Chapter 30
Dean Winchester was a douche bag.
He had driven around for an hour and his anger finally faded. He could now see how completely irrational he had been towards Castiel. He had no right to say the things he had said to him, especially after everything Castiel had been through. Yes, he had been angry over the lies. He was so tired of the constant lies and secrets. Sam's lies had almost gotten him killed and they did start the Apocalypse. The angels' lies had nearly cost him Sam and Castiel.
He just didn't want any more lies. He wanted Castiel to know he could be honest with him. And he understood why Castiel had kept the truth from him to some degree. The main reason was he knew how Dean would react. But Dean also knew that Castiel felt that their relationship was wrong. That he wasn't worthy enough or something.
Dean knew he had to go apologize. He just hoped Castiel would accept it.
He pulled into the motel parking lot and parked. He got out of the car and made his way up to the door, taking a deep breath before he opened it.
"Cas?" He called out. "Cas, I'm back. Look, we need to talk!"
He sighed at the silence that greeted him. He shut the door behind him.
"Cas, I'm sorry for the crap I said. I didn't mean it. I shouldn't have said it. Just answer me…"
His voice trailed off as he scanned the room. His heart sunk when he realized Castiel's bag was missing along with all of his others possessions.
"Castiel!" Dean yelled despite knowing the truth. He quickly searched the room and saw that Castiel really was nowhere to be found.
"Shit! Son of a bitch!"
He ran his hand over his face desperately trying to figure out where Castiel could have gone. Then his eyes fell on his cell phone lying on the floor. The screen was lit up indicating he had a message. He quickly grabbed it and called his voicemail, praying it would tell him where Castiel was. He sank to the floor, however, when he listened to Castiel's tearful message.
"No. No no no!" Dean whispered as he shook his head. He quickly hung up and then dialed Castiel's number. It rang and then he cursed when it went to voicemail.
"This is Castiel… please leave a message… thank you."
"Castiel. It's Dean. Look, I'm sorry for what I said, alright. I was being a complete dick. I swear I didn't mean any of the shit I said. I love you more than anything and I know you love me too. Please call me back so we can talk. Let me know where you are and I'll come get you. I don't care where it is or when you call. Just call me. We can work this out. I'm not mad at you. I… I just want you to come back, OK? Call me as soon as you get this message. Please. I love you, Cas."
He hung up and forced himself to stay calm. He tried to think of what Castiel might have done. He decided to try Bobby, just in case.
"Hello?" He heard Bobby's voice answer.
"Bobby, its Dean."
"Everything alright?"
Dean sighed. "No. No, it's not. Look, have you heard from Castiel? We had a fight and he took off. I don't know where he went. Did he call you?"
"Shit. No, he didn't call here. Where are you?"
"About a day's drive from your place. Damn it."
"What the hell were you fighting about?"
Dean felt his face flush at the question.
"It… nothing. It was a stupid fight. But he doesn't understand that so he probably thinks I'm pissed at him still. He didn't answer his cell phone."
"I'll try him too. And I'll see what I can do about locating him."
"Thanks, Bobby."
Suddenly, the phone beeped, indicating Dean had another call coming in. His heart lifted hopefully.
"Bobby, I have another call. It might be him. I'll call you back."
He switched over to the other call.
"Castiel? Cas, is that you?"
There was silence for a moment and then he heard a male's voice come over the line that definitely was not Castiel's.
"This is not Castiel," The voice replied coolly. "Hello, Dean Winchester."
"Who is this?"
"I believe you know who this is."
Dean felt his stomach drop.
"Lucifer."
"There, see? I knew you would know."
"What do you want?"
"Well, Dean Winchester, I wanted to inform you that you needn't bother searching for Castiel any longer. He is safe within my care. Safe from individuals such as yourself who have harmed him."
Dean bristled at Lucifer's words.
"You son of a bitch! I never hurt him!"
"I would have to disagree. You see, my brother came to me rather distraught just a little while ago. You had said such cruel things to him and it broke his heart. Now, to me, that is harming him. He wandered out into your world all alone and vulnerable. What if the other angels had gotten their hands on him, hmm? That was a thoughtless act, Dean Winchester. Thoughtless indeed. And to think I went to such lengths to give you such a fine gift. That I helped to bring the two of you together."
Dean closed his eyes and clenched his fists in a rage. "I was pissed off. And I'm sorry for what I said. Where is Castiel? I want to talk to him."
"So you can break his little heart again? No, I'm afraid that is not acceptable."
"You son of a bitch. If you do anything to hurt him I will kill you. I don't give a fuck about the other angels or you're fucking Apocalypse. If you hurt him I will hunt you down and I will kill you," He growled into the phone.
"I have no intention of harming my brother. I care for him far more than you are capable of and I will protect him from harm. Oh, and if you still desire to hunt me down, I suggest you needn't bother returning to Georgia. We will be gone by then."
Dean felt his heart thunder in his chest. "Where are you going? Where are you taking him?"
"Somewhere safe. A place where I can grow my armies."
There was a click and then the phone went dead.
* * *
Lucifer looked over at Castiel who was sleeping on the bed. He smiled tenderly as he looked at him.
"Sleep well, my brother," he said quietly. "Soon you will join me. Soon, you and I will bring down those who have betrayed us. Then, together, we shall rise to power."
He raised his goblet towards Castiel in a gesture of cheers. Then put the goblet to his lips and drank down the sweet red virgin blood that had been collected earlier that morning.
