Castiel sat on the edge of the couch and looked down at Dean. "What the hell is going on with you Dean?" The hunter looked up confused, so Cas continued. "Every time I see you, you're standing in front of a speeding car or under a falling tree. Now, I do not flaunt my ability to read human motivation or understand the unique psychology of your species, but do you really want to kill yourself?"
"Don't you think if I wanted to kill myself, I'd find a better way to go? Like fighting vamps or tracking down a pack of wendigoes or something? Not throwing out my shoulders and then standing under a tree like an idiotic sissy?"
Castiel just stared at him.
"No, Cas, I don't have a death wish, ok?" Dean said impatiently. But the angel still looked worried - and unconvinced.
Dean seemed flustered. "Ok, yes, I know I've lost just about everything... and it'd be an overstatement to say I had even any hope left... but if you think you're going to find someone who lays down and just gives up, go check in on some loser living in his parent's basement instead, because that's not me," Dean confessed. "I've been dead before. I found it didn't suit me well. This life might suck, but I'd take it over Hell, regardless of what I said that first day. And I'm not sure I even want to know about Heaven right now," he added. "They wouldn't take me anyways."
"They would if I had a say," Cas mumbled quietly.
Dean barely heard him. He was a little surprised by the comment. "Well do you have a say?"
"No."
"Well thanks for the help anyways." Dean rolled his eyes. "But seriously, what's happening to me?" he asked.
"I don't know." Castiel and Dean both looked concerned. "But we'll figure it out," the angel assured. "What were you doing last night at that bar?" he said, seeming to change the subject.
"Uhhh," Dean stuttered, recalling his night at the bar.
"There was a huge commotion. The lights all went out and everyone left. They deserted the whole area." Cas filled him in. "It was like there was a force keeping them away. And I felt something there too, something powerful. What happened?" Castiel asked again.
"Well, there was this lady..." Deans started.
"Describe her," Cas commanded.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Well if you have to know the details..." He thought for a minute. "She was tall, light-skinned, wearing a purple dress. She had dark brown hair, purple lipstick, silver high heels..." Dean's eyes glossed over as he named these things. He started to smile like he was remembering a pleasant dream.
"Dean!" Castiel snapped him out of it. The angel was looking even more worried now. "You didn't..." he said unbelievably, his eyes widening.
Dean just nodded slowly.
"Good god, Dean." Cas sighed. "Perhaps once, you could just keep your hands to yourself?"
Dean became defensive. "What? What does that matter?"
"She was the goddess of fidelity, Dean."
"The goddess of... what?" Dean's shock faded quickly as he realized the possible implications. "And...?" the hunter prompted nervously.
"And she reads people. She knows their desires, their wants, their needs. But she also knows one thing about them that she relentlessly holds them to," Castiel spoke these words reverently, then added quietly, "on pain of death."
"Which is...?" Dean prompted again, feeling that this conversation was going nowhere fast.
"Your true love," said Castiel simply.
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The Year of Redemption
FanfictionThis is the story of what really happened during that year after the apocalypse. Dean thought he had spent it with Lisa and Ben. Sammy thought he had spent it with Lisa and Ben. Even Lisa and Ben thought he had spent it with them. But they were all...