Author's Note: I will be updating on Saturday, Feb 16/13 for the second part of this Chapter. Thanks for reading! ^_^
The candle light flickered making shadows on the dirty wall. The gentle breeze blew the curtains swaying into the abandoned room. He sat alone watching the candle at the centre table. The room was dark but he felt darker in his heart. He wasn't used to this.
He looked up at black and white photo frames that hung on the wall covering imperfections. He felt the urgency to speed up time rocking back and forth in his chair. He waited.
The door knob began to turn. He shot glance at the slightest noise. The moment he had been waiting for had arrived. His heart raced as he sat not knowing what to say. Would he be mad? He thought to himself in panic.
The door creaked open and footsteps were heard on the old ragged doormat that probably had never been washed. He saw the shadow of a man walking into the home. He moved slowly but Castiel didn't mind. He waited hours to see him.
Dean walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the cupboards. Castiel watched in silence as Dean poured orange juice calmly in the glass filling it up to the rim. He took a sip cautiously, not dropping any bit of liquid.
He gripped his glass tight and looked at Castiel. No words were exchanged. Castiel stared into his eyes emotionless hoping Dean would somehow understand what he wanted to say. Castiel opened his mouth to speak but resisted.
Dean raised his eyebrow. "I'll let you in on a little secret about humans, we can't read minds. If you have something to say, then say it." Dean stared hard at Castiel hoping for him to say something back. Castiel took a deep breath and looked away.
Castiel began to speak. "I don't…" Dean cut him off slamming the glass he held onto the floor. The orange liquid spilled everywhere even on the walls. The impact of the crash sent piece of glass landing near Castiel's feet. He stared at a little piece that spun before him until it stopped. He still heard the echo in his mind.
"No," Dean whispered, "You don't." Dean turned away and took a deep breath as Castiel stood up with anger. "I don't know how to explain this to you, Dean." He spoke regretfully. He had the chance to disappear to never return but he didn't.
Dean walked up to Castiel where he was an inch away from his face. "Explain what? That I'm not good enough for you? Your Father won't like me because I went to Hell? Huh? Or is it because you're afraid, Castiel?" Castiel gulped not taking his eyes off of Dean.
"Tell me Castiel, what could a powerful Angel like you possibly be afraid of? Didn't your Father teach you how to love?" He pushed Castiel back and took a step forward intimidating Castiel. Castiel stood his ground. His once emotionless face had now turned to a slightly pissed off but calm one.
"You don't know me Dean and you don't know my Father." Dean rolled his eyes. His breath pulsated heavily and he could feel the heat run to his face. "Tell me Cas. Why do you keep running away?" Castiel did not speak. "They were right about what they say; you have to be human to have feelings and emotions!"
"That's not true. We aren't much different." Castiel defended himself still in his calm collected tone. Dean tiled his head meeting eyes with his. "Then what is the difference? What is it about me that you can't accept?"
Castiel looked down. He didn't want to speak of this but was left with no choice. "I can't sin, Dean. I am an Angel. We are pure at both heart and soul," he looked up at Dean who listened carefully, "You think I don't have feelings or care? I do! I am forced to hold back. You don't know my Father. If I sin he will let me go. A fallen Angel is one thing. An Angel that sins goes to Hell, Dean."
Dean loosened his face trying to understand Castiel. "Hell?" Castiel took a step back. "Yes, the very place I saved you from. I regret it sometimes, you know. Sometimes I wish another one of us had saved you. You put me in a difficult position, Dean. I don't know how to tell you but I felt the same way. It's just that…"
Castiel's eyes were full of pain. It might have been the first time Dean had ever heard of an Angel crying. He's falling apart, he thought. What can I do? "Castiel…" Dean whispered calmly, relieved of all his anger. Castiel looked up unable to carry on further. "There is no way around this?" Castiel nodded no.
Dean walked towards Castiel as he looked down at the floor in sadness. "I wish I could help…" He came close to Castiel and held him by the shoulders. "I can't Dean. I can't go to Hell." Dean looked into Castiel's eyes and held his trembling hands tightly. "I won't let you."
Castiel hid his face in Dean's chest as he held him close. Dean's body felt warm and supportive wrapped around his. Dean wiped Castiel's eyes and rested his head against him. Castiel began to hear the barking. It felt miles away but he heard the Hell Hounds. He squeezed Dean against him tightly grasping his shirt not wanting to let go.
Dean reassured he would protect Castiel. "I'll take care of you." Dean closed his eyes.