Chapter 14 - Nightmares
3 hours later
* Dean's POV: *
I drove the Impala along the highway. Always south. I was in no hurry, I did not even know where exactly I wanted to go. Crowley could put this anywhere and Bobby was always better in tracking down demons as I have been.
I enjoyed the ride, the window was cranked down and the wind was underlined through the face. It was unusually warm for early December, but to me it should be right.
10 minutes ago we had crossed the border into Iowa. Cas was sitting right next to me and although I was accustomed to ride along with Sam, so it was with Cas but completely different. It is quieter. Cas had changed since we were set off maybe three words with me. Not that I do something about it had to go quietly. I was even right. I just liked the feeling of how the road under my feet seemed to glide away. But even now, and I was a bit scared to talk with Cas I would not have been averse. Although I was still embarrassed about what had happened and I wish with all my heart, it would never happen, yet something in me seemed to want to Cas. A small spot of my conscience followed the half-truth. With all my heart ... no more the most part. Because a little part of me reveled already back on the memories of how wonderful it had been with Cas and I had felt as strongly attracted to him. But when we had been ready and I again had blood in my upper floors had, because I did not even quite sure how I had come in such a situation. Why had it in me makes animal affected by Cas and be kissed. I just shook his head as if I could sell it all.
Ok, maybe I had 4 hours my first gay adventure had in my life and maybe I had enjoyed it. But once is no good. And I will certainly not be just as out of control.
3 hours later
Still no word had come down. The Impala was quiet. Only the irregular Jokes and occasional roar of the engine when I was accelerating to hear. Cas had fallen into a strange torpor. He sat for hours in the same position, like a statue. His right arm was leaning against the door while his left rested loosely on the arms. His gaze was fixed out the window and had drifted, as if he was deep in thought. He was still wearing my black shirt, so his arms were free. That meant, each time I had to press the gear shift, I inevitably slipped his arm. The tension that erupted here was me once in the stomach, and seemed all the sleeping Butterflies awaken. But that was not the only one. I caught that I looked up every few minutes Cas. Looked to see if he was still there. And every time I looked at his thoughtful face, my heart jumped a little higher.
GOD, Dean! Tear up the belt! I blamed myself and focused back on the road. Suddenly, my stomach growled, reminding me that he had received had been for ages any more. I reached automatically for the glove compartment and took out one of the chocolate cereal bars that were still inside. When I closed the glove compartment, I felt something. Castiel had his hand down on my forearm. I looked at him, but he saw me in the eye. His look was just hung over the arm of his lap and his hand that stroked. Dreamy and absent, he stroked it.
SHIT! I could not help it, I closed my eyes and let the heat glide through my arm, hands Castiel sent out. Could feel it from his hands directly into my arm and my shoulders crept up. I realized how life came into my pants. My cock twitched several times and that's it for me. Panic I pulled my hand back over to me, it got the Impala violently into a spin, but after a moment of shock I had it back under control.
My eyes were stubbornly focused on the road. I would not look now Cas. I was too chicken. I knew I could not bear to see the disappointment in the big blue eyes. Knowing that I had him hurt again.
with the teeth I ripped the packaging and spat out the rest of the paper out the window. While I ate the chocolate bar, I noticed that my arm still tingled. Moment? Was the stronger? In fact, with every second that passed, felt I clearly had the tingling where Castiel had touched me, where was his big warm hand stroked me.
I counted to ten in my head and tried to get my body back under control.
It failed miserably. The tingling was still there and itch, as did stop it only when Cas' hands to "place" was. Now and as for my cock. Who was already at half mast and I slipped out and restless herzuzaubern ago to somewhere in the denim bursts, but in vain. Shortly my eyes jumped from the street and risk a Look to Castiel, who had an indefinable expression on his face. But that was not what made me worry. He looked at me. Directly, as if he had only just noticed that I was next. I ignored it.
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds, I checked whether he still looked at me.
4 seconds, jap, still.
5 seconds, ok, now I do fear slowly Cas.
10 seconds.
I was the last straw. I went to the emergency lane and turned off the engine. Then I turned around and looked him directly to Cas in the face and tried to speak calmly.
"Ok, Cas, what the hell is wrong with you? "I asked with a firm undertone.
