact that they might recognise him from the wanting pictures which had been circulated a year ago. Dean wouldn't have cared though, his only concern would have been Sam and he would have stopped at nothing to bring him back home safe.

Sam forced him self to his feet and yanked his jacket on. He could take the impala and begin searching the street and abandoned warehouses which he had noticed in the downtown part of town. The man who was doing this would surely have to remain close by to give Sam his clues. He would probably still be watching Sam, wanting to know how he was dealing with what was happening.

Sam blinked when Castiel suddenly appeared beside him, holding Dean's light green jacket in his hands. A jacket which was reddened by a blood stain which Sam knew hadn't been there earlier on.

"Where the hell did you find that?" he demanded, taking a step forward and snatching it from Castiel. His eyes fixed on the blood; it had definitely been the one which Dean had pulled on before he had left the room.

"I found it stuffed behind a dumpster in an alley way off Duncan Street" Castiel answered.

"Was there anything else there? Did you see anything?" Sam demanded.

Castiel shook his head, his eyes darkening as he shifted on the spot.

"This was the only thing I discovered at the scene Sam. I cannot find Dean because of the marks I placed on both your ribs to keep you safe from detection from the other Angels" he said quietly, a trace of pain coming to the Angel's eyes before it disappeared leaving the familiar blankness which Sam was used to seeing. Castiel was clearly blaming himself for not being able to locate Dean.

"Hey, don't blame yourself for this, the marks have kept us safe several times before, you had no way of knowing that something like this would happen" he said before he reached up and rubbed his forehead, ignoring the throbbing pain. "We will just have to play the guy's game. Do what he instructs and hope against hope that he messes up somehow. The minute he does we'll have him and we'll have Dean back."

"I shall continue to search for Dean while you rest" Castiel said after a pause, disappearing from the room before Sam could answer him.

He looked around him before he grabbed the impala key from the desk and left the room.

There was no way he was going to stay behind, not when Dean needed him.

He would find his big brother even if it killed him.

Author Note

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