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A dangerous gift
Chapter 4
Dean knew that Castiel needed his help and that he was the only one who could actually help. He didn't want Castiel to have some asshole angel to share his feelings with. The angel needed somebody good, and Dean knew he could probably be that person but he was still Dean Winchester. By definition, a ladies man.
The fact was that he was okay with being with Castiel. He trusted the angel and he knew he would have his privacy just like before but there was only one thing that was worrying him. Their friendship. Dean didn't want it to change. He liked what he had with the angel and the feeling of having a friend that was actually hard to kill was good. He didn't want the angel to start avoiding him or something because he was bonded with him. For all he knew, Castiel could simply start hating him since he had took this thing from him. Since, if Dean was right, this bond thing was there for eternity. Once it was done, it was done. They would have to live with it.
And would Dean still be able to go out with other people? Would this hurt the angel? He didn't want to make the angel suffer.
"Dean?" A deep voice said next to him.
"I'm sorry, Cas. I just really need to think about it." Dean said as he turned his face to look at the angel.
"I know and I just wanted to tell you something about it." Castiel said as he sat on Dean's bed.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You would still be able to be with those women you care about. I wouldn't force you to stay with me." Castiel explained. "We would stay the exact same, just that your soul and my grace would be a little bit closer."
Dean sighed and closed his eyes as he looked on the ground. "Eternity is a long time, you know. What will happen when I die?"
"You will stay with me, but only as an energy, a ghost you might call." The angel said.
Dean nodded slowly. "Do you want it?" He asked and looked straight at Castiel.
The angel stared back at him and whispered. "I'm leaving this to you, Dean. You can choose to help me or you can choose not to. I will understand."
This time, the hunter shook his head and sighed. "Don't… Castiel, do you want this?" Dean asked again. The full name again… he was serious.
But still Castiel avoided the question. "I do not want to influence your choice. You choose for yourself Dean. I don't want you to start hating me because I put you in this." He tensed up a small bit when he saw the look on Dean's face. "I do…" The angel whispered without looking at his friend. Dean simply nodded and stood up. He gently tapped Castiel's left shoulder blade and walked away.
"Call Gabriel." The hunter said.
Dean could do this, he would do this. And if Castiel said that it wouldn't change anything, it probably wouldn't change anything. Castiel would not lie about that, would he?
…
Sam was sat at the table, where was the bunker's entrance. He had got out his computer and started researching. He heard Gabriel saying that the thing Castiel and Dean were about to do was really intimate in angel ways. He didn't want to bother them and probably didn't want to see it happening. He gasped when he heard the sound of Gabriel's wings and saw the pile of books he had brought. The archangel put them on the table and smiled at Sam.
"There you go. All the books I could find about angel's mating season." Gabriel said before sitting in a chair in front of Sam.
"Mating season?" Sam asked as he put his computer aside.
"Some people call it like that. I doesn't really have a name so yeah. Where do we start?" The archangel asked.
"We?"
"Yes, we. You don't want any help?"
"From you, I don't really know."
"Come on, Sammich!" Gabriel said as he took one book and quickly turned the pages. "There are a lot of things I do not know about this thing and now I have a reason to search for it."
"Wait, you don't know… and you send Castiel and Dean to do the thing? It could kill them for all you know." Sam stood up, ready to tell his brother.
"Relax, I know enough. It's not dangerous or anything." Gabriel said.
Sam looked at him for a moment, trying to tell if the archangel was telling the truth. After all this angel had done, it was a little bit hard to believe in everything he said. And about that…
"Can I ask you something?" Sam asked.
"Sure."
"How are you here? You were dead."
"I faked my own death, like always." Gabriel smiled.
"You abandoned us. I went in the cage…" Sam said.
The smile was gone from the archangel face. Sam had never seen this look on him. He seemed actually sorry. "I… I couldn't kill my brother. I'm not strong enough anyway. And even if I don't really like to show it, I'm actually scared of dying. I'm sorry for what happened but… I couldn't do anything about it. I did told you how to put him in hell again, though." Gabriel said without looking at the hunter.
"You did…" Sam simply said.
Gabriel sighed. "I'm tired of running. I want to do something good. I… do you want me to leave?" He almost whispered.
"You can stay if you want. Some help would be nice." Sam said.
The archangel nodded and turned another page. "You don't have to forgive me… I don't think I deserve it anyway."
…
Dean looked at Castiel as they sat in the chairs, facing each other. Castiel sighed softly as he looked right in Dean's emerald eyes.
"Would you like to mark me too?" Castiel asked slowly.
"Mark you?" Dean replied. "As in, put my hand print on you?"
"Yes. I would need to replace my mark on your shoulder but you can do it as well. I thought it would feel fairer for you." Castiel explained.
"Well, do you want me to… mark you? I mean if it's not obligatory, it's your choice." Dean said.
"I would like it, yes. But you don't have too if you don't want it. I do not want to force you into anything you don't want." The angel said.
"Why does I have this feeling like you're going to rape me or something?" Dean said. "It's just the way you talk… you're kind of strange."
"This will last all your life and even after Dean. I just want you to be sure about this." Castiel replied.
"I'm fine with it, Cas. Now what do we need to do?" Dean asked before smiling at the angel.