Take Me With You ~ Destiel

Chapter 2

~This is a filler chapter... don't hate me. Also, this story will be different from the actual series in multiple ways (obviously) but don't comment that certain things occurred later on or earlier in the series. This is my own representation, putting different scenarios together.

"I have absolutely no leads on Metatron what-so-ever," Castiel had broken the silence between the three men in the 'lair'.

"Jesus Christ, Cas. Give us a warning before you pop in. Maybe send a text telling me that you'll be scaring the living shit out of me in .3 seconds," Dean rolled his eyes, closing the thick and leathery textbook in front of himself.

"I scared living shit out of you?.." he cocked his head to the side in confusion, then excused himself by gently shaking his head to interrupt the discussion, "I've decided to help you guys out with whatever it is you three do."

Kevin looked up from the soft grey, rock tablet and looked at Castiel; he squinted his eyes to see the angel better "Oh," Kevin leaned back, pointing to the tablet, "this is what I do. Every. Single. Day."

Pursing his lips, Castiel nodded solemnly, "Yes, Kevin. I understand..."

"No, you don't," Kevin glared at the angel, staring into his eyes as if he could see the man's soul.

"Excuse him, it's that time of the month," Dean stated jokingly, giving Kevin a look, "There's chocolate in the left cupboard."

Kevin rolled his eyes, then took his concentration back into translating the tablet.

"Tuesday?"

"No, Cas. Can you hand me that book by you?" Sam asked, reaching out his hand.

Castiel gently took the heavy book, examining the cover. He then handed it to Sam with a small smile.

"I don't get why you would rather spend time with us. All we do is read, read, and do some more reading," Dean rolled his eyes, obviously disliking his situation.

"Dean, if you hate this so much, why don't you just go and find something to entertain yourself with?"

"Hm," Dean pursed his lips, thinking of the idea to ditch out on his least favorite 'subject'.

"Okay," He smiled a toothy grin, getting up from the table. Dean placed his hand on Castiel's shoulder, letting it then brush down the angel's arm as he had his arm fall down to his own sides, "but you're coming with me," Dean winked at Castiel with a small, innocent smirk.

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"Dean, what is this place?" Castiel looked around the crowded building; the lighting was dim and he was over whelmed by the staggering smell of alcohol embracing the air.

"Its called a bar, Cas," Dean snickered softly, taking a gulp of his beer.

"And you find this... fun?" he examined the glass bottle in front of him without touching it. The angel slowly grabbed it, and took a small sip. As soon as the bitterness of the alcohol hit his tongue, Castiel scowled, wiping the residue off of his mouth.

"I find it relaxing."

"As my grace fades so does other senses of myself... i'm starting to be able to taste again," Castiel sighed, rubbing his own temples.

"Hey, at least you'll be able to live again before you... leave," Dean smiled softly, trying to avoid any discussion about Castiel's situation. It hurt him enough to know that as time goes by, the angel get sicker and weaker; he does not want to deal with the emotional damage of his friend dying.

"I guess."

"I'm gonna miss you," Dean looked at the other, his eyes full of angst and sorrow. He placed his hand on the angel's and smiled softly.

"Are you drunk?" Castiel cocked his head to the side, giving Dean an odd face.

"You're right, never mind," he sighed softly, looking away.

"I'll miss you too," the angel grasped onto the other's hand, giving it a squeeze.

"But you'll be-"

"Dead. I know."