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My Brother, his Angel and me... 1/? - The first time

Author: phoenix_greece \u0026lt;input ... >
Beta: Lunned
Disclaimer: The characters belong to me not (except that I add any new)
Certificate: NC-17
Genre: slash between Dean - Castiel
Content: Go Dean and Sam part ways because they have lost trust in one another: caution light spoilers (beginning of Season 5)
. After Dean and Cas had handled a case disclosed Dean Castiel something that can and can not believe Castiel can plunge into a world that is so different from his sky. Castiel first identified as stormy, unpredictable and fragile can be the world of human feelings.

characters: Dean, Castiel, Sammy, and many more from Supernatural

Note: This is my first FF. I do not know if they will read this many, or whether anyone even German means of an account. I would however welcome any comment really care whether English or German.

Chapter 1 - The First Time.

Castiel * POV *:

I was sitting with Dean in the car and he drove on the road, without a specific Target or a reference to his next stop.
Dean kept his gaze fastened on the road.

I go about my thoughts. Several questions tormented me, which I had no answer to which could give me any answers.

Raphael lag right? God had turned his back on this world? Us down? Was it Lucifer was that I had brought back? I was just a pawn in the game between heaven and hell? Cannon fodder in the bloody feud between two brothers?

Dean looked at me concerned to.

"All right, Cas?"

I said nothing. What was wrong? I could not find an answer. The world was before it burst and I could not do anything.

Dean sighed.

"Listen, I was usually the first to say who would you want your little crusade is madness. But I know what it's like a father to have the missing. "

I continued to stare at the street. Dean's words made no sense.

"What do you mean?" I asked, holding my gaze straight ahead.

"I mean, there were times when I was looking for my father, even though all logic said that he was dead," Dean looked at me searchingly. I noticed from the corner of my eye. Dean focused back on the road and went on. "But in my heart, I knew that he was still alive"

I was thinking. Dean's words made sense. He understood, in part. Suffered even lower. Dean continued:

"Come on, Cas, who cares, what does such a Ninja Turtle, what do you think is true?" Dean looked at me again and I did not know what I should respond. Did not know where my father was or what was with him.

I realized that Dean had not asked me what I knew, but what I did ... I did it for? I still believe? I closed my eyes and yes. My faith was unshaken.

"I think he's out there," I answered firmly.

"Well, go and find him." Dean looked back to me, and this time our eyes met. I did not know what, but something bothered me, something was missing in Dean's green. It was as if a void would reign in them.

"What about you?" I asked anxiously.

"With me?" Dean laughed resignedly on .

"I do not know, honestly. I'm doing good. I can not believe I'm saying this, but I'm doing really well. "At the words I looked back at Dean, and noticed that he smiled.

Dean said the truth?

? "Even without your brother"

Dean's eyes were dark, his face hard and he pressed the syllables more through his clenched teeth as he said that:

"Especially without my brother." I looked at him, lies in its attempt Eyes visible. What I was hearing, I did not believe him. No. I knew these two brothers now for over a year. saw how they had held together, have supported themselves as they have grown apart. But I never would have come in the sense that they would both be better off alone. Still, they would feel comfortable there.

"I have spent so much time trying to make me worry about that bastard, that ..."

Dean's thoughts wandered off shortly. He sighed

"I mean, I had more fun with you in the last twenty-four hours, as with Sam in the last years! And you are not just fun. "

Dean's mouth hovered around an unrepentant smile. Was he satisfied? Why are people for only so complicated?

"It's funny - I was so clinging to my family, but now that I'm alone ... damn, I'm happy!"

I thought about what Dean had said about his brother.

Was it really true? I had him rated so wrong?

I looked at him. As so often he did not notice it.

time was a bit strange. People saw in just a few moments only. But an angel could feel for a moment like an eternity or take whole decades only a split to pass around. We did not take the time, they held on to us. Just as in that moment. For Dean, he seemed to be not even a moment, but for me he was not shorter than one hour, one day a year.

angel had gifts. I lost some when I fell, but the mind-reading was left to me.

Should I do it?
had I never read his thoughts, I wanted from his actions and his words out to make a picture. Not enter his head. Not that he would notice it.
No, he would not. But that trust was broken. I know of.
only once. Just to know whether he lied to me.

I concentrated. Suddenly, I felt it. I felt Dean, his thought and action. I felt
Happiness. Relief. Satisfaction?

No! It could not be that he thought so, it had some give in it, the back with Sam wanted to be together.

I dug deeper. His primal. His subconscious.
It hit me like a flash, as it were, his fears of losing Sam to see the world destroyed. His fault, he would have to stop Sammy, it would have to protect from the demons, his shame that he broke the first seal that he disappointed his father had that much longer the Torture when he had resisted.

It became more and more. I saw pictures aufflimmern, and something was different, I could not listen. Wanted from his thoughts out. Never before have the thoughts and feelings were a man for me too much. I withdrew. My eyes were stubbornly focused on the road. My heart beat up to the neck. My hands began to shake.

What was going on here? The ... that was not normal.

I had to get out. It got worse. I could not breathe. I flew away, out of the car, away from Dean and his thoughts.

Dean turned to Castiel and wanted to say something. But he only heard his wings and looked at an empty seat

, I hope you find your father. "

Dean drove to get to the next town, the nearest Note on a new job.



Castiel flew to the sky, wanted to return, but only after he realized that he could not go back. He landed on an already harvested field. What should he do? Earlier he had gone to heaven Short and his symptoms, his questions were been clarified.
still beat his heart to the neck. In a revelation he could not now hope. Another lost skill.
He had to pull themselves together. It should clarify itself. It had something to do with Dean, his thoughts. But what was it?

, I feel pity? Mourning for his position in this world? His life is just a mess. ? Was this my idea or Deans'

Castiel looked at his hands, they had ceased to tremble. His heart calmed down again. Then he ran over a boiling hot showers. He had just left Dean. Although he knew that Dean had no one, except maybe Bobby. His father had died for him. Sam was somewhere and Dean did not know what he was doing. He was alone. Except for him, Castiel. , And I leave him without a word. Without an explanation.

, I have perhaps made him happier? '
Was he so happy and relieved because he could be back at ease?

Castiel wanted to go back. Buy it! Dean asked what he could do for him, so he's better ginge. Ein Freund sein.

‚ Ich hatte noch nie einen Menschen zum Freund. ’

Als er seine Flügel ausbreitete und los flog, ging gerade die Sonne auf. Ihre Strahlen verwandelten das Feld in eine goldene Ebene, als sie durch die Wolken brachen. Ein kleiner Junge, vermutlich das Kind des Farmers, war gerade am Feldrand angekommen. Er sah die sich ausspannenden Flügel von drei Schritt Spannweite und wie sich ein Mann in die Lüfte erhob. Bevor er verschwand, leuchteten seine Flügel schneeweiß auf und schlugen einmal. Dann war er verschwunden. Der Junge würde sich noch bis zu seinem Tod an diesen Moment erinnern. Als the man was gone, he knew it. He had seen an angel.

tbc