Fic: Unraveling (Part 5)
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dauntperplexity[Masterlist] [Part 4]
Dean looked up and saw that he wasn’t looking at his body from the beyond. He was still alive. He looked around and saw that he was in an alley, and he wasn’t alone. He stood up and shuffled toward the other man. A man with wings. “Castiel, wake up,” he said, rushing over and patting the angel on the cheek.
Cas stirred and opened his eyes. “Dean?”
“Are you okay?” they asked simultaneously.
“I’m fine,” they replied.
Dean brought his hand up and put it over Castiel’s mouth to keep him from talking. “You’re not fine,” he replied.
Cas pulled Dean’s hand off of his mouth. “Are you?”
“I’m not the one that was stabbed and is bleeding everywhere.” He lifted up the hand that Cas was using to staunch the bleeding. He stared for a second. He never thought that Dark Angel would be bleeding actual blood along with this bluish-silver thing. “This looks bad, Castiel,” he whispered.
“You…” Cas swallowed hard. “The… the blade. You need to take it out.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’ll hurt more if you leave it in.” He looked up, making eye contact with the other man. “Please, Dean.”
“Okay,” Dean said with a shaky voice. He was going to help the superhero no matter what, but he was not all right with the way he had to go about it. “Are you sure?”
“You have to hurry, Dean. There can’t be much time before the bombs go off.”
Dean pushed into the wound with his thumb and forefinger. His other hand was on Castiel’s shoulder, keeping him from moving around too much. He felt around the wound, trying to find the broken piece. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over.
“It’s all right, Dean,” Cas whispered. He wanted to calm Dean down so he could finish what he was asked to do.
He wanted to stop when he felt Cas tense under him. “Castiel, I should stop.” He looked up and saw him biting his lip.
“No, please, keep going.” His voice was soft. Weak.
“Okay.” He kept pushing until he felt the metal. He gripped it as best as he could, but it kept slipping through his fingers because of the blood. “I’m sorry,” he said again when he felt the blade shift. He hoped he wasn’t doing more damage.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, he pulled the shard out. It was about five inches long and had carvings on it that he didn’t recognize.
Dean looked at Castiel’s face and saw his eyes shut. He dropped the bloody weapon and reached up to Castiel’s neck with his bloody hand. He had no idea why he was searching for a pulse, he didn’t know if the angel even had one. “Castiel, wake up, please.” He didn’t know what he would have done if Castiel died.
“Hurts,” he whispered, his teeth pink and bluish-silver. He tried to swallow, but he stopped when he found his mouth was full of blood.
Dean took off his plaid outer shirt and pressed it into Castiel’s wound. Castel’s eyes shot open and he reached for Dean’s arm. He grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt and squeezed. “Castiel, I don’t know what to do,” he said, putting more pressure on the wound.
Dean could see that Castiel was in a lot of pain. He wondered why the angel wasn’t healing himself, but it probably had to do with the type of weapon that was used. “Castiel, come on. Tell me what to do to help you. Please.”
“Hurts,” Cas whispered, putting his hands over Dean’s. “I can’t heal it. The blade… everything.”
Then Dean knew what was wrong. He knew that he needed to get Castiel’s mind off of the pain. He had no idea what came over him, but he slipped his hands out from under Castiel’s and cupped the other man’s cheeks. He crashed their lips together.
He didn’t know if it was adrenaline from falling out of a building, or if it was fear that the angel was dying, but he kissed Castiel like their lives depended on it. He thought that it was a bad idea and that he was being selfish when Castiel didn’t respond, but when he felt Castiel’s hand on his cheek, he knew that what he did was all right.
Cas kissed Dean back, finding the kiss a welcome distraction. He wanted it to last forever, but Dean eventually pushed away.
Cas stared at Dean, shocked at what had just happened. Dean kissed him. Dean Winchester had just kissed him. He brought his hand to his lips. “You… you kissed me.”
Dean blushed. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He sat back on his heels. “Yeah.”
