Broken Wings [Destiel]

Three

"Well, this is cozy."

Dean threw his bag down on one of the many squeaking beds in the barracks. He smirked at Cas, who was standing at the bed next to Dean's, staring in wonder at the long, open building filled with other guys like him. "You alright there, Novak?"

"Yep, fine." In reality, Cas was overwhelmed. He was used to sleeping on a couch, alone, in a little room. Now here he was, sharing a huge (could you even call it a room?) with several people. Cas turned, looking at his friend. "Dean, I-"

"ATTEN-TION!"

Cas groaned, running to stand by his bed, hands by his sides, stock still like the rest of the guys. Cas started to sweat. A man with black hair and dark eyes entered, his steps echoing in the silent wooden building. He was slightly shorter than Cas, but only by an inch or two. His mouth was twisted in the form of disgust, and his eyebrows were dark and angry. He didn't speak at all as he walked up the aisle in the center of the building, looking each man up and down. His gaze fell on Cas.

His mouth became a smirk as he walked slowly over to where Cas was standing, his boots thumping rhythmically.

"Why are you sweating, Private Baby Face?" The man spoke in a British accent, his voice dangerously low.

Cas tilted his head a little. "Sergeant?"

"What is your name?"

"Um, Castiel Novak, Sergeant."

"Baby Face?"

"Novak, Serg-"

"Private Baby Face thinks it's all right to call me Sergeant!" The man suddenly bellowed, stepping away from Cas. "You will call me Sergeant Crowley or Sir." He spun back to Cas. "Now, what is your name?"

"Baby Face, SIR!" He yelled, as loud as he could. Crowley smirked at him. "Very good."

Without walking away or breaking eye contact with Cas, he pointed to a guy across the room. "You, chuckles! Do you think this is a game?"

The guy wiped his smile off his face as Crowley turned and walked over to him, standing in his face. "Name?" He growled.

"G-Gabriel, sir."

"Answer my question, you blithering son of a bitch. Do you think this is a GAME?"

Gabriel was shaking a little, staring straight ahead, anywhere but Crowley's eyes. "Sir, no, SIR."

"Good."

Without saying another word, he drifted away, taking another inspection stroll up and down the aisle. Then, out of nowhere, he barked, "Now get outside. NOW."

Cas glanced at Dean as they jogged towards the door, and he looked back with a roll of his eyes. Suddenly, Crowley appeared and grabbed Dean's arm. "Except you, Squirrel. You're staying here."

Cas watched in horror as his only friend was kept behind in the barracks while he had to go outside and stand. He found that his heart was beating faster than he could keep up with as a man yelled at them to line up again. He couldn't see Dean. Dean wasn't there. Where was Dean?

The man's words became a stream of nonsense as Cas stared at the gaping door to the barracks. His only friend was in there. His only friend in what seemed the whole world was out of sight.

Finally, after was seemed like 10 hours, Dean stepped out of the building, looking a little shaken. He jogged down the steps and took a place in the very back, two lines away from Cas. He didn't even care to look in his direction as Cas tried to make eye contact. He wanted to know what happened.

Suddenly, as Cas stood surrounded by strangers, he felt alone. More alone than he'd ever felt in the whole world.

* * * * *

The barracks were loud and rowdy, so different from what it had been that morning. People were still introducing themselves to each other, actually making friends, like Cas should be doing. The only problem was, Dean wasn't there. Crowley had pulled him aside again after they'd finished basic training for the day, and Cas wasn't sure where he was.

"Hey, Baby Face."

Cas groaned. "Listen, I really don't-"

"Hey, hey, I was kidding." The guy Crowley had yelled at, Gabriel, sat down next to Cas. "All the other guys here haven't experienced the wrath of that demon yet."

Cas laughed a little. "He is kind of a demon, isn't he."

Gabriel smiled. "You can call me Gabe if you want. Honestly, I don't know what kind of parents name their child Gabriel, but who cares anyway."

Cas knew what he meant. He'd wondered about why he had the name he did. Where did his parents pull Castiel out of, their ass? "Yeah, with a name like Castiel, I know what you mean."

"Maybe we can make a messed up name club. We can braid each others hair and make friendship bracelets!" Gabe said cheerfully, like a little girl talking about Christmas. It took a minute for Cas to realize he was joking.

Then Cas saw him. Dean was back, finally, after what felt like forever. Cas stood up abruptly and stepped in front of him.

"Hello Dean."

Dean looked like he was ready to fall asleep where he stood. "Hey Cas." He said, before promptly falling onto his mattress.

Cas sat back down, feeling a little dejected. "Who's that?" Gabe jerked his head in Dean's direction. "Brother or something?"

"No, just a friend. Why?"

Gabe laughed. "Sorry, it's just the way you looked at him made it seem like you two've been through hell and back together."

Cas tilted his head, squinting at Gabe. He did that when he was confused, according to Meg. "We've only known each other for a day. What do you mean?"

It was a simple question. Cas just wanted an answer. It certainly didn't answer the question when Gabe started laughing like a crazy person. Cas tilted his head more, his mouth opening slightly as he did so. Gabe just laughed harder. "I don't understand"

Gabe giggled like a little girl. "Don't ask, Baby Face."

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Wow... this is actually the fastest I've ever updated! Anyway, like and comment please :) This chapter is a little sucky but whatever