Flickers
Chapter 4
Fran Gipani
Disclaimer - I don't own Supernatural,I am just throwing the characters into the past for a bit and then putting them back where I found them :)
AN - THanks for reading and I hope you enjoy also if you have the time please leave a review! :)
~Fran xx
It was just over a week after I'd met Dean that Sam's warning had any true meaning. However, Sam could never have guessed what would happen early enough, to save us the trouble and hardships that we experienced. This fact never stopped him from blaming himself though, no matter what anyone said.
– O – O – O –
Dean and Cas lay out on the sloping grassy hills where they'd lain the first time they'd met. Dean had donned his coat and the sleeves of his thin white shirt were rolled up to the elbows. Cas still wore his waistcoat, but his jacket was lying with Dean's, his sleeves were also rolled up. The warmth of the sun finally getting to them. Cas rolled onto his side, putting a hand on Dean's cheek, resting it there, carefully, and oh so slowly he lent in to press his lips to Dean's own.
The reaction was instant, Dean responded, wrapping his free arm round Cas, and smoothing his hand over the man's firm shoulders and towards his messy black hair. Dean deepened the kiss, pulling slightly on Cas' bottom lip, teasing him, before delving in once again and rolling himself so he was atop him, and as a groan of pleasure was pulled from Cas' throat, Dean knelt there leaning back. His fingers playing with the buttons of Cas' tight waist coat, bit by bit he undid the buttons and pulled Cas up to meet his lips, while slipping the coat off at the same time. Cas felt Deans fingers caressing his hair, he lowered his lips to Deans neck, teasing the skin with his tongue to receive a blissful moan from Dean. He pulled his head back up, lightly pressing his lips on Dean's again.
A mad rush of delight ran through the interlocked men as they sunk back into the grass again, Dean pressing his hips to Cas' own, he let another moan leave his mouth. They continued like this. The bliss of each other's presence, extenuating their movements. They rolled again so Cas was on top, commanding and thorough with his movements, teasing Dean just enough to get a reaction, before relaxing again. Letting Dean pull himself on top again, eyes open glinting with glee.
A smile played at Dean's lips as he pulled away from Cas a little, propping himself up in his arms. His eyes darting over the man's face, the kind features and comforting blue eyes. He's mine. And he's perfect. Sculptural. He reached out his fingers, toying with the buttons on Cas' shirt. "May I draw you?" he whispered, undoing another button. Fingers resting on the third, and sliding it undone.
"Draw me?" Cas' voice wavered a bit, the elation still running through his system, the tips of Dean's fingers on his chest sending shivers of glee down his spine.
"Yes…" Dean undid another button, and another until eventually Cas was devoid of his shirt. Gently he eased the shirt of Cas' pale, muscled shoulders, and discarded it.
Cas nodded and slipped Dean a kiss before watching as his friend lifted his skinny body of him and leant over to where he'd left his bag. Nimble hands pulled out a sketch book and pencil, before he turned to face him.
"Stay there, leaning back on your elbows." He paused for a moment, the tip of the pencil resting on his lips. "Are you comfortable Cas?"
Cas nodded with a smile, before relaxing his face and trying not to get too caught up in watching the deft workings of Dean's fingers behind the square pad of paper that rested on the man's knees.
Sometime later Dean looked up at Cas with a grin, he shut the sketchbook and slipped it, with the pencil back into the bag. He stood stretched and pulled Cas into a standing position. "Come on! We better go."
"Hey! Aren't you going to show me?"
"All in good time…" Dean replied with a wink, "now get your clothes back on," he let out a bark of a laugh, "we need to appear even slightly civilised, well you do anyway."
Soon enough the pair made their way back down the path and into the ally way. When they were about a third of the way down, Cas rounded to face Dean and gave him a peck on the lips before deepening the kiss and slowly pushing Dean against the vine covered wall, one of Cas' hands flat against the wall next to Deans face, the fingers of the other wound through Deans hair. Dean responded instantly, wrapping his arm round Cas' back, holding him closer while the other explored the muscles of Cas' shoulders. Cas moved his mouth down to the base of Dean's neck again, pulling at the skin and leaving kisses all the way up to his lips. They broke apart, both panting, eyes glinting with elation. Hungry for more, Dean pulled Cas, if possible, closer. The feeling of Cas' body against his sending currents of electricity from every contact point. Every sinew quivering with the euphoria of their need for closeness.
Seconds later they broke apart again, reluctantly Cas pulled himself from Dean, and entwining their fingers he whispered, "Come on, we better go." They left the ally, not realising that there had been someone watching the whole thing from the window of the bakery, right from when Dean and Cas had entered the ally.
"Let's go back to my…ermm…house. It's not as fancy as yours but it is home. Sam wants to meet you." He grinned.
Seconds later when they were on the street they heard a yell from behind them and both men spun round. It only took seconds for Dean to be fuming and to storm back up the street in the opposite direction.
"Dean? DEAN!" Cas called after him but it was as if he didn't hear.
