Time in the Empty -Superwholock book-

A whole new world of hurt

Deans POV flashback
"I was sitting against the bunker wall, the bloody handprint of where Cas last touched me printed onto my jacket shoulder...I heard my phone start to ring as I picked it up with shaky hands, it was Sam, Sam was ok. As I started to remember what had happened moments before, the empty, Billie, I love you. That sentence kept repeating in my mind. Soon the ringing of the phone faded as I ran my shaky hands through my hair, and started crying. I just lost Cas, and it was all my fault...his stupid feelings for me got him taken by the empty, and my stupid feelings got me a whole new world of hurt.
third POV
Dean jolted awake breathing heavily trying to drown the memories of that night that resurfaced every time he closed his eyes, no matter what he did they would always resurface. He groaned and looked towards the clock that sat on his nightstand. He wiped his eyes as the clock read 3:30am which was the usual time he would wake up from his nightmares. He hoped that Sam was not awake, he didn't want to deal with any chick flick moments. He stood up and walked to the bunker kitchen to get a cup of coffee, he obviously wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon so he started the coffee maker and put his mug under the dispenser and leaned back against the counter. He looked towards the table and closed his eyes as the memories came back.
Dean, Sam and Castiel all sat around the table laughing and clinking beer bottles together. Dean laughing at Castiel's awkward, but lovable attempt at having fun, and Sams confused face at their inside joke.
He was shaken from his thoughts as the sound of coffee hitting his cup started getting louder. He walked up to it and took his coffee drinking it straight from the machine, not adding any sugar or creamer, he had drunken worse. He walked into the map room and looked at the table before stopping in his tracks, his eyes gazed over the corner at the end of table, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories to file in.
Dean,Sam,Jack, and Castiel all leaned over the table each working on a different task, Castiel and Jack were carving their names into the untouched wood as Sam and Dean retouched their already carved in initials. They all took a step back and looked at their work of art, on the table it was marked. DW, SW, MW, CASTIEL. JACK. Dean patted Castiel on the back as they left the room smiling.
"Dean...?." He was once again jolted from his thoughts as the familiar voice of his little brother Sam Winchester floated into his ears. "What are you doing up Sammy?" Dean asked trying not to sound surprised. "I-uh I heard the coffee maker I came to see who it was." Sam fibbed. Dean almost smiled at how worried Sam was about him, he knew Sam would hear him wake up and come to check on him every single time. "Nice try Sammy, I'm fine." Dean answered Sams unspoken question. Sam tried to search Deans eyes but all he saw was the strong shield Dean had put up ever since Castiel was taken. "Anyway uh I got us a case, i think it's our type of thing." Sam said sitting down at the table and opening his laptop. "Alright Watson shoot." Dean said sitting down across from him and sipping his now cold coffee. "Seriously we're on to Sherlock jokes now?" Sam asked with a smile in his voice. Dean just smirked and pushed his coffee away. "Anyway there's been a trail of disappearances throughout London, each Picture of where the victims where last scene there has been a angel statue." Sam explained turning the computer to face Dean. Dean perked up at the word "angel" and took the laptop and started scrolling through the pictures and sure enough, lurking in the background there would be a stone angel statue with its hands over its face. "Any other connections between the vics?" Dean asked pushing the laptop to Sam again. "Except for they all lived in London." Sam said holding the laptop. "The game is afoot Watson." Dean said smirking and walking to his room to get dressed and packed. Sam chuckled and went to his room to pack his bag. Around 9:00am they got into the 1967 Chevrolet Impala and drove to the airport and then flew all the way to London airport, and drove the rest of the way to the town. Every time Dean came up with a random fact or some smart comment about London or Sam, he had to resist the urge to look in the review mirror and see Castiels either amused or annoyed expression. Instead he turned up the radio to drown out his own thoughts and focus on the case. They had stopped to get Scotland Yard fake ID badges before attending to a recent crime scene. They had gotten then and had found out that there was a angel statue, but had mysteriously disappeared when the authorities arrived. As they were inspecting the scene where the victim has disappeared, and talking to any witnesses and neighbors, the head of Scotland Yard came up to Dean. "Excuse me, I'll have to advise you since you are new to the area, we are bringing in a expert for this case and we wanted to warn you." Lestrade explained as Sam walked over to them. "Warn us?" Dean asked confused. "This expert...he's not really good with people unless you know him as long as I have and frankly I still don't fully understand him, his name is Sherlock Holmes, and don't be offended by his tactics." Lestrade said before walking off to talk to the