I hope you liked the start of my story and here's the second chapter.
I think it's time to give you a little of the background on the story. It's set around the middle of season 6, but I won't be following the show's events precisely, only if they fit me J Right, so after the battle commenced in Heaven, Castiel had decided he didn't want to fight and so he fell from Heaven and lost nearly all of his grace. He joined the Winchesters and was travelling with them for the last month. In the mean time both sides of the battling angels try to find him – Raphael wants to kill him for derailing the Apocalypse and Samandriel wants to make him join his ranks.
I have to warn you that the story is rather slow paced in the romance category, but let's face it – one of them is an angel and the other one is Dean! J
Anyway, in this chapter you'll get to experience what does Cas consider to be a perfect date. I know it might seem very innocent and implausible, but then again, it's Cas. I hope you can appreciate how different from a human being he actually is.
Oh, and by the way – I don't intend to write such long author's notes every time, but anyway - please feel free to skip them J
Hope you'll enjoy it and let me know what you think!
E.
The pain was something Castiel had never anticipated. As the angel, he was able to feel the pain, even severe pain, but it was completely different from what he felt now. His body shook with so many different pains all over it. His arm was broken and so were at least two of his ribs which made it hard to breathe. His jaw ached, but Castiel didn't think it was broken. His lip was cut and so was his eyebrow. He remembered hearing that head wounds bled a lot, but he was still surprised by the amount of blood pouring from the back of his head. He was almost sure his scull wasn't fractured, but his head hurt like hell. His knee was twisted and he couldn't stand up. There was something wrong with his insides, but he wasn't sure what. To cap it all, he started coughing and the thin stream of blood ran down his chin, dropping onto his dirty and already blotchy with blood trench coat.
And after all it didn't really matter, because he was about to die anyway.
As he stared into the eyes of his cruel, satisfied and unrelenting death, all he could think of was the fact that he didn't have enough time to be human. He regretted deeply for not having a chance to spend more time with the Winchesters and Bobby. He wished he had had an opportunity to go on a rollercoaster – something he heard Dean talking about. He had never been to a movie. He had never baked a pie. He had never learned to swim. He wasn't even sure he couldn't swim, because he had never tried. And he had never been on a date, something Dean had always teased him about…
He knew it was his own fault. Dean had told him to stay away, to stay behind and not to try helping. He should've listened and yet he knew that given the chance he would've disobeyed again. He wasn't supposed to be guarded by Dean, it was the other way around – he was supposed to look after the brothers. And so instead of staying safely at Bobby's when Winchesters left on the lead on Raphael, he went on the lead of his own.
He begged Anna to help him, to lure Raphael to him. She was hesitant at first, but being what she was, a "Team Free Will" player she finally accepted that it was Castiel's choice to die for his cause.
So she made sure Raphael got the word of Castiel being in this deserted shack where he came an instant he heard of it, thus missing the brothers.
Raphael was overjoyed to have found Castiel alone and powerless. There was nothing of the brotherly love left in him for the fallen angel. He disobeyed his Father and Raphael would punish him for that. He would punish him gladly and severely.
Every blow and every strike was calculated to cause pain but not to knock him out, not to kill him too fast. Raphael assumed the role of the avenger, the carrier of the judgment of God and he relished in this role. And with every strike Castiel accepted his inevitable destruction more and more.
They say one's life flashes in front of one's eyes in the moment of death, but in Castiel's case, the life he longed for flashed in front of him as Raphael advanced to strike the final blow.
Dean and Castiel were sitting in Dean's beloved Impala. It was summer's night and they were in a drive-in cinema. The movie was some sort of the horror movie in black and white. It surprised Castiel that Dean would choose a horror movie, given that he was after all a hunter, but he seemed to be really enjoying it. They were both munching on popcorn, but Dean scowled at him whenever a crumb would fall. That made Castiel laugh and even more bits of popcorn fell.
Dean was completely relaxed, at ease, enjoying every moment of this peace and Castiel felt as if he could stay like this forever.
"Cas, why are you ogling at me? The movie's that way." – Dean growled, but the impression was somewhat ruined by a broad smile.
"I'm sorry." – Castiel smiled and reached for more popcorn at the same time that Dean did it and their fingers touched. Cas' head snapped back up and his eyes found Deans. Dean laughed at him and nudged him with his shoulder.
"Look at the screen, you awkward angel!" And it took all the strength Castiel had to do just that. Something about being in the near darkness, so close to Dean, was unexpectedly tense.
"Well, did you like it?" – Dean asked over an hour later, when the movie was finally over.
"It was... Interesting." – Castiel answered thoughtfully. – "Who would have thought such a terrible misinterpretation of vampires can be enjoyable?"
