Chapter 16
A/N: Well so far I've heard a total of how many gunshots around where I live, its kinda scary guys, but again I'm used to it, they might be fireworks I don't know it IS memorial day weekend. I've had finals so I've been devoting a lot of time to school and not my stories so bear with me guys until my school year is done, 12 more days pretty much!
"You know my darling I can't stand to sleep alone, no sweetheart in the dark to call my own…" – Bat For Lashes (Sleep Alone)
Dean felt the coolness beneath him, his fingers wrapped around the sheets, gripping tightly in hopes that he wouldn't fall. He didn't know why he'd have any reason to fall from anywhere, but he felt as if he kept his eyes shut he'd fall too far into the darkness that he'd never climb out. He desperately gripped the blankets until he felt a warm hand cover his. His eyes sprang open and he looked over to see Cas, sitting next to him his eyes full of concern.
"God dammit Dean," Sam growled. "You almost got us killed, why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick?!"
"Cuz I wasn't Sammy…" Dean rasped out, his coughs filling the room.
"He's running a fever," Cas said, his hand making its way up to Dean's forehead then away again, Dean wished it would stay there forever. "I'm not sure why, but this doesn't seem like human sickness…"
"Something is affecting his mind," another voice was heard. "And I know exactly what…"
The four in the room turned to the door and gasped, they about lost it when they saw who stood there.
"Balthazar?!" they all exclaimed.
"In the flesh," he said, his vessel seeming somehow older and more tired. "Now first things first did any of you simple minded buffoons bother to check Dean's thoughts for those of you who can?"
Suddenly Balthazar felt himself being pushed into the wall; Sam growled and glared into the angel's eyes.
"Why are you here," Sam pulled out his knife and held it to Balthazar's throat. "I'm sorry but other than these two considering what Dean's been thinking and seeing from what he's told me no angel should be trusted so why are you here!"
"Angels don't just fall brother," Gabriel exclaimed. "Was it disobedience, free will?!"
"You idiots," Balthazar pushed Sam away and met his glare with an equally cold one, but there was something else in his eyes that Sam noticed which made immediately regret everything he'd just said, there was fear in Balthazar's eyes. "I didn't fall because I was cast away I fell to warn you all!"
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Zachariah stood with Uriel and a couple of other angels and archangels on the edge of the clouds. He looked over to Uriel and nodded his head, Anna who pleaded under their feet on her knees and bloodied was silenced. He looked over at her limp dead body and felt nothing.
"She'll never speak ill of us again brother," Uriel said, cleaning off his angel sword and tucking it away. "The time draws near."
"That it does," Zachariah said. "We agreed we'd wait until he chose a name for the child and now that he has…it is time."
With that, Zachariah took off flying with Uriel by his side the other angels following close behind.
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"Don't you see," Balthazar exclaimed. "The angels are not happy, heaven is not happy, because of what you did Cas, you and Gabriel!"
"Hey," Sam snapped. "Leave Gabe out of this, Cas too, it takes two!"
"Not in Cas' case it doesn't," Balthazar stared at his blue eyed brother, who just looked ashamed. "Either way you all have literally unleashed hell and heaven on earth, Lucifer has risen again somehow he's broken out of the cage and is on his way here, as are Zachariah and his army of angels, I heard them planning I escaped and fell as soon as I could so they don't know I'm here they think I'm bloody dead is that enough proof for you that I'm not with them!"
Sam paused, Dean merely coughed, and his body felt like it was on fire. The two other angels seemed skeptical but they let their guards down. Balthazar's eyes seemed sincere. He wasn't lying.
"Crowley was right when he said to Bobby that allies were few but you can count me in I suppose," Balthazar rolled his eyes. "Even if you all are not worth my time, the little ones inside of you are."
Gabriel gave Balthazar a knowing look, he knew as bitter as the angel was towards humans and many other things, he had a soft spot for children, he always had wanted them, but that was another story. He needn't bring up the past, but he knew that Balthazar meant what he'd just said.
"Alright brother," Gabriel sighed. "We have no other choice, I thank you for warning us, but for now all we can do is wait, Dean is ill and we are all tired, we need to rest then come up with a game plan."
"Agreed," Sam said. "I'll go for a food run and be back soon, I'll try to get some medicine for Dean too."
After Sam left the motel room was silent pretty much, Gabriel had gone to his room and Balthazar had conked out on the couch with a relieved look on his face. The lights were on low and the faints sounds of television were heard in neighboring rooms, but other than that nothing else. Dean lay in his bed, sweat poured down his back and he shook slightly from cold but other than that he stayed still. Cas sat right by his side, his eyes constantly on Dean never looking away.
"That's still creepy." Dean said chuckling slightly his eyes never opened though.
"I don't care," Cas said, he was worried and Dean could tell. "I'm not leaving Dean."
"I didn't ask you to," Dean said, his breathing slightly ragged, the fever climbed but his head ached a little less though. "I hope the kid's not burning up in there."
"Nephilim create their own world within the soul or grace," Cas explained. "She is most likely unaffected by the fever you possess."
"It's still all hard to believe," Dean said, he opened his eyes long enough to look at Cas. "Sammy and I, when we were kids we always dreamed about the future, having kids, a family, it was never in the cards though, and we figured if nothing else if we somehow ended up with kids we'd have awesome stories to tell em."
"That you would," Cas said, smiling a little. "The Tales of the Great Dean and Samuel Winchester, that sounds like a nice title doesn't it?"
"I'll only tell her the good stories though," Dean said. "The best ones like our first hunt and the good times…"
"Which one would you tell her first?" Cas asked, his gaze shifting downward then back up to Dean, eagerly awaiting a reply.
"There was once an angel," Dean said telling it like it was from a story book itself and chuckled. "Who pieced the soul of a broken man back together, and in doing so…he broke himself."
Cas smiled again, he never broke the stare between them neither did Dean until sleep took over the hunter's body. Cas waited a few moments, making sure Dean was asleep before he leaned forward and kissed the man's forehead.
"You're worth being broken for Dean." Cas said before sitting back in his chair and sighing.
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Dean dreamed he was drowning. This wasn't as bad as the other dreams he'd been having except he never drowned. The water was pitch black underneath him, he couldn't feel his body except for his arms and head and his heart, his heart would not stop beating so loudly. There was thrashing a little and sinking but his head never went under, it was as if somehow fate was telling him there was hope.
He heard an unknown voice enter his mind.
"Don't give up hope Dean Winchester, something better your way comes."
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I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP ON ANY OF YOU ALL OR THIS STORY IT'S JUST BEEN A CRAZY WEEK!
So the fallen angel was Balthazar
Who was talking to Dean this time?