Fallen pt4

Dean woke up in a bed, since it was Sam’s turn on the floor. He did his first thing was his room check, just like every other morning. First, no demons-check. Second, Sammy-no check. Dean looked around, Sam did not appear to be anywhere around, all Dean could see was Castiel curled up in the other bed. Dean sighed and got up, fully prepared to go into Sam-search mode.

“Dean.” Castiel said when he heard his feet hit the floor.

“You’re awake?” Cas sat up and nodded. “Where’s Sam?”

“Samuel left, I think he said something about food.” Internally Dean cursed his brother for not just ordering room service. “He also said to tell you that this place doesn’t have room service.” Damn, Sam actually knew him well enough to predict his complaints. Creepy. Dean pulled his cell out of his pocket, getting ready to bitch out his little brother. “Wait.” Cas said, blushing.

“What?” Dean asked.

“I, um, I want to talk to you.”

“Shoot.” Dean said, putting his phone back in his pocket. Castiel gulped, nervous.

“I fell for you.” He blurted, too confused to come up with a better tactic.

“Huh?” Dean said, his mouth dropping open.

“It’s just, I saw you kissing Anna, and you just looked so sad, but I’d never felt sadness, so I started talking to her and she told me everything, I guess and then I--” Dean cut off Cas’ rambling speech.

“What? Wait, take a deep breath before you explain.” Castiel paused and took in a deep breath, regaining some slight control.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Okay then. That’s normal.” Dean said, his brain not entirely processing what his friend told him. Castiel gulped again. He took another deep breath, appeared to make a decision, then stood up. Castiel walked over to Dean, for a moment holding all his former angelic grace and confidence. He put his hands on both sides of immobilized Dean’s face.

“I love you.” He said, then took another deep breath before kissing him. Dean felt his eyes slide shut. He figured he should stop Cas, but he didn’t quite seem able to. He placed his hands on Castiel’s waist and pulled him closer. Nope, he definitely couldn’t stop himself. Not that he wanted to at this point.

“Dean, you awa-” Dean felt a rush of outside air as Sam opened the door, bursting in on what may have been the best moment of his life. “Um…” His little brother said, blushing.

“Hiya Sammy…” Dean said, halfheartedly disentangling himself from Cas, who froze, his momentary courage forgotten.

“Is this a bad time?” Sam asked, looking back and forth between them.

“Kinda.” Dean said.

“Bobby just called back.” Sam continued, ignoring his brother. “He wants us to meet him somewhere.” Dean looked from Castiel to Sam.

“Five more minutes?”

“No.” Sam said. “Time to pack up.”

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Castiel stared out of the window, mesmerized by the moving road beneath them. He and the Winchesters were driving off, finally leaving the motel, and going to meet Bobby at a stronghold of his about half an hour away from the motel. They were nearly there. Dean gave Sam the silent treatment for the first ten minutes or so, but curiosity won out.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“Bobby told me to meet him at some old church.”

“Gotcha. Why did we have to leave right away? It’s not like it’s going anywhere.” Sam rolled his eyes and refused to answer. Castiel chuckled. They came into view of a field, an abandoned building standing in the center of it.

“This is the place.” Sam said, Dean slowed the car and parked on the side of the road. They got out and started walking up to the church, Castiel trying to ignore the odd feeling in his gut. It felt like…something bad was about to happen. But what could happen outside, in broad daylight, in front of a church? He shivered.

“You okay, Cas?” Dean asked him.

“Yeah, fine.” They trudged over to the building, over a flat surface that, to Castiel, felt uphill. Sam made it to the door first, and walked inside.

“Bobby?” He called. “Hello?” Dean followed his brother, with Cas right behind him.

“I have a bad feeling about this…” Castiel announced, to no one in particular.

“You and me both.” Dean replied, reaching for the gun tucked into his belt. “Cas, I think you should go back to the car…”

“Leaving so soon?” A familiar, prissy voice asked. They whipped around to see the source. Alistair was blocking the exit.

“Get behind us.” Sam said to Castiel, drawing his gun.

“You don’t look happy to see me, and after coming all this way.” Alistair said, holding a cell phone. Bobby’s.

“What did you do to him?” Sam asked, noticing the phone.

“Your friend?” Alistair asked, as if he didn’t know who Sam was talking about. “I paid him a visit on a dark night.”

“Bastard.” Dean said, pointing his pistol at the demon. Castiel stood next to the brothers, unsure of his human abilities, but not going to run from a fight. “Cas, get BEHIND ME!” Dean yelled at him, not taking his eyes off Alistair.

“No.” Castiel said, trying to remember anything he could do that didn’t require angelic abilities. Alistair chose that moment, when Dean was distracted, to attack. He held up his hand and stared at Sam, who fell to his knees, clutching his throat. Dean shot at Alistair, once, twice. The bullets had no apparent effect.

Just as sudden as he was there, he was gone again.

“Where’d he go?” Dean said. Sam picked himself off the floor.

Cas felt someone grab him from behind, one arm around him, pinning his arms to his sides, and one hand over his mouth.

“Over here.” Alistair said, his breath rushing past Castiel’s ear. The brothers turned, their guns aimed straight at the demon, until they noticed his shield.

“Let go of him.” Dean said.

“Now, why would I do that? Not only is he an angel, but he’s so pretty, don’t you think?” Alistair said, leering at Dean. Cas could see that Dean was getting just angry enough to do something stupid, and tried to call out to him. Alistair’s hand muzzled him, so he did the only thing he could think of. Cas bit the demon.

Surprised more than hurt, Alistair dropped him. The Winchesters shot at him, the blows on top of his shock, forced him back a few steps. Castiel coughed as the disgusting taste of sulfur filled his mouth. Sam kept shooting at Alistair, and Dean crouched down next to Cas.

“Go back to the car.” He said, pulling Cas to his feet.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Don’t be so stu-” Dean’s words were cut off with a loud, fleshy sounding thump. His eyes clouded over and he slumped forward onto Castiel.

“DEAN!” Sam yelled, unable to process the last few seconds of the fight. They almost seemed to pass by in slow motion. Dean turned to Castiel, and broke a principle rule, never turn your back to a demon. Alistair, getting his second wind, reached into a pocket and pulled out a long, glittering, silvery knife. The handle of that knife was now growing out of Dean’s back.

“DEAN!” He yelled again. Alistair smiled triumphantly.

“Now that is more pain then I could cause with a hundred knives.” He said, content to sit back and watch the show.

“Dean?” Cas whispered, buckling under his weight. Dean didn’t answer. Sam ran to them and took his brother out of Castiel’s hands.

“Dean! C’mon, wake up!” Sam said, shaking him. He turned Dean face up, and saw that his eyes were still half open, holding all the expression of marbles.

“No…” Castiel said, tears forming in the corners of his vision. He looked up, what for he didn’t know. Cas saw a bright, blue tinged light among the rafters.

“Close your eyes.” He said to Sam. Sam didn’t hear him, to caught up in his grief. “I said close your eyes!” Castiel yelled, grabbing Sam by his collar. It took him a moment to understand him, but Sam closed his tearstained eyes. Alistair, smiling to himself, heard Cas, and looked toward the ceiling.

“That sanctimonious prick! Interfering again!” He said, then vanished. The glow drifted to the ground, then slowly materialized into Uriel.

“Take Dean outside.” Castiel told Sam, who obeyed as soon as the request got through to him. “I need to talk to Uriel.”