Crazy Mind -Destiel-

24- Moth meet flame

Bobby drives through the gates of the salvage yard and Dean's already flinging his door open before the car has stopped. His heart is racing and sweat is running down his spine as he breaks into a sprint.

"Dean, wait!"

Dean can't help the tremor that vibrates down his legs as he runs towards Bobby's house. As if he can wait. Castiel can't be hurt, he'd know! He doesn't know how but he'd know. He repeats the thought non-stop praying that he's right.

He'd know, he'd know, he'd know

He bursts through Bobby's front door without hesitation. He's not afraid of someone being in the house, he'll let his grace handle them. He's more afraid of what he'll find. His mind is racing ahead of him if he found Castiel injured or worse...

The thought almost knocks the air out of him and he grabs the wall as he turns the corner to stabilize himself. If the creatures responsible are still here- Dean physically stops this time as his grace sprays outwards, the furniture around him jolting back. He knows he won't be able to control it, even after their training, impulse always wins. He won't just kill them he'll beat them to near death and then bury them alive.

He hears Bobby calling Castiel's name outside and his body remembers it's supposed to be moving. "Cas?" With every empty space that the angel isn't filling, Uriel's words get louder and louder. The angel told him it was his last warning, the cafe must have been the first, the dream the second, and now this. Is it really a warning if they try to kill him every time? The dream keeps coming back to him, his fake dad's words merging with Uriel's.

We'll find him. You can't protect him. You've had your chance and if we have to kill him to get to you, then so be it.

Dean's legs ache as he reaches the top of the stairs. "Cas?" He searches each room, silently praying he won't find the angel bleeding out on the floor in any of them. The image of burnt angel wings flash into his mind and he hesitates as he reaches for the handle to Castiel's temporary room.

He swallows and then opens the door. His hand clenches around the handle when he is greeted with an empty room. Where the hell is he? "Dammit, Cas." Dean turns around and runs back down the stairs.

When I get out of here I'll make sure you remember that. This is your last warning.

Dean stands at the bottom of the stairs, trying to think. Where else is there?

He runs through the house, bursting out of the backdoor and racing across the gravel, he trips and stumbles his way towards the salvage yard.

Pieces of car block his view and he vaults over the top of the hood of a car to reach the center of the yard and- "Cas!" Dean swallows down the panic that was choking him. "Thank fuck." He crouches over resting his hands on his knees with a gasp. "Christ Cas I thought-" It's only when he looks at Castiel properly, completely unharmed that something in his mind finally snaps, catching up and making the connection.

We'll find him. You can't protect him.

His face drops. How could he be so stupid? Dean tries to take a step forwards but his legs collapse beneath him. His hand clasps his throat trying to swallow but being choked by panic.

Sam. They're after Sam.

Castiel reaches for him but he kicks himself away, crawling across the ground to avoid the angel. Castiel promised they wouldn't find him. He retches as his stomach twists.

Did Castiel know? Has Castiel been controlling his thoughts?

The single thought stops him completely. His hands clench the dirt between his fingers to center himself before he turns around sitting on the dirt.