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A hunt gone wrong led him to kneeling on the ground crying over the angel’s broken body. No matter how hard he screamed and cried the angel wasn’t coming back. Not this time. Holding the angel’s bloody face in his hands he cries over his best friend’s body.
“Dean. Hey. We need to go, that thing’s gonna come back-and” “Sammy he’s gone. I can’t leave him what if he comes back and I’m-we’re not here? Let that thing come back. Without Cas I-I” he begins to stutter over his words, and Sam leaves it alone. His brother has known how he feels about the angel for a while but now his theories confirmed, and he can’t leave him here to die alongside the angel. So, doing what he does best he stands by his brother’s side, protecting him at all costs. “Take your time Dean. I’m going to guard the door.” The only response he can salvage is a slight nod of the head.
“Cas. Come back. You can’t be dead. You can’t. Not after everything we’ve been through, you can’t die on a lousy hunt like this. You’re stronger than that. After escaping purgatory, and Metatron and being human for Christ’s sake. You can’t be dead. Please man, I need you. We need you. I never even got to tell you how much I need you. I-I love you man. I never told you because I’m a fucking coward and selfish. I just thought you’d always be around and you were, but now you’re gone. And I can’t even breathe. Come back. Please. This can’t be it. Not after everything, please. Castiel! I love you.”
It’s the last thing he says as he bends over his angel’s broken body, and holds him for hours until he passes out on the warehouse floor clutching him like an old teddy bear. “Dean?” Sam must be ready to go, so he peels himself off of his angel’s body. He waits on the usual “It’s not your fault, he’ll come back” spill that Sam had undoubtedly has for him but it doesn’t come. Hearing his name again he looks around, “Dean.” It’s coming from beneath him, his angel is breathing slightly in and out and another labored “Dean” escapes his busted lips.
“Hey-Hey. It’s me, I’m here.” The angel’s eyes are bloodshot and red but they’re open. Dean has never been happier to see those gorgeous blue eyes in his life. He wraps his hands around his angel’s damaged body and carefully brings it to his own to embrace him. “Never do that again! Dammit Cas. How are you alive right now? Never mind it-it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Cas’s breathing is shallow and labored but his chest is still heaving up and down moving Dean along with him. Minutes go by and Dean is still clutching onto the angel as if his life depends on it. “Dean-.”
Pulling back to see the angel’s face he holds it slightly “Yeah-yeah I’m here man, are you okay?” “Is this not invading your personal space? I feel this would usually make you uncomfortable, what happened?” Shit, the poor guy must have a concussion and holding onto him this tightly probably isn’t helping, but he doesn’t want to let go, ever. Masculinity be damned. “You don’t remember?” All the response the angel can muster is a slight head shake. Carefully, Dean runs his calloused hands slowly through the angel’s dark hair, searching for a head wound. No blood, no bumps, but he doesn’t want to remove his hands from the dark hair, it’s so soft. How had he never done this before?
Dude, nut up Winchester. Removing his hands from the dark hair, he shakes himself off, “You got attacked pretty badly, and you were dead for a while, well at least I thought you were. It looked bad man, I just I don’t know how you’re alive, but none of that matters, all that matters is that you’re okay. You are right?” “I think so but I’m feeling off, usually I can heal myself and at least recharge a bit but it’s not working. Dean. I think I may- I may be human.” Not wanting to seem rude he fights off the urge to shrug, frankly he’s just happy the guy is alive, regardless of what form he’s in. “Okay we’ll figure it out, let’s go tell Sammy the good news.” Castiel tries to get up from the warehouse floor but even with Dean’s help he can barely move. “I got you.” In one swift motion, Dean is picking up the, not so light, ex-angel. “Jesus, you’re heavier than you look.” “Jimmy was very physically fit, I tried to keep his body in the condition I found it in Dean. Out of respect of course" he mumbles the last few words but Dean heard them anyways.
Kicking the door open it jars Sam awake from his post at the door. “Dean?!” “Sammy-It’s okay. Cas is fine. We need to get him to the Impala, I might have to take him to the ER. This looks beyond anything even your stitching and whiskey can fix.” Blinking a few times at the sight of his older brother carrying the angel he nods. “Sure-sure. Do you need help?” “I got it. You get the joy of doing a medical exam. Have fun with that.” Rolling his eyes, Sam leads the way in front, checking corners just in case. When they make out to baby, Cas is asleep in Dean’s arms, head against the plaid covered chest. “Ain’t he a little angel?” “Uh Dean? If he has a concussion he doesn’t need to be asleep.” “I checked inside, he seemed okay, and I didn’t see him hit his head on the way down or anything. When he woke up he said he was human, so maybe his body just gave out to exhaustion?” Shrugging, Sam opens up the back seat, “Here’s hoping. Put him down carefully, try not to jostle his body too much, if he has any broken bones it’ll only hurt him worse in the end.”
“Okay. Hey? What was that thing anyways?” “Dunno, never could get a name for it, whatever it was, it’s long gone, I think it took Cas’s grace and when it did it exploded or something. There was a huge flash a couple miles back, I seen it through the window by the door.” Nodding Dean carefully lays down the fallen angel carefully. “Huh. Well anything that can bang up an angel that good isn’t something I want to mess with anyways, so good riddance.”
“I know man, but you have to be more careful, that thing went after me, and in turn you went after it, if it weren’t for Cas, you’d be dead on the floor in there. And you don’t have any grace for it to steal.” He was right, it was his fault, Cas had stepped in front of Dean at the last second and down he went. In all the commotion Dean’s first instinct was always Sam. Once he saw that his brother has survived the tousle he turned his attention back to the thing and saw it hunched over Castiel’s limp body. “You’re right, it’s my bad. I should’ve paid more attention.” “It’s nobody’s fault Dean, I just don’t want it to be you the next time, just be more careful.”
Dean nods, “So, what’s the verdict?” “I’m not feeling any broken bones, he has a lot of bruises here and there but that’s to be expected, honestly I just think that it took away his mojo, and since he wasn’t fully back even as an angel, his vessel just needs some time to regroup and pull itself together. Especially now that he’s human.” “You mind driving?” “No, why?” “I’m going to sit back here with him, I don’t want him to wake up and start throwing up or anything.” “Right… Okay.”
Notes: So this is not my first fic, I have a lot actually. That however does not mean that these are going to be 100% error free and based on Canon, although I do my best to do so. More than the writers do anyways. I have many more fics on my page if you like Human!Cas or Destiel Feels, or even Cockles, I have it all there. Hope you enjoy, if not then why are you still reading this…? Haha. To all my readers and fans, I love you! I’d say I write for you guys solely, but honestly it’s because I’m trash, and I can never find a fic to fill my needs. This note is officially WAY too long. So. Uh. Bye. >3< ;]
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