the language of power (Destiel)

chapter 22

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It took him a small amount of time to get used to the brightness, but when he could finally see, he saw Cas tied up in a chair, several blades coming out of his body. His blood was everywhere and his eyes were closed. His mouth was slightly open and a small stream of blood came running down his chin, dripping on the spotless white floor. Dean ran at Cas and took his head in his own hands. "Cas!? Cassie? God damn it! What have they done to you?!" Dean cried. He laid his head in the crook of Cas' neck and could hear Cas was still breathing. It wasn't much and irregularly, but he still breathed. Dean took a knife from his boots and furiously tried to cut the ropes while still crying over Cas' state. Crowley just watched Dean struggle. He actually, for the first time ever since he was a demon, felt sorry for Dean and that feeling was very uncomfortable for him. "Don't just stand there! Help me cut him loose! We have to save him!" Dean shouted in panic and the tears streaming down his face. Crowley finally came to senses and walked over to Dean. He already reached for the blades sticking out of Cas, but Dean stopped him. "If you take out the blades now, he will bleed to death. We have to get him out of here right now. Can you please find Balthasar and Sam?" Crowley nodded and walked out. His own ass was in danger too. The longer he stayed, the more chance he got on getting killed. He swallowed and walked out the door. Sam and Balthasar were still arguing in the first room they entered whether they should go left or right, so it didn't take Crowley long to catch up with them.

then the lights went out and the oh so spotless room was covered in darkness. Dean stopped cutting Cas loose and looked up to the single source of light, coming from one of the walls. Then he saw a silhouette walking towards him. He got up and pointed the knife towards the person coming. She was walking directly towards them and snapped her fingers. Another source of light appeared at the other side of the room, but no one came walking from that side. Dean growled and walked towards the woman walking up to him. "What do you want?" He asked deadly calm. She only laughed. "I don't want anything from you, I want something from your dearly beloved Cas." She said maliciously. "Well, what do you want from him?" Deans voice sounded crooked, like the voice of a man who was so broken and shattered it didn't matter to him anymore what was going to happen to him. the tears were gone and the only thing that was left was a raw voice, and empty eyes, but there was a difference. In Dean's eyes there still was something else, and that was his love for Cas. It almost made his eyes glow. Cas was the only reason not to die today, because that would mean Cas couldn't be saved. "I want to know why you guys have awoken Abigor." "We haven't." "Yeah, Cas told me something similar, but I don't believe you." "Why don't you?" Dean asked. "Because Cas is pure evil. He almost destroyed heaven and us." "He was trying to do the right thing. He didn't mean to destroy everyone, he tried to save everyone and he was used. He didn't know anything. You see, that's the thing about Cas. He tries so hard to make things right that sometimes he does it wrong. He has the purest heart of you all and you don't even see what, in the name of God, you're doing wrong." "Don't you dare using father's name against us." She hissed between her gritted teeth and took some quick steps towards Dean. Dean only smirked. "make me stop." He said challenging. And right at that moment Cas lifted up his eyelids. "Dean? Damn I can barely see you, why is it so dark in here?" Dean turned around and kneeled next to Cas. "Damn Cas! I thought I had lost you! Never do that again!" he cried and laughed at the same time. A slight smile crept up Cas' face. "I won't, but first let's get out of here." "Don't move Cas, there are still blades in your body. If I remove them, you'll bleed to death. On the other hand you're an angel, so that shouldn't be a problem." Dean said and already reaching out to the blades he got stopped by Cas. "Yeah, about that." Cas said, while having difficulties breathing, "I'm not an angel anymore. They took my grace. I'm mortal, just as you are, so lets just leave them in there, ok?" Dean's eyes widened and all the anger and frustration he had built up over the past weeks got out. Suddenly a strong wind came rolling in and blasted through the room. Dean focussed on  the woman on the other side of the room. "You made him mortal?" she only smirked. Suddenly a pair of blood red wings appeared on her back, covered with spots of poisonous green. Dean swallowed, but the anger was stronger and had taken over his body. A dim light shone from somewhere. At first Cas couldn't make out where it came from, but then he realised it came from Dean himself. his eyes grew bigger and his mouth dropped. He could make out the shape of wings forming on Dean's back. They were almost transparent, but not entirely. A blue light came shining from them and Deans eyes lit up in the same colour. He had his knife in his hand and walked towards the woman. The woman came towards him, almost running, and she attacked him. Dean just stood there, waiting for her to come at him. when she finally reached Dean, he pointed his knife at her and she came running into it. When she had reached him they stood chest to chest. The woman was still smiling as she walked back and revealed the open wound the knife had left. She didn't even bother to heal it. She just went on attacking Dean. Dean's wings became brighter and brighter with time and after a minute Cas could see every detail on his wings. They were beautiful, they were breath taking and Cas was taken aback by theirbeauty. He tried to get up and looked at the space behind the chair. He saw the burning ashes of what used to be his wings. He didn't even shed a tear for them. All he could think about was Dean getting murdered by the woman. When he looked back at Dean his lip was cracked and he had some serious wounds covering his body. The woman swung the blade at Dean and he tried to block it, but it was too powerful. The blade made a deep ad long cut over his chest and the blood came pouring out. Dean sunk to his knees and leaned onto his hands for supporting him. he breathed heavily, but the power and strength he radiated into the room weren't weakening at all. The woman smiled maliciously and when Dean looked up he saw her towering above him. she raised her hand and the blade reflected the light for a second. The other thing it reflected was an anxious looking Cas. Dean couldn't lose him, he couldn't live with the thought he could've saved him and failed. The blade came swinging down at him and less than a second later Dean felt the energy floating through his veins. He lit up like a fireball of blue light and shot his blade into the chest of the woman above him. she gulped and let go of her blade. She sunk onto her knees and looked at Dean astonished, why did this blade hurt her? Why did it feel like her soul was crushed? Why did she feel like she was dying? When she pulled out the blade she saw it was shining white light. Her eyes grew big and she knew she was lost. No, that couldn't be true. That legend couldn't be true. Cas saw it too. He watched the scene before him in awe and slowly walked up to Dean. The Blade of Purity fell onto the ground and the light dimmed. Dean fell backwards and closed his eyes. It was over. Cas was saved and it would all be alright.