CASTIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
When I woke up, Dean was sitting in the middle of a Devil's trap. He was shivering, wrapping his arms around himself. "Stay away from me, Castiel. Just stay away." Imagine my surprise at this point. I was expecting to wake up next to a smiling, green eyed boy who would scrunch his nose and yawn, then hug me and tell me to make him pie.
Of course, I didn't listen when he told me to stay away. I ran over to Dean and sat outside the Devil's Trap, asking for an explanation. "What the fucking hell happened, Dean Winchester?!" It came out harsher than I meant, but I really didn't care.
"Cas...when I was in Hell...I made a deal with Lucifer..." Silence. "You WHAT?" Silence again. "Yeah...i'll just explain it while I can. Lucifer promised to keep you, Sammy, Garth, Kevin and I all safe when he was raised again. He said that he would eventually break out of Hell, and he would keep me and my loved ones completely out of harm's way if I promised to be his vessel. He's coming, I can feel it." Dean started crying, tears rushing down his cheeks like little waterfalls. "I'm so sorry Cas, God i'm so sorry" he apologized like that for several more minutes.
I'm very bad at holding grudges, especially against Dean. I didn't like seeing him in pain like this, it broke my heart. It was smart thinking to put himself in a Devil's trap, though. I pulled Dean into a tight hug, rubbing his back soothingly. I wanted to make this go away. Angry tears slipped through my eyes and splashed into his hair.
We stayed like that, crying, for several minutes. Half an hour. An hour. 2 hours. Not talking, just holding each other and bawling. Believe me, I was angry at him for being so stupid that he would make a deal with the devil. I was glad he still had his soul, though. Lucifer is known for taking souls in deals. I held him tightly against me and kissed his forehead "We'll get through this, we always do" He shook his head, not being able to take it. I could see a blush forming across his face, probably from the kiss I just gave him. I hope I embarrassed the stupid bitch. Then again, I hope I DIDN'T embarrass the stupid bitch.
"Cas...I can't do this. I'm sorry" I didn't even consider running because I knew there would be no point in it. Lucifer would find us, he would find Dean. Besides, I was tired of running. I wanted to stay with him and fight. There was a song that Dean and I used to listen to...two songs, actually. Little Lion Man. King and Lionheart. Those were our two songs, along with Featherstone. I interpreted all of them about being brave, having the heart of a lion. Standing up for what you believe. Not backing down, even when it gets hard. This all sounds really cheesy, but i'm very emotional right now. You have to excuse that, given the fact that my best friend/the guy i'm in love with is about to be possessed by my evil brother who wants nothing more than to destroy and take over the whole world. That tends to upset people a tad bit.
"Dean, you fucked up." "No shit, Sherlock!" "My name is not Sherlock" "I hate you" "No, you don't." He looked up at me, smiling. "What? Why are you smiling? Stop that, this is not amusing" he smiled wider "I did it." I looked at him, confused. "You did what?" he laughed and blinked, his eyes turning black. I gasped and tried to get up to run, but he had already tackled me and was repeatedly punching my (beautiful) face. His powers didn't work inside the devil trap, I knew that much, so he couldn't just throw me against the wall. I pulled out my angel blade, hesitating for only a minute before slicing him in the side. He screamed in agony and stared at me, bloody tears falling down his cheeks.
Bloody tears. That meant his vessel was wearing out. That meant his vessel was DYING. Dean...he was dying. Lucifer was wearing him out. I couldn't take it, I screamed. Dean/Lucifer looked at me and smiled, flashing bloody teeth and pitch black eyes. He yelled "Cas! Hey come on, Cas!" And I felt someone shaking me.
Screaming, I sat up in bed as quick as angelically possible. I was still screaming, and I felt a cool line of sweat across my forehead. My cheeks felt wet and I looked around me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Dean sitting next to me on the bed. His face was scared and his eyes were full of worry, his jaw tight. I fell off the bed, backing away from him.
"Castiel! Listen, it's okay. It was just a dream. None of it is real." He tried to console me, but it wasn't working. "Stay away from me, you black eyed bastard! And get out of Dean!" Dean shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
"Okay, what the HELL are you talking about?! I'm me! See?" He picked up a nearby can of holy water and splashed it on himself. He didn't scream, or yell, or cry out, or smoke. It was really him. It was Dean. It was MY Dean.
I sighed and leaned against the wall, a splitting headache coming on. "I'm sorry." He shook his head. "Nah, don't apologize. I don't even wanna know what you dreamed about." Then he looked up, curious. "What DID you dream about, anyway?"
I recalled the nightmare to him, not leaving out a single detail. He nodded slowly. "That's weird. Really weird." Staring at him, my gaze intensified. "What did you do?" Dean shook his head "It's what I didn't do. I really did die and go to hell a little while ago...and Lucifer wanted to make that deal...but I said no. Maybe Lucifer is sending you dreams. Maybe he's sending you nightmares?" The idea had occurred to me, to be honest. It was possible. Not simple, but possible.
He slid down the wall and sat next to me, pulling him into his arms. "You're safe now. It's all gonna be okay. I won't let anyone hurt you" Even though I was trying not to, sobs escaped my lips and eyes while he held me. He whispered "shhhh"s and "it's okay"s and "you're alright"s to me for the next hour. Finally, when I was calm, I went back and laid in bed. Dean brought me some Tylenol for my headache and a glass of water to keep me hydrated. It was sweet, actually.
"I'm gonna run to the library and do some research on a possible case out in Michigan. You okay here by yourself?" I nodded. He nodded back and bit his lip. "I hate to leave you here alone when you're hurt..." I waved a dismissal hand, prodding him to leave. I wasn't gonna be the one to ruin his research on a possible case.
"Alright, I'll be back in a couple hours. Call me if you need anything." And he slipped out the door. Laying back in bed, my eyes got heavy. They shut, and soft blackness overtook me.