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Primary World: Part 2

-"Don't you worry, don't you worry child."-

The morning light warmed the room; he could feel it in his sheets as he rolled over, scrunching up into a tighter ball before stretching out and taking up as much space as possible. His arm bumped his partner in the final process of waking before opening his eyes, he felt the heat of the other shift and rock the bed gently. A rough, sleepy voice greeted him; "Morning," Followed by a sweet little kiss on his cheek.

Castiel refused to open his eyes until he was facing his lover, a bit of effort put into moving his eyelids and coaxing them to flutter open for him. "Morning," he replied softly, sliding up the silk-like sheets and returning the kiss to his partner's lips. He liked the smooth feel of them though morning breath wasn't always that pleasant.

Green eyes, short brown hair, face spotted with freckles; that was the image that Castiel wanted to wake up to. He felt blessed to have met the love of his life, and to have been accepted by this blessing was even more than he thought he ever deserved. "Breakfast?" Dean asked whimsically, that beautiful smile dragging Castiel's from its slumber.

"Only if you help me make it." The other replied, slowly lifting himself from the bed.

Morning routines were simple, go out, get the glass jar of milk left for them and the newspaper, prepare breakfast and sit down together. It was quiet, peaceful, and Castiel never thought to ask for more. In fact he never did, not even when Dean proclaimed he didn't believe in God, when he renounced the town's faith and left the church. Castiel didn't care, never asked why, never demanded Dean take it back, because whatever his partner believed didn't change who he was as a person. The faith always claimed that once you die you would go to one of three places, Heaven if you believed and were a soulful man; Hell for those who believed but chose to be evil; and the Void for the ones who had no faith.

Castiel's heaven, his eternal paradise, would always include Dean; so if the faith was true in any way, he'd get to be with his lover no matter what. So why fight about it? Why put that kind of stress in life when he truly believed that when he died he would be happy for the rest of eternity? Instead he lived life the way he believed to be best; if the faith was true then there was nothing to worry about; if it was false he'd ruin his life with Dean by nit-picking.

The faith was wrong.

That morning was supposed to be routine, get the milk and paper, make breakfast, and eat it together. It wasn't. Castiel started in the kitchen, robed in thin cloth to cover his naked form but that was all. It was late summer and the heat of the season was still upon them, he didn't need anything thicker than that. At least he hadn't thought so until a chill ran through him. Castiel wasn't particularly superstitious but he could feel something was off.

"Dean?" He called anxiously, peering out of the kitchen. Dean didn't normally take this long, did he? "Baby? You coming?"

There was no answer from the front door.

'It's okay.' He thought to himself as he walked over to the entrance, swallowing thickly as he tried to calm down. 'It's nothing; you're just being paranoid. What could possibly happen?'

He ignored that the door was left partially open, ignored the broken milk bottle and mess all around his feet because there was no way this was really happening. "Dean…" he whispered as his heart shuddered painfully, his gaze fixed on the wide eyes of his lover. Dean was hanging mid-air, horizontal so that his back was aimed toward the ground, head hung back, eyes open and vacant. Castiel shakily stepped forward; he couldn't see anything around Dean, nothing that would explain this. Maybe he was hallucinating; there was no way Dean could be floating like that.

And Castiel wasn't wrong, Dean couldn't have been floating and he wasn't. As Castiel stepped closer he saw the air around Dean shiver like a heat wave, the images beyond it distorted hideously. He didn't know why he didn't stop or go back inside, he kept walking until he reached his partner, hand held out to touch his face.

A low rumble snapped him back to reality, his mental lapse vanishing and shattering the fantasy that maybe things would be okay. Castiel never managed to touch his lover's face like he'd meant to, an invisible arm swung out and before he knew it the world was spinning all around him. The ground was more than happy to welcome him again, disorienting his already frazzled mind to a point of delirium for a few seconds. He thought he could see Dean's body convulsing, the wavy air forcing its way inside.

But that couldn't be right, could it? He couldn't make sense of it all, limbs feeling weak as he pushed himself up, not caring that grass had stuck to his face and hair. "Dean?" His voice was cracking, he sounded hoarse to his own ears. "Are you okay?" Stupid question. He knew it but it was just one of those things that you asked. 'Please, God.' Castiel prayed silently, his bottom lip starting to quiver and his eyes stung hot with tears, 'Please don't let this happen to him. Please save him. Please. Please!' His pleading only repeated itself in his mind as he shuffled backward on the lawn.

