Just The Name

Chapter 15

Sherlock wasn't sure what he saw. And Sherlock was always sure what he saw.

Sure, it had been dark, but he had seen the silhouette clearly. He figured it was Castiel, from the trenchcoat, and was about to offer the friend a flashlight.

Then he heard wings flapping and just like that, Castiel was gone.

Sherlock froze in the hallway, confused and uncertain. Then he shook off his feelings and dug out his keys and unlocked his and Sam's room.

Sherlock wasn't sure what he saw - But there was no way it could be what he thought it was.

Dean, however, was positive what he saw.

Dean didn't want to die - The storm had just picked up so suddenly and so viciously. He just curled up and waited for the inevitable.

And then of all people, there was Cas. Castiel, his soulmate. The name written on his hand since Day One.

At first he was glad. And Cas was cradling him and Deam was relieved.

And then big beautiful wings stretched out and wrapped around Dean. It was warm underneath the man's shadowy wings, far away from that wretched storm. But his boyfriend - his soulmate - had wings. That is not normal.

And suddenly there was a sickening twist and the world slipped by right through Deans fingers and he felt like puking and suddenly he was on his moms couch.

And he was still shivering, still trying to process what he saw. Cas laid his fingers on Dean's head and as though it were magic, all the boy's pain slipped away.

He convinced himself it wasnt real. That he was delirious.

But the next morning in the early light that washed over Castiel's face, Dean suddenly knew it to be true.

Whatever it was - Whatever Cas was - It hadn't been the overactive imagination of a dying man. No. Dean knew what he saw.

And Sam? Sam wasn't sure what he was looking at.

At first, when him and Gabe saw it on the morning news, Sam thought it was a fluke.

The storm hadn't moved at all last night. It appeared in a straight line from King's College to Sam Winchester's childhood home. It tore and destroyed everything in that line and as suddenly and violently as it appeared, it left.

Gabe hardly noticed or hardly cared.  Maybe both.

Sam searched the internet, every source he could find. but they all said the same thing. That the storm appeared in a perfectly straight line where it ripped through everything in its path and disappeared without a trace.

Sam was terrified.

John was comforted.

At first, anyways. Storms always had that effect. Even when Cas disappeared in the middle of the night, John cuddled peacefully in his blankets.

Then Sherlock knocked on his door.

The dark haired man was completely freaked out, but wouldn't say about what. Hell, he was practically in tears.

John made him some tea - which Sherlock barely touched - And tried to calm him down.

The man's fingers twitched and jumped and he ran his hand through his hair, as his whole body shook.

And John didn't know how, but suddenly he found himself lying in bed with Sherlock, cradling the much larger man under a swarm of blankets, reckoning it was simply the storm scaring his friend. No, his soulmate.