Twist And Shout Destiel (Not my story)

Part Four

POV: Third person omniscient (Cas)

Cas paced back and forth in his quarters. He hadn’t thought seeing Dean again would shake him so badly. He managed tens of thousands of years without him and he was completely fine. Mostly, at least. He missed him terribly at times, but he’s never felt as drained as he was now.

Because you thought he would remember you. He would go to Heaven and remember every moment you two had together. In a sense, he was still yours.

That was no longer true.

Cas had no idea what he could do. He should give up, he should let go. The Dean Winchester of this life had nothing to do with him. He pulled him out of Hell, and that should be the end of it. He’d never see him again.

But it’s not exactly that easy, is it?

Plus, he didn’t like how things were going in Heaven. They said they would use Dean. What did that mean?

“Captain.”

Cas started at the voice and ceased his pacing. “Yes?”

“It’s about Michael’s plans.” The lesser angel replied, “I have come to inform you of them.”

“Michael has plans?” Castiel scratched the back of his head. “What are they?”

“Dean Winchester is to be the vessel of Michael. The higher ranks wish to place him in your charge until the time comes.”

“…What?”

“Is there a problem, Sir?”

The other angel asked with an air of concern. Cas guessed it was probably due to the fact that he was as pale as an angel could go right now.

“Why does he have to be the vessel of Michael?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” The angel replied. “The decision was made by the ones with much more authority than me.”

“Does it have something to do with the breaking seals?”

“I suspect so. Yes.”

Cas inhaled deeply. “Thank you for the information. You may now leave.”

“Very well then… Sir.” The angel gave a slight bow and backed out of the room.

Once she was out of sight, Cas slumped his shoulders and shut his eyes tightly.

Dean, reincarnated? And now he’s somehow destined to be a vessel of a freaking archangel? Cas knew what being a vessel meant. It was horrible. It meant losing every ounce of your will and submitting entirely to another being. Some people were devout enough to pray for this, but he would not let that kind of torture happen to Dean. Never.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to share Dean with anyone else.

At that moment, an excruciating pain shot through Cas, forcing him to double over.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.

“Oh no…” Cas muttered. Some blithering idiot was trying to get a glimpse of his true form. He didn’t know the reason behind their act, but all he knew was that he couldn’t let them see what they wanted to see. His true visage will kill, or at least severely harm them. He clamped his eyes shut and focused on blocking them out.

I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle !

“God, no…” Cas muttered. “My-my name’s Castiel. Turn back. Don’t come any nearer.”

Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.

“Please…Please go back. You won’t like it. Please, I can’t-I can’t hold it any longer…”

I conjure and command you, show me your face,
I conjure and command you, show me your face,
I conjure and command you, show me your face!

Cas fell to his knees and groaned. He really couldn’t keep them out. They pushed on relentlessly, and Cas felt a stab of guilt and fear for what was about to happen if they didn’t stop soon.

I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!

Cas lost his grip and winced at the agonizing scream that followed. They saw. They saw his true form. And they… He didn’t know what happened to them. But it definitely wasn’t something good.

Cas sighed. Another human got hurt, or maybe even killed, by him and it wasn’t even necessary.

Who were they anyways? Who would be so suddenly curious about him? The only answer he could think of was-

Dean Winchester.

Could he still have traces of memory about what happened underground? But Castiel had made sure he forgot about it entirely. Or…could he be trying to figure out what pulled him from Hell?

That idea was definitely plausible. What if it was Dean who saw him just now? What happened? Was he hurt? The person definitely sounded hurt. More than hurt, actually. Killed?

Cas slumped to the ground. Oh, no. He knew he was terrible for hoping this, but he severely wished that person was anyone but Dean. He isn’t the same person anymore, that’s true, but neither is Cas. It didn’t mean Cas could stop loving him.

Plus, Dean had just been placed in his charge, according to the angel just now. He had a legitimate reason to watch over him.

Cas made up his mind.