Castiel eyebrows drew together slightly.
"What should be with me?" Came his reply and Castiel look flashed across my face as if he would find something that angered me so.
"How would I know, but until you speak a word to me and whipped for 6 hours drive through the desert."
"I thought," fell into my word Cas. I thought he would turn away immediately, expected this so typical of human movement. But Cas looked at me still. Banned from anything. I touched his nose and just stroked my face. Maybe I had something stuck in it so or so.
"Did you talk about?" Castiel asked suddenly.
I took my hands from her face. Castiel looked skeptical eyes.
"God! Cas' view is even worse than Sam's. These large, curious and questioning and glittering-No I do not just think, "I took me back to reason.
"Um, no, not really, so do not understand this wrong now."
"Why should I understand this wrong?"
I touched her temple, she massaged short to counteract increasing my headaches.
husband, Cas can be real tough ... Well, at least I can not connect with him put my foot ... not that he would notice.
"Forget it," I waved him off and was about to start the engine, as Cas asked me again.
"Why you did not want to talk, Dean?" He looked out the window as he spoke, and when he finished, he looked curious to me.
I let go of the key and sank back into the driver's seat. I met Castiel questioning look. I was curious: why Cas asked me that?
"Hm, well, I like it some day when it's quiet. The fact that I can think. And I'm never happy to drive the car anyway. In most cases, only the street gave me and my car with good music, "I replied, and brought at the end, even want an honest smile. And I could not believe my
eyes when I saw Cas grinned at me wide.
"What?" I asked nervously. Why the hell was I nervous?
"I also like to do," said Cas, still grinning.
Now I was confused. "You like my music?"
"No, I like to think too. Easy times for me to be. Castiel got an odd look. He stared into the distance and I saw something almost like homesickness in his eyes. Then he grinned at me.
"I think we probably have something in common."
"Seems so," I replied, grunting, but I too was smiling now. Cas was able to enjoy the funniest things. We looked at a smile. No one broke the eye contact. At some point, and I pushed the probably bad chocolate bars, put my brain back, and I asked myself, why do we actually smiled at us ...
I looked away. Suddenly I came back Cas' words in mind.
"We have something in common."
I frowned. Attempted
Cas about to flirt with me? This idea was so absurd that I even set the silence spoke with my lips. But no, it still made no sense. As
I watched Cas, this still sparkled. Beamed at me. Well, it made sense ...
"Um, ok, that explains why you have not said anything. But why have you staring at me so? "
Cas was confused. I looked at him. This look if it was something so completely incomprehensible.
"This is a stupid question," Cas said simply.
"What? No it's not! "I denied.
"And you do not you should start to complain about stupid questions." I could not help but grin and boxed Cas chummy on the shoulder.
"I would need until next week, I would be your" stupid "questions you want to list."
Cas grin did not disappear. But I saw that he was concerned at one time.
"Yes, I suppose you're right." Cas laughed briefly and looked at his hands.
"I'll give you probably far too often on the nerves." His voice was uncertain.
I saw it and grabbed it with my right arm at the shoulder and a friendly a few times gently struck it.
"Yes, you definitely do." Cas' view widened. But before he fell into a panic, I went on.
"But does not even bother you, I'll help 'you make the right questions." When I saw Cas shine once started at these words, made my heart skip a beat. Only briefly but it was enough to awaken the butterflies in me. My arm was still about Castiel shoulder. Pressed gently. Only when I felt the heat and tingling in my fingertips began to crawl up, I pulled my arm away. I again fully aware how close I Castiel was moved up again ... and how well it is back filled had ... damn!
"Cas So, why is it a stupid question? Tell me, why are you staring at me? "
Cas sighed as an adult that a child should face the obvious.
He turned his head toward me and looked me directly with them to kneel blue eyes
"Dean, I've looked at you because you're beautiful."
I could feel the heat slowly but steadily high crept into my head. Spread out and throbbed and my head literally transformed into a deep scarlet.
"I, me, you .... WHAT? " It was babbling from me.
"Dean, I said I've looked at you because"
"Yeah, I've seen you before but ..." I fell into his word. God, how could something like Cas me say in the face ... I mean NEN guy says to another guy, this "beautiful" is. Yet I could not deny that it had not pleased me. The butterflies turned Formula One race in my belly.
