Angels Fall (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 10: We Meet Again

Dean lay in bed, feeling sick to his stomach. He hadn't eaten in days and had thrown up everything he ate beforehand. His face was sunken in and his eyes lost it's signature emerald color and had turned into small blobs of moss.

He heard a knock on the door and turned his head to the sound. He grumbled and sat up. He fell to the ground before he could reach the door.

"Dean? Is that you? The woman at the front desk said you were in this room."

Dean let out a muffled groan and pulled himself to his feet, using the bed for balance. Sam's bed. He took in a shaky breath and unlocked the door.

When the door opened, Dean saw Cas's blue eyes and the world around him melt away.

"Cas-" he breathed out and fell to the ground.
Cas dropped his bag and fell down to Dean on the floor. He cradled his head in his hand and looked him in his sullen eyes.

"Dean, what've you done?" He said and stepped back, inspecting Dean head-to-toe.

"Nothing-" he said and coughed, which sent a pain through his body "-I'm fine. You came." He smiled.

Cas nodded and took Dean's face in his hands. He inspected his face and looked in his eyes.
His eyes that were normally a brilliant shining emerald were now a dark mossy green. Cas sat on the ground beside Dean and pulled him close. He cradled his head to his chest and started humming Metallica. He knew how much it calmed him down.

Eventually, Dean sat up and leaned himself against the bed.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this, Cas. I'm so sorry." He coughed into his hand and put his hand on his forehead in pain.

Cas started moving over to comfort Dean, but he put his hand out. "I'm fine."

Cas moved back, obviously saddened by the turn-down, but said nothing. He just looked at Dean with a worried glint in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." Dean said.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm sick or dying."

"Dean, you look like your sick and dying." Cas stood up and held his hand out to Dean. "Let's get you on the bed, alright?"

"No, I said I'm fine."

Cas ignored Dean's protests and hefted him onto the bed. He landed awkwardly on top of him and immediately started to move away, but something stopped him.

He looked to his right to find that Dean was holding onto his arm, keeping him from moving.

"Stay." Dean said. His eyes were puffy and should've been ugly, but Cas only saw the beautiful eyes of a tortured soul that he had worked so hard to repair. So hard to fix.

Dean, you were so broken. You are so broken. He thought.

"Here?" Cas said, eyes moving to look at everything but Dean below him.

Dean turned Cas's head so that he would stare him in the eyes. "Here." He whispered and smiled a sad smile.

Dean pushed the trench coat off of his shoulders and out of his arms. He started unbuttoning his shirt, hands shaky and pale.
"Dean, what're you-" Dean put his finger over Cas's lips.

"Shh." He said and unbuttoned the last button.
The shirt flowed off his body like silk and Dean took hold of Cas's blue tie - the same blue that illuminated his vision - and pulled him down onto him.

"I love you, Castiel." He whispered into the angel's ear. "And I've wanted to do this for so long-"

BEEP! BEEP! VROOM!

Castiel bolted awake and looked frantically around the bus he was on. He rubbed the crust that surrounded his eyes and glanced outside at the dark of night. The man sitting next to him was the only other person awake.

"Man, you okay there?" He said.

He nodded. "Yeah. Fine, sorry."

"It looked like you were having a nightmare."

"I was, actually." Castiel said, still flustered.

"But you looked happy as well."

"It's complex and a long story."

"I have time." The man said, green eyes shining, reminding Cas of Dean. An ache filled him.

"Well... There's this man--and I'm in love with him--"

Dean lay in the motel room, hovering over a book. He had no idea how to heal Sam. He didn't want to call upon another Angel. He didn't know who to trust.

Cas wasn't even beside him. But he's on his way. He thought. And risking his life. Just to see you. He shook his head and slammed the book closed.

He turned off the bedside lamp and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a restless sleep.

There was a movement in the depths of the forest. Dean turned around and peered all around him. Where are you?

He heard a faint whistling from the depths of the forest. The figure that was circling him ran off towards the whistling noise. Dean breathed out a sigh and gripped his knife even harder. He crept to the edge of the trees and halted. A figure flew from above and pinned him to the ground. The wind was knocked out of him as the creature above him pushed his body to the ground again and again.

Son of a bitc-

Before Dean could even finish his thought the creature's hold on him loosened and a head tumbled onto his chest. He grimaced and threw the head off him, rolling onto his knees. He took a second to catch his breath and then looked up at the person who had saved him.
A man with a machete and a plaid shirt with another shirt thrown over it held out his hand. Dean took his hand and was on his feet in no time.

"Thanks, man." He said, still out of breath.

"No problem, buddy." He said and grinned, showing pointy teeth. Vampire.

Dean crushed into him and they tumbled to the ground. He punched the vampire in the jaw and the vampire kicked him into a tree. Dean clutched his chest regaining his breath.

"I'm just helpin' you out buddy."

"Your a vampire!" Dean yelled. "Why would you help me? I kill your kind."

"I've heard you've been lookin' for an angel."

"Yeah, so? Have you seen him?"

"I haven't but, I will help you find him." The monster started walking towards him. "If you promise to take me out of here with you."

"I don't know a way out." Dean said.

"Oh. But I do, fella, I do." He grinned.

Dean woke up, the memory of purgatory in the back of his vision. He heard a knock on the door and stumbled out of bed.

He opened the door and rubbed the crust from his eyes. "Cas?"

"Hello Dean."

Castiel's blue eyes met Dean's emerald orbs and they both smiled ear-to-ear. Dean motioned Cas in the motel room and Dean sat down on his bed.

Cas stayed standing, but Dean patted the bed beside him.

"Cmon. Sit down, Cas."

Cas looked uncomfortable and nervous, but he sat down anyway. Strange. Dean thought. Why is he so nervous?

"Dean, I've got something to tell you."

"Uh, okay, shoot." Dean said turning to face Cas.

He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together nervously. "I-I think I love you, Dean."

A/N: Man this chapter was a long time in the making. Whew! It's not very long I know and not much happens, but it's going to be better and more eventful now that Cas has professed his love to Dean and now they are all in the same state, so that's good. No more talking on the phone for now. Let me know what you thought of this chapter and if you enjoyed it please vote! Thank you for reading!