“Why?” Cas whispered, his voice a lot rougher than it usually was when he spoke as Dark Angel.
“It got your mind off the pain.”
Cas looked down at the wound that was still bleeding. He couldn’t feel it anymore. His heart was beating too fast and his adrenaline was pumping. Hopefully it wouldn’t be his downfall in the end. “It did.”
“Sorry,” Dean said. He scratched the back of his head with his clean hand.
“It’s all right, Dean. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dean replied. He stared into Castiel’s eyes. Something was different about it. Something almost human. He looked so vulnerable; almost familiar. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much.
“You should go. Get somewhere safe. I have to get the bombs.”
“You aren’t strong enough to fight them by yourself.”
Cas smiled at Dean’s concern for him. Some part of him knew that Dean was right. He wasn’t strong enough, but that didn’t mean he’d stop trying to protect the city. “I’ll be all right,” he said. He grabbed the wall and tried to stand.
Dean stood up and grabbed the other arm. He pulled Cas to his feet. “I don’t believe you,” he whispered.
“I can’t lie, Dean.”
“Does it count as a lie if you believe it so much that it’s the truth?”
“Go. Please,” Cas replied, ignoring what Dean said. “I don’t want to worry about you. I just want to get those men and the bombs away from the city. There are too many people who could get hurt.” Cas pulled Dean’s shirt away from the wound. He took a step toward the entrance of the alley. He stopped when he heard a clank under his foot. He looked down and saw it was the piece of the blade.
Dean bent down and picked it up so that Cas didn’t have to. “What do you want me to do with this?” He held it out to Cas with a shaky hand.
Castiel took the metal and wrapped it in the bloodied shirt. He then handed the bundle over to Dean. “Dispose of it however you feel fit.” He then continued his walk toward the entrance of the alley.
“You be careful, all right?” Dean said before Cas could disappear.
Cas looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Always.”
Dean watched and waited for Cas to fly off before he left the alley. As soon as Cas vanished from his sight, he tightened his grip on the bundle and took off running.
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Dean didn’t know how he ended up at his apartment. All he knew was he unlocked his door and was met with arms wrapping around him. Now, Dean wasn’t usually the physical and sentimental type, but he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around whoever was hugging him.
He pushed away after a couple of seconds and saw that it was his brother. “Sam,” he whispered.
“I saw you fall out of the building. I thought you died,” Sam answered. “What the hell happened to your face?”
“What are you talking about?” Dean stepped around his brother and saw Jessica sitting on the couch watching the news.
“We’ve been watching the news all day. I’ve been trying to call you, but you didn’t answer. Then we saw you fall out of the building. At least we assumed it was you. That’s what they’ve been saying.”
“Dean, you should sit,” Jessica said, moving over on the couch to give Dean some space.
“I’m fine, Jess.”
Jessica stood up and threw her arms around Dean. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Thanks,” Dean said, hugging her back.
Jessica went into the kitchen and the brother listened as she reached into the freezer for some ice. She returned with a full bag and a washcloth. She wrapped the bag and held it out to Dean. “Dean, sit.”
He plopped down onto the couch, tired from everything that happened. He grabbed the ice and put it on his face. “So, what’s going on?”
Jessica looked at Sam. She wanted to know if it was okay to tell Dean what was going on. She knew about Dean and Dark Angel’s meetings, and she knew that Dean felt something for the angel. “He went back to your working place. I think he’s fighting whoever is in there.”
“And he has to find the bombs.”
“Bombs?” Sam yelled. “There are bombs in the building?”
“Yeah. I should go back. Tell everyone to clear out.”
“It’ll be impossible to get through traffic, Dean.”
“I should call Cas or Crowley. Maybe they’re still there. They could—”
“All cell phone lines are blocked. It’s procedure.”
“Damnit,” Dean yelled. He hated that he wasn’t able to do anything. Now all of the people around the building were in danger of getting hurt by the explosion.
He felt guilty when he found himself more worried about Castiel than he was about everyone else.
