askevilcas:

askdeanwin:

“I am here…”, he whispered as soon as he heard the rough whispering of his husband, running his clean fingers softly trough the man’s hair.

“I am here, Cas..”; he mumbled once again and placed his lips on his forehead, leaned down and tried to hug him. He would not let go…Not now and not later!
Slowly he stood up, grabbed Cas and carried him over to their bed, where he slowly laid the man down on it. “Everything will be alright…”, he promised him and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding the angel’s hand tightly in his own, placing over and over a few kisses on it.

“Where were you…This time?”

Castiel opened his eyes briefly, but shut them again abruptly when the light stung his retina’s viciously. During the hug, he tried to return it as good as possible, but he was too weak, too drained from his travels and so he let his husband hold him like a lifeless rag doll. Not even when Dean hauled him over to the bedroom did he put up a protest, too grateful to be able to rest in a matter of minutes.

The soft kisses worried him, because he hadn’t meant to cause Dean such unease, and slowly Castiel blinked open his eyes, lashes fluttering as he adjusted to the light -something that had never caused a problem before.

“1983, 1986, 1990, 1998,” he replied honestly, a soft suffering sigh following soon after, because he would no doubt receive a preach for using his already wavering powers so recklessly.

Dean kept sitting next to the other one and watched him, tried to figure out, what he was doing to himself and how he could stop him… He could ask Iana to watch out for him - But he did not want her to watch out for her father - That was not how things worked..

Maybe, yeah, the Winchester family never had been normal, but this Angel-Winchester family…It was normal…Until now it had been.

“What did you do there?”, he asked with a soft voice and kept stroking trough his hair. He could understand it, if the other one was not able to speak right now, but he had to know what Castiel was doing to be able to stop him the next time…

askevilcas:

askdeanwin:

Dean had been driving back home after he had left the girls at a friends place to make sure they got some free time, too.
It was hard… But Dean did not want to give up. He did not want to watch his husband dry out like this… Turn into someone, he was not..

When he opened the door, and stepped in, putting his jacket of, he looked around in their home, tried to find Castiel. Of course it was nothing knew that the angel just run or fly away when he wasn’t around, so it had been now..

Sighing the Winchester run a hand trough his hair, sat on the couch and waited. Waited and hoped, that Castiel would find his way back home…

And he did.

After a while - A way to long while - The Angel appeared again but he just fell down. Quickly Dean walked over to him ad realizes that he had fall in consciousness. The blood on his face made him frown deep.

Where had this idiot been this time!? “Castiel..”, he whispered softly and placed the angel’s head on his lap, stroked the blood away and wiped it away with his own shirt’s selves, biting down on his lower lip and swallowing down the tears.

“Cas….Please open your eyes…”

Castiel drifted deeper and deeper, darkness only broken by the occasional flash of Dean -in various shapes and ages- battling the nothingness and enforcing the surges of light that demanded him to wake up, despite the difficulty of such a thing.

Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a familiar voice -a missed voice- and he followed it blindly, stumbling back to consciousness. His eyes squeezed tighter shut as a headache formed and he whispered roughly, uncertain, “Dean?”

“I am here…”, he whispered as soon as he heard the roughly whispering of his husband, running his clean finger softly trough the man’s hair.

“I am here, Cas..”; he mumbled once again and placed his lips on his forehad, leaned down and tried to hug him. He would not let go…Not now and not later!
Slowly he stood up, grabbed Cas and cryied him over to their bed, where he slowly laid the man down on it. “Everything will be alright…”, hepromised him and sit down on the edge of the bed, holdng the angel’s hand tightly in his own, placing over and over a few kisses on it.

“Where were you…This time?”

askevilcas submitted:

In the absence of his husband, Castiel decided to find out more about the man. Of course, he had already visited a young Dean Winchester on multiple accounts, but never with such an intent, because truth be told, Castiel was lonely and if the only thing he could have was the memory of his lover, then he would take it.

Travelling back to the year 1983, he stood next to the bed of a four year old child in a seemingly average bedroom somewhere in Lawrence, Kansas. Castiel’s brow was furrowed as he looked down at the boy, soundly asleep in his bed. It would be only a couple of minutes before calamity struck and the young boy would be on the path that set him on where he is now, the trigger to a life that inadvertably led him into Castiel’s arms.

A scream tore through the house and he moved as the boy stirred, bound to awake. He took refuge underneath a thick tree, letting the branches and long leaves of the weeping willow hide him from view as his heart bled for the tragedy unfolding.

On Castiel’s next stop, he’s once again concealed by the trees, watching the young warrior spend a carefree day with Bobby. And if he didn’t know any better, knew the life that young boy really had, he would have smiled at the lovely scene in front of him.

Feeling his Grace protest at the multiple trips in such a short span of time, he wipes his lips unsuspectingly, grimacing when they color red with the blood trickling from his nose. He refuses to acknowledge the warning his body gives him and strays over to the school he knows Sam to be attending this year; 1990.

There is a sustitute teacher starting a new job and he puts the man to sleep, taking possession of his papers to infiltrate the school grounds. He doesn’t know why, but the constant distance aches, even if this boy doesn’t know who he is.

Regretfully, after four hours of teaching various children the way the American government works, he yet has to see Dean Winchester. During recess, however, he spots the boy, hiding out in the shadows, eyes constantly on his brother as he draws curious pupils closer by showing no interest in them whatsoever. Children are strange. Humans are strange. Besides that though, Castiel is once again remembered of the unbreakable bond between brothers.

His last stop however was one Castiel would give anything not to have to see. Dean was entertaining a girl, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy panties that obviously belonged to the female rather than him. It wasn’t quite the sight that troubled Castiel, but the growling, roaring, wild, savage sexual relations that followed. Once again, blood poured in a more steady stream from his nose, not stopping this time around as he watched and committed everything to memory -not that he could forget if he wanted to.

When Castiel returned home, he was reduced to nothing but a wreck, slumping down against the wall, spitting blood and closing his eyes as the various faces of his husband played behind his closed eyelids.

At least, now he didn’t feel so alone anymore, he thought, before he lost consciousness on the floor.

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