MEME FILL: Darkest Night 4/5
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szarabasjkaSo... I went to bed and was fially falling asleep when i got an alert for the OP's messg. and guess what? I forgot I had this as WIP. I thought I was done, so here it goes:
Castiel won nobody; not even Castiel himself knew how but he saved Dean leaving Lucifer hurt and unable to follow thanks to one of Kevin’s recipe for demon bombs.
On the way out they had to run from a group of infected: Claire, and Jodie were the only back up Castiel had and they did their best; Castiel covered Dean’s face as a rain of blood and guts fell over them. As they got into the camp Dean woke up, looking into Castiel’s blue eyes with surprise and relief.
Claire patched him up before moving to organize everything so they could go back with reinforcement.
Maybe; maybe this was the day; maybe they had a chance against Lucifer.
***
Their plan failed; Lucifer held Castiel by the face and raised him from the floor over the few survivors. “I’m letting you go…” he said. “As a lesson to Dean Winchester; I am the one he has to thank… I gave him back what little he has left, his surrogate brother, his make believe niece. The make believe mother…” Jodie and Claire were tossed at his feet.
“This will end when HE dares to face me and faces his death!!”
Castiel got up and poured something on the floor that Jodie had in hands; it started burning with the sigil of Michael on it, the only sigil that could contain Lucifer.
“What is this!!” he shouted but couldn’t leave the trap. “Castiel!!!” he shouted.
Cas wasn’t strong enough to destroy him, but the sigil will contain him for a while, for a little while, a couple weeks tops; enough to try to contact angels again, anyone, everyone!
On their way out Claire hugged Castiel and helped him walk. His clothes were soaked in blood from the army of infected they had to defeat to get to Sam.
“Are you hurt?” Claire was patting him trying to find his wounds.
“Is not my blood….” He said holding her.
As soon as they passed the fences of their camp were surrounded by their group, some helped Jodie, Claire was already shouting orders when Dean limped his way to them.
“Dean…” Castiel stood there; tears in his eyes out of relief and something else, he thought he’d never again see his face; he felt sore and tired.
The last Winchester hugged Claire and sent her to clean herself up and then moved to Castiel and hugged him, yet the second he pulled him away to see his face his eyes changed. Something was wrong.
“Come with me…” he ordered seeing others around them.
Castiel followed without a doubts, Cas was the only one who heard and saw Dean’s tears and heartbreak, for a while he thought Dean wanted to know about Sam.
“Dean…” Castiel started even before Dean stopped walking at the abandoned diner near his cabin. “I couldn’t really talk with him…”
Dean stopped, and sniffling a bit he said:”I don’t care... not right now” In a whisper. He turned not looking at his friend in the eyes. “Cas…” Dean was biting his bottom lip and had tears in his eyes. “You’re hurt…”
Castiel shook his head not understanding. “Cuts and bruises, he said it was…” Dean held his hand looking into a cut on his forearm.
“Cas… I’m sorry…” he said and moved closer, but Castiel avoided his touch.
“No…” his eyes were on the small cut on his arm, such a little thing, he had millions of those across his history but this one, this little line of clogged blood had ended his human life.
Have you ever seen death in the face? I hope you haven’t because those second when you understand that you are going to die, those seconds when you wish you had things differently, when you realize this is it, when you feel your feet cold and your stomach sour and heavy. When fear and pain and despair come crashing on you… “No...” repeated Castiel, he had been careful, he had tried…
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry; I wish…” Dean openly sobbed and looked up to clean his tears.
Cas thought he’d feel sad, or frantic or angry, he never thought he’ll feel this peace, this complete acceptance of his faith. Maybe it was the same “I have a couple hours… ” Dean nodded and it made him smile. “Good…”
“I’m sorry...” Dean repeated. “I’m sorry, I failed you…”
Castiel moved to him and hugged him. “You did your best, I was reckless… and at least he’s contained for now…”
Dean sobbed and Cas did his best not to cry. “I have a couple hours…” he said with a calmed smile. “I’d like to...”
Dean nodded. “I’ll call Claire and Jodie, Donna and Chuck… ” They were the last of their friends; all the rest were strangers. “Are you okay?”
Castiel nodded smiling and swallowing his fear.
“yeah… I’ll wait here."
Dean sobbed like an orphan once he was out, he fell on his knees outside the door, first Sam and now…
All because he was weak, all because he failed.
Dean cried there not knowing Castiel could hear him from inside.
Fill to this prompt
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 this is a work in progress.
Part ONE
Part TWO
part THREE
***
***
The second run against Sam was horrible; he tortured Dean pretending to still be his brother, even if Cas knew that Sam Winchester’s soul had been burnt when Lucifer occupied the vessel.
Then sent a hoard of infected; at least a hundred, against Castiel’s group after he was forced to leave Dean’s patrol behind.