He kept his eyes on the screen even though nothing was happening. For a moment, it felt like the entire city was holding their breath to see how the next few minutes would turn out.
Dean watched as Castiel flew down from the roof with Alastair and Azazel unconscious in his arms. The camera person zoomed in on Castiel as he dropped the unconscious bodies in front of the authorities.
“He’s bleeding,” Jessica said, staring at the blood on the Dark Angel’s body. “Is he okay?”
“No,” he whispered. He wasn’t even sure if Jessica or Sam would hear him with the volume he spoke. “He’s not.”
“Dean?”
“He was stabbed.” He didn’t take his eyes off of the screen.
“How do you know?” Jessica asked.
“I was there,” Dean replied. The memory of what happened less than an hour flashed. He remembered how his heart stopped when he saw the blade go through him. “I saw it happen.”
“Dean,” Sam said, rather forcefully. He knew his brother was blaming himself and he needed to snap his brother out of the trance he was in. He knew it wasn’t possible when the camera zoomed in on Dark Angel’s face.
“Dean… Dean Winchester is safe,” he said.
“Where is he?” half a dozen reporters asked.
“Clear… clear the area,” Dark Angel said to the people around him. “They planted bombs in the building. I’ll try and find them, but if I can’t, I don’t want anyone to get caught in the blast.”
At the mention of a bomb people around him started screaming and started to run as far away from the building as he could. Dark Angel spread his wings and flew straight into the sky.
“Where is he going?” Jessica asked.
“He needs to find the bombs.” Dean shook his head.
He hated it. He hated that he couldn’t do anything to help. He hated that Castiel was injured. He hated how weak he sounded. And he hated knowing that it was his fault and the superhero wouldn’t blame him.
Jessica saw the despair on Dean’s face. She reached across the couch and grabbed Dean’s hand. She gave it a firm squeeze. “I hope he’ll be okay,” she whispered, then let go.
Dean didn’t say anything, but he hoped that they knew he was hoping the same thing. He kept his eyes on the screen watching the rest of the situation play out.
[Part 6]
Dean looked up and saw that he wasn’t looking at his body from the beyond. He was still alive. He looked around and saw that he was in an alley, and he wasn’t alone. He stood up and shuffled toward the other man. A man with wings. “Castiel, wake up,” he said, rushing over and patting the angel on the cheek.
Cas stirred and opened his eyes. “Dean?”
“Are you okay?” they asked simultaneously.
“I’m fine,” they replied.
Dean brought his hand up and put it over Castiel’s mouth to keep him from talking. “You’re not fine,” he replied.
Cas pulled Dean’s hand off of his mouth. “Are you?”
“I’m not the one that was stabbed and is bleeding everywhere.” He lifted up the hand that Cas was using to staunch the bleeding. He stared for a second. He never thought that Dark Angel would be bleeding actual blood along with this bluish-silver thing. “This looks bad, Castiel,” he whispered.
“You…” Cas swallowed hard. “The… the blade. You need to take it out.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’ll hurt more if you leave it in.” He looked up, making eye contact with the other man. “Please, Dean.”
“Okay,” Dean said with a shaky voice. He was going to help the superhero no matter what, but he was not all right with the way he had to go about it. “Are you sure?”
“You have to hurry, Dean. There can’t be much time before the bombs go off.”
Dean pushed into the wound with his thumb and forefinger. His other hand was on Castiel’s shoulder, keeping him from moving around too much. He felt around the wound, trying to find the broken piece. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over.
“It’s all right, Dean,” Cas whispered. He wanted to calm Dean down so he could finish what he was asked to do.
He wanted to stop when he felt Cas tense under him. “Castiel, I should stop.” He looked up and saw him biting his lip.
“No, please, keep going.” His voice was soft. Weak.
“Okay.” He kept pushing until he felt the metal. He gripped it as best as he could, but it kept slipping through his fingers because of the blood. “I’m sorry,” he said again when he felt the blade shift. He hoped he wasn’t doing more damage.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, he pulled the shard out. It was about five inches long and had carvings on it that he didn’t recognize.
