The Newest

9 - Camp No Fun

well I'm slowly coming back, one book at a time :)

Castiel

Cas laid on the horrible beds, but it was better than the ground he had been sleeping on before. But it wasn't what he wanted. He would rather be sleeping on the ground with Dean than on a bed alone. It just didn't feel right anymore, it felt foreign and it made his heart heavy.

But he had no choice. Actually he did, but he chose this. His freedom for Dean's, even if Dean wasn't told of it.

"Castiel the Fallen Angel~"

Castiel sat upright with some difficulty, his body aching and trembling involuntarily with pain. "Go away, Lucifer." Lucifer was a prisoner, he spoke English and was captured after going crazy on his squad. He was captured all alone, covered in blood with a malicious grin. Apparently he frightened the soldiers too much to have him join them, so they made him a prisoner. It was probably a smart move, Lucifer would easily do it all again if he could.

Lucifer waltzed in farther, smiling wickedly. "But we're buddies, don't you love me like you love Dean?" Cas was up, snarling at Lucifer. "Shut the fuck up." He growled, shoving him away. "Ooh, soft spot? You talk about him in your sleep." Lucifer hung from the bunk bed they shared, eyes filled with evil intentions. "He's dead, so keep your trap shut. And I don't love you, demon."

Castiel eyes Lucifer as he rolled his eyes, hopping off the bunk bed and going behind Cas and wrapping his arms around him. "If he's dead, why is he a touchy subject? Sacrificed your freedom for his, Cassie? Don't worry," Castiel gripped his fists in anger, blue eyes resembling the deadly storms of the sea. Lucifer leaned in towards Cas' ear, biting it with his teeth. "I'll take good care of you."

Like fire, Cas pushed Lucifer away, watching him stumble back. "Castiel," Lucifer frowned, his blue eyes like the blue flames of hell. "Be careful with your actions before they get you hurt." They both stood there, eyes locked with an undeniable tension between them.

Sexual for one and deadly for the other.

Castiel panted as he labored out in the hot sun, where there was no trees to shade themselves. It was torture, even worse when Lucifer and his minions Azazel and Alistair dropped by for visits. "I hate this fuckin' place," Cas turned his head to see a slightly bearded man with fresh scars all over his body. His skin was light red from the hot sun, and his eyes were warm but cold at the same time. Castiel tilted his head at him. "Same." Was all Castiel said, swinging the pickax from his shoulder to strike a rock and split it into pieces.

"You?" Cas stared at him before picking up some rock fragments and dropping them in his wheelbarrow. "Castiel." The man sized him up, obviously having been here longer than himself. Castiel was, after all, on his fifth day here.

"Benny. Nice to meet ya, kid."

Dean

Dean had a vague feeling it had been a week and a half, but he wasn't counting nor caring.

He was beginning to feel a little insane from being halfway dehydrated and hungry and being isolated. It was getting exhausting, and Dean was finding it harder and harder to keep going on. But, if he turned back, it would be a longer journey to make it back to camp compared to the time it would take to finish his new mission. Not the army's, his.

"Goddammit!" Dean suddenly yelled out of nowhere, bringing his fist back to punch a tree. "When the fuck am I gonna get there!" He shouted, letting out his frustration and emotions through his angry screams. When he calmed down, having had enough, he realized that was a bad idea.

He could be close to the base, or the place where they were holding Cas and maybe other people captive. Dean shook in anger, punching the tree one more time before beginning to continue his walk to save Cas: one step at a time.

One slow, painstakingly step at a time.

Dean had no idea how it happened, but he had fallen asleep standing up. He was rudely awakened by the cold rain pouring down on him, reminding him that he should drink and eat again. "Fine," He mumbled, cupping his hands and opening mouth to collect water to drink. It didn't take long for him to collect water, as he learned that when it rained; it rained hard.

After being able to collect more water and drink it than he was able to last time, he stopped and tried to find something to eat.

Only there was no edible plants, fruit, or berries. Nothing. Dean gulped, looking around in a slight panic. No way, why wasn't there any food? Dean took a deep breath and exhaled, hair matted against his forehead and clothes sticking to him like a second skin. "Fuck, did they plan this?" He said to himself, pacing, suddenly feeling much lighter at his theory. "They must've tried to kill off all edible things beside the poisonous ones in case prisoners escape! Fucking assholes, but smart assholes..." Dean muttered to himself, biting his lip.

"Then if I'm in the area where they killed off edible food for escape prisoners, that means I must be near the base or place where they keep prisoners. Which is where Castiel has to be. I'm close, but I'm a retard, also. I screamed earlier, they had to have heard that. So that either means they're on there way here to investigate or checking to make sure no one escaped. Besides that, I have to find a way to get in and get out with Castiel, without getting even more injured. Maybe even get some food to make it in this deadly food place."

Dean took in a deep breath, a broad smile spreading across his face even though he was freezing in the rain. "Fuck yes! I'm coming, Castiel, just hang on!" Dean whooped loud but quietly so it couldn't be heard from far away. It all paid off, he was there.

It was time to make up for his mistake and take back what was precious to him.