His group, his people, they fought bravely, but were vastly outnumbered, they fell one by one, leaving by the end only Castiel and Claire, when Chuck and Jodie finally got to them.
Castiel arrived to Camp with a bullet on his leg and cuts on his stomach and back. He lost so much blood he thought he was going.
Dean stood by the door with the same sad eyes he had given him every time he heard Lucifer in Sam’s body telling him that his brother was gone.
In his feverish dream he could hear angel radio again.
It was almost worth it.
***
The next Castiel remembers is Claire crying bent over him, he had never spent time with the souls of those deceased; was this what they last saw, those they loved and cared for crying? What a sad experience. “Thank you, thank you, thank you God…” she repeated over and over as she was hugging Cas on the bed. “I promise I would never again complain…”
“What happened?” he asked rising on the pillow and Claire moved ahead and kissed him in the temple.
“Nothing… nothing, I thought I’ve lost my dad again…” she sobbed loudly. “But he’s still here…”
Castiel felt his heart breaking and hugged her. “I’ll be here… for as long as I can… ”
“Thank you.” She said and snorted. “Dean was right… you’ll be with us forever.” She perked up and moved away. “I’m going to tell Jodie.”
Dean entered the infirmary. “I saw Claire laughing… it was either you feeling better or someone finding her eye liner.”Castiel tried to laugh but it hurt a lot! “You said you will be here Cas, to fill your promise…” Castiel nodded. “I’m still planning to.” Cas closed his eyes tired. “I swear that if you die in any other way I’m gonna take it personal.” Castiel snorted amused.
Castiel got out of bed in a couple weeks, and he got even more frustrated, it was like buying a second hand car with every possible problem on it, he had leakages; he was sore, he couldn’t really move fast or heal himself, and if he did, there was something else, different and not working the next second.
***
The third run against Sam was maybe the worst, Castiel had to fight his way into Lucifer’s lair in order to save Dean.
Dean did something terrible, using blood from a pure soul –please don’t ask but he didn’t murdered anyone- invoked Crowley and he brought to him the weapon to stop Lucifer.
Dean tried, even knowing he could die, but in the end he lost; Cas had to run to save him even knowing Lucifer would kill him, there was no life without Dean.
“Look at you Castiel…” Lucifer mocked. “I’m your brother in his brother’s vessel and neither of you can let go…” the archangel said with a hand around Dean’s throat. “And once he’s dead. The rest will just fall crashing down.” And they fought, only angel blades; Lucifer an Archangel in its true vessel, Castiel a broken little fallen angel; a human.
part THREE
***
***
The second run against Sam was horrible; he tortured Dean pretending to still be his brother, even if Cas knew that Sam Winchester’s soul had been burnt when Lucifer occupied the vessel.
Then sent a hoard of infected; at least a hundred, against Castiel’s group after he was forced to leave Dean’s patrol behind.
His group, his people, they fought bravely, but were vastly outnumbered, they fell one by one, leaving by the end only Castiel and Claire, when Chuck and Jodie finally got to them.
Castiel arrived to Camp with a bullet on his leg and cuts on his stomach and back. He lost so much blood he thought he was going.
Dean stood by the door with the same sad eyes he had given him every time he heard Lucifer in Sam’s body telling him that his brother was gone.
In his feverish dream he could hear angel radio again.
It was almost worth it.
***
The next Castiel remembers is Claire crying bent over him, he had never spent time with the souls of those deceased; was this what they last saw, those they loved and cared for crying? What a sad experience. “Thank you, thank you, thank you God…” she repeated over and over as she was hugging Cas on the bed. “I promise I would never again complain…”
“What happened?” he asked rising on the pillow and Claire moved ahead and kissed him in the temple.
“Nothing… nothing, I thought I’ve lost my dad again…” she sobbed loudly. “But he’s still here…”
Castiel felt his heart breaking and hugged her. “I’ll be here… for as long as I can… ”
“Thank you.” She said and snorted. “Dean was right… you’ll be with us forever.” She perked up and moved away. “I’m going to tell Jodie.”
Dean entered the infirmary. “I saw Claire laughing… it was either you feeling better or someone finding her eye liner.”Castiel tried to laugh but it hurt a lot! “You said you will be here Cas, to fill your promise…” Castiel nodded. “I’m still planning to.” Cas closed his eyes tired. “I swear that if you die in any other way I’m gonna take it personal.” Castiel snorted amused.
Castiel got out of bed in a couple weeks, and he got even more frustrated, it was like buying a second hand car with every possible problem on it, he had leakages; he was sore, he couldn’t really move fast or heal himself, and if he did, there was something else, different and not working the next second.
***
The third run against Sam was maybe the worst, Castiel had to fight his way into Lucifer’s lair in order to save Dean.
