Castiel's Story

part 4

A/N: Oh my god I seriously haven't realized that it's been over a month since I've updated this in over a month. Seriously, guys, if that ever happens again without me saying that the story is on delay feel free to (nicely) yell at me.

Anyways, sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the other's. It's got a little fluff, a little angst, a lot of destiel ;) Sorry, it's my weakness.

I should be posting chapter updates sooner because now I actually know where I want to go with this story.

ok, sorry for the wait, here's chapter 4

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“They brought the Demon back?”

“I was just as shocked as you are.”

“That was certainly a plot twist.”

“Are you writing this down?”

“….no. Seriously I’m not- don’t roll your eyes at me Castiel.”

“Apologizes. Anyway, you seem keen to know the rest of the story, so after I found Crowley in the library…”

Chapter 4

“Don’t call me that.” I hiss at Crowley, who almost looks ashamed at himself.

“Sorry, figures that would be a sensitive subject.” He shrugs, then turns back to the tablet which he is studying alongside Kevin. I glare at Sam and Dean, who just shrug in response.

“I don’t understand why you two of all people would bring Crowley into the bunker. It is not safe with a demon here.” I lecture, and Dean has the audacity to roll his eyes at me.

“Chill Cas, you think we would just let him waltz right in here?” He asks incredulously. “I’m with you, I don’t want him in here either, but right before he passed out Sam insisted.” I turn my glare to Sam, who held up his hands in defense.

“Abbadon almost killed him while you and Dean were getting the cupids bow. I managed to torch her vessel, but it wouldn’t be long until she would be back, and she’s out to get Crowley. Who knows what kind of information she could get out of him.” Sam explained.

“Hey Gigantor! I was the king of hell, I can handle a little torture.” Crowley yelled in his defense, not bothering to turn around.

“What do you mean was the king of hell?” I ask.

“Well, it means I’m not anymore, dumbass.” Crowley snapped.

“Crowley is mostly human now. Sam was only one more vial away from curing him.” Dean supplied. 

“I’m still treated like a demon though. Give me a chance, I can prove myself to you.” Crowley pleaded, turning his back on the tablet. That’s when I noticed that he still had handcuffs on his hands that were inscribed with demonic symbols.

“You’re lucky that you are even up here at all instead of one of our dungeons.” Dean growled.  

“The way that you’re treating me I might as well be in there.” Crowley muttered, turning his back on the rest of us. 

“Just help Kevin translate the damn tablet.” Dean ordered before storming out of the library.

“Aye aye captain.” Crowley called sarcastically. An uncomfortable silence fell on the room, and I slipped out and went to go look for Dean. I found him pacing in front of the table in the middle of the war room, muttering to himself.

“Dean, are you… okay?” I ask, unsure of how to provide comfort.

“Trust me when I say that I don’t want Crowley here as much as you do.” Dean snapped, not slowing down his pacing. “Sam says that he’s changed, but there is still some demon left in him, and even though it’s a little bit, I trust the guy as far as I could throw him.” I tilted my head in confusion. “It’s a human proverb. Means I don’t trust him.” Dean rolled his eyes at me, and I looked down in embarrassment.