forensics officer. Dean turned to Sam mouth agape. "D-d-did he just say THE Sherlock Holmes is working this case!?" Dean exclaimed excitedly. "I-I-dude he's gonna obviously tell we're fakes dude! We have to tell him the truth he should see that we aren't lying." Sam said watching as Inspector Lestrade left in a police car to go pick up Sherlock Holmes. "Yeah like he would believe that we're the frickin ghost busters that hunt supernatural beings." Dean said sarcastically as he stared behind Sam. "What is it?" Sam asked noticing his brothers staring. Dean pointed and Sam follows his finger and shared a look with Dean. They walked towards the angel statue dean was pointing at and brought out the EMF and started discreetly waving it around. "There's no sign of EMF, no hex bags." Sam said walking to the back of the statue. Dean walked closer to looks at its face, he started hearing a familiar faint ringing, he looked to Sam and saw that Sam was occupied with the EMF and obviously wasn't hearing anything. As Dean looked closer the ringing started getting louder and louder, Dean tried to cover his ears but to no avail, he swore he almost heard in a familiar voice. "Get away." He groaned and dropped to one knee as the ringing grew louder and louder, he felt blood on his hands that were covering his ears. "Dean? Dean!?" He faintly heard the voice of Sam as he grabbed him arm and pulled him away into a alley way. The ringing grew louder and louder until they reached the alley way, then it slowly faded away into nothingness. "Dean talk to me man!" Sam said lowering Dean to a sitting position against the wall. "M'fine Sam." Dean mumbled pulling his hands away from his ears and looking at them. Sam pulled out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood off his hands and below his ears. "What happened?" Sam asked calmer then he was before. "I thing I'm going crazy man, I thought I heard angel radio." It sounded like Cas... Dean thought. Dean explained as he stood to a standing position. Sam nodded in acknowledgement but didn't press further. "Probably nothing, find anything on the statue?" Dean said looking around the alley and then to Sam. "Uh no nothing, no witch symbols, no hex bags, no EMF." Sam explained putting the EMF into his pocket. "So what are we going to do about working with Sherlock Holmes?" Dean said still wrapping his head around the fact that they would be working with the worlds most famous consulting detective. "I told you Dean we should tell him the truth." Sam said seeing where the conversation would go, Dean never liked telling people the truth, especially if it meant people getting involved in their lives. "Sammy you know we can't." Dean said as he has said this speech over 100 times. "Look Dean I know why we shouldn't tell him but he's going to figure out we aren't who we are saying we are." Sam said. "Fine." Dean said in a huff knowing that Sam would never stop pestering if they didn't tell the detective who they were. Sam clearly satisfied with Deans answer told Dean to call someone that could help with this case while he went to tell the officers they will be leaving the scene. As Sam walked away Dean pulled out his phone and muscle memory clicked on Bobby's contact, he stopped after noticing his mistake, but pushed the green call button anyway and waited until the voicemail came up. "Heya Bobby, um it's Dean I'm on a case with Sammy up in London,it's kinda crazy we're gonna be working with Sherlock Holmes!." Dean chuckled as he said that last part, Sam heard him talking on the phone and said stayed behind the corner to listen. "It's been a month since Cas died, I really haven't told anyone about what happened but I should probably tell you since your basically my father." Dean said trying to keep his voice clear and steady, Sam swallowed and kept listening. "I'm gonna keep it short don't wanna overload your box, but Billie was coming and Cas told me that he made a deal to save Jack...a while ago to save him from the empty, and the deal he made was that when he experienced a moment of true happiness, the empty would come and take him-." Dean cut himself off by sniffling and taking a shaky breathe. "His true happiness was me." Dean said softly as the tears poured out of his eyes. Sam felt sympathy for his brother, he knew they shared a profound bond but he never knew how much it extended. "Before Billie came through the door, he gave me a finale speech, and it ended with 3 words Bobby, 3 words I never thought I would hear....he told me he loved me Dad." Dean said tearfully as he somehow found himself to the same position he was in when Castiel was taken by the empty, leaning against the wall legs extended towards the side and a little bent. Sam heard him slowly fall to a sitting position and waited until he hung up the phone to intervine. "And I never got to tell him I love him too Bobby." Dean said shakily just above a whisper, but of course Sam heard it, Dean dropped the phone and put his face in his hands and cried. Sam cleared his throat and walked over to his his brother, leaned down next to him, and just held him as he processed this information. Dean loved Cas, Cas loved Dean, his big brother just came out to his deceased uncle, and called him dad. They were so oblivious they didn't notice the dark, curly haired figure lurking in the distance, who whispered. "The Winchesters are in town."