Tick Tock
By
Ava Brett
Disclaimer
None of the characters mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes
Author Note
Interlude number three is coming next and is Dean's POV which I know a lot have you have wanted to see this however is a quick glance into the mind of our Angel and how he is feeling so enjoy!
I know it short but the interlude chapters will always be short!
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
Hello Castiel…
Overall Romance
Castiel/Dean Winchester, possibly Sam Winchester/OFC
Chapter Romance
Castiel/Dean Winchester
Interlude Two
Fury
Castiel stared down at the book in his hand with a look of distaste on his face.
The book was evil; he could feel it beneath his vessel's fingertips, a sense of power coming from each and every page as thought the book was alive. It should have been destroyed centuries ago rather then kept and treasured. Human were like that though, they kept things which should never have be kept and destroying other things which should have been held sacred. Things which needed to be known and learnt had been lost in the haze of time already past never to be rediscovered again by his father's favourite race. It was a tragedy and one which Castiel had witnessed again and again.
It was surprisingly heavy, the page thick and crinkled with age and no doubt made of calf skin. The writing was written in ancient English, hand written in thick, bold calligraphy script, the same as the monks were taught to write and yet Castiel could not believe that holy men, dedicated to his father's way and light would have a hand in creating this abomination. Not unless they had been forced to somehow.
Every fibre in him told him to take the book to the vaults of heaven and lock it away there for eternity for the sake of humanity and yet if he did that then Dean would die and that was something that Castiel could never allow to happen, not if it was in his powers to prevent it anyway.
He knew that Dean was his weakness but he was helpless against it, there was no one in this world more important to him then the elder Winchester. If Castiel had to pick between saving Dean's life or protecting humanity from itself then he already knew what decision he would make. He would mourn the world and all the death which would occur but losing Dean would destroy him.
If Dean died then he would forever be lost to Castiel. He had already been told by higher ranked Angels that if Dean died again he would not be returned to the plain of the living. This time if he died then he would remain dead to restore the natural balance which he had already torn apart. Dean would be trapped in the human quarters of heaven, unable to leave and out of Castiel's reach forever.
Castiel would never again feel those rough hands against his skin or kiss the lips which were sheer temptation for him. He would never again be able to see Dean's green eyes sparkling at him with hidden affection and laughter or feel the muscled, toned body beneath that of his vessel.
No.
Castiel had lost much in his long existence, his brothers, his sisters, his faith, even his grace for a short time but he would not lose Dean, especially not in the fashion that the man who had him was planning. Not when Castiel still had so much to share with Dean and to show him. He wanted to take the younger man all over the world and show him the places he had discovered while he watched over the world from heaven. Places he knew that Dean would love and cherish.
He would find Dean and he would destroy the human who dared to touch his mate making sure he took his time with him. Then he would turn his attention to the book he held in his hand and destroy it, ending this game and this evil once and for all. He cursed him self once again for marking Dean's ribs hiding him from his view. This could have all been over already if he hadn't. He could have found Dean instantly, healing him and keeping him safe. The knowledge that he might end up being too late was unbearable.
Castiel breathed out deeply, his hand tightening on the cover as his eyes narrowed.
He would make the human who took Dean wish he had never been born.
Author Note
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