Chapter 34

WARNINGS: some angst and fluff. All Destiel. AND IF YOU HAVE READ TWIST AND SHOUT, THIS WILL GIVE YOU FEELS.

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Oh, I just can't help believin'

When she slips her hand in my hand

And it feels so small and helpless

As my fingers fold around it like a glove

~I Just Can't Help Believin' by Elvis Presley

He leant out the window staring, watching, observing in the distance as the sun slowly disappeared from the sky and a mass of darkness overtook it; the cool wind blew softly, kissing his face as it went by each time; the humidity on his face made him shiver. He closed his eyes for brief seconds as he inhaled the smell of antique, dust particles in the air, the scent of freshly cleaned clothes and the perfume of his hair;

It was silent. It was an eerie silence that soothed him, sending shivers of horrifying pleasure down his spine; it fascinated him. The lack of light in the attic gave him fright yet he felt as his being enjoyed the mere terror, the manner in which his body trembled, the manner in which his breath caught up in his throat and the anxiety built inside of him. He was determined; he was strong.

A loose board on the floor creaked, his heart jumped as he turned to the direction of the sound; he sighed in relief, regaining the colour to his complexion and his heart rate calming. The dusty light switch was turned to 'on', the room quickly became known, every object in it gained life and both persons looked at their surroundings with wonder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." the boy spoke in an apologetic tone, Castiel gave Dean a small smile. "Are you okay? I've been looking for you all afternoon."

"I needed to think. I apologise for disappearing without notice." he inserted his hands in his pockets as he turned his attention the sun outside.

"It's okay but, are you really alright?" he walked across the room to stand before Castiel, attempting to read the expression on his face.

"I will be alright, Dean." he sighed.

"Cas," he tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed and he wished the boy would turn to look at him, "You can't lie to me. You've been crying."

"I am alright, Dean, stop worrying." he mumbled.

"Stop pushing me away, Cas." the younger boy turned his head towards Dean, he could see the worry on his face.

"I am not pushing you aw-"

"You keep pushing me away every time I ask you how you are!" he exclaimed, "Yeah, I get it. You're in pain, you're broken and you're blaming yourself for everything that's happened but you're pushing me away…" he was silent for a moment, Castiel refused to look at Dean in the eye while the other hoped he would, "I just want to help you… please."

"Dean," Castiel lowered his head, "Just hold me." Dean extended his arms as he pulled the emotionally fragile boy into his arms, "Just hold me like this." his heart pounded loudly in his chest; it ached, it screamed and bled. He could feel the tears spill out of his eyes, one by one; each one staining his cheeks, each one burning as they descended to his chin.

"It's okay." Dean whispered, "It's okay, I've got you." he buried his nose in the boy's hair, his hand soothingly moved along Castiel's back. The light outside disappeared, the crickets chirped, the violins of late winter nights played along with the soft whistle of the wind; he shivered, he shivered as he calmed from the ache. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock the clock went by; Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!- Eight times and it was silent.

"That record player." Castiel muttered against Dean's chest, the older boy searched around the room with his eyes until he spotted it in a corner. "It was my mother's." he looked up at Dean with a gentle, reminiscent smile. "I want to play it." Dean nodded.

"Does it work?"

"It should." Castiel let go of Dean as he walked towards the record player. "She kept the records in a box." He pointed at the dusty box resting on the floor. He searched through each one of the discs until he found a familiar one. "This one." he gave it to Dean.

"Elvis?" he chuckled raising an eyebrow.

"I like Elvis." he whispered with a smile.

"Let's play it then." he grinned. Castiel stood next to Dean, watching as he placed the disc carefully on the dusty instrument. They waited patiently while it adjusted until the music sounded in the air.

I had to leave town for a little while,

You said you'd be good while I'm gone,

But the look in your eye dun told me you told a lie,

I know there's been some carryin' on.

Her auburn hair fell from her head to her breasts, curling at the tips, her cherry lips turned into a smile, leaving in awe the man who sat before her. His broad and strong hands enveloping her small hands , their knees touching and their hearts pounding loudly inside their chests. Charmeine's eyes smiled staring into his with all pure and true emotion that made him euphoric, such joy he'd never felt before.

"Do you love me, Charles?" she smiled at him. "Do you really love me?"

"Of course I love you, I have always loved you." he returned the smile; he leant down slowly to place his lips upon hers briefly. "Always."

"I can't wait to have our own house, we'll be happy there and your father will give you a good position in the company. Everything is perfect right now, I wouldn't want to change a thing." she rested her head on his chest, his hand stroked her auburn strands of hair.

"Will you always be with me?" he placed a gentle kiss on her head.

"I'm always going to be with you." she whispered raising her head to look at him, "in here." her finger touched the left side of his torso.

"Hey, you okay, Cas?" Dean turned his head towards Castiel, who sat on the floor next to Dean; their heads resting against the wall as the Elvis record played. Castiel was silent for a moment before answering.

"I am alright." he mumbled, Dean nodded. "I saw her." he shifted in his position.

"Saw who?"

"My mother. I saw her photograph in a box, with my father. I had forgotten their appearance, and- I saw them for the first time in a long time." he turned his attention to Dean. "I have my mother's eyes."

"Cas.. "

"I think I understand now." he drew in his legs against his chest. "We remind him of our mother." his chin rested on his knees, his eyes felt exhausted as well as the aching in his chest. "Abandoning us was the best way to cope with her death. "

"It was wrong of him, Cas, you and your family need him." he shifted closer to the younger boy, proceeding to wrap an arm around his shoulder, Castiel leant against him. The temperature dropped at night, the attic was cold and lifeless; one song after another played. Elvis's voice echoing the room, telling stories only time remembered; they would die unknown.

Their breathing calmed until it was only a soft blow of air, their exhausted eyes shut as they gave in to sleep. The warmth of their bodies transferring to each other, avoiding the cold, avoiding the tremor. Sometime during the night, Castiel was pulled into Dean's chest; he dreamt of thunder, thunder in the skies, rain falling, clouds covering the sun. He was damped in freezing water but, one thing was certain to him: the one holding his hand was Dean. Dean Winchester.