They’ve been running, fighting, tearing through beasts for who knows how long. It doesn’t seem to stop, but Dean thinks that’s just how time progresses here. It feels like a string of random moments, like jump cuts in a movie. Every so often, Dean will realize they’re not in the same place he thought they had been moments before, or the thing dying at Castiel’s hand is a different kind of monster.
“Can we be killed here? Or would we just be put back together?” He asks because he’s seen a creature drag its head back to its body after Cas had ripped it off.
Blue eyes spare him a fast glance before returning to scan, watch, guard. “This isn’t a realm meant for man or angel. We might not die in a technical manner…but if they ripped deeply enough to reach your soul or my grace…” he trails off but Dean shivers, understanding that they could be eaten alive, body and soul, while they watched.
Dean learns that like on Earth, here, he can’t magically fix himself. They’re set upon by a pack of…well, Dean doesn’t have words for these things. Dean’s tangled with most kinds of monsters, but that was on his turf, and usually the things looked semi human. These things speak of ancient nightmares painted on damp cave walls, of evil to come in the night and swallow you whole. He’s never been one to run from a fight, but he’s a man without a weapon and all he can do is try not to get hit as he waits for Cas to dispatch them.
He’s gotten good at ducking and dodging and spinning away from the monsters here, but to be honest, they seem more drawn to Cas anyways. It’s stupid, going for the obviously more powerful, deadly creature, but Dean kind of gets it. Whenever Cas fights here, it’s like his edges blur and his grace starts to shine through, and he glows with power. Like a moth to a flame, it brings the creatures to him, and Dean’s still not sure if it’s involuntary, just how this place works, or if Cas does it on purpose to draw them away from Dean.
But this time, he spins too far, out of Castiel’s reach, and one of the beasts breaks off from the beast to latch jaws onto his leg. It’s a ridiculous kind of pain, Dean can feel his body crumbling, but it’s not like he can go down without a fight, so he kicks out hard with his other leg and sends the thing flying back some. Dean looks to his leg and feels a wave of sick wash over him as he quickly assesses the damage. His foot’s gone, the rest of the leg below knee tattered, blood gushing. He doesn’t feel dizzy from blood loss, but it still burns with incredible pain and there’s no way he’ll be able to push himself up and away from the creature making it’s way back to him. And now, he’s almost done. Almost ready to lay back and let the thing fucking take him apart until its filthy slobbering jaw is clamped down on his soul. But before he can surrender to it, there’s a holy blast of light as the creature’s blown into a hundred different pieces.
Castiel picks him up, cradling him in his arms, and Dean would make a joke about how he’s no princess, but he’s down a leg and fucking tired. He stares at the weird, empty sky as every motion, every breath makes his leg throb and gush, and surely he should have lost all the blood in his body now, but it doesn’t stop. They stop moving some time later, Dean doesn’t know how long, but Castiel gently rests him on the ground and gentle hands hover over him.
“I can’t just heal it Dean…I need to re-grow it. It will be painful,” Castiel warns softly, pausing, waiting for his signal.
“Just do it Cas,” he grits out, but as soon as Cas starts, he second-guesses his choice. He could have just had Cas cauterize it, because who really needs a leg when it feels like this to re-grow it?
He wants to scream until he’s hoarse, but he bites it back and pushes it down as Cas conjures new bone and covers it with muscle and skin. When his leg is whole again, it’s perfect, exactly as it was, but the memory of the pain still sits heavy in Dean’s stomach and it takes him awhile to gather himself before they can move on to a safer spot.
The rest on a hill, the sky getting lighter, and Castiel traces a perimeter around them, allowing Dean time to rest. And he knows he should try to sleep, rest while he can, but he can only sit with head in hands and try to not completely lose his mind and maybe a tear escapes from his eye. Castiel finishes his round and sits lightly next to him, patient for Dean to speak.
When he finally does, his voice is raspy and broken when he says, “I’m so useless here. All I do is slow you down.”
He can’t see Cas, but he feels his body turn towards his as he quietly replies, “Seeing you out of this place is the only thing to propel me forward Dean. That’s far from useless. You and your brother will be together again, I promise you.”
At that Dean lifts his head, and attempts a sort of smile that doesn’t really happen, but it’s the effort that counts. “All of us will be together.”
Castiel ducks his head, almost shyly, but Dean saw the corners of his mouth quirking in a smile as he repeats, “All of us.”
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Darling, I loved you,
I long to become you
And know what it is that you gave
We dance the sorrow
Forgive me tomorrow
I pray
Night after night, day after day
Would you watch my body weaken
My mind drift away?i have a ridiculous amount of feels for this song
all i can see is castiel watching over dean as he grows old, longing to become human and die with him but knowing that he can’t abandon his garrison and his duty as an angel
and dean begging for cas to join him because he can’t go through this alone
and cas having to watch as dean slowly forgets him… forgets that he was the man that saved the world once. forgets the profound bond they had with each other.
fuck why don’t i have talent so i can write about this. if anyone’s willing to do a fic or rec one about this, i’ll pay you in first born sons x
“Cain said to the Lord, ‘My punishment is too great to bear! Behold, You have driven me this day from the face of the ground; and from Your face I will be hidden, and I will be a vagrant and a wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me.’But the Lord said to him, ‘Not so; anyone who kills Cain will suffer vengeance seven times over.’ Then the Lord put a mark on Cain so that no one who found him would kill him.” [Genesis 4:13-15]
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DEAN/CAS - I’ve loved you for a thousand years
REMEMBER WHEN 7x17 HURT LIKE HELL? WELL, I MADE IT HURT EVEN MORE. KINDA.
THIS IS MY “FIX WHAT SERA GAMBLE BROKE” VIDEO. AND MY ODE TO THE EPIC DEAN/CAS LOVE STORY.I KEEP GOING DOWN WITH THIS SHIP AND I’M STILL NOT DROWNING. SO SUCK IT, SERA!
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Can we please just take a second to talk about the fact that as soon as Cas leaves Dean’s whole world seems to get darker?
#this has always been true though hasn’t it #Castiel lit up the blackened barn the first time they met #and even as his wings cast a shadow on the wall #his entrance enveloped like a canopy of light #that rang out ‘i found you’ into the night #that last time too #as Dean stood on that stranger’s step #and his lost friend looked up #as sunlight cleansed his face #and Dean’s heart sung ‘I found you’ #and for the first time #in a long time #his world felt right
That moment you realize this angel is probably the best friend you’ve ever had:
That awkward moment when you realize that you find your best friend hot:
That awful moment when your best friend breaks your heart, but you don’t know how it happened because you weren’t supposed to ever let him get close enough to do that:
That moment of certainty, when you realize, for once, you have faith something:
That overwhelming moment you realize you’re in love with your best friend:
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omg you did not just write me bobby/cas reunion!fic
YOU DID NOT
I CURSE YOU ANON
AND YET I ALSO BLESS YOU
‘we’ll get through this together’
JFC JUST KILL ME ALREADY
AJFKLEWF AUGHHH PAIN
OMFGFDGDF HE CALLED HIM SON
SON
(Source: hiddley, via joseethefirst)
ok:
THIS DUDE. CARRIED A COAT AROUND.
FOR MONTHS. AND MOVED IT.
FROM VEHICLE TO VEHICLE.
THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL
THIS ISN’T GOING TO
GET RESOLVED.
HE CARRIED A COAT AROUND.
MISTER I DON’T DO SENTIMENTAL VALUE.
MISTER I THROW CERTAIN AMULETS AWAY.
CARRIED A COAT IN HIS TRUNK
FROM CAR TO CAR.
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