Author's Note:

Jealous Jet is a fun one to write, I have to admit ;) Thank you again for reading, I can't express that enough! For those of you who don't follow me already I've made the decision to re-write and add to the Angel Training series so go and check out the Compilation thingy.

Childhood Sweetheart: Part 1

There was nothing more terrifying for Dean than to jump into that portal, he knew there was some awful thing happening there and that it was his job to go. But he also knew that the odds of him being close enough to Sam, Cas, or Jet to keep them safe was slim, and with the renowned luck of the Winchesters it was impossible. 'Please keep him safe.' Dean didn't know what higher power he was praying to, God, the celestials, his parents, it didn't matter. As long as he got what he needed.

The rush in the portal was the same, Dean touched down still a little off balance but it was graceful enough. The moment his foot contacted the earth below he felt a rumble, tremors and shaking followed swiftly. He snapped his head up to see a small mountain town in ruins, buildings crushed and smashed through like someone was rolling through town with a wrecking ball; a massive one. People ran past him screaming, terrified and running for an escape. Whatever he was looking for it had to be close.

But then the mountain moved.

Dean's mouth fell slack as what he'd assumed was the peak of a stout mountain shifted and rose, displaying itself as the hump on a large creature's back. It's colouration matched mountains Dean had seen in pictures and its complexion was as rough as any rocky surface, he didn't feel bad about not knowing it was the monster in question. What did feel bad about was how much damage it had already done. The towering beast merely had to take a step and a house would be flattened along with its neighbours yard. The ground shook again as the monster leaned back and its mouth fell open like it had unhinged its jaw. A roaring screech pierced the air and drowned out every other sound Dean could hear, he had to cover his ears and brace himself as the shockwave blasted through. Its eyes glowed a wicked red, hiding in the deep crevices of its eye sockets. They were small for its face, beady creepy things that Dean was almost certain could shoot some kind of laser or something –aside from the fact that it wasn't a robot.

"Son of a bitch…" He breathed the words his mind was barely able to form in the first place, he slowly lowered his arms as his brain tried to comprehend the images his eyes sent it. Dean could feel the quickening beats of his heart as he realized that he was entirely alone, he couldn't see Sam, Cas, or Jet anywhere. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed loudly and started running toward the monster. Whatever it was he had to take it out, and if he was so far away from the giant thing he could bet money that Sam was right in front of it.

Dean pushed past scrambling residents of the town, all of them flocking to the exit, fleeing their homes and hurrying to safety. He felt a wave of regret as he passed those that needed help but he couldn't stop, Castiel was there and probably fighting already. Why else would the monster have roared like that? And his mind just wouldn't shut up, he could hear Gabriel's words; "We're talking dinosaur sized monsters here." But Michael stood out to him more, the look on the man's face and how he'd turned to Sam and Jet.

"Watch out for these two."

He could have thrown himself into the sun and it wouldn't be nearly as bad as he was feeling at that moment. Right after getting a warning like that he couldn't find them, any of them. Cas needed his protection too, Castiel needed him just as much or more than Sam or Jet ever would, and Dean was alone. They were alone. Separated again and he wanted to punch a brick wall, they had to find a better solution to jumping through portals.

Dean could hear creature in the distance, he could feel its footsteps in the earth and each one made his legs shake. Nothing was going to stop or trip him up, he would kill the Void monster and get it out of their way once and for all.

Of course there was one thing that would stop him each and every time. Dean's ears burned when an all too familiar crying hit him; it was Castiel. It wasn't his Cas, he knew the difference by now, but that didn't change the way his heart leapt to his throat. He sounded terrified and hurt, moaning pathetically and despairingly as if he was trying to do something and it really wasn't working, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.

Dean changed his course and found the source of the noise, he was right it was a Cas and he was pinned by some debris. The lower half of his body hidden beneath what looked like part of a house roof, angled downward slightly to indicate he was in a groove or a hole of some kind. Dean was relieved to see him living and very little blood around him, if any of it was his it wasn't apparent. Cas was pushing at the rubble but it didn't budge, and anything that might've dragged a long and agonized groan out of him.