– O – O – O –
Sam veered to the left to walk down the main street back home, it was a nice afternoon and there was a chance Dean could be in the street still selling his drawings, or he was with Cas. A smile flooded his face at the thought of how happy his brother had been lately, since Dad left Dean hadn't been the same. Sam knew Dean thought he didn't know how much his elder brother had given up for him. He said he gave up on school to concentrate on his art, and even if that was partially true, Sam knew the real reason was so that Dean could afford to keep him in school, and keep a roof over their heads. Having passed where Dean usually sat to draw, Sam was about to turn off towards home and walk the back way again, when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and was spun round to face the other way.
"Crowley?" He'd recognized the baker's son anywhere. The sleek black hair and the thin lips constantly pulled into a smirk.
"Your brother's Dean isn't he? The skinny artist?" He didn't even wait for a reply before his fist went full force into Sam's jaw. The smaller boy stumbled back, just to receive another hard punch, making him tumble to the ground. "Well he's been hanging around with people like the Novak's…Castiel to be exact…it's not his place. Especially with what they do together."
"Does it matter?" Sam coughed, wiping his mouth to see blood on the back of his hand. Seconds later Sam felt the toe of Crowley's boot shove into his stomach and he let out a yell of agony.
"Of course it does. Give your brother this from me," he picked Sam up by the collar of his shirt, and punched him in the eye, letting go at the right moment to send Sam flying into the gutter. No one stopped, no one did a thing to stop Crowley. The difference in class meant that Crowley could do whatever he liked without too much consequence. With a satisfied smirk, he turned and walked back towards his shop.
Sam groaned, curling in on himself, not wanting to move, the aching pain threatening to overwhelm him. Then he heard a voice through the fog of his mind.
"DEAN!"
"No Dean…don't…" he muttered though he knew it would do nothing.
"I told you if you ever touched my brother again, I'd blind you." Dean growled dangerously.
Crowley turned, "Ahh Dean! How nice of you to join us…and Castiel…I was teaching Sam here a lesson. A lesson about you two actually." He indicated Cas and Dean, "it really isn't right, what you're doing."
"It is if we both want it to be." Cas cut in angrily, staring up at Crowley from where he was kneeling next to Sam.
"Cas don't…" Dean whispered, standing protectively in front of both of them, you can't get in trouble for this, that's not a good idea. Dean threw a punch with as much force as he could muster.
"He is smaller than you!"
Punch.
"Younger than you!"
Punch.
Dean picked him up by the collar, Crowley's bloodied face inches from his, "Do you honestly think you could get away with it?" Using all the strength he had, he punched him in the jaw, sending the man's head into the cobbled stone pathway with a sickening thud. Dean gave him a kick just to be sure, before standing rubbing his knuckles.
In one fluid motion, Cas lifted Sam up to cradle the boy to his chest, "Dean, come on! We can't stay here." He indicated the motionless Crowley, "follow me, Sam needs help." Dean nodded, and silently followed Cas towards the large white house on the hill, every few seconds he'd look worriedly down at Sam. At one point Cas could have sworn he saw tears welling up in Dean's eyes but if he did, Dean removed them as fast as they'd come. They finally reached the wrought iron gates onto Cas' family estate.
Dean followed Cas through the smaller gate and closed it behind him, trying to keep up with Cas' quick pace.
"We'll put him up in my room, then I'll get mother, she has some medical training."
They hurried through the side door, then up the stairs, minutes later they were in the large, white walled room. Cas lay Sam down on the four poster bed, and made sure his was comfy with a pillow under his head before saying, "I'll be back in a second." He ran from the room and returned later with a small kind faced woman, Dean could see the resemblance, could see where Cas' kindness came from.
"Hello Dean," she smiled, "and this must be Sam." She walked over to the bed with a worried look on her face. "Castiel dear could you get me some warm water and clean cloths form the kitchen?"
Dean watched as Cas nodded and left the room, "I can help him if you want…"
"No, that's fine Dean, I need to talk to you." She sighed, and began to unbutton Sam's shirt, "From what I understand you reacted to the man who did this and gave him the same in return. Crowley is of a higher class than you so his family will call the police and they will take you. If they do I am sorry but there is nothing we can do."
"I know," Dean nodded, "thank you though, this is enough, just…"
At that moment three uniformed men crashed into the room. "Dean Winchester!" One of them barked, "we need to take you in."
"No!" Cas cried out, as he followed the two men in, "it was self defense. It was self defense!
"Cas don't…I knew this would happen. As long as Sammy is okay…I...I just need him to be okay. He's my little brother, I needed to protect him, and I failed him, again." Dean was about to walk over to the two men when there was a muffled cough from the bed.
"Dean," Sam gave a cry of pain as he tried to sit up, "Dean what's happening?"
"It's okay Sammy. Everything will be okay. Cas will explain everything," Dean winced as the cuffs were clipped around his wrists.
"Dean!" Sam and Cas said in unison. The latter ran forward to pull Dean into a last kiss, as they hauled Dean from the room.
"Dean!" Sam called again, tears threatening to break loose, with no idea whether he'd ever see his brother again.