Infamous For Something So Pure

Aftermath

Dean sits at the long brown table which used to be occupied by books and tablets and scribbles of Kevin's ideas and translations of the scribbles, this table use to hold lamps that would brighten the room, but this is no more. The books and papers are scattered all along the floor, around Dean's shoes and chair, around the book shelves that line the large, cold, stone room, and even onto the pool of blood that was left behind from Kevin. The lamps are shattered into a million pieces on the end of the table and onto the ground, but the mess does not distract Dean nor does it keep him from sitting in the chair that is surrounded by the paper and books. He throws his head into his hands and cries out into the empty cave, shouting and throwing the books. Dean shouts up at the ceiling for Gadreel to come back so that he can finish him once and for all, but Gadreel never shows. It is just Dean, as normal. Dean always by himself, always on his own, even when he didn't need to be, even when he didn't want to be. On top of Kevin being in a pill of ashes out back, Sam was gone with Gadreel God knows where and probably getting into all sorts of trouble. His mind is spinning, trying to wrap his head around the situation, but it all just seems like a nightmare to him because how could it be real? Then again how could the monster under your bed be real? He paces the room, then finally grabs his beer bottle off the table, splashing some of the amber liquid onto his hand, and throws it at the wall. Glass shatters everywhere, a piece even bounce back and cut his temple, but he ignores it just like how he is ignoring stepping into the red, thick blood by his feet. As he walks around the table the papers stick to his feet, and he doesn't pull them off until he reaches the kitchen. He pulls out a beer and looks out onto the mess he's made and can think of no better way to occupy himself, so he goes back to the kitchen and grabs a broom, dustpan, and some towels. Dean starts by picking up the books then replaces them back on the shelf where they belong. He moves on to the sheets of paper and piles them up on the table, like some how Kevin would come back and read him the translations. All of the broken glass is cleaned up within a hand full of minutes and the beer is wiped off the wall. Dean walks over to the blood and slowly bends down onto his knees. He had brought a bucket of warm water with him, and dunks the towel in it. He cleans the one puddle over and over, getting new water then walking back cleaning it up then getting more water. The stain would not come out of the wood, with every movement now Dean aches and one by one tears start to fill his eyes but he just brushes them away. The towel gets thrown into the sink along with the bucket, then Dean heads to bed. He needs to rest he tells himself that he can think about this tomorrow because he has gone through enough today, but when he gets to his bedroom he can't help but walk down the hall a few more steps to look into Sam's and Kevin's rooms which are just as they had left them. Sam's room is tidy and his bed is made. Kevin's walls are covered with different ripped pieces of papers and different words are written on the walls his blankets are on the ground along with his pillow because on certain nights he would stay up gaze at his walls and answering questions that he had written. Dean walks back to his room slower than usual, but today was not a usual day so he paces himself. When Dean finally reaches his room he sits on his bed gazing at the walls like Kevin would have then he straightens up his room like Sam always wanted to do when ever he peered into Dean's room, then Dean just sits. Waiting is a word that would fit how he sits on his bed waiting for something.....something amazing to happen. For both Sam and Kevin to walk through the door and smile and hug him, but the door is locked and they are gone. He lays back in his bed, still fully dressed and with out pulling the covers up. Closing his eyes did not make it all go away and he could feel the heaviness of his heart in his chest. With every breath he takes it feels as though someone is pushing him down, farther down, into what seems to be a bottomless whole of sorrow and despair. He hears nothing but Crowley in the basement shouting and singing songs about being stuck in the basement. He complains that he is cold and needs a blanket. He says he will talk if they just bring him something to watch. The one thing he doesn't do, in fact, is shut up. Dean stops listening to the outrageous things Crowley is saying and tries to go to sleep. For hours on end he tosses and turns and sits up with tears running down his give until finally he collapses on his bed.
"They'll come back. Some how they always come back." he mumbles before falling asleep. When he wakes up the room is just like was the night before, he pushes himself, unwillingly, out of bed and walks out into the wide room which holds the front door and stairs. He remembers when Kevin first saw this place and when Sam first saw the hideout. A smile tries to slide onto his face but Dean stops himself. He turns on his heels to find his way to the kitchen, when he hears something at the front door. His hand finds it's place on the handle of a gun and Dean walks up to the door cracking it open slightly before opening it all the way. Rain is pouring down by the gallon and it washes through Dean's hair as he walks out into the street. He looks out on to the black pavement and sees a car parked a long way down the road, he squints through the drops to make out what kind of car when the sound of something moving turns him around. Cas is sitting on the ground next to the door, the rain water has seeped through his coat and clothes and his hair has flattened and flopped down onto his face. He smiles up at Dean and stands himself up, embracing the other man in a hug. Dean hugs Cas back before dragging him into his home. Or what was Dean's home but is now a memory of what use to make him happy and a recurring nightmare.
"Dean." Cas says with a smile while they walk down the stone stair case.
"Cas what are you doing he." Dean's voice seems quieter to him, but he hopes that Cas does not notice.
"I have no where else to go Dean. I have been homeless, left astray, I am at the end of my rope and right now here is the only place I can be."
"Whatever, look, the first thing we need to do is get you out of those wet clothes before you get sick or something." Dean says as he continues to walk after reaching the main floor, he turns the corner but doesn't hear Cas' footsteps following. Dean walks back to see Cas' soaked jacket laying on the floor, he looks up at Castiel who just continues to unbutton his blue shirt.
"Cas what the hell are you doing?" Dean asks as he walks over to him and picks up the wet trench coat.
"You said I had to get out of these clothes."
"Yes and I meant that I would give you something else to wear and you could get changed somewhere more private."
"Here is fine."
"Cas, it's not to make you comfortable it's to make me comfortable." Dean says as he leads him down the hall and into Dean's room.
"Is this your room?" Cas asks not straying from the doorway.
"Yes." He mumbles as he searches through his drawers for something Cas can wear.
"I have never seen it....so clean." Dean doesn't respond he just lays the clothes on the bed, continuing to hold the trench coat.
"Change into these clothes and when you are done bring your wet clothes out to me, I'll dry them." Cas nods and Dean leaves him alone, while he wonders into the kitchen to gather something to eat for the angel in the other room. A few minutes later Castiel comes out holding his wet clothes in a mess in one arm. He is wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans that are too long for him to be wearing. Dean grabs the clothes out of his hand and point to the sandwich that he had made and placed on the counter, before Dean could even talk Cas was sitting at the table eating the meal. While Dean is gone Castiel sits quietly at the counter and finishes his sandwich in no time. He walks over to the sink with a glass and drinks a few cups before waiting for Dean to return, but something isn't right. It's too...too...quiet. He could hear Dean's footsteps from far away. Where is Kevin who should be rustling pages and going insane from looking at a tablet? Where is Sam why didn't he greet him at the door? Why wasn't Dean cracking a joke? Or quoting a movie Cas didn't know about? Dean comes back to see Cas standing in the center of the kitchen.
"Cas make yourself at home."
"Where are they?"
"What?"
"Where are Kevin and Sam?" Cas walks closer to Dean so that they are only a foot apart, "What happen?"