Dean did something terrible, using blood from a pure soul –please don’t ask but he didn’t murdered anyone- invoked Crowley and he brought to him the weapon to stop Lucifer.
Dean tried, even knowing he could die, but in the end he lost; Cas had to run to save him even knowing Lucifer would kill him, there was no life without Dean.
“Look at you Castiel…” Lucifer mocked. “I’m your brother in his brother’s vessel and neither of you can let go…” the archangel said with a hand around Dean’s throat. “And once he’s dead. The rest will just fall crashing down.” And they fought, only angel blades; Lucifer an Archangel in its true vessel, Castiel a broken little fallen angel; a human.
Castiel won nobody; not even Castiel himself knew how but he saved Dean leaving Lucifer hurt and unable to follow thanks to one of Kevin’s recipe for demon bombs.
On the way out they had to run from a group of infected: Claire, and Jodie were the only back up Castiel had and they did their best; Castiel covered Dean’s face as a rain of blood and guts fell over them. As they got into the camp Dean woke up, looking into Castiel’s blue eyes with surprise and relief.
Claire patched him up before moving to organize everything so they could go back with reinforcement.
Maybe; maybe this was the day; maybe they had a chance against Lucifer.
***
Their plan failed; Lucifer held Castiel by the face and raised him from the floor over the few survivors. “I’m letting you go…” he said. “As a lesson to Dean Winchester; I am the one he has to thank… I gave him back what little he has left, his surrogate brother, his make believe niece. The make believe mother…” Jodie and Claire were tossed at his feet.
“This will end when HE dares to face me and faces his death!!”
Castiel got up and poured something on the floor that Jodie had in hands; it started burning with the sigil of Michael on it, the only sigil that could contain Lucifer.
“What is this!!” he shouted but couldn’t leave the trap. “Castiel!!!” he shouted.
Cas wasn’t strong enough to destroy him, but the sigil will contain him for a while, for a little while, a couple weeks tops; enough to try to contact angels again, anyone, everyone!
On their way out Claire hugged Castiel and helped him walk. His clothes were soaked in blood from the army of infected they had to defeat to get to Sam.
“Are you hurt?” Claire was patting him trying to find his wounds.
“Is not my blood….” He said holding her.
As soon as they passed the fences of their camp were surrounded by their group, some helped Jodie, Claire was already shouting orders when Dean limped his way to them.
“Dean…” Castiel stood there; tears in his eyes out of relief and something else, he thought he’d never again see his face; he felt sore and tired.
The last Winchester hugged Claire and sent her to clean herself up and then moved to Castiel and hugged him, yet the second he pulled him away to see his face his eyes changed. Something was wrong.
“Come with me…” he ordered seeing others around them.
Castiel followed without a doubts, Cas was the only one who heard and saw Dean’s tears and heartbreak, for a while he thought Dean wanted to know about Sam.
“Dean…” Castiel started even before Dean stopped walking at the abandoned diner near his cabin. “I couldn’t really talk with him…”
Dean stopped, and sniffling a bit he said:”I don’t care... not right now” In a whisper. He turned not looking at his friend in the eyes. “Cas…” Dean was biting his bottom lip and had tears in his eyes. “You’re hurt…”
Castiel shook his head not understanding. “Cuts and bruises, he said it was…” Dean held his hand looking into a cut on his forearm.
“Cas… I’m sorry…” he said and moved closer, but Castiel avoided his touch.
“No…” his eyes were on the small cut on his arm, such a little thing, he had millions of those across his history but this one, this little line of clogged blood had ended his human life.
Have you ever seen death in the face? I hope you haven’t because those second when you understand that you are going to die, those seconds when you wish you had things differently, when you realize this is it, when you feel your feet cold and your stomach sour and heavy. When fear and pain and despair come crashing on you… “No...” repeated Castiel, he had been careful, he had tried…
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry; I wish…” Dean openly sobbed and looked up to clean his tears.
Cas thought he’d feel sad, or frantic or angry, he never thought he’ll feel this peace, this complete acceptance of his faith. Maybe it was the same “I have a couple hours… ” Dean nodded and it made him smile. “Good…”
“I’m sorry...” Dean repeated. “I’m sorry, I failed you…”
Castiel moved to him and hugged him. “You did your best, I was reckless… and at least he’s contained for now…”
Dean sobbed and Cas did his best not to cry. “I have a couple hours…” he said with a calmed smile. “I’d like to...”
Dean nodded. “I’ll call Claire and Jodie, Donna and Chuck… ” They were the last of their friends; all the rest were strangers. “Are you okay?”
Castiel nodded smiling and swallowing his fear.
“yeah… I’ll wait here."
Dean sobbed like an orphan once he was out, he fell on his knees outside the door, first Sam and now…
All because he was weak, all because he failed.
Dean cried there not knowing Castiel could hear him from inside.
Part FIVE/Finale
