Paopufruity

Nah son, 1

no?

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Sam smiled slightly and shook his head, "I know Cas, it's okay. Dean's just..." he paused for a moment, "He's just not been himself lately." He stared at the ground solemnly. Meanwhile in the bathroom, Dean was staring at himself in the mirror and gripping at the sink, all the while scowling. "Was Castiel right? Did he really not have the power to resist Zachariah's influence? If it came down to it, would he say yes? If it meant if Sam lived or died, yes he would. He would say yes to Michael to save Sam even if it meant sacrificing himself. Whatever became of him didn't matter, Sammy always came first, it had always been that way. He had made a deal and gone to hell for him, and he would do it all again if he had to. The old Winchester way, was it not? He could feel his eyes beginning to sting again, and wiped at them furiously. No, he could keep crying, that wouldn't help him at all. It wouldn't help fill the hole in his chest. Sighing deeply, he tried to move himself from his position and make his way back to the table. He needed to keep his cool. "I'm sorry." He said simply as he scooted in the booth next to Cas. Suddenly grooves along the table became very interesting.

2 alright alright uhuh

Dean growled under his breath, why would Cas even consider the possibility that he might say yes to Michael? Did he not have any faith in him whatsoever? He tried to keep his growing anger under wraps but the more he thought about Castiel''s statement, the more annoyed he became. Dean would never say yes to Michael and those winged asshats in order to end the world, and he didn't want to think about Sam saying yes to Lucifer. However, for now he needed to stay focused on not falling into Zachariah's lap. The guy sure had a way with words that made Dean want to stab him in the gut. "Oh of course Cas, because I would say yes to Michael in a heartbeat right? Or let Zachariah control me? Is it that hard to just put a little damn trust in me? Of course there has to be some other way." Dean knew he was acting like a petulant child at this point with his sudden outburst, but this had been weighing on him ever since he had found out he was to be Michael's vessel. "I'm going to go to the restroom." he abruptly stood up before storming off to the men's room.

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Dean gave a sigh as Castiel pushed his menu away, the look on his face said it all, it was time to talk business. More specifically apocalypse business. His face fell slightly and turned hard and stern. "Okay. Let's talk." He pushed away his plate of bacon and eggs, suddenly devoid of his appetite. "Lucifer's out of the box and we have no idea what our next move is right? I mean, Cas you ditched the god-squad for us." He sighed again. Sometimes he thought to himself, what was the point of trying to save this damned world. Why did they have to be heroes for the sake of all the ungrateful bastards on this planet. But it was his job, right?

Dean sighed at Cas' statement, the driver was still honking at him from the distance, annoying him slightly. He rolled down the window and shouted profanity at the other driver, effectively shutting him up. They pulled into the parking lot of the diner and Dean shut of the ignition. "Alright time to get some bacon!" Dean exclaimed, no evidence of last night's breakdown was present in his voice. The bell atop the doorway chimed as they entered and sat themselves. Dean sitting next to Castiel and across from Sam. They all ordered their food respectively and Dean turned to Cas, "You gonna get something man?" he asked.

Dean couldn't help but laugh at Castiel's little speech on global warming, though they had much better things to do than the protection of the environment. There wouldn't be any environment to protect if they didn't stop Lucifer from roasting the earth alive. The thought alone made his body feel heavy. He attempted to drive those thoughts from his mind for the time being however. Right now, he, Sam, and Cas were going to have breakfast at the diner. He tried to console himself with those thoughts. Opening up the door for the front seat, Dean climbed in, as well as hearing Sam and Cas getting into their respective seats. Had Sam been absent, he would have let Cas ride shotgun. "Listen to her purr." Dean smirked as he started up the impala's engine and began to drive down the road to where the diner was.

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i'm confused but i'm pretty sure it's -54 now don't tell me how to live my life

After he had finished his shower, Dean had begun to put on his boots while turning on the television. To his pleasure, it seemed like Doctor Sexy MD was on. Although the show was a bit odd and undoubtedly cheesy, Dean had come to enjoy it profusely. It seemed like Cas was watching as well, a perplexed expression marring his face, it almost made Dean laugh. The angel hadn't moved for a while after he had woken up, but seemed ready to go out when necessary. It was then that Sam reemerged from the bathroom fully dressed and ready to go. "Alright let's head out." Dean motioned to the door as he picked up his keys and headed out to the impala.

Dean took the opportunity to yawn again, it seemed like Castiel was attempting to take care of him in some sorts. The thought of that made him smile internally. Thinking about it, breakfast sounded pretty good. "Now that you say... Yeah I do. There's a diner down the street a little ways. That should be good. You should come with us. I'll wake Sammy up." He reluctantly detached himself from Castiel's arms, before taking a look at the angel's placid face that held so much concern for his overall well being. Dean was grateful to Castiel for that. Standing up, he yawned once again and stretched himself out. He turned this gaze over to Sam's bed and internally chuckled, his little brother was still sleeping like a rock. At least it saved him the embarrassment of being discovered sleeping in Cas' arms. He walked over to his brother and kicked him lightly, "Rise and shine Sammy." He laughed, all traces of the previous night gone.

