Guest Author: I’m the One Who Gripped You Tight
Hey people! It’s been a minute since I’ve visited. For those who don’t know me (which wouldn’t be too shocking lol), my name’s Dayna and im a friend of Lace. Which reminds me, shoutout to mah girl!!!!!!!!!! She’s awesome sauce mixed with amazeballs. Anyway, yeah, this kinda popped in my head when i was scrollin thru pinterest. It doesn’t have to be the romantical destiel if you dont want it to be, but i aint saying it couldn’t be. I do wanna thank you people for your enthusiasm for me doing another writing. You guys are great...now, to the writing.
Looked over by Lacie
Dean huffed as he closed the motel door. Glancing around, he noticed Sam was still out chasing his own lead. The elder Winchester rolled his shoulders before sitting on the edge of his bed. He let himself fall back into the blankets.
The sound of fluttering wings caused him to peek an eye open. Sure enough, Cas reappeared holding his angel blade. Dean closed his eyes again.
“Everything alright?”
Cas nodded, paused, and then spoke, “Yeah. I figured I’d try and ask some demons.”
“I’m guessing they weren’t exactly forthcoming,” Dean murmured sarcastically.
Cas groaned in agreement. The demons, per usual, were too cocky to give anything up. The pair simultaneously hoped Sam was doing better with his lead. After all, Sammy had a knack for finding another rock to look under.
Realized Cas hadn’t said anything in awhile, Dean opened his eyes again, sitting up. Cas was staring in the direction of the blinds. He appeared morose and lost. This dark expression wasn’t knew to Dean. In fact, the hunter could recall several occasions where the angel had thought no one was looking and allowed himself to feel...something he didn’t enjoy doing.
Dean glanced at the ground, contemplating. He flicked his gaze back to see it hadn’t changed. With that, the man pulled himself off the bed and started walking toward the fridge. He gave Cas a solid pat on his back.
“Alright, sit down.”
Cas knit his brows. “What? Why?”
Dean half smirked. “We’re gonna have a beer.”
“But Dean, I don’t get-”
“Dude.”
Cas swallowed before nodding. In a way, the angel realized what Dean was trying to do. He doubted that he understood just how difficult this could get. Regardless, he knew Dean wouldn’t leave it alone. At least, not since he brought it up. So, he obliged and sat across from Dean at the little kitchen table.
“Here.”
Cas took the open bottle. He watched the condensation drip from the neck of the bottle and down until it cooled his thumb. He kept his gaze low. Dean took a swig before focusing entirely on the angel.
“Alright, what’s going on in that freaky angel head of yours?”
“I...I don’t think you’ll want to know...”
“Why not? Listen, Cas, we’re family. And part of being family is talking about the crap we don’t wanna talk about. So, spit it out.”
Cas made slow eye contact with him. He sighed. “I keep thinking about when I...when I pulled you from Hell...”
“Oh,” was Dean’s quiet reply. Hell was not a pleasant memory, but Cas needed to talk. “What about it?”
Cas’s eyes flicked toward Dean’s covered shoulder. The hunter caught the quick movement with ease. The lightbulb when off in his head.
Cas had to fight through Hell. He held Dean so tightly that he left a mark on his shoulder, a handprint. That handprint signified and reminded Cas off all the battling and struggles he had to get through both in to Hell and leaving Hell.
If he were being honest with himself, Dean hadn’t really thought about that before. The pair had only talked about why the hunter was topside, not how or what were the consequences, just who. The Winchester twirled the bottle in his hand. Cas had moved to staring at the table again. He had yet to sip the bottle.
“You know I remember everything from...there,” Dean whispered.
Cas nodded.
“What do you remember?”
“Dean-”
“No, I’m serious. What happened? What kept you from dropping me?”
Cas met Dean’s gaze with slight shock. “Dean. You know what I was like back then, how I was blindly obedient. All I knew was that you had to be alive.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah sure, orders are orders.” he paused, “Look, sometimes I took orders from my dad and followed through because they were orders. Other times, I had the extra incentive of it involving Sam’s well being.”
“Your point?”
“It was never ‘just an order’,” he finished, “Now tell me, what happened?”
Cas frowned as he finally understood what Dean was trying to get at. He knew what happened; he had all the memories of Hell. He just wanted Cas to talk about, to start healing. The angel took a deep breath that involved moving his shoulder. Dean settled into his chair, patient.
“Well, getting into Hell was a lot easier. Only low level demons were sent after me since no one knew what I was doing. But, then I reached where you were. I knew I had to get you out, so I swung around and wrapped my arms around you. I told you my name. Then I,” he swallowed, knowing he was going to get the worst of it, “I’m the one who gripped you tight and started back upwards...”
Dean listened as Cas spoke of what happened to him that day. In Hell’s time, it was much longer. Topside, it was about three days. Hell time, it was over a year. For some reason, Dean couldn’t remember being rescued, but hearing Cas tell of it, he realized the angel had made sure he didn’t remember the horrors of flying up. Story after story, tale after tale, Dean realized just how colossal it was that Cas had done this successfully...and he lated repeated it with Sam.
Cas was right before, Dean hadn’t shown him enough respect. Now, he would never forget that.
Lacie: Awww! Yay Day! Okay, so I hope you beauties enjoyed it. I will be putting on the appropriate tags so you lovelies still get a notification. xxx
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