Dean looked at Castiel’s face and saw his eyes shut. He dropped the bloody weapon and reached up to Castiel’s neck with his bloody hand. He had no idea why he was searching for a pulse, he didn’t know if the angel even had one. “Castiel, wake up, please.” He didn’t know what he would have done if Castiel died.
“Hurts,” he whispered, his teeth pink and bluish-silver. He tried to swallow, but he stopped when he found his mouth was full of blood.
Dean took off his plaid outer shirt and pressed it into Castiel’s wound. Castel’s eyes shot open and he reached for Dean’s arm. He grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt and squeezed. “Castiel, I don’t know what to do,” he said, putting more pressure on the wound.
Dean could see that Castiel was in a lot of pain. He wondered why the angel wasn’t healing himself, but it probably had to do with the type of weapon that was used. “Castiel, come on. Tell me what to do to help you. Please.”
“Hurts,” Cas whispered, putting his hands over Dean’s. “I can’t heal it. The blade… everything.”
Then Dean knew what was wrong. He knew that he needed to get Castiel’s mind off of the pain. He had no idea what came over him, but he slipped his hands out from under Castiel’s and cupped the other man’s cheeks. He crashed their lips together.
He didn’t know if it was adrenaline from falling out of a building, or if it was fear that the angel was dying, but he kissed Castiel like their lives depended on it. He thought that it was a bad idea and that he was being selfish when Castiel didn’t respond, but when he felt Castiel’s hand on his cheek, he knew that what he did was all right.
Cas kissed Dean back, finding the kiss a welcome distraction. He wanted it to last forever, but Dean eventually pushed away.
Cas stared at Dean, shocked at what had just happened. Dean kissed him. Dean Winchester had just kissed him. He brought his hand to his lips. “You… you kissed me.”
Dean blushed. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He sat back on his heels. “Yeah.”
“Why?” Cas whispered, his voice a lot rougher than it usually was when he spoke as Dark Angel.
“It got your mind off the pain.”
Cas looked down at the wound that was still bleeding. He couldn’t feel it anymore. His heart was beating too fast and his adrenaline was pumping. Hopefully it wouldn’t be his downfall in the end. “It did.”
“Sorry,” Dean said. He scratched the back of his head with his clean hand.
“It’s all right, Dean. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dean replied. He stared into Castiel’s eyes. Something was different about it. Something almost human. He looked so vulnerable; almost familiar. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much.
“You should go. Get somewhere safe. I have to get the bombs.”
“You aren’t strong enough to fight them by yourself.”
Cas smiled at Dean’s concern for him. Some part of him knew that Dean was right. He wasn’t strong enough, but that didn’t mean he’d stop trying to protect the city. “I’ll be all right,” he said. He grabbed the wall and tried to stand.
Dean stood up and grabbed the other arm. He pulled Cas to his feet. “I don’t believe you,” he whispered.
“I can’t lie, Dean.”
“Does it count as a lie if you believe it so much that it’s the truth?”
“Go. Please,” Cas replied, ignoring what Dean said. “I don’t want to worry about you. I just want to get those men and the bombs away from the city. There are too many people who could get hurt.” Cas pulled Dean’s shirt away from the wound. He took a step toward the entrance of the alley. He stopped when he heard a clank under his foot. He looked down and saw it was the piece of the blade.
Dean bent down and picked it up so that Cas didn’t have to. “What do you want me to do with this?” He held it out to Cas with a shaky hand.
Castiel took the metal and wrapped it in the bloodied shirt. He then handed the bundle over to Dean. “Dispose of it however you feel fit.” He then continued his walk toward the entrance of the alley.
“You be careful, all right?” Dean said before Cas could disappear.
Cas looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Always.”
Dean watched and waited for Cas to fly off before he left the alley. As soon as Cas vanished from his sight, he tightened his grip on the bundle and took off running.