He was slowly coming back to reality, the dream-like landscape disappearing from his thought process, he was awakening. For a moment he expected to be hit with a massive hangover from all the drinking he had done the night before, but the pain never came, there was only the sweet blissful sound of soft breathing as he slowly opened his eyes. The dimmed lights suggested that it was still in the early hours of the morning and the absence of background noise meant that Sam was not yet awake. Though he began to become aware of himself, he was warm and comfortable for the first time in many years, he did not want to move. The question was, what was making him so warm. Shifting his eyes downward, he was surprised to see a tan trench coat in front of his face. Realization suddenly dawned on him that he was in Castiel's arms. All the events of the previous night began to come back to him. He had begun to cry in Cas' arms, before shortly falling asleep in them. The angel had then proceeded to keep all his nightmares away. Dean couldn't help but blush at their close proximity however. "Cas...?" he called out sleepily, yawning not so long after.

Dean was unused to having pleasant dreams, most dreams were either of hell, or the night that Sam had died in his arms. This time however, he was in a park by a lake, there were no other people besides himself and the atmosphere was pleasant. There was a slight breeze that tossed his hair slightly and the sun warmed his face. There was the soft chirp of birds and the light buzzing of insects that seemed to comfort him thoroughly. He attempted to revel in it as much as he could as a occasion such as this would probably not happen again for a while, but he tried to not to think of that, and pushed all thoughts of hell from his mind to enjoy this moment he was blessed with. But the solitude grew old after some time, as much as he didn't want angels poking around in his head, company from Castiel would have been nice. He tried not to complain however. He could feel Castiel's grace present within his mind, keeping the hellish memories from taking over him. He smiled softly to himself, and made a mental note to thank Cas the following morning when he saw him.

Thank you!

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At this point, Dean had dropped his act and was now acting upon what he felt. He still did not move from Castiel's arms, but instead settled into a more comfortable position upon the dingy couch with his dead against the other's chest. He could feel Castiel's soft breathing and the rise and fall of his chest, the beating of Jimmy Novak's heart that seem to teem with the grace Castiel had given to it. The grace that was Castiel. He wondered if Jimmy was still in there, watching what was happening as of now. "Thank you Cas." Dean whispered, letting his eyes begin to drift close, letting the tension slowly melt away from his body. He was sure to have a hangover and Sam would question the position that they were in, but right now Dean not seem to care, and that surprised him. He only hoped that nightmares would keep themselves at bay this night, that the presence of the very angel that saved him from the damned place, would aid in their expulsion. "I owe you one..." and those were his final words before the blackness of sleep claimed him.

Dean couldn't resist a chuckle at Castiel's words, they were just too stubborn. He inwardly felt good about the angel's change of heart, even if it had cost him his family. Castiel had become a good friend to him, and honestly at the moment, he was the only thing keeping him from falling into the black and grey pit that was where his heart used to be. Dean could never talk to anyone like he had talked to Castiel lately. Sure he was close with Sam, but he could never admit weakness to his brother when he was supposed to protect him. "Then where is he...?" Dean could not hide the broken tone in his voice, "If he's so pleased with me, and I have some kind of purpose then why did all this happen?" He shook his head, "He's not lifted a damn finger to help." For the moment, Dean had let go, and was speaking in a whisper, his voice held no real malice in it. "Cas I'm tired..." Dean changed the subject after a moment's silence, yet he made no move to release himself from Castiel's arms. He sounded like a petulant child now.

Dean shook in Castiel's arms, before wrapping his arms around him as his body began to sob softly. This was everything he tried not to be, he needed to be strong and there for everyone. He needed to be a hero. For Sammy, for the world as shit hit the fan. But yet here he was, crying in an angel's arms. Cas was trying to reassure him, by saying crying is not considered weakness, but Dean knew better. "Cas... It's not," he tried to catch his breath, "It's not your fault. None of it is. It's me, it's all me. I'm sorry, I'm so useless and I've let everyone down. Sammy, my dad, you and the whole goddamn earth. I wasn't strong enough to resist Alastair, I hurt people. I wasn't strong enough to help Sammy in time, now Lucifer is on the loose. I'm pathetic and you should forget everything to do with me. You're worth so much more than I am." Dean buried his face in Castiel's coat, he could feel the fabric, moist with his tears, under his cheek. "Just forget anything I said... I'm sorry." he mumbled.

Dean froze for a split second as Castiel's arms wrapped around him and he heard the words of comfort whispered into his. The angel's body against his was surprisingly warm and inviting despite his rather cold appearance, it surprised Dean. The part of him that wanted to chuckle and say no chick flick moments was slowly fading away and he slowly relaxed into his friends arms. He could feel his wall breaking down and his weakness showing through as he shed a tear, then a few more. "Dammit." he whispered as his voice cracked and he could feel his world crumbling around him with only Castiel as support, "Dammit Cas." he repeated over many seconds. He was supposed to be strong, not some sniveling child crying in his friends arms.

*desperate hug*

i really need a hug right now