Only You

Trapped

It had been 3 months since the whole demon Dean incident. Cas' wings were healed for the most part, thanks to a spell Sam had found. They were still painful, but it was bearable. Little Sam wasn't allowed to go to school anymore, and he was never alone, there was always someone there to make sure he was okay and that Dean hadn't ripped his throat out. Cas' illness, on the other hand was not getting any better at all. The Novak's had captured Meg, but they didn't believe in torture. They would only do it if Meg didn't co-operate. Lucky for them, she did. She admitted to only doing it because Crowley would torture her if she didn't. She gave the information in exchange for protection from Crowley because he would surely come and get her.

The Novak's may have not believed in torture, but John did. 4 Archangels and the worlds best hunter against one, the family had managed to capture Lucifer. And needless to say, John was pissed. But Luci was a tough cookie to crack, all he would do was taunt the person (usually John) who came in. They wanted to know where Dean was so John could save his son. He may not have seemed like it, but John had tried his best after Mary died. He had brought Dean and Sam up as hunters and he hated himself for it, but he knew it was for the best. He needed his boys to be safe. He couldn't loose anyone else. He refused to. He was going to die first out of the remaining Winchesters, he would make sure of that. Because John Winchester couldn't burn another family member. He couldn't.

Cas heard footsteps on the stairs that led down to his room, which was in the basement, he looked towards the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see Sam standing there with a food tray.

"Hey Cas, how are you feeling today?" Sam said with a small smile on his face. He hadn't taken the Your-Brother-Has-Been-Possessed-By-A-Demon-And-Now-He-Wants-To-Kill-You speech very well. Cas hated being so useless, but last time he tried to stand up, he blacked out completely. The pain was better since he had made his wings go incorporeal again, so he could lie on his back again, but it still hurt to the level that if a human was experiencing it, they would die.

"Thank you, Sam. I'm okay, how are you?" Sam's face fell a little, not enough for someone who didn't know him well to notice, but the two boys had practically spent the last three months together, and Cas was good at reading people, "It's okay, Sam. You can tell me anything, and it won't go any further. It will remain between us. You know that Sam, I promise." Sam smiled gratefully.

"Thanks Cas. Your family think they've found a way to lure Dean out."

"Okay," Cas started gently, "Why is that a bad thing?" Sam looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"You've been so nice to me, Cas. You're like my best friend. And they want to use you as bait." Oh. Cas didn't really know how respond to that with something other than 'oh'. But he knew he had to comfort Sam.

"Hey, it's okay Sam. Please don't cry. It'll all be okay." He soothed. Sam looked at him.

"I'm not sure it will anymore, to be honest Cas." He left Cas to think about that.

Sure enough, not even an hour later Castiel's whole family came down to see him. Turns out Sam wasn't lying. His family wanted to use him as bait, but he knew if it would help find Dean, he would do it. And that is the story of how and why Castiel was walking down a dark alley about 6 miles away from his house. Leaning heavily on the crutches that John had provided, he kept looking around for any sign of Dean. They hadn't heard from him in three months, and even though angels weren't supposed feel things, Castiel had this feeling in the pit of his stomach for the last three months. He didn't like it, the feeling didn't feel nice. He had asked Sam about it.

"I miss him too. What you're feeling is probably loss. Maybe regret. Heartbreak."

Cas decided he didn't like 'missing' people, so he had hauled his ass out of bed, and here he was. It was the first time Castiel had been alone as well as outside since the demon incident. After Crowley had vanished that night, the Novak's had found a little jar with 'antidote' written on it. It would last Castiel a few human weeks, but they would have to track down Crowley if they were to get a more permanent fix.

He was wandering alone, buried so deep in his own thoughts he didn't realise Dean had materialised behind him.

"Look at him. Meg's poison is working so much better than first thought! I'm going to enjoy setting his wings on fire." It whispered ever so quietly, so that only Dean could hear him.

No! Don't! Was all Dean could think to himself before the demon sent a wave of drowsiness over him. He was lulled back into that state of mind where he could hear, see, smell, taste, touch but he couldn't move or think. It was like playing a VR game.

The demon stalked up behind Castiel, and pushed his palm right in between the Angel's shoulder blades. With a hiss and a curse, there was a sound of ruffling feathers. Castiel turned around and as soon as he saw Dean, his partly healed wings stretched out to their full height. They, even though still badly broken, were magnificent. And intimidating as fuck.

"So beautiful. It will be a shame to pull them from you're body." The demon said, but Dean could hear it's thoughts.

Fuck, he's handsome.

Seriously. Oh, the amount of sarcasm in that one word was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Fuck off, you little shit. I know how you feel about him.

The pain on Castiel's face was evident, but he stood his ground, and if looks could kill, well, let's just say Dean would have been a bloody smear on the floor.

"I'll give you one chance. Leave his body, and you won't get hurt."

The demon smirked.

"Oh yeah? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you don't wanna hurt your ickle wickle Dean."

Cas did his tiny smile again.

"You know what I am. I am older than dirt. Than humans. Than demons. Than Hell. I have learned many things over the millennia, but you, apparently, have not." He gestured to the floor, where a massive red Devil's Trap was drawn. Castiel had made the mistake of staying in the trap with the demon. John appeared with Michael, already shouting an exorcism.

"WAIT!" It shouted. "HEAR ME OUT, OKAY!?" John stopped his exorcism. "Thank you! Now, listen. Stop trying to get me out. Because Dean doesn't want me to leave."

"You're lying!" Cas growled, and the demon turned on him. Dean pushed Cas up against the wall and whispered playfully in his ear.

"What's the matter, Angel? Afraid of the dark?" His eyes flicked black, smirk on his lips. He lowered his head and sucked on Castiel's neck, holding his hands to prevent Cas from pushing him off. Cas froze staring straight ahead at John, silently begging him to finish the exorcism. But John had to start again.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te...cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine...quem inferi tremunt...Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

Dean slumped forwards onto Cas, unconscious. Cas caught him, but had to hand him to Michael. All four of them headed back to John's 1967 Chevrolet Impala, and drove home. 1967 Chevrolet Impala. 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Why did that remind him of something? Then he remembered his dream, with Sherlock, Amy, The Doctor, and Sam, Dean and him. But he couldn't really think about that, he knew what was probably about to happen.

And he dreaded it with every fibre of his being.