Not a saviour [destiel]

Chapter 3

Here is my third chapter. Of your still reading this that means your either extremely bored or enjoying this. But I thank you for whatever reason for reading this far. Here is chapter 3.

-squiggle out!

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Chapter two-burning down my world.

Cas woke up with a start, his dream fresh in his memory. Dean had been burning in hell, screaming for Cas to save him. But he couldn't. He would run toward Dean just to run into Demons that snarled and snapped at his skin with claws and knifes. They dragged on him, slowing him down to get to the only purpose for his existence. Slowing him down to get to Dean. The more demons he killed, the more showed up out of thin air in the dark shadows that surrounded them.

"Dean!" he would scream over and over. "Dean!!" Until his voice was hoarse.

Matter how hard he screamed it seemed to get lost in the darkness.

"Someone! help me!!" Dean would scream, scared and alone, searching for his saviour to save him from hell. But no one would be there this time. No one would be his saviour.

They did this over and over, each time more horrible and Deans screams and blood filled castiels mind without an escape route like and infection through Castiels veins. Running through his body and swallowing him whole in a pain the seized his heart and tore it to shreds and he couldn't rip it out of him. He wanted to rip himself open so it would drain out or take a drink of bleach so all this pain and torment could be forgotten. But he couldn't do that because you could never escape this. It was unescapable.

He could never save Dean. Even if it was the very purpose for his beating heart. Even if his very finer screamed for Cas to keep running to Dean, to keep fighting but no matter how hard he tried, Dean would always be gone and someday he had to face the demons that hid inside the darkest part of his soul.

Cas held his head in his hands in defeat, his eyes starting to sting with tears.

These emotions were so strange for him he couldn't do it. He had no idea how humans managed to do this. it's impossibly hard. All this pain and sorrow.

Cas shook his head to try and clear his mind.

It didn't work.

He sat up and looked around the dark room. It was one of the spare rooms that Bobby had. Bobby didn't take good care of this house. It was a beautiful home but Cas thought ever since his wife had died, he just didn't care any more. The drapes hung sadly on the wall. They were a dark musty brown that were thick and blocked the sunlight out side very well. The walls were covered in a tan and white pattern but the years have gotten to it and now looked like one of those cheep motel rooms that no one cared about.

The room had a night stand with a lamp that barley worked and a small desk with a old wooden chair that looked as if one more speck of dust that piled on that chair could make it fall to prices by all those years of waiting and neglect.

Castiel sat up so his feet touched the dirty floor. The bed squeaked loudly and complained as Cas moved. He sat there for a moment, not ready to face the day yet.

Sighing he stood up and walked around the bed to the door.

The stomp of his boots seemed like the only sound in the old house at the moment and it was almost as if he was walking through a house on a case, gun held in high position as he, Sam, and Dean searched every corner for a monster that could be lurking to kill. Like old times.

Cas didn't really remember when he started joining Sam and Dean on hunts. Maybe after he lost his wings. Castiel quickly remembered a moment that he had forgotten about a couple months ago he was surprised he forgot this but those were rough times back than for him.