Your Dark Promise

Chapter 38

Castiel's p.o.v

Cas blinked awake the next morning, finding himself still mostly on top of Dean, their legs tangled up together. Cas moved up and down with each breath Dean took. He pressed his ear to Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat, wondering if the drug he'd given him twice had permanently messed up its rhythm. But his heart beat slow and steady, relaxed, and the doctors at the hospital made no mention of any heart irregularities when Dean was there. He was fine. But Cas wondered if he really was fine, wondered if Dean liking him was some kind of psychological mind fuckery, whatever it's called when people fall in love with their kidnappers.

The more his mind and body woke the more Cas came to realize he wasn't okay, he was sore all over and had a deep seated feeling of shame in his gut. He asked Jacob to fuck him. He pushed his hips back into every thrust of his, he wanted the man to make him orgasm. He squeezed his eyes shut to this, feeling guilty, feeling like he betrayed Dean in some way. He knew it wasn't logical and it wasn't right, his body wasn't his own, but he had agreed in sound mind to meet with Jacob, and to have that meeting alone. He was at fault. For everything.

He looked to Dean's scarred hand, resting on his chest near Cas' head. He flipped the hand over gently, running his fingers over the scarred line slashing through every finger. This was his fault too. If Dean couldn't hold a gun, or a knife, or anything to take down Eldon, he'd resent Cas. Come to hate him for taking that chance from him. Really Dean should hate him for a lot of things, but somehow he didn't, again making Cas consider Dean was all messed up in his mind.

Dean started to stir, no doubt to Cas touching his weaker hand. Cas looked up to him as Dean blinked his eyes open, and stretched out his back the best he could with Cas on top of him. Cas went to move, but Dean just hooked his arm around him pulling him back down to him. Cas just looked up at him, "I'm sore and I want to get up." He said quietly.

Dean, ever being the gentleman, released him to that statement but kept an eye on him. "How can I help?" He asked as Cas stood, limping for the bathroom.

"I'm fine, Dean." He said before closing the door. He pulled off his shirt, looking himself over in the bathroom mirror. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he pushed them back and decided to choose anger over despair. The moment Dean could hold a gun steady, they'd make their move, and they would rid the world of those awful people.

There was a knock on the door, "Cas?" Dean asked from the other side.

Cas quickly tossed on his shirt again. "I'm fine, Dean. I just need a moment."

"Alright, but Benny says there's something you need to see. Said it's urgent." Dean said, worry in his voice.

Cas cursed, quickly relieved himself, and flushed the toilet, opening the door to Dean with his pajamas and bedhead, with a stone faced Benny beside him holding a tablet. Cas glanced to his hands before pushing past them to limp back to the bed. "What is it now?" He said, lowering himself on to the mattress with his back propped up against the headboard.

Benny handed him the tablet, a news segment paused on the screen. He pushed play, and his eyes widened as he listened to the news anchor, "Long time pharmaceutical genius, philanthropist, and patriarch to the famous Styne Pharmacies Inc. Monroe Styne has passed away. A statement published by the family states that Monroe has been quietly suffering from illness for some past months now and that this loss has heavily impacted both family members and pharmaceutical workers alike. They ask for privacy in their time of grief."

Cas paused the video, looking up to Benny, "Since when has Monroe been sick? Jacob is such a daddy's boy. There's no way he would even be out in public if his father were dying in some hospital." He said in disbelief, handing the tablet back to Benny.

"Well, I've been looking into it all morning, reaching out to old contacts that work their pharmacies. No one knew he was sick. There's no hospital records anywhere. But a little more digging, and I found out a private physician was hired a month ago, a bunch of hospital equipment delivered to the main house too." Benny said everything as if he were reading off of a report.

"We need to find that physician." Cas said, biting at his lip before he cringed, the split in it from Jacob biting him busting open. Dean grabbed a tissue and sat next to him, holding it out to him. Cas just took it and dabbed at his lip while still looking at Benny.

"Already on it. I expect him here by the end of the day, once our men find him and invite him over." Benny said, watching Cas pull away from Dean.

Cas stood walking for his closet, "Good. I'll get on the phone with my family and our contacts. See if anyone knows anything."

Benny nods and leaves the room. Cas quickly stripped of his clothes, shrugging on a dress shirt and pants and a suit jacket, tying his tie around his neck as he headed for the bathroom. He ran his hands under the sink water, wetting them enough to tame his hair at least a little. He needed a shave but decided against it as he brushed his teeth, Dean appearing in the door and watching him, "What are you doing?" He asked of him.

Cas finished his task before turning to the man, "This changes a lot of things. I need to work now." He said as he adjusted his watch on his wrist. A quick look in the mirror showed that besides his split lip and bruising and marks on this throat and neck, everything else was covered.

"After yesterday, you need to -" Dean started, but Cas interrupted him.

"I need to move on. Move forward. This is me doing that." He said as he stepped around the man. He knew he was pushing him away, but Jacob had fucked with his head so much he was now doubting everything Dean had said to him last night. He didn't like him, didn't want to be with him. Cas just messed him up and made him think that way. "Why dont you go see your brother? Yesterday was hardly a reunion, I'll have the guards drive you there, station some extra protection until we figure this Monroe business out. You can stay the night there." Cas said never stopping moving as he located his cell phone from the bedside table and walked for the door.

Dean caught up to him tugging on his arm, "I'm not some object to be passed around Cas. I'm not leaving here. Not right now. Let me help. Relax, work from home with me."

Cas looked him over, his chest tightening when Dean referred to this as his home. "I'm not asking you Dean, I'm telling you. Go be with Sam. I need you there for now. Not here."

Dean just released his arm rolling his eyes and bringing his hands to his face, aggressively rubbing his hands over it. "So we're just taking like twelve steps back here? After everything I said last night, you just can't accept that I like you? That you like me? That we should be together? Not just in this revenge plot, but actually together?"

Cas just stared at him, his chest hurting, "I just think you need some time away from me. Take a step back from all of this to figure your feelings out. You don't know what you want. Not after being held prisoner here for so long."

Dean just breathed out in frustration before straightening his back. "Fine. I'll go. I'll stay a week with my brother. And you better keep me updated on everything going on, I deserve to take them down just as much as you do." He stepped up to Cas, crowding over him and staring down at him, "And when I get back and I still want you, you will stop running from this. Stop pushing me away." He leaned into him more pressing a kiss to Cas' mouth before he turned for the bathroom himself and shutting the door behind him.