Sweet child of mine chapter nine
Sorry for the very long wait between updates, I have started university and it seems to take up all my time. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I hope you will all be kind enough to do it again.
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Dean was driving Sam to distraction; he had been pacing the cramped little hotel room for the last two hours. He had started doing it as a way to settle down his son...Wow his son! It was hard for Sam to believe that his brother was a daddy. Of course Sam knew he would be, after all he had seen it in the future. But still it was strange to see it now, to see him holding him.
Sam had always known Dean would make a fantastic farther; he had done ok with him after all. And despite a few little wobbles in the road Sam thought he had turned out pretty damn well. He only hoped that his brother would have a chance to show the world, what an awesome parent he could be. But that's why Sam was here, why he had been returned. And he was damn sure that no matter what, the vision of Dean dying in the future would never happen. And if he had his way Dean, Cas and baby Sam could live the fairytale life... They would have their happily ever after.
"Sam why are you just sitting there, will you do something for Christ's sake? Cas will be going out of his mind with worry, shit I am going out of my mind with worry. We need the angels here Sam."
Dean ranted at his brother for what must have been the millionth time. Sam wanted to do something, but he had no idea what the hell to do. And Dean pacing the room, only to stop and bitch at him every few minutes, really was not helping him think...
"Dean I have no idea what the hell to do, if I did, don't you think I would have done it already? Hey you're free to come up with ideas bright spark."
Sam didn't mean to be pissy with his brother he knew his was worried about the angels, so was Sam. But he needed to think and while Dean was wearing a hole in the already thread bare carpet, he didn't have a chance of coming up with any kind of plan... Dean was driving his little brother insane.
"Look Dean, it would be far easier for me to think if you would just sit your ass down for a minute, because I am warning you Dean sit on it, or I will knock you on it!"
Dean looked at his brother in shock, had Sammy really just said that to him? He had guessed that his pacing was annoying the younger Winchester, but he couldn't just sit still. He felt just so god damn useless, he needed Cas back here, and their son needed the angel. Why couldn't they just come up with something, anything to get the angel back where he belonged? Dean hated to admit it, but he was scared that something had happened to both the angels, and if it had. What would happen to them then? Dean knew Michael would find them again...But this time there would be no escape. They had been lucky the first time; Sam had managed to get them out of the room before Michael had his chance to kill them. Dean knew that if they were to come face to face again now, they wouldn't stand a chance. Sam's powers were still new to him and he hadn't had a chance to figure out how they worked.
"Shit!"
Dean stated loudly as he sat down heavily on the bed, they needed a plan and fast. He couldn't send Sammy out to try and track the Angels down, that was far too dangerous, the angels wanted Sam and Dean was sure that if he were out in the open they would find him within seconds. Another reason that wouldn't work is that he and baby Sam needed him here, His brother was the only line of defence he had at the moment. And as much as Dean hated to think of Sam that way, what other choice did he have? He and his son would be defenceless.
An idea struck dean out of the blue as he thought about what future Cas had told him about Sam and how Sam had used his angel powers to call to him.
"Sam try and call him with your powers, future boy said that's how you did it before."
"Dean, I have never used my powers to call him. Hell I don't even know if I can."
"You can Sammy, I know you can...Please you have to do this, if not for me do it for your nephew."
Dean knew what he had said to his brother was low, and he hated that he had resorted to using emotional blackmail. But he was going out of his mind here.
"I'll try it, but I can't guarantee anything."
Sam said as he closed his eyes, and concentrated hard on Castiel calling to him with his mind."
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Castiel didn't know what to do. He had tried for the last hour to sense either brother, to pick up some small trace to show him that they were safe, but every time he came up empty handed.
The future angel was of no use to him, and no matter how much Cas would like to grab the man and shake the hell out of him, he didn't... It broke his heart to look at him as he sat on the remains of what was once the bed, clutching his sons blue blanket to his chest and letting out the loudest sobs the angel had ever heard in his life.
He could see Raphael standing near the door, and even though he was making sure they hadn't been followed, and guarding the entrance to the now demolished room. Cas knew that as he stood there with his eyes closed, that he too was trying to locate the brother's. But it looked as if he was having as much luck as he was.
The angel was torn; did he keep trying to search in vain? Or did he go across the room and try and comfort the now wailing future version of himself? He chose the latter.
"We will find them."
He said as he as he sat on the bed next to his future self, but he didn't even acknowledge the angel presence as he continued to cry into the blanket he had now lifted to his face.
"Please do not cry, if we cannot find a way to locate them. I am sure they will find a way to contact us."
"If they can."
Cas couldn't believe how broken the angel sounded, he knew that he was worried about his son. Hell even he was worried, but he knew that baby Samuel was with his father and uncle. And he knew that nothing would happen to him while he was, Sam and Dean would protect him until their dying breath.
"They are fine, we would know if anything had happened to them. We would feel it, I know we would."
He said trying to reassure the angel, but even if he hoped that was the truth. He didn't know that for sure.
"If they were fine Cas, Sam would have called!"
How could Cas have forgotten about that from his dream walking, he remembered that as he had watched the dream unfold before him, he had almost felt his future self's pain and fear. Cas knew Sam could do it, so why hadn't he called?
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Sam was slowly going insane... He had been trying to call Castiel for the last thirty minutes, and the only thing he had managed to do was give himself a migraine.
"Any luck?"
Dean asked as he moved his son gently to his shoulder to burp him, smiling when baby Sam let out a large belch.
"That's my boy"
He said as he lay the baby back down in his arms, so he could finish his bottle.
"No, I just can't do it Dean I've tried everything.
Sam told him as he lifted his hands to his temples and began to massage them.
Dean could see pain etched on his brother's face, and he knew how much pressure he was putting him under. But he just couldn't let Sam give up, not now.
"Sam you have to keep trying, please... Try calling him out loud; it may work that way I don't know. But you have got to keep trying, we can't do this alone, I can't do this alone."
Dean said looking down at the baby that was now sucking air out of his bottle. He had no idea how his and the angel's relationship worked, or even how it had started. But he knew he wanted to do this with him, not alone.
Sam felt sorry for his brother, he really did. But he really wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up.
"Ok, I will try again Dean. But I will have to stop soon, its splitting my head in two."
"Cas?"
Sam called out softly, but he felt no response from the angel.
"Castiel?"
Still nothing... And Sam was starting to feel pressure building up in his head. He felt a pain that was almost unimaginable, and the pain was making him mad.
"Castiel, get your god damn feathery ass here right now!"
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"Castiel felt sick, angels didn't get sick. But the constant wave of nausea that had the angel stumbling to his feet was all too real. The angel tried to make his way to the bathroom, but the room began to swim in front of his eyes.
"Castiel are you ok?"
The future angel asked him as he came up beside him, and tried to help him to his feet. Cas wanted to scream at him, tell him that he was far from ok. But the pain that was building in his head prevented him.
"Castiel, you're scaring me."
The future angel told him. Ha, scaring him he was the one in agony here. Then he heard it, he heard the voice that was causing all his pain.
"Castiel, get your god damn feathery ass here right now!"
"Sam?"
The future angel heard the younger version of himself scream in pain. And he barely had a second to think before he grasped the other him...And they were flying through space.
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TBC
Ok this chapter sucks ass, but please bear with me. It will get better I swear. Please review good or bad. x