He looked around his immediate area with an expression pulled tight by pain and trying to stop from crying. Dean hated it, the sight of it, the sound, the smell, all of it. "Cas," he called as he ran over, kneeling down next to the panicked man to get a better feel for the situation and how everything was held together; last thing he needed was to accidentally cut this Cas in half.

"Dean?" Castiel choked out his name as fresh tears rushed free, "Is that you?" Shaking, bloody hands reached for him, Cas was in hysterics as he whimpered out a few incoherent things, "Oh god, you're here, you're here. I'm so scared, Dean. I saw the house, it's broken and I-I th-thought you were-" his voice cracked and immediately rose into a higher pitched sob. Dean let Cas' hand touch him and reached forward as well to cup Castiel's face.

"It's okay, shhh, I'm going to get you out, alright?" Dean didn't have the heart to tell him that the other Dean might still be in the house rubble. It wasn't something Cas needed to hear at that moment anyway. Castiel nodded at him and tried to lean back, out of the way.

"It's too heavy." He croaked, swallowing thickly as he tried to calm himself down.

"No it isn't." Dean found the spot he'd been eyeing, perfect to lift from without harming Castiel. "Just sit tight, okay?" He grabbed the debris and found just how easy it was, the thing came right off like he was tossing a foam block. Dean stared at where it crash-landed with wide eyes, he hadn't done a whole lot of physical activity involving that kind of thing. The most he could imagine was roughhousing with Jet, he made a mental note to check his friend for bruises later, maybe he'd been playing too hard despite thinking he was holding back.

Cas was just as awestruck as he was, big eyes transfixed on the roof piece then on Dean, "You're… you're not my-"

"CAS!" Another Dean's voice broke over Castiel's, "Baby, are you okay?" He'd come from down the street, dirty, covered in blood and other unidentifiable things all mixed with sweat. "I went looking for you as soon as I saw that thing, I thought you were dead." He'd wrapped Cas in his arms and pulled him close, kissing him fervently, lips, cheek, forehead, anywhere he could manage.

Dean smiled and watched them with some relief, though he knew his family was still probably in the middle of the real horror story. "You two, can you guys get out of here?" He looked at them seriously, "I need to get out where that thing is."

"I've… got him." The other Dean stared up at him for a second but didn't bother with it, "Are we in some kind of horror movie?"

"Something like that, I guess." He grinned a little and nodded toward the now very shocked and frightened Castiel, "Take care of him, okay?" Dean didn't wait for a reply, he started running back down the road, hopping over the mess as he went; he had a Cas he had to take care of, himself.

Sam could barely make sense of what was happening as they hopped through the portal, and as he stared to take in the scenery, the disaster and horror laid out before him he totally missed the swinging limb near him. Sam started to turn his head though, he could feel the gust of air that came with such a large mass' movement. Terror filled him in those split seconds, his heart fell and froze, eyes wide as he watched the massive, clawed foot or hand coming for him. Nothing worked, he couldn't move; and then strong arms held him and pulled him backward. He recognized that grip, the feel of that body behind him, and though he thought death was sweeping down on him Sam felt relaxed.

It had been a foot and it stepped right down around them, they fit perfectly between its toes, giant appendages that were more than five times as big as them. The ground shook and he thought for sure he'd fall, forward, back, straight down, he didn't know for sure which way but he knew he'd never fall backward. The tremor was awful and once it ended he couldn't quite feel his legs. Sam's breath caught in his throat, watching as the limb lifted up again and soared over their heads like they weren't even there. "Jet…" he finally breathed again and he couldn't believe that his name was the first word out.

"I've got you." Jet lingered for a moment before letting go, his eyes trailing after the lumbering, enormous beast. Another step it took and again the ground shook incredibly, Sam felt dizzy and unbalanced, he almost fell when his sense of equilibrium lost track of itself. But he didn't, Jet held on again, keeping him still and upright.

"What the hell is that thing…" Sam decided to focus on the creature, not his position.

"Do I look like I know?" Jet had to shout now, the screams had gotten out of control and all kinds of sirens were going off, car alarms, emergency vehicles that were still on the road, even some little shops that had alarm systems set up. "You're the one with the journal, you tell me."

