Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 21

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We walked through the foyer of the high building Cas insisted we go to. Claire planted her feet into the floor and wouldn't budge.

"Claire, stop," I shook my head, pulling her arm. 

"You're hurting me!" she scolded, tugging back. "Look, I can clean up on my own, we don't need to go to some rehab center, okay? Come one, please." she begged, tears still streaming down her face. 

"I will drag you in there kicking and screaming if I have to," I said quietly. 

The whole place smelled like lavender air freshener. It was highly unpleasant, along with the striking bareness of the walls and, well, everything else in the lobby. I couldn't imagine someone as warm, sweet and cuddley as Castiel working in such a cold, hard place. 

Although that description was hardly accurate, because the building was so warm that the minute we stepped in from the freezing weather outside, I felt thawed. Probably so people could sweat out their addictions. 

"Come on, Dean, please don't," she pleaded, pulling my arm to get me to leave, back to the car. Back to a sobbing, shaking Charlie in the back seat. 

I sighed, making the split decision to put an arm around her waist and pick her up so her back was against my chest. "I will not make the same mistake with you that I did with Sammy," I shook my head. "I won't."

"I'm not Sammy," she said, starting to pant and scratch at my arm. "Dean, please, no," her voice grew higher and higher. "No, no, Dean, don't make me," she squirmed to get out of my grasp and I just let out a deep breath, barely affected. "Dean-"

"Claire," Cas said upon seeing us, his 'doctor' smile wavering only slightly seeing the state she was in. 

"Dean, please, no!" 

"She's a bit of a kicker," I explained. Cas set his hand on her arm and she stopped, looking him in the eye, continuing to breath heavily. 

"Claire," he said quieter, frowning now. He shook his head. "Don't do this," he whispered. 

Although the whole layout of the ground floor looked tranquil and peaceful, there were faint noises of sobs, screams, some pounding. Claire seemed like the least problematic of the other patients here. 

"Don't make me do this, Castiel," she said back, grabbing his hand. In his left was a clipboard and a pen hanging off of it on a piece of yarn. 

It was weird to see him in his work environment, especially in his usual suit, minus the overcoat. "Claire," he said one more time, giving her a firm look. I loosened my grip around her middle so her feet were touching the floor. "You can do this okay?" he nodded. "You're only here a few days and Dean and Charlie can visit every single day," he assured. "And I'll be here 24/7 in case you need me."

Her whole body softened, and I was nervous for a moment that she might pass out, but she didn't, she stood there, stable. "I'm scared," she whispered. 

His hand moved to her hair, to tuck it behind her hair. "I know. It'll be okay, I promise," he assured. She stepped forward hesitantly into his arms, and I stood frozen for a moment. I'd never seen either of them act like this, and it was strange to see Claire so soft and vulnerable and see Cas act so fatherly. It was kinda hot.