AN: Here it is! An update before the Holidays. Hope you all enjoy, please leave feedback, its a great motivator! HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Chapter Three
They rumbled up to the dirt driveway of the Bunker only a half hour after he had left; Gabriel had vanished shortly after he quit acknowledging his presence which suited Dean just fine. He took a few deep breaths before finally gathering the courage to open the Impala's door and step out into the warm night air. The Bunker door creaked as he opened it, the smell of cooking dinner immediately assaulting his senses.
"Dean, you're back!" Kevin noticed, his hands full of vintage dishes that he was setting carefully on the table.
Dean nodding in acknowledgment, but looked around somewhat nervously.
"If you're looking for Cas, he is in the training room," Kevin said without looking up from the task at hand. "Seemed a little pissed."
Stalking past Kevin, he pushed back the nervousness he felt deep in the pit of his gut and made his way to the training arena. He didn't need Kevin to tell him that Castiel was upset; the training room had become a haven for Cas when he was upset or they had an argument. A safe place to vent his frustrations without bothering either of the Bunkers inhabitants. If it were up to Dean he would rather the ex angel just scream, yell or throw things. That Dean could tolerate and even handle. But the silent, brooding and down right dangerous man was something that Dean had little experience with, especially when it came to relationships like theirs.
Dean heard the thwak, thwak of fists meeting canvas bags and the harsh breathing and grunting that accompanied each blow. He steeled himself as he opened the door, the low light of the arena cast lazy shadows on the wall and shrouded Castiel with an unearthly haze. The bag was nearly decimated - it hung limply onto the last chain that secured it to the high beam directly above them. Cas's teeth were bared, and his muscles were taunt and tense as each blow fell harder than the last.
Castiel must have noticed Dean's presence because his closed his mouth, set his jaw and reared back and hit the bag with all his might. The punching bag snapped back and with a mighty crack the chain that suspended it lost its battle with the angry fists of the charged almost angel.
Dean watched as Cas just stood there, watching the fallen bag, his chest heaving and his bloody fists still clenched and poised.
"You wanna take it easy on the equipment there feathers?" Dean taunted, breaking the heavy silence between the two of them.
"Leave me alone Dean," Snapped Cas, wiping his brow with the back of his hand and walking over to the wooden bench to retrieve his glass of water.
"We need to talk," Dean replied, his hands dug into his jean pockets and not moving an inch.
"You made it quite clear you wanted to have no such conversation," Cas reminded him, finally looking at him before turning his attention back to his thirst.
"Well I'm ready now, ok?"
Cas rolled his shoulders, his back to Dean. He scoffed, "Oh, so it is convenient for you now. It must be nice for such things to work in your favor."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Ok lets cut the passive aggressive bull shit Cas, ok?"
Cas threw the towel he was using the dab the sweat from his neck and spun to face the hunter.
"How about you cut the bull shit Dean? How about you start listening to me and stop acting like you are the only one in the relationship that matters!"
Dean balled his fists, "Like I haven't given you everything Cas? Like this isn't something I normally do?"
Taking two long strides towards the Hunter, Dean could see the sweat lines in Cas's thread bear white tee shirt, the way it clung to his well defined muscles.
"You are not the one to speak about sacrifices, Winchester," Castiel snarled, his eyes darkening.
Dean stepped back a bit. "Winchester? So we're back to that, huh? Suddenly you got a little bit of juice and all of a sudden you are the almighty Angel and I am the fucking help?"
"You know that is not what this is-"
"Fuck you Cas! Seriously, why don't you go back with your asshole brother and do whatever you feel you need to do. Because obviously you have already made up your mind!" Dean yelled; he could feel himself losing control. His chest was too tight and he could feel his eyes itch at the thought of losing him again. Of him continuing on without him.
His train of thought was quickly halted when he was slammed forcefully against the training room wall, Cas pining his shoulders down and catching his eye. The lights above them flickered as Dean saw a small hint of an unearthly glow beaming from behind Castiel's blue eyes. Fuck.
"Is that what you want Dean? Do you want me to leave?" He rasped, his head tilted and his voice rough, whether with rage or sadness, Dean could not tell.
"No," he huffed; softly, almost too softly for his own ears to pick up and he wondered if he had said anything at all.
Castiel leaned closer, their noses almost touching. Dean could feel the raw power rolling of the other man in waves, it was almost dizzying.
"What do you want from me that I have not already given you?" Dean heard Cas's voice start to break as he spat out the words, and he tried to ignore how hurt he looked, how he kept his eyes trained on his own the entire time.
"I want you stay," Dean whispered, still pined to the wall and willing himself to take even breaths, he screwed his eyes shut against the onslaught of emotions. "Please just don't fucking go Cas, just don't leave me again. Like you always do."
And just like that he felt Castiel's grip loosen and he found himself sliding down the metal wall of the training hall, his forehead resting on his knee as he fought to regain his composure.
Dean felt the angel kneel next to him, he felt the other man's fingers card through his hair and the insistent pressure on the back of his neck urging him to look up.
He shook his head, he couldn't let Cas see him like this; see him so vulnerable, so fucking broken and hurt. He hid this side from him, from Sam, from everyone he came in contact with and he felt all those walls shatter when he told the angel to leave. When the possibility of being left alone came around like it always does. Everyone left him in the end, so why would Cas be any different.
"Please, Dean look at me," Cas pleaded, his voice softer as he continued to stroke the back of his neck and the hairline that met there.
Dean finally did, slowly and hesitantly to meet Cas's gaze.
"All I have ever wanted, Dean Winchester, was to stay with you. To protect you. This," he gestured to himself, "The grace does not change that, Gabriel does not change that. I won't leave you."
Dean heaved a shuddering sigh, "Fuck. I'm sorry Cas, I'm so fucking-"
Castiel cut him off with a hard kiss, knocking Dean's head back against the wall, biting his lip a bit too hard in the process.
Dean pressed back with just as much fervor, his hands finding their way to tangle in Castiel's soft hair.
Cas pulled away, breathing heavily. He squinting and brought a thumb to brush Dean's lip, and it came away with a tinge of pink.
"I apologize," he muttered, his eyes wide at his mistake. "I am having trouble reigning in my surge in strength."
Dean licked the tender spot on his lip, tasting the salty, metallic tang and shrugged a bit.
"Gotta remember not to mess with you anymore, feathers," he smiled crookedly.
Castiel started to smile in return when one of the light bulbs over head burst unexpectedly and Cas grabbed Dean's hand as he started to fall over.
"Cas!" Dean cried, jumping to attention as Cas's eyes widened and his muscle's tensed.
They caught each other's eyes once more before Cas's were engulfed in heavenly light for a split second before he fell unconscious on the training room floor.
"Cas! Wake up feathers, come on!" Dean cried, slapping the unconscious angel on the face but his head only fell limply to the side.
"Gabriel!"
AN: I'M SORRY.
Happy holidays... *runs away*