Your Dark Promise

Chapter 32

Dean's p.o.v

Dean had texted Sammy and confirmed he was safe and nowhere near their father or his favorite mansion. He was pacing, and he didn't know why. He didn't care for his father and what happened to him. John never cared for him. He didn't care what happened to him. He packed him away with all of his trauma and never once checked in on him. He'd be upset over John selling him off like he was nothing important, but that had turned out not terrible for him. He tried to keep up the pretense in his mind that he wasn't close to his captor, that he didn't care for him one way or another. But a part of him knew that wasn't right, but now was not the time to think about that.

The men Cas had left behind were staring straight ahead, ignoring him like they always did. He walked to one, "Have you heard anything from him?" He asked.

The man looked between the other guards closest to him before looking Dean over, "No, nothing yet." He finally said.

Dean nodded to him, "Thanks." He felt like the man would have told him if he did. He resumed his nervous walking, flexing the fingers that were still ruined on his one hand when the front door clicked open. Dean watched as Cas limped in, his pants covered in blood on one leg. "What the hell? Why didn't you stop somewhere if you're hurt?" He said, rushing to the man and helping him to the couch.

"It's a through and through, I'm fine, really." He said, trying to slap Dean's hands away. When Dean kept trying to look at his injury, he grabbed both of his hands, making Dean look up to his face. "It's done. John Winchester is dead." He said quietly, meeting Dean's eyes.

Dean swallowed around an unexpected lump that had formed in his throat to that sentence but nodded. "Figured you wouldn't come back here unless it was." He went back to trying to pull Cas' pants down to inspect the damage, kneeled in front of the man like he had been so many times before. Cas kept fighting him until Dean took a quick breath, "Damn it, I need to help you right now!" He shouted angrily at the man. Looking at him, though, his eyes softened, "Please just let me focus on something else right now besides the fact that I was complicit in my father's murder."

Cas' hands stilled and dropped before he nodded to Dean, sitting back so he could tug off his pants. Dean pushed his boxers up to look over the gunshot wound before nodding and standing for a medical kit. He returned, grabbing alcohol wipes and cleaning it up. "I'll need to stitch it up, at least the exit wound, we can just pack the front. Cas just gave a silent nod as Dean kept moving his leg around. He successfully threaded the needle, but when he tried to pinch the skin together with his injured hand, he couldn't do it. He tried a few times as tears of both frustration and a touch of despair clouded his eyes. On the third try, Cas' hand gently came down touching his.

"I'll hold it closed, you stitch, okay?" He said softly as if he were talking to a wounded animal, which Dean figures right now he is.

Dean just nodded, and Cas gritted his teeth as he pinched the skin together, Dean taking a steadying breath before making the first stitch. After a few moments and Cas cutting the thread, he was done, packing the front wound and securing it with a bandage. He sat back on his knees, staring through Cas, feeling numb.

Cas stood, holding out an arm to Dean. Dean quickly stood too and put the arm around his shoulders, helping Cas up the stairs slowly before going down the short hallway to his room. Once inside, Dean deposited him on the side of the bed as he went to the bathroom first, then Cas' closet. He brought in a bowl of water along with a pair of loose sweats. Dean carefully stripped Cas of his clothing, tossing it to the floor as he dipped a cloth in the water and with the most gentle hands he could conjure, cleaned the blood and grime from his body. After he helped him step into the sweats before getting them both situated under the covers. Once settled, Dean turned to Cas, wrapping his arms around him, positioning his head in the crook of his fathers killer's neck, and wept.

Castiel's p.o.v

Cas, for once, didn't feel awkward or weird in this situation they found themselves in. He reached his arms around Dean, pulling him closer to him and rubbing at his back and hair, "Shh, puppy. It'll be okay." He said in a soft voice.

Dean nodded into his chest but pulled at him tighter as his tears continued to fall. "Uhm, it's just weird, ya know? I know tomorrow I'll wake up feeling indifferent again. It's just.. there's something in me that hurts, Sammy and I are truly alone now, not a parent left to care about us." He sniffed, "Not like the bastard ever did care, but still."

Cas continued running his hand through his hair, "I know, puppy." He said softly again, Dean giving him another tight squeeze to the nickname. "Sam is safe, though, and soon everyone who hurt you will be gone. And you'll still be here, living life." Cas could feel Dean's wet eyelashes flutter against his neck as he kept blinking away tears.

Cas just kept holding him, giving him encouraging words occasionally, but mainly, he was just trying to be there for the man. Cas had an extensive family, a handful of brothers and sister, and his dad. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to only have one family member left. He'd have to tell Benny to find Sam and relocate him to a safe house until they could fully carry the plan out. But he felt bad for the man in his arms, felt the loneliness almost crushing down on him.

Without thinking it through, Cas  brought a thumb to Dean's chin, bringing his lips to him on a brush of a kiss. His lips only grazing over Dean's for a moment. "I'll be here through it all. I promise."

Dean just nodded, pushing his mouth more firmly into his, Cas opening his mouth for him, feeling Dean's tentative tongue prodding at his. They kissed for a while like this, not taking it further but not stopping. At least, until a knock on the door interrupted them. "What?" Cas said, barely pulling his lips away from Dean's. Benny was standing in the door. Besides having a few blood spatters on him, he seemed mostly unaffected from the shootout they'd just had, as if he hadn't even been there.

"Sorry, Cas. But the staff have been sent on their way with some hush money. And we rounded up all the hired men on the property and disposed of them.everythings taken care of." Benny said, looking them over as he spoke.

Cas nodded, and Benny left. He turned back to Dean, "Tomorrow police will find the scene, investigate for a little bit until we tell them to back off, and then you and Samuel can remove what you want from the house. I think it would be best for your brother to lay low in one of my safe houses, at least for a little while. "

Dean just nodded in his arms, settling into Cas' body more. Cas wrapped one arm around him as he texted Benny this plan, too. He set his phone down and wrapped his other arm around Dean. His breathing was evening out, and he was getting heavy in his arms as he fell asleep, Cas not far behind him.