Mᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴏɴᴅ (P ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ♚ ᴊᴀᴡɴ )

Plot: Castiel has fallen yet again but this time it may possibly be for good. Being human and susceptible to all human vulnerabilities and weaknesses leave Cas to fend for himself until stumbling across the Winchesters in a hunt, quite literally. It seems that the ex-angels luck has changed since Sam and Dean had just rescued him from being murdered by his once-own-kind. Now that they're altogether again, the blue eyed man has looked up to Dean for guidance, advice and help in all the mortal necessities.

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That day I had awoken expectant to a cold sweat, my clothing riding up on my body and the fabric below my weight ensnared my limbs that dangerously reminded me of my days in hell. I remembered every single, solitary detail of the place, of how wretched it smelled. The stank of blood and rotting flesh was always fresh in ones mind, that horrid stench you grow fond of over time after corruption begins to seize your mind from judgement and humanity.

I remembered the pain I endured and those around me did whenever I was forced into carrying out the arts of my mentor, Alistair who was the one that tortured my soul and taught me to do the same dark deeds to my victims. I recalled the way I had smiled as I had begin to cut away at the skin on their damaged body, skinning them alive and leaving exposed, inside muscles for me to go about my cruelty.
I remembered after the fortieth year in hell - which was equivalent to four petty months of Earth - there was this break in the atmosphere, and warmth had cloaked my body in a gentle glow - see, you think the pit would be burning with heat, but really, it was ice-cold. To this day, I shiver as though I could feel the below zero temperature - and a brilliant radiance of security and care had basked over my broken shape. I could feel this being pull me into a gentle embrace as though I would shatter at the slightest touch.
We had ascended towards the brink in the crimson void to the world above, and as we rose to another dimension I hadn't wanted to let go at first, melting into the graceful glow of this being of greatness until I had been rejoined with my physical body on Earth.

The memory sent crawling chills up my sleek-with-sweat back, closing my eyes in attempt to squint away the pain of my saviour, because that saviour in my time of need was Castiel.. He was the one who raised me Perdition, and is my best friend. In addition, he just so happened to be the one I dreamt so horridly about. I swing my legs over the side of the cheap motel bed and let my toes rest lightly above the touch of the floor, running my hands down my face until I found myself letting them roam down my body as though I had never felt it in forever.
Closing my emerald, green irises my right hand found its way over to the mark over my shoulder, the hand print that Cas had seared into my body when he lifted me from the darkness. Branding me, claiming me as his own. I dismiss the foreign emptiness I feel and remove the touch from its perch, my gaze roaming the room until towards the window where lighting flashed and I gasped at the familiar figure I saw peering in.

Pushing off the bed, I rush over eagerly but when I arrive, the form of Cas is gone. I don't know why I felt such hope for a moment, knowing that he was either dead or too ashamed to show himself to us. Sam had tried to get me to open up and talk about my emotions, but I had shrugged him off and left to take to my usual method of coping which unfortunately was, drinking. I solemnly recall the burning taste of the liquor against my throat, the way it numbed me inside out.

It had been a rough day with a case we had assumed was tied to angelic-matter but when we discovered it was this f*ck*d up monster that liquefied peoples organs, we apparently called it 'case-closed' but for some odd reason I couldn't let the facts get to my opinion. The victims eyes had been burned out of their sockets, which was what happened when an angel did their mojo on them or something.
At that exact moment, I could feel this hollow emptiness constrict my chest and I flinch at it before running a hand in a shaky-manner to my branded shoulder. What was wrong with me? The dude was probably fine, for Christ sakes. At that second, I realize just how much I had taken him for granted. Christ I couldn't even bother to ask if he wanted to stay after we finished yet another hunt.

immediately I rushed over to Sam's bedside, seeing that the nerd was drooling I began to shake him into the conscious world. I suppose he was used to my midnight terrors by now, so I was glad I didn't receive a punch to the nose like the first time I had awoken him out my fears,
"Sammy! Wake up!" He growled in warning, shrugging my hand off. No way was I letting sleep-beauty prevail, "C'mon!"

Ten minutes later we're on the road, speeding at nearly a hundred and ten when the limit was seventy. He had tried to convince to slow down, but I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling I had in my gut. A feeling that.. That Cas was in trouble..

Ooc: Good for you! You know I wrote the first post twice? I was about to post when something about my internet glitches and I loose it. I was so mad, but was determined to post before it left the presence of my mind. :/

I didn't take my time to round the sharp corner of downtown Boston, the crap-hole of a city Sammy and I had wound up in all cause of a damn case, a case I was certain wasn't solved. I jerked the wheel left and right, the screech of tire upon asphalt the only sound I primarily focused on. Even I hadn't hurt he repetitious warnings and startled shouts escalating to a concerned anger towards me, his older brother.

What was I doing? Out in the middle of a city all because of a dream where I saw Cas in trouble? Still though, as much as I tried to shake the worry, the mark on my shoulder was the memoire to urge me on, to keep me from giving into Sam's convincing voice I had long-sense droned out. After a while of continuous sharp turns and close-calls, my brothers eyes ignited with an electrical-blue hue, naming Ezekiel's presence,
"Dean.. Please try to be wise with this." I bit down a harsh reply, biting down a rough grunt of,
"Zeke! Please just... Trust me." I say, looking briefly off to my right of my possessed brother then back to the road. Sam's presence returned as blue caught my rear-view mirror, but I said nothing and drove on.

