MEME FILL: Darkest night 2/?

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Tittle: Darkest night

Pairing: none, hints of destiel

Characters: Dean W. Castiel, Lucifer, others, OFC&OMC

KINKS: end!verse, h/c, depressed Cas, badass/douche Dean.

Warnings: for violence, self harm, suicide ideation and death of main characters.

A/N: not thie si a work in progress.
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part ONE is HERE

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There was a girl in their camp; her name was Phoebe, she was fearless and smart, and wise beyond her age.

Even if she wore glasses and had not the perfect figure she had Dean wrapped around her little finger, Castiel saw with a pang of jealousy as she made Dean smile the way he used to smile before all this.

Phoebe’s little brother Sean was the first guy Castiel slept with. He was sweet and a total whore in bed. Castiel found out with him that the little sliver of grace he had left gave people joy; he made Sean orgasm so hard the boy had been blushing all week long. He had auburn hair all the way down to his shoulders and the same hazel eyes Phee had.

Phoebe “Phee” and Sean “Sunny” Carter were the best snipers in the whole camp with a pulse steady as concrete. That’s why they were admired, the reason everyone loved them was because they were nice and Phoebe could make Dean see logic when not even Cas was allowed close.

They also were like Castiel’s new family, gossip said Phoebe was a gang member and Sean had been studying to be a priest, they never spoke about their lives, she knew about guns and fought dirty hand to hand, and Sean was sweet and far too innocent, even f smart and always knew how to say,. Neither of them allowed anyone close because they had each other. But Castiel, another broken lost one was like a piece of their set.

Castiel had learnt the basics from Dean, but it was Phoebe who made him good, so he was not useless; he started spending time with Claire and with anyone who would like to have a chat with an angel, those whose fate was braking.

That was their life until the day they were sent with Castiel to set explosives to destroy a bridge.

“Hurry up Cas…” Sean said finishing his job while Castiel was still twirling two wires together, they were on the floor finishing the work while Phoebe had her shotgun ready and was watching around in case some infected jumped on them.

The radio made a sound and then Dean’s voice was heard. “Come on, carters, Cas, get moving…what is taking so long?”

Sean answered to his own radio. “Cas is shaking, one minute.” Sean left his own gun down and held Cas’ hands “let me…” he moved closer and kissed Castiel’s lips smiling.

Castiel let out a sigh, he felt vulnerable and sore and nervous for some weird reason. The first time Dean trusted him to go on a run with his men; and he felt he disappointed his friend. He moved back against a dirty wall, he never saw the door to the service room there, so when it opened and he fell down he let out a yelp.

Two infected came rushing out, throttling over Castiel towards Sean, they were screaming like demons, the Carter kid had no chance.
Phoebe appeared out of nowhere shooting the guy on the head but not before some of its infected blood dripped all over Sean. The second one ran towards Phoebe who stood over Cas to protect him, she tried to reload but –as it happened three times already- her shotgun got stuck. She swore scared.

“I got it, I got it, I got it!!” Sean got up, took his own gun and shot the second infected in the head splashing Phee and Cas in guts and blood.

With Static the voice of Chuck, leader of the second team at the east bank of the river was heard “guys, Carters? Cas? Are you okay?” his voice sounded nervous and worried. “We heard shots.”

Phoebe took the radio. “We got ourselves some infected but we’re fine; charges are set; give us three minutes and blow this thing up.”
She moved, already walking to get her brother’s backpack and rifle. “Come on baby bro, let’s get home, move on Cas, you better be ready for my stew…” Sean made a sound and offered his hand to Castiel.

“You’ll feel better with Phee’s stew…” Sean kissed his hand. “You’re still shaking.”

The radio sounded again. “Phoebs?”Dean’s voice sounded. “Is that blood over your brother?”

“He’s fine Winchester!” she said but both carter siblings were looking at each other, phoebe turned the radio off.

“What if I’m not…”

Phoebe turned furious to him. “Shut up… you will” she said as they left the bridge and drove away in Sean’s jeep.

Cas rubbed as much blood away as he could; just like Phoebe and she tried to clean her brother too. She found a cut on Sean’s face and her stomach did a somersault. “Castiel.” she said menacing. “You almost had my brother killed; I don’t care if you’re Dean’s other steady fuck or whatever.” She said, Castiel wanted to say she was wrong. “Pull shit like that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Phee, stop, I’m fine.”

“Shut up Sunny.” That was his nickname, and Castiel had seen Dean drinking himself stupid when he caught phoebe using it.

They parked on safe ground and left the car to see the explosion.  “Phee are you okay?” Sean asked as she racked her hair.

“UGH…” phoebe pulled something out of her hair. “Is this an ear?”Sean chuckled. They heard the explosion and they turned to see the cloud rising to the sky.

“I’m going to take a bath and even use those salts we found last week…” her brother chuckled. “And My hair needs help, I’m gonna let Claire cut it, she’s been dying to do it for so long…”

Sean tussled her hair playful. “I like your hair just fine sis…” another car was getting close.

“DEAN!” Phoebe jumped and ran to him. “It’s done… no more risks at this front.” Dean saw her, and smiled; he even let her hug him, even kissed her temple before he held her to look at her; his eyes filled in something like worry and sadness.

“You ok Cas?” Dean asked without looking away and smiled at Castiel’s weak nod, the angel felt inadequate, of place, lost. How humans kept going? This was exhausting and senseless.

“Sean?” Dean called “if you were infected…”

“He’s not!” he sister cut him. “We’re safe. He’s safe I took care of it.”

“I know…” he said looking at her. “You did a great job looking after him.” Dean insisted, finally turning to Sean. “if you were infected; would you want to know?”

“NO!” Sean let out secure “If it happens don’t let me know, just put me down and be done with it.”

“You’re fine Sunny…” Phoebe insisted. “Dean he’s fine.”

Dean bit his bottom lip looking at her brother. “Yes, he is fine.” And to him he repeated. “yes, Sean YOU are fine.” It took a couple seconds for him to understand. He let out a keen sound and looked at her sister in Dean’s arms with fear and despair.

Sean and Cas saw as Dean hugged her close, kissed her temple and mumbled something in response to her I love you.

That’s when Castiel understood, but he couldn’t believe it, and even if she was… there had to be a way. She couldn’t be…

The sound of the shot made them both jump; Phoebe went limp, leaving Dean holding a smoking gun on his hand while looking down
Sean cried and Dean let him, he even let the young soldier hit him a couple times, and then helped the boy carry Phoebe back to the camp to be burnt. That was a first.

After she was reduced to a pile of ashes everyone let Sean alone.

“She was fine…” Castiel said to Dean’s back when he started walking back to the camp as if nothing happened.

“She was infected.” Their leader answered. The fear was overwhelming, it could’ve been him he was next to her, and she was infected by the same corpse that splashed him over.

“It could’ve been me…” Dean let out a sigh and looked up but didn’t even stop. “Shut up.”

“You loved her…” Cas said with a certain bitterness. “You whispered it to her…”

“I’ve loved many people Cas, most of them had horrible painful deaths, at least she didn’t suffer.”

“Dean... This is not what you used to do.”

Dean let out a snort. “I used to be a hunter, this is different, I used to have a family, they’re gone, I used to have a brother… not anymore.” he shrugged turning around. “I used to care, now… I’m just surviving, and hopefully enough to make sure what’s left of Sam gets to be put to rest.”
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Part THREE