This is a nightmare, just a really fucked up nightmare.
Castiel was not killed by Raphael on the night of Lucifer’s release. Instead, he’s sent to the year 1996 and encounters the Winchesters. Unable to return to the present, Castiel resigns himself to traveling with them on their hunts across the states.
Meanwhile in the year 2008, Dean has barely gotten used to being back in the land of the living when he gets the biggest shock of his life; the man he fell in love with when he was eighteen has seemingly come back from the grave as well, claiming to be an angel of the Lord. The thing is, he doesn’t have a clue who Dean is.
Meanwhile in the year 2008, Dean has barely gotten used to being back in the land of the living when he gets the biggest shock of his life; the man he fell in love with when he was eighteen has seemingly come back from the grave as well, claiming to be an angel of the Lord. The thing is, he doesn’t have a clue who Dean is.
Seeing Castiel—or Caspar—the second time had the exact same effect on Dean as it had the first time. It felt as if his heart was frozen but speeding up at the same time. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Castiel had cut to the chase, congratulating Dean on taking care of the Witnesses, pointedly ignoring the fact that neither he nor any of his angel buddies had lifted a finger (or wing, whatever) to help.
“I thought angels were supposed to be guardians... fluffy wings, halos, you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.” Dean took pleasure in seeing Castiel wince. Take that, body-snatcher, he thought vindictively.
“Read the Bible,” replied Castiel, his voice clipped. Whatever warmth was there earlier was gone now, snuffed out by the coldness Dean was more familiar with. “angels are warriors of God. I’m a soldier. I’m not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns.”
“Concerns?” Dean sneered. He knew full well that he was being a jackass but he couldn’t help it. Castiel triggered something inside of him, something he hadn’t felt since Hell. Since Alastair personally released him from the rack and put a knife in his hand. He hated feeling this way but it was like a drug and he couldn’t stop wanting to hurl every hateful word he could think of at the angel. He wanted to hurt Castiel, let him feel what Dean was feeling.
A small part of him wanted to hurt Caspar, too.
But Castiel proved that he wasn’t above doing the same to Dean despite being an angel. “Our numbers are not unlimited,” he said. “Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There’s a bigger picture here.” He stepped closer to Dean, their harsh breaths mingling together.
The memory of meeting Caspar at Kittery Point all came flooding back to Dean now and his heart clenched. Fuck, it was killing him—how much he missed Caspar.
“You should show me some respect,” continued Castiel, “I dragged you out of Hell, I can throw you back in.”
“I thought angels were supposed to be guardians... fluffy wings, halos, you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.” Dean took pleasure in seeing Castiel wince. Take that, body-snatcher, he thought vindictively.
“Read the Bible,” replied Castiel, his voice clipped. Whatever warmth was there earlier was gone now, snuffed out by the coldness Dean was more familiar with. “angels are warriors of God. I’m a soldier. I’m not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns.”
“Concerns?” Dean sneered. He knew full well that he was being a jackass but he couldn’t help it. Castiel triggered something inside of him, something he hadn’t felt since Hell. Since Alastair personally released him from the rack and put a knife in his hand. He hated feeling this way but it was like a drug and he couldn’t stop wanting to hurl every hateful word he could think of at the angel. He wanted to hurt Castiel, let him feel what Dean was feeling.
A small part of him wanted to hurt Caspar, too.
But Castiel proved that he wasn’t above doing the same to Dean despite being an angel. “Our numbers are not unlimited,” he said. “Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There’s a bigger picture here.” He stepped closer to Dean, their harsh breaths mingling together.
The memory of meeting Caspar at Kittery Point all came flooding back to Dean now and his heart clenched. Fuck, it was killing him—how much he missed Caspar.
“You should show me some respect,” continued Castiel, “I dragged you out of Hell, I can throw you back in.”
This story was truly amazing. It's very well-paced and well-written. Although it's only nine chapters long, the writer doesn't hurry through parts of the tale. Truly perfect!
This fic kept me on the edge of my seat, every step of the way. I cried, I laughed and I pleaded while reading it, which only shows how immerged I was in the story. And don't all the good ones make you feel it for yourself? This story will take your breath away, so read it now!!
Until next time, SPN'ers!
Shirley Out.
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