Dean's convulsions stopped suddenly and he dropped like a stone, head cracking on their driveway on impact. Castiel froze, thinking maybe has prayer had been heard, "Dean?" He stood and started to shuffle across the yard again, stumbling as he went; he was far more shaken up than he'd realized. "Baby!?" It came out as more of a desperate cry the longer it took Dean to move, but that didn't last long.

Castiel reached Dean's side the same moment he started to sit up, an inhumanly strong arm snapping up to catch his throat. Castiel croaked and struggled pathetically in his lover's grip, hands grasping at flesh, flailing and beating on anything they could reach. "…De…an…" He wheezed, tears making trails down his face as his eyes fluttered closed.

"Cas…" Dean groaned the name out like he was straining to speak, eyes gaining some kind of recognition before he dropped the dark haired man to the ground again.

The noises coming from Castiel as he tried to regain his breath were far from healthy, he couldn't move properly and instead of standing he wound up on his side with his hands awkwardly touching at his throat. "Dean?" He choked, hacking for a few seconds before shifting to look up at the horrified expression on his lover's pale face. "Dean, what's going on?"

"…Run."

"What?" Castiel could barely hear it; the word was so softly spoken in a shudder that he couldn't be sure he'd heard it at all.

"I said RUN!" Dean's voice broken into multiple tones, eyes darkening and face twisting grotesquely. Castiel started scrambling backward again as his lover's body twitched and paled until there was no colour left in his skin at all. Dead eyes fixed on him then, but they weren't Dean's eyes. He wasn't in there.

"What's going on?" Castiel repeated, trying to keep his head as hysterics threatened his senses. This thing, whatever it was, took a step, adjusted its pattern to accommodate for the body, and started walking toward the trembling man in the dirt. "Dean!" He cried helplessly, lifting his hands up in front of him in some kind of defence.

"Castiel, wake up."

A voice? Whose voice? Blue eyes squeezed shut as he prepared for the monster in his partner's skin, thinking maybe he was dreaming. Why else would someone say wake up? Maybe he'd wake up in Dean's arms, sweaty and crying about a nightmare. Maybe Dean would run a hand through his hair and hush him with a kiss and a promise.

But he was mistaken. The beast was on him, grabbing at his neck again, pressing into the already formed bruises. "Dean…" He sobbed between gasps, "Baby please…"

"Castiel!" The voice boomed in his ears again and this time he felt a rush of energy in his body, as if something was inside him. "Awaken."

He had no idea what it was talking about, all he knew was that he'd lost control of his limbs; they were moving on their own. Even his lips were moving in a way that wasn't his; though his voice came out he wasn't actually the one speaking. Some strange language he didn't understand, these words uttered from his lips weren't his. 'What's happening? Someone help me!' His mind panicked but no matter how hard he struggled he couldn't gain control. It was all happening so fast, he could see Dean's face screaming in pain, could feel his body lighting up in a fire that wasn't really there.

And in a flash it was over. Dean's body, ruined and motionless, left at his feet, the presence in his own soul had vanished and now he was left cold with that voice in his head.

-"See, Heaven's got a plan for you."-

Castiel opened his eyes and shook his head. It'd been a while since he'd thought that far back. Though more importantly it'd been a while since he'd fallen asleep, maybe he needed to rest more often, passing out wasn't safe.

He was about to yawn when he felt the rumble in the street, a low and nearly unnoticeable moaning following it. "It's here." Castiel rose from the statue, lifting his head and looking down the street, ears burning to hear the groan again. It sounded as if the town's base was being squeezed, the very structural support whining in opposition. He'd been sitting there, waiting days -weeks even- for this. They'd sent him in early to observe his partner; Castiel had seen many people in the span of those weeks and only one of them had come by as often and as noticeable as Dean had.

Dean. At least that's what Castiel thought his name was, what he knew it to be. They looked the same, Dean and those other man. What were they thinking? How could this man be his partner, after all this time and after everything he'd been through? Castiel didn't understand and he didn't like it. But as he'd been told numerous times, he didn't have to like it, he just had to do what was necessary.

Like killing Dean.

He shut the memories out as he moved to find the monster threatening the city. After it'd been showing its presence for weeks on end, caving in the streets and snatching people out of thin air, it was finally here. No longer drifting in and out of the Void, in and out of reality, it was here and it was going to wreak some havoc if he didn't do something.

As far as Castiel saw it, if Dean was his partner he'd show up to the fight, it would happen around him in some way. Castiel wouldn't have to find Dean and drag him along, Dean would go willingly. And so he departed alone, the Void was open and he prayed that nothing high level crawled through.

-"Don't you worry, don't you worry now."-