Chapter 19

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"But tell me did you sail across the sun, did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all fading and that heaven in overrated and tell me did you fall from a shooting star, one without a permanent scar or did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?" – Train (Drops Of Jupiter)

When Dean awoke he was in no place he'd ever been before. The room was white but furnished with decorative things. The ceiling was high but not too high, but high enough so that an angel could fly. He felt no more headaches, in fact he hadn't felt one since his sudden unexplainable transformation, but still a feeling of uneasiness swept over him. He turned to his left abruptly when he heard the two doors open.

In walked Zachariah, the center and subject of all of Dean's recent nightmares. He knew little of why the angel had brought him here much less Cas, but he couldn't help but feel as if the two reasons were connected.

"Dean Winchester," Zachariah said. "Welcome to heaven, I trust you enjoyed your bed?"

"Cram it," Dean said, glaring at the angel before him. "Where's Cas?"

"So worried aren't we," Zachariah chuckled. "Castiel is fine, he is being held in prison as we speak though, he is allowed visitors but only until his trial begins today."

"Take me to him…" Dean replied. "And make it hasty, I didn't stutter did I?"

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Dean was surprised at Zachariah's haste in taking him to Castiel; he'd honestly expected more of a fight which made him all the more uneasy. The jail cells were filled with sad angels; their heads hung low and their wings exposed and out for the world to see. Dean observed their wings were of all shapes, sizes and colors but they were all matted, broken, and restricted by the metal contraptions placed upon them like handcuffs. One angel, she must've been only in a seventeen year olds body as her vessel, she stared up at Dean with such sadness, such fallen grace that Dean choked on his own breath. She returned to staring at the floor as soon as Zachariah passed by.

When they reached Cas' cell Cas was sitting calmly and collected, staring out the window that was barred. He looked in much better condition than the other angels here whom Dean could only assume had been in here for years. Cas looked up when he noticed Dean's presence.

"There's your angel boyfriend," Zachariah rolled his eyes. "Alive and well."

"Thank you Zachariah for bringing him safely to heaven," Cas said. "I owe you that much…"

"You owe me nothing I'd ever want from you, you traitor," Zachariah glared and banged on the bars on Cas' cell once to startle him. "You have one hour then your trial starts…be back in this cell by then."

Zachariah then walked off through the prison door and back into heaven.

"Cas," Dean said breathlessly, bending down so he could see the angel face to face. "Are you alright, they didn't hurt you?"

"They're not allowed to harm me until I've had a proper trial and been found guilty." Cas explained.

"But you're innocent Cas," Dean said. "Right…?"

Cas said nothing for a few moments.

"I fed you my grace Dean," Cas said. "Apparently Zachariah and the Angel Council, they believe I am the one who turned you into one of us…"

"That's impossible," Dean exclaimed. "They're wrong!"

"It's been done before Dean," Cas sighed. "Purposely and accidentally, it can only happen if a bond between a human and an angel is strong enough though…and you and I do share a more profound bond."

Dean nodded, he couldn't deny that.

"If I can convince six of the seven Angel Council members of my innocence they will let me go." Cas stated before standing and walking over to the door of the cell.

"If anyone can do it it's you." Dean said.

"Enough about me," Cas said, he opened called to an angel guard who opened his cell and unclamped his "wing cuffs", Cas stood before Dean. "Let's go stretch our legs, and our wings."

Cas smiled and flew slowly, much more slowly than Dean had ever seen before, over to the gates leading to the prison yard. He motioned for Dean to come forward; Dean tried to fly over to Cas but failed horribly nearly crashing into the prison guard who had a displeased look on his face.

Cas led Dean out into the open and smiled before flying up into the air.

"I will teach you to fly Dean," Cas explained. "While we have time."

Dean looked honestly scared. He'd looked down and saw nothing but the world below that he'd once been in. The clouds seemed less solid than the angels made them out to be. He felt weightless enough already without that little issue.

"Spread your wings Dean," Cas floated above him, his two black wings out for all to see. "Stretch them a little then flap them."

Dean's worst fear was flying, not that he'd tell Cas that.

Dean did as Cas instructed him to, but when he took off to fly he landed in a heap…in Cas' arms. Dean looked downwards at the buildings and water and houses below and tensed up. He thrashed a little in Cas' arms honestly scared out of his wits before his emerald green eyes met Cas' blue ones.

"It's alright Dean," Cas smoothed the hunter's hair back and placed his hand on Dean's cheek, everything about Cas from the stubble on his chin to his black short hair seemed perfect to Dean in this moment. "I won't ever let you fall…"

Dean could feel the angel's breath on his chin. His blue eyes were full of heart and he gripped Dean tight, holding onto him. For a moment it was as if the whole world and heaven didn't exist, it was just a hunter and an angel side by side in each other's arms without a care in the world. Cas could feel Dean's heart beating faster than Jimmy's ever did when he first took the man as a vessel. Dean and Cas' lips were mere inches apart and there was an unmistakable tint of red blush on Dean's cheeks.

"Castiel," the voice of the prison guard was heard. "It is time."

Cas' stare into Dean's eyes was broken, the seemingly real spell had worn off and the angel proceeded to put Dean down before walking over to the guard who clamped the cuffs back on his wings.

"Your presence is required as well Winchester." The guard took Dean's arm before leading the both of them into the awaiting courtroom.

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DESTIEL EYESEX FTW! *cough* anyways..so Cas is being tried, but is he guilty or innocent?

Will Dean and Cas ever just kiss I mean jebus plot bunny let it happen already!

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