The dream had been unusually vivid where Castiel had been running from someone, a masked man with a weapon I couldn't see. I had dreamt that he had stabbed him, and that I was watching him die but I couldn't do anything because of my non-existence. I blinked away the reminder of those blue-eyes dripping away to a dull grey, to nothing but a motionless pile of human matter.

As we continued on, our surroundings grew unusually more familiar until an alley caught my eye. Bringing the car to a deafening halt, I practically tear the door off jumping out as my feet pound against the pavement to cross the street. Freezing as a very small splotch of blood caught my attention, fear began to ignite like the beginning of a wild-fire in my chest, frantically trying to mask sense of it all. I guess I hadn't realized that my cheeks were slightly red with emotion and from the cold, until Sam tailed after me and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder,
"Dean..?" My brother asked, obvious concern for me apparent in his voice. I close my eyes, shaking my head back and forth until a loud holler erupted from the back of my throat,
"CAS!"

Ooc: *Poke, poke* You okay, bro? I agree. I really want Destiel to become canon on the show, but it's been confirmed that it'll never happen. ;-;

Ooc: I know right? xD

'Dean?!' It was Cas, It was Cas! Hope sparked in my chest, the echo of my boots smacking against the rough of the pavement as I frantically scanned dark-emerald green eyes across the vastness of night. There was the sound of metal groaning and I turned around immensely slowing in response, nearly being knocked off my feet as the familiar form of a dirty trench-coated man with a rough shave, dark disheveled hair and perplexing blue eyes hurdling like a bullet into my shape.

Taking a few steps back from the attack, my hunters reaction caused me to let out a louder than necessary grunt, nearly shoving the angel off me - if he still was even one.. The thought made me slightly frown, but as I processed the shape of Castiel's sobbing form I felt my eyes soften in reply and tug him back in for a proper hug. God this was probably the most unmanly looking thing I've ever done.. I self-consciously think to myself, smiling wide like an idiot as I held Cas there until the sobbing would recede,
"Hey.. Hey.. It's okay, buddy. I'm here now, okay? There's no need for that." Though I'd never admit - being Dean Winchester and all - I could feel something warm and wet slide quickly down the length of my cheek, dripping onto the angel's(?) tan coat.

Sam had managed to finally catch up to me, wonder and amusement apparent in his smug-grin. Clearing his throat, I narrow my eyes his way a little defensively, "What?" It comes out as an over-protective snarl, and I am surprised by the power in the demand, and apparently my brother thinks the same as his hands defensively come up,
"Nothing I just.. Wow Cas.. You're alive!" A slow smile surely tugged goofily at the younger Winchesters lips though even though I'd be practically cradling the man for a while now. I knew I wasn't going to hear the end of this any time soon, but c'mon. It's Cas!

Ooc: I agree! They had so many moments it just makes me wanna screech. I believe that it exists, but Dean's character is just not willing to admit it or because the writers are being overly cautious about their decisions. Hopefully that dream sequence sees itself through. Slightly fake Destiel is better than none. But still, It makes me sad to see that through all they've been through together, neither has confessed their undying love for one another. ;-;

Ooc: I know right? xD
In the most recent episode, I was really happy in regards to what happened. I find that Cas is shippable with anyone and that I do like Sastiel, but Destiel is my OTP.
Hahaha! That made me laugh

Pushing the shorter man a considerable distance away to eye him furthermore, I passed a glare Sam's way at the smug-grin that played on my baby-brothers lips. That a$$.. As I see the tears roll down Castiel's cheeks a little bit more, I was tempted to wipe them away and say that, 'everything now was alright' and that, 'I was here'. At the mention of the thought, I slightly cringe and shake the ordeal mindlessly.

I listened thoughtfully to what Cas had to say and flashed him a concerning look. I remembered the last time poor Cas had become human, and it had hit him pretty hard. I recalled I had practically called him, 'useless' and a the memoire I flinch in disgust directed towards myself. I guess in the past I really took the angelic being for granted, but I wasn't going to do that no more. No. I let down almost every godforsaken thing I ever cared about. I couldn't loose him too. I couldn't.

Biting my lip at the emotional thoughts that mapped throughout the conscious of my name, a playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips, reassuring eyes meeting blues,
"We missed you too, Cas and don't get used to it because you've got us now, 'K?" I force him to meet my gaze, but even though I initiated the stare, I was forced to look away. It was difficult to stare into such a perplexing shade of blue without loosing yourself in their depths, "Wait, what do you mean you, 'don't think you're an angel anymore'?" I now ask a little more sarcastically. Couldn't loose my naturally Dean Winchester self, now can I?
"Well either way, we're glad you're back. Right Dean?" That little sh!t was probably trying to etch some kind of confession out of me. He hasn't let me lived that day down when I prayed to a guy who had betrayed us.

I nod mechanically, my mind and eyes wandering for anything on the streets that matched the description of Castiel's attack. I swear, if I found that little crap I was going to kill him.
I didn't realize I had my hands balled into fists and was grinding my top teeth against the bottom with bitterness. Loosening my stiff muscles, I let out a quite breath and look between my good friend and little brother.

Ooc: Well said. I agree. Apparently in the episode where Castiel nearly killed dean because of Naomi, the script originally said, 'I love you' on Deans line, but Jensen insisted that, 'He would never just come out and say it' regarding Dean's persona, so it was changed. :/ There's still hope though. I can feel it.