(HQ – Library – At afternoon)
Sam browsed though the bookshelves looking for a particular book, he was thinking about what he talked with Dean, if feelings can really break an angel and make him fall. Sam found a book, but it was so heavy that he almost knocked down some others book off in the shelf.
Sam rested the book on the table "The heaven's imaginarium" was a fancy name for a book that talked about the damned and the divine in this world; He skipped though pages until something caught his attention.
"Then the sons of god fell for the mortals creating a new offspring… Nefilin" – Sam knew he was getting close to something and continued - "The ones that fell shall never rise again, thus becoming strangers in their own home"
That's means Cas will never go home? – Asked Sam to himself, "Did Cas knew about that?" thought Sam while keeping reading – "The fallen ones will wander in their own exile until they fade away like time itself" In the bottom of the page Sam could read in a beautiful handwriting.
"OBS: According to this book a fallen angel would never return to heavens, thus being dammed to live as an exile and wander, until he fades away. Storage box 107"
What was in the Storage box 107? – said Sam again to himself, while walking towards the deposit Sam thought in admiration how much knowledge was in the Man of letters' library, If they knew somehow how to cure a demon, did they know how to cure an angel?
Sam browsed again thought the boxes and found Box 107, it was made of some dark and heavy wood, Sam putted it on the closest table and opened it admiring the carvings on the cover.
There was a note book, a black feather and old movie cartridge inside the box; Sam smiled and took the note book, but Dean just walked into the room:
Sammy, do you wanna a sandwich? – Sam immediately hid the box behind him
Y-yes, Dean! – Said Sam crossing his arms to hide the note book – No tomatoes please.
Ok – Said Dean a little suspicious turning back and leaving the room
"That was close" Thought Sam closing the box again and putting it on its place, he kept the note book, he'd rather Dean not know that he was searching about, Dean could be stubborn sometimes, and if Sam could avoid another fight he would.
Sam sat on a chair that was close to the table and began to read it:
"I really don't buy those life-past-regression therapies, but my wife keeps insisting me to go to some sessions… Last session I had a scary experience, I burned the therapist chair to ashes… I don't know what happened, some strangers came to my door today, and they said that I was an angel. I laughed on their faces; even so I talked to them."
"They say they are called "man of Letters" and it would be important that to protect my family that I would go with them, I've never been so scared, I must admit that I went with them, I needed to know what happened, but not even for a second I believed that I was an angel"
There were some others writings, but Sam was really tired, he went through the whole morning to find it, now he needed to rest a little. Sam putted away the note book in his pocket and walked towards the living room, Dean smiled at him and handed him a plate with a sandwich:
Eat up Sammy! – Said Dean with his mouth full of meat – I made my special recipe.
Ok – Said Sam sitting and eating
So, what are you looking for on the deposit? – Said Dean trying to make some small talk
Just some stuff – Said Sam taking another bite – You know ancient, stuff.
Ok – Said Dean smiling he was really happy with the sandwich – Sammy, do you mind if Cas hang around more?
No, Dean – Said Sam frowning an eyebrow – Why?
I dunno dude – Said Dean taking another bite – He's acting weirdo again, I thought in keeping an eye on him.
I thought you said that wasn't nothing to do, if something was wrong with him – Said Sam smiling, all in all Dean was just like him, he was trying to protect Cas too, but in his way
I know I said that dude! – Said Dean licking his fingers – But he was there for us when it mattered, I think is fair that we be with him when he needs.
I agree, Dean – Said Sam finishing his sandwich, and smiling at Dean – Besides you can try to find out how is like to be with a guy.
Dude! What's wrong with you? – Said Dean with a grossed out face – Bitch!
Jerky! – Said Sam laughing, it was good to just tease Dean a little about his bromance.
(HQ – Dean's Bedroom– At night)
No… No… Sammy! – Shouted Dean waking himself up, it was another nightmare, it had been a while he didn't have one that Dean forgot how it felt like – Fuck!
Coursed Dean sitting on the bed as rubbed his eyes and turned the lights on, Dean could feel the smell of sulfur on his nose, it made him twist his nose slightly, Dean made his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator putting his head inside it to grab the coldest beer, he got it and sat on the chair looking at the beer on the table, he felt Castiel's presence again.
Hello, Dean – Said Cas, making Dean turn his chair to sit and face him
Cas – Said Dean a little drowsy – Doing good?
Dean – Said Castiel ignoring the question – Did you call me?
No – Said Dean laying his back on the chair
I'm sorry then – Said Castiel, but this time he just stood there looking at Dean's face
I had a nightmare – Said Dean, he felt like telling it to Castiel for at least small talk's sake
I thought so – Said Castiel looking at Dean's forehead with a drop of sweat rolling to the side – You look unwell.
I was in hell again – Said Dean still looking at Castiel's eyes, but now Castiel was looking at the floor
Impossible – Said the angel in a calm manner – I pulled you out with my own hands.
I know Cas – Said Dean he almost could feel the markings that weren't there anymore burning a little – I think I never said thanks to you and meant… Thank you Cas.
Castiel just smiled in silence turning his eyes to Dean's eyes, Dean felt a good feeling like a wave run though him.
Will you drink it? – Said Castiel looking at the beer
No – Said Dean with a smile – I don't think I need it anymore.
That's good, Dean – Said the angel smiling softly and walking pass Dean
Where you going? – Asked Dean standing up and resting his hand on Castiel's shoulder
Somebody else needs me, Dean – Said Castiel without looking into Dean's eyes, Dean could feel some kind of sadness in his voice
Don't go, Cas – Said Dean pressing his fingers on Castiel's shoulder – Stay here a little while.
I don't think It would be right, Dean – Said Castiel looking away, He knew if Dean asked him to stay again he would – I just came because I thought you would be in danger.
Then you heard me, didn't you? – Asked Dean pursuing Castiel's eyes, but in vain, Castiel was looking the other way, avoiding eye contact
Yes, I did – Said Castiel closing his eyes for one moment – I heard you shouting Sam's name.
Then stay for a while – Said Dean searching words to convince Castiel to stay, because in truth he was scared that if he slept again, another nightmare could remind him of hell, somehow if Castiel was there he could sleep and know that it was just a nightmare – I would appreciate it, Cas… Please, don't go.
Castiel turned his eyes to Dean again, that strange feeling filled the air again, there was something in Castiel's eyes, Dean felt a warm hand on his face, Castiel smiled sadly and Dean understood that and closed his eyes slowly, Dean embraced Castiel like he did when he met him on the purgatory, wrapping his arms around him.
Castiel smiled again thinking to himself "Freedom is a length of rope" – Dean – Whispered Castiel holding him back with a calm and warm embrace – Let me go.
Cas, I'm scared – Whispered Dean a stubborn drop of swear still lingered on his forehead – It's still haunts me, what I've become, haunts me… Cas.
Dean – Said Castiel pulling away slowly from Dean's arms, Castiel just smiled again, warm like thousand suns in the morning – What can I do?
Stay – Said Dean looking at Castiel's face, trying to read those blue eyes so endless and calm
Castiel nodded with a smile again, Dean smiled wide and with his right hand held Castiel arm weakly. They stood there in silence without a world until Dean sat on the couch; Castiel rested his hand on Dean's cheek and whispered in his ear.
I'm here… Dean – Dean smiled weakly and closing his eyes, rested his head on the couch.