"Dracula is classic!" – Dean answered indignantly. – "Angels know nothing about good movies."
"You don't know any other angels. Your logic is faulty – it might be that only I know nothing about what you consider to be good movies." – Castiel countered.
"If you are any indication, angels are usually big babies!" – Dean laughed and Castiel couldn't help but smile at him. He enjoyed seeing the hunter laugh, however rarely he did it.
"So you know I am over five thousand years old. I am not a baby. It was I who got you out from the Pit, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Cas, I know you're not a baby. You're a big freakin' child!" – He burst out laughing once again, but got the hold of himself seeing that Cas was no longer amused.
"I'm joking, Cas. I know you're a big, strong angel! Let it go, just relax a bit and have fun."
"So what are we going to do now?" – Castiel asked trying to ignore the teasing.
"We are going to a fair! I heard there was one in vicinity and I want to go. It's been ages since I had a decent hotdog. And I heard they have a wicked rollercoaster!"
"Who would have thought you are so easily pleased, Dean Winchester."
"You wait and see. You'll be begging for more!"
And with that they drove off to the fair.
Dean was absolutely right. Castiel enjoyed every moment they spent there – from the silly, cheerful music, to the overwhelming smell of so many types of junk food he had never seen. He liked the crazy mirror room and he was pleasantly surprised that horror room was not only utterly silly, but also somewhat amusing. Watching Dean laugh his head off in this room might have something to do with it, but Castiel didn't care. There was something with Dean and his attraction to make believe horror – as if having a life filled with it made him somehow not tired of it all but the other way around.
And then Dean dragged him into a rollercoaster. The angel was no novice to speed, having flown thousands of miles in a heartbeat, but something about this primitive reflection of heights and speed was more amusing than he would have thought. Dean was absolutely happy – he was shouting and laughing at the same time as their cart headed down from the highest point of the ride and despite his better judgment Castiel joined in laughing all the way down.
"Cas, you want some?" – Dean asked as they were done with the attractions and he got himself a hotdog.
"I don't need any more sustenance." – He replied and saw Dean roll his eyes.
"It's amazing, you've got to try!" – He offered his hotdog to Cas. – "Come on, you'll regret it later."
"I doubt it." – The angel replied, but he took a bite anyway.
"Well?" – The hunter asked expectantly.
"It is fine." – He answered and received another eye roll from Dean.
"It's the best freakin' hotdog in the ten state radius!"
"You can't possibly know that, Dean." – Castiel replied frowning slightly. – "Have you tried a hotdog in every hotdog selling place in the ten state radius?"
"You are unbelievable. I don't know what am I doing with you…"
"I don't know how to answer this question."
With the deep sigh, Dean caught Cas's arm and walked him out of the fair. When they reached Impala Dean let go of Castiel's arm and leaned back on the side of the car.
"Never mind, that was not a question really. I know it's all new to you, Cas, I understand that. Anyway, I had a great time with you tonight. I kind of like you being so… inexperienced."
"Are you making fun of me?" – Castiel asked cautiously. – "I don't like being made fun of."
"No, I'm really not." – He looked him straight in the eye. – "I really like it. And I like you. You've grown on me, y'know? I would've never thought it possible, and yet here you are, so innocent and at the same time so overwhelmingly fascinating… And I want you to experience it all." – Suddenly Dean leaned in closer to Castiel who couldn't have moved to save his own life. Dean took angel's hands and pulled him slightly closer. – "I wish you could feel what people feel." – He whispered and leaned in so now mere inches were separating their lips.
At that moment Raphael's blade instead of piercing him suddenly fell out of his hand with a loud clank. Castiel was torn from his near death dream into a reality which was both painful and startling. He was supposed to be dead at the hand of his brother and yet the said brother stared at him with wide eyes, his chest heaving and a circle of blood spreading from the tip of the blade poking form his chest.
Behind him Castiel saw Dean, standing firmly, pushing the blade even further into Raphael's chest. His eyes were fixed on the back of Raphael's head and the look on his face was the one Castiel had never seen. He was mad with anger, despair and hatred.
"Close… your eyes…" – Castiel tried to worn Dean, but it was so hard to draw the breath in that in came out as a wheezing whisper. Raphael was about to die and in his death he would blind or even kill Dean. He couldn't let it happen.
"Dean!" – He shouted with the last bits of strength he could muster. The thin stream of blood ran down his chin but the relief he felt when the hunter looked at him was so immense he almost wept. – "Let go and close your eyes…" And with that, although moments later the whole surroundings were filled with the brightest light, he succumbed to the darkness.