Xerces (The Red Spiral sequel)

𒅒𒈔𒇫𒄆ETERNAL HONEYMOON𒅒𒈔𒇫𒄆

So are you going to return it or not?

''I...they are going to catch me!!''

So you would rather be ra-

''NO No just...please...please stop I beg you...''

Then fucking return it, you worthless piece of shit!!

''Ok...ok...''

Castiel begrudgingly gotten up from the ground, shaking a bit. He felt light-headed, as always. He looked up towards the sky. The stars looked absolutely beautiful. It reminded him of whenever the angels fell from the sky. He taken a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and hopefully calm Xerces. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. {I am in control of my body. I see the stars. I hear the wind. I smell the grass. I feel my collarbone...} He reached up and rubbed his collarbone out of habit. He sort of realised that if he didn't try to eat a little more, he would die. But he knew that he could never fully recover. He slowly but surely made his way back to the bunker. {Shit...they are back.} He thought.

Welp, that is just too damn bad. Looks like you are going to have to face the music.

Cas gulped and slowly pushed the door open. He wished that he could still teleport or be invisible. He prayed that Sam and Dean would not see him. Cas was at the top of the stairs, and he quietly and slowly looked down below him. Sam and Dean were at that table!! Castiel's heart skipped a beat and he quickly backed up toward the door and crouched down low. Unfortunately for him, the floor creaked a bit. {Shit.} He thought, squeezing his eyes shut as his heart raced.

Sam looked up from his book. ''Did you hear something?'' He asked Dean. ''No.'' Dean responded. 

Sam shrugged and went back to his book. Cas did not know what to do. He waited and waited and waited. He was good at waiting.

Eventually, hours later, and Cas was exhausted by now, Sam and Dean turned in for the night. Cas shakily stood up, his legs cramped. 

THE MORE YOU WAIT, THE MORE YOU ARE RISKING IT.

''I know...'' Cas whispered. He made his way downstairs, a step at a time, painstakingly slow. Eventually, he reached the bottom. He felt his way around in the dark, not wanting to knock over or bump into anything. Eventually, he reached his room, which was, unfortunately, right by Sam and Deans. Ezra was still at the bunker too, but he was gone most of the time, doing his own thing.

Cas slowly pushed his door open. Unfortunately, it creaked very very loudly. {Shit!!}

YOU ARE DEAD NOW.

Cas quickly slipped into the room, and slipped off his trenchcoat even faster, his back to the door. He hung it up and was about to turn around whenever he heard a gun click.

''Dont even think about it. You better not try any shit. Slowly turn around with your hands up.''

Cas felt like vomiting. Dean's voice echoed in his head. He sounded like a damn cop.

YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING RIGHT, YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD.

Cas gulped and slowly turned around. His empty blue eyes met Dean's angry green eyes. Dean did not lower his gun. ''No...there is no way...you are dead. This just cannot be. You need to leave, get the fuck out, and never come back.''

Cas just stared at Dean, slowly dropping his hands to his sides. He did not know what to say. Is that really how he felt...? Sam too? ''Dean.'' He finally said, in that familiar raspy voice that Dean had heard so many damn times. ''How can I prove to you that it is me?'' Dean lowered his gun. ''Hmm...what is my favorite dessert food?'' ''Pie,'' Cas answered quickly. Dean put his gun away and taken a small step toward Cas. ''Is it really you...? I did not mean to be so harsh I just...did not want to get my hopes up...what the hell happened to you?'' He was right up to Cas now.