Why Me?

Zap! And the Cas is Gone

The weight of Castiel's words hung thick in the air as the brothers slowly processed what they had just heard.

"What do you mean Jack may or may not have run away?" Dean interrogated, as he stood up where he was sitting and leaned across the table to look into Cas' face. A murderous look in his eye.

"Were the meaning of my words not clear, Dean?"

"How could you let this happen?!" Dean yelled at Cas, his voice dripping with venom as his eyes frantically searched the angels' for an answer.

Cas flinched back at Dean's outburst of rage. How did Dean not realise this wasn't all his fault? Why was Dean acting so mad all of a sudden?

The Angel could feel Dean's eyes burning into his with what could almost be mistaken for hatred. Right then and there, it looked as if Dean would leap across the table and kill Cas if he had the chance. All Cas could do was try to diffuse the situation before Dean did kill him.

"C'mon Dean, you know he didn't--"

"Didn't what, Sam? Didn't let Jack leave?" He met his brother's eyes, allowing Sam to see the worry that had been building to a climax since he had heard Jack was gone. "Of course he did. How could he not? The kid hardly knows how to approach a girl, let alone how to get by in the world."

"Dean--"

"No, Cas. No. You've really done it this time. Anything happens to him, and that's on you. Not Sam. Not me. You."

Cas stared wide eyed at Dean, not knowing what to make of this most recent outburst. His hand started shaking and he slammed it against his knee to hide it. He felt his blood run cold as the full extent of Dean's words were realised.

If anything happened to Jack, then it was on him. No one else could take the blame.

He should have looked after Jack better. He should have taken Jack out and not made him stay inside the bunker. This was all his fault. And he knew it.

Cas' eyes stung, and he felt what seemed to be the beginning of tears in them. Before either of the brothers could notice, Cas flapped his wings. And with a rustling of feathers, Cas was gone. His seat standing empty opposite the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean sat in an awkward and uncomfortable silence while they processed what had just happened.

"Dean, I think you--"

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean interrupted. His rage overflowing as he punched the wall. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Yeah, Dean, heard you the first time." Sam looked at his older brother, and could easily read the emotions plastered across his face.

Anger.

Fear.

Rage.

Worry.

Regret.

But although there were many, anger and rage were the two controlling emotions. Controlling Dean's mind. His thoughts. His actions.

He was a ticking time bomb, and one that was prepped to explode quickly if it wasn't defused.

"De," Sam walked slowly towards his brother. "I think you hurt Cas. No, I know you're frustrated because Jack is missing and only be can tell you what your daughter is, but maybe going all Hulk on Cas wasn't a good idea. Maybe it wasn't his fault."

Dean turned from the wall to face Sam, with years in his eyes.

"Sammy what have I done?" He said, as he collapsed onto the couch. "What was I thinking?"

~Well I managed to update when I said I could. So that's something. I had a fit of inspiration in maths today, so I might publish again later tonight. I don't know. No promises lmao. I will say, however, that I will have the next chapter published by Friday. I don't know if this chapter is what you expected or if you liked it or didn't, so please comment, even if it's just a thumbs up or a thumbs down (I won't feel offended). I'm in desperate need of feedback lmao. Thanks for reading, and have fun kids. -T