Sam nodded and fumbled for it, the thing had passed over them, they were safe now, mostly. He flipped through pages frantically trying to figure it out, there were little doodles but nothing much to go by. He was pretty sure he'd have remembered seeing something like this thing, but then again a lot of the monsters were unique in their own right. "I can't find it! I don't know!" He felt panicky, he'd never been that close to being stepped on before.

"Calm down," Jet gave him a light squeeze before he started down the road after it. "Whatever it is we need to do what we can, come on."

"Come on?" Sam squeaked, "Jet what the hell are we supposed to do? That thing's bigger than a skyscraper!"

"We help the people on the street, Dean and Cas are going to be flocking to that thing and we have a better chance of finding them if we stay close." Jet's voice had the same sense of urgency in it that Sam's did but he wasn't scared, at least not by the sound of it. Calm, collected and thinking straight. Sam wondered how many times Jet ran up against something bigger than him thinking he could take it on – the memory of seeing a young boy facing his drunken father came to mind and Sam decided maybe he didn't need to wonder.

"We're going to get crushed, we should get out of its way, go where it has been." He didn't want to follow it, his heart was racing and his limbs felt shaky.

"No, we follow it. We're already slow in comparison to the size of its footsteps so I doubt we'll catch up."

"But-"

"Trust me," Jet snapped back to look at him, sharp eyes easing into a softness that Sam would never be used to from Jet. "I'm here, I'm looking after you and I know that you'll be far safer when Dean and Cas show up."

Sam bit his lip but nodded all the same, Jet was right, safety was on its way. He felt childish and stupid for being so scared but he couldn't help it, fear crept into him like a nightmare in his sleep. He looked down the road, or what was left of it, to see the beast from further away he could make out more of what it looked like. As he looked he noticed a familiar figure standing on a building's rooftop, long coat flowing wildly around him as he watched the monster pass him by.

"It's Cas!" Sam shouted and ran past Jet, joy and relief coming to him and vanishing all in one moment as the monster leaned over. It had appeared long gone, walked too far away to come back, but just like when an ant thinks you can't be that close when you're two steps away, you can still kneel down and be directly in front of it.

The monster had moved so close, until its eye was right in front of Castiel, getting a good look at the High priest glaring at it. It's back was hunched, arms braced on the ground in such a position it reminded Sam of the old horror movie The Grudge, and how the monster had crawled its way toward its victim. For several long seconds the monster and Castiel stared each other down, Cas let out a breath and his eyes started to glow like Sam had seen him do a few times before. A light flashed and immediately dissipated, the monster stood and reeled backward while Castiel could only watch in petrified horror.

"His magic didn't work." Sam gasped before the thing bellowed out a roar that blew them all back. He'd closed his eyes, expecting it to hurt more than it had. He could feel the sensation of tumbling over the ground and he got a few scrapes, but the final impact was nothing like he'd thought it might be. Of course when it happened he knew exactly why, he'd hit Jet who took the brunt of the solid wall they'd crashed into. Sam heard the distinct grunt of pain and turned his head back, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good." Jet groaned and let his head drop backward, his face still pulled tight in a grimace, "Just gimme a sec…"

Sam looked to where Castiel had been but didn't have to search very hard, Cas had been knocked their direction and was lying a few feet away. "Cas!" Sam pulled himself up and ran to the priest's side, "Cas, are you alright?" He felt so useless, calling out people's names and being rescued constantly, crushing his rescuers and getting them hurt. He didn't imagine himself as the damsel in distress every goddamn time.

"I'm okay," Castiel sighed and sat up, looking to where the monster had continued its casual stroll.

"What are we dealing with?" Sam helped him sit up, watching the anxiety in Cas' face.

"Gigas."

"Sounds stupid." Jet grunted as he walked over, having pulled himself from the wreckage of the wall. "What do we have to do?"

"Physical attacks are the only things that'll work, but this one's too big, nothing I have will do anything more than piss it off." Castiel strained a little to stand up, eyes scanning the area for any signs of Dean. "We need your brother."

"Why'd you try magic if you knew it wouldn't work?" Jet's face scrunched up in confused frustration as he thought about it, "What was the point?"

"Had to remind myself why I ran away from the last gigas I came across…" Cas muttered as he reached backward into his coat, drawing his Pernach and aiming it up at the gigas' head.

Sam swallowed nervously and exchanged a look with Jet, the other male starting to look as worried as he was.