Dean didn’t know how he ended up at his apartment. All he knew was he unlocked his door and was met with arms wrapping around him. Now, Dean wasn’t usually the physical and sentimental type, but he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around whoever was hugging him.
He pushed away after a couple of seconds and saw that it was his brother. “Sam,” he whispered.
“I saw you fall out of the building. I thought you died,” Sam answered. “What the hell happened to your face?”
“What are you talking about?” Dean stepped around his brother and saw Jessica sitting on the couch watching the news.
“We’ve been watching the news all day. I’ve been trying to call you, but you didn’t answer. Then we saw you fall out of the building. At least we assumed it was you. That’s what they’ve been saying.”
“Dean, you should sit,” Jessica said, moving over on the couch to give Dean some space.
“I’m fine, Jess.”
Jessica stood up and threw her arms around Dean. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Thanks,” Dean said, hugging her back.
Jessica went into the kitchen and the brother listened as she reached into the freezer for some ice. She returned with a full bag and a washcloth. She wrapped the bag and held it out to Dean. “Dean, sit.”
He plopped down onto the couch, tired from everything that happened. He grabbed the ice and put it on his face. “So, what’s going on?”
Jessica looked at Sam. She wanted to know if it was okay to tell Dean what was going on. She knew about Dean and Dark Angel’s meetings, and she knew that Dean felt something for the angel. “He went back to your working place. I think he’s fighting whoever is in there.”
“And he has to find the bombs.”
“Bombs?” Sam yelled. “There are bombs in the building?”
“Yeah. I should go back. Tell everyone to clear out.”
“It’ll be impossible to get through traffic, Dean.”
“I should call Cas or Crowley. Maybe they’re still there. They could—”
“All cell phone lines are blocked. It’s procedure.”
“Damnit,” Dean yelled. He hated that he wasn’t able to do anything. Now all of the people around the building were in danger of getting hurt by the explosion.
He felt guilty when he found himself more worried about Castiel than he was about everyone else.
He kept his eyes on the screen even though nothing was happening. For a moment, it felt like the entire city was holding their breath to see how the next few minutes would turn out.
Dean watched as Castiel flew down from the roof with Alastair and Azazel unconscious in his arms. The camera person zoomed in on Castiel as he dropped the unconscious bodies in front of the authorities.
“He’s bleeding,” Jessica said, staring at the blood on the Dark Angel’s body. “Is he okay?”
“No,” he whispered. He wasn’t even sure if Jessica or Sam would hear him with the volume he spoke. “He’s not.”
“Dean?”
“He was stabbed.” He didn’t take his eyes off of the screen.
“How do you know?” Jessica asked.
“I was there,” Dean replied. The memory of what happened less than an hour flashed. He remembered how his heart stopped when he saw the blade go through him. “I saw it happen.”
“Dean,” Sam said, rather forcefully. He knew his brother was blaming himself and he needed to snap his brother out of the trance he was in. He knew it wasn’t possible when the camera zoomed in on Dark Angel’s face.
“Dean… Dean Winchester is safe,” he said.
“Where is he?” half a dozen reporters asked.
“Clear… clear the area,” Dark Angel said to the people around him. “They planted bombs in the building. I’ll try and find them, but if I can’t, I don’t want anyone to get caught in the blast.”
At the mention of a bomb people around him started screaming and started to run as far away from the building as he could. Dark Angel spread his wings and flew straight into the sky.
“Where is he going?” Jessica asked.
“He needs to find the bombs.” Dean shook his head.
He hated it. He hated that he couldn’t do anything to help. He hated that Castiel was injured. He hated how weak he sounded. And he hated knowing that it was his fault and the superhero wouldn’t blame him.
Jessica saw the despair on Dean’s face. She reached across the couch and grabbed Dean’s hand. She gave it a firm squeeze. “I hope he’ll be okay,” she whispered, then let go.
Dean didn’t say anything, but he hoped that they knew he was hoping the same thing. He kept his eyes on the screen watching the rest of the situation play out.
[Part 6]
