World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

trust

"Right, you've had your fun and games - now leave!" Brett grew angry again and was not backing down from the fight this time. He was level with Dean, screaming in his face, and scowled stone coldly into his eyes.

"We ain't joking around here, kid," Dean fought back. "We" - insinuating his cronies - "are trying to help your friend, so zip it." That shut Brett up. Although many had been in arguments with him (mainly Liam), none had silenced Brett so quickly, which left the crowd star struck. Brett only sunk into his own skin.

"Ignoring that, what are you exactly going to do when you 'touch his soul'?" Scott said cautiously, like he didn't want to know the answer, but he really needed to.

"I don't know the exact format of the process; I can just sense what's there," Castiel said. This tipped the scales of trust for Stiles, and made him question it. Scott was quick to sense this in Stiles and held him back before he ran in blindly against the Winchesters and the Angel.

Castiel swooshed over to Liam flopped on the sofa, with his buckle flapping behind. But Dean pulled him back on his arm and said, "someone will still need to hold him down." Their eyes did not brake focus.

"I'll do it," Scott said coming out of his thoughts. "I am his Alpha, after all." He swiftly stood over Liam from behind and clamped his sweaty palms onto his frail shoulders, like a vice to a piece of wood. He shut his eyes tightly then peeled them back with his ruby gems shown hidden beneath. "You ready?"

Cass glanced to Scott and acknowledged his wishes, nodding his head subtly. He walked over to Liam again and had a final look to the crowd around him.

"Hold on," a voice called. Brett ran to Liam's side and clasped his hand around the younger's. "I'll take the pain away."

"You can what?" Dean pulled a slightly disgusted looking face as he was astonished at Brett's remark. But, due to the circumstances, he stopped himself. "Er, never mind."

Before another voice could interrupt, Cass plunged a fist into Liam's abdomen where his gashes had formed. He covered the skin over his sockets and the eyes underneath moved frantically - like he was searching in his mind.

When suddenly he was flung back and slammed against the door opposite. Scott hadn't done a good job at restraining Liam, as he thrusted forward with a mighty roar and he had kicked Castiel away - he was wide awake again.

Sam and Dean rushed the Castiel's side. "I'm fine," he said as he brushed off the brothers. "I'll heal," but was diverted as Liam was continuing to growl at everyone.

"Maybe you should quieten him down a bit, Scott." Melissa shouted to Scott over the noise.

"Yeah, I know mom!" He barked back. Scott didn't mean to sound rude, but he was more frightened what the hunters would do to Liam if he didn't calm him down, rather than the neighbours. "Liam, control it," he ordered. Liam was set more on the blood he could shed in one single blow. "Think of your anchor Liam!"

Images of Liam's anchor flashed through his mind; their soft eyes could calm a storm. His breathing soon become slower and evenly regular, with his eyes fading back to crystals and softening. "Oh god, I'm--I'm sorry, Castiel." He tried raising to his feet but gave in to the pain and crashed back down.

"It's okay, I've had to endure worse pain than that, than you could possibly imagine," Castiel said stone cold. "But the pain you are feeling is," - he paused - "different."

"Erm, what?" Stiles screwed his face up and twiddled with his fingers. To rely on the Winchesters still tickled Stiles's emotions and made his stomach churn. He really did care for Liam deep down, so he wanted what was best for them - and Beacon Hills.

"How do you mean 'different'? I don't feel different," Liam was telling the truth: it felt like any other time he had been injured - including by those of the supernatural kind.

"When I touched your soul, there was something awfully wrong about it," Castiel said. He looked confused - being baffled when he touched Liam's soul and not knowing what it means. "So, what did you say, you had a nightmare of getting these wounds, and they appeared?"

"Yeah, basically," Liam shrugged. "They didn't happen straight away though, like, what? A couple hours?" He looked around for confirmation with his acquaintances.

"Yeah," Brett was the first to support Liam, "I drove by his house and picked him up, but then he passed out in the car and I came straight here - to Scott." 

"What you thinking, Cass?" Sam had jumped to the conclusion that Castiel had a judgement himself. But he only gave a worrying look to Sam and Dean, which lead to the scarce feelings diffusing in the air.

"What? What's wrong with him?" Brett asked eagerly.

Cass ignored Brett's query and walked back in front of Liam. He began to raise his left arm with his fingers poking out. "You're not going to comatose me again, are you?" Liam tried to laugh, but was shot down as it wasn't a joke the first time round.

"No, I'm not," Castiel softly pressed his forefingers on Liam's forehead and Liam sewed his eyes shut, preparing for impact.

The red dye on Liam's shirt looked like it was being drained away and sucked back into his body. He felt fresh and revived as the blood returned to his veins. He moved quickly and pulled back his shirt to reveal nothing; no scar or trace of his injuries. All eyes peeled back in astonishment.

"I've healed your friend," he said casually as if it was a common characteristic, "and now you should leave the rest to us."

The Winchesters began to pack away their things back into the duffel bag: hand guns, fake badges, their ties rammed in on top. Sam gripped onto it and slung it half over his giant shoulder, and they made their way towards the door.

"Hold on," Scott interrupted, "you really think we're that stupid that we'll just sit here and let you solve this? And I'm not forgetting you're still wanted by the Feds."

Castiel didn't even acknowledge Scott's presence and charged out the front door without another glance back, but the brothers stayed. "We're professionals kid, and I'm not forgetting you're still a bloody werewolf either," Dean mimicked back.

"Yeah, and we can do a hell lot more than you can being wolves," Liam raised slowly from the seat and was taken back from the banging in his head. For a brief moment he wanted to crumble down again, but he powered on and stood his ground.

"You wanna bet?" Dean said.

"Liam, just leave it," Brett tried to scoop his comrade from the situation, but Dean forced against it.

"No, let him try," he said. His arm extended in front of Brett as a physical barrier. "I've been training as a hunter for over 34 years. My father would take me out shooting rather than to baseball games, because our mother was murdered by a demon." Tears began to threaten Dean's eyes, like he was a young child trying to battle his own demons. "Oh no, but if you little shits think you're tough enough for this, be my guess." He angrily ripped the bag from his brothers grasp and pushed him out the door. "But I ain't working with monsters like you. Not now: not ever."

He clamped his hand to the handle, and wouldn't let go till it sealed the wall between him and the pack. The engine from the impala then fired up and drifted away.

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ugh this is going to be the first week without teen wolf :'((((
(sorry if it's a long time period)
-emma