I can't be saved // Destiel

Chapter 8

18th March 2001

Dean dropped Sam off at school and returned back to their motel. He couldn't get over how he'd treated Cas yesterday. He'd overreacted. Tears started welling up in his eyes and he crashed to the ground. He clutched the sides of his face and tried to steady his breathing. No luck. His vision started to blur and his hands went numb.

*

He woke up in his bed and checked the time, it was 6 o'clock. Sam must have put him there. A small amount of anxiety rushed through him when he realised Sam had to walk home alone. Again. "Sammy?" he waited for a minute and no reply. "Sam?" His calls became frantic as he rushed through the motel. "Sam! Sam, where are you? Sammy!" Dean grabbed his phone and dialled Sam's number "Come on Sammy, pick up." It rang out and he threw his phone across the room. He couldn't call Dad, Bobby wouldn't be able to come and help. Cas! He dialled Cas' number and waited "Dean?" hearing his voice calmed Dean down a bit. "Yeah Cas, look if all this angel funny business is true, I really need your help right now."

"Okay Dean."

Dean heard the sound of Cas' wings and turned around. "What's wrong Dean?" Cas said, stepping closer to Dean.

"Sammy's missing!" He wanted to cry out, to scream, but he just stood there and glanced at Cas. "I can help you find him Dean. Just calm down. Where was the last place you saw him?"

"Going to school-" he stopped and realized all of this was his fault. If he hadn't snapped at Cas he would have gone to school and he would be with Sam. Sam might be dead because of him "It's all my fault."

"Dean, it's not your fault. Now let's go to school. Which way does Sam normally walk?" Dean walked out the door with Cas following. They'd only walked a little bit before Cas picked up that he could smell blood. Sam's blood. "He nearly got home." Dean muttered to himself leaning down to see how fresh the blood was. Damp. That means it's not too old. We still have a chance. "Cas! Where do we go?"

Cas walked over to the blood, then Dean. He raised his hand to Dean's forehead. "Dude! What are you doing?"

"Just close your eyes Dean, I'm not sure how well a human body can take this."

"Cas-" before he could finish he was overcome with the feeling that he was going to throw up and clenched his eyes shut. "Dean, you can open your eyes now." Dean looked around and clenched onto his stomach. He dropped to the ground, still clutching his stomach. "Dean?" Cas said, a hint of anxiety in his voice. He knelt down next to Dean. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just give me a minute."

"Dean we don't have a minute." He reached over and tapped Dean's forehead with two fingers. Dean stood up and could finally take in his surroundings. He realized they were outside of an old barn. "Is Sam in there?"

"Yes Dean"

"So, what are we up against?"

"Werewolves." Great. Fan-freaking tabulous. Werewolves. Last time he had to deal with werewolves he nearly got bit. "Well, let's go." Dean mumbled, walking toward the house leaving Cas behind. "This isn't going to be a 'walk in the park' as you humans say."

"Oh, trust me, I know."

"So, what's the plan? We go in there, guns blazing. Shoot first, ask questions later." Dean stated the plan more than asked, that's what Dad had always told him to do. He shuddered at the thought of Dad. "Well, I suppose that could work-"

"Okay great, let's go" Dean jumped cutting over him.

"Dean, maybe- "he stopped realizing Dean was already over at the barn. He was responsible for this kid. This chubby, freckle faced teenager. Dean turned around and motioned for him to catch up but he was gone. "Great. Now if anything bad happens I'm by myself, what if they already got Sammy. Dad will probably force me out of the family." He muttered to himself walking over to the barn entrance. He walked in and saw beams of light, dead bodies then Cas. "Where's Sammy?" He said looking around. He caught sight of him in the other room. "Dean- "Cas started but Dean ignored him. He rushed around the corner quick enough to see claws slit his brothers throat. A lump formed in his throat and he felt sick again. He wanted to scream but instead he ran over to the werewolf and thrashed his knife around. He didn't want this thing to have a slow death. He wanted to torture it until it was begging for forgiveness. But he didn't have time. His brother was dying on the ground next to him. He swung his blade and the creatures head fell to the floor. "Sammy-"he stopped dead in his tracks. Laying in front of him was his little brother. His little brother with his neck slit open. "Sammy! Sammy, Sammy! No! No! No!" He crashed to the floor and held his little brother in his hands. "Sammy it's gonna be okay, we are going to get help. You'll get through this. Just stay strong."

"Dean," Sam started moving his hand up to his neck, finding Dean's hand already there. "I can't hold on any longer. I just can't, please. Just let me go."

"No! Sammy, Sammy. No! You can't do this please. You're strong, you can fight this." He choked out but he knew it was too late. He didn't deserve to die. He choked through tears "Cas do something. Please anything. You're an angel you can fix these kind of things, can't you?"

"Dean, I'm sorry. I'm not connected with heaven. I can heal people up to an extent but with an injury like that there was no chance."

"No, no, no, no, this can't be happening. This all just a dream and I'm going to wake up." He tried to stand up but crashed back the ground. "Cas, tell me this is just a dream dammit!" he screamed.

"Dean, I'm sorry. There's nothing I Can do." He wanted to scream. To scream until his voice went hoarse. Cas went and sat next to Dean and pulled him into a hug. "It's going to be okay Dean" He whispered into Dean's ear. But Dean just sat there. Not even the slightest bit of recognition on his face that Cas was even there. Cas stood up, carrying Dean and walked back to his motel. Who knows what would happen to Dean if he just zapped back there.