Why? Why damn had to happen to me?
I beat furiously against the steering wheel. My frustration from swelled. In fear I might hurt my baby I took myself together and stroked it tenderly.
What was so bad there? Cas found myself holding pretty. I was not a prude and he meant it not as safe as we would normally understand it. Suddenly I saw
that Cas' hand was very close to my cheek. I flinched, but Cas was undeterred. He just put it gently against my face.
"And I think when your head as coloring," he tenderly stroked my cheek bones and probably unconsciously licked his lips, "Then makes up the only even more desirable."
My heart had just turned on the turbo speed. Like a jackhammer struck in my chest and I could only swallow with difficulty.
Ok, he means it actually * SO *! I grabbed his hand and solve them wanted. Wanted to have control over me. But I could not. Instead, I now had surrounded his hand and enjoyed just as it was pressed against my soft skin. I drifted off, and even closed my eyes. Cas made no move to stop me. He let me.
I awoke from my stiff, I felt like I was rock hard. I glanced at my crotch and saw how my stand more clearly as a bulged against the fabric.
shit! What am I doing here? I took Castiel hand from my face and adjusted me again half-way in the seat I could not see Cas in the eye. It was so embarrassing, God. I started the engine and drove off. Shortly after we were back on the road, I watched Cas. He again had this dreamy and pensive expression.
I cleared my throat briefly.
"Thank you, you know ..." I babbled way too quiet and indistinct, but when I saw Cas began to grin broadly as he looked outside, I knew he had me very well understood. I said no more. Just went on. Tried to ignore the feeling in me that gnawed at me, and swelled. The feeling that Cas could be more than just an adventure. But as was so with things that ignore one tries to think I could the rest of the ride in anything else.
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Castiel looked at his hand just yet Deans face was affected. But what it Many more will was what was then Dean's words , He said thank you. " A smile played Castiel lips as he realized that Dean liked it when Castiel told him what he felt. What did Castiel in it. They drove for a while. Then when Dean repeatedly rub their eyes and had already felt that his eyelids were heavy, he looked for the nearest motel. It was not long before he drove the Impala into the parking lot of the Lucky Star Motel.
"Ok, Cas, end of shift. I need sleep. We continue tomorrow. "
Dean looked nervously Castiel and then rose from reluctantly. Castiel followed Dean's example. Dean graduated from the Impala. He took only his wallet with the false statements. The bag he would not need it for the night. He went to the reception. Castiel followed him. As always, he was far too close to Dean are. Their shoulders touched and Dean could feel the heat that Castiel sent out.
, Hmmm, I never thought that I would even be glad that Cas has nothing of personal space. " went, there suddenly Dean through the head before he could stop himself.
Before he himself could come back, we were already the receptionist.
"Jaaah?" Said the young man again. He was chewing on a chewing gum and, accordingly, was his pronunciation.
"Um, a room for the night."
The man reached for a key.
king size bed? "
Dean, who was not surprised anymore, no power and had leisure to get excited. He just wanted to sleep a few hours and morning proceeding.
"Yes, fits right," Dean said, and grabbed the keys. Then he headed for the room with quick steps.
Castiel, who had seen everything and been quiet, was not to embarrass Dean to again like last time, followed him excited.
He would jump in the air can do, so happy he was.
, Dean has not excited when the man had proposed the double bed. Does that mean that we repeat it now? Does this mean I can touch him again, kiss him and feel? "
It tingled all over Castiel excitement. His hand trembled in anticipation.
, Dean ran almost even. He can hardly expect. "Castiel started in a burst of euphoria. Castiel thought more, and he would lose the ground under their feet.
They reached the door. Dean stopped and turned to Castiel. Then he put his hand back on Castiel forehead and one hand against his cheek.
Go "are you okay? You do not feel bad or dizzy? "
Castiel sighed under the touch and closed his eyes. Dean's hands were incredibly soft. Almost tenderly they touched his skin.
"no. I'm doing great, "Castiel replied dreamily.
, Dean is worried about me. He wants that I feel good. " Castiel opened his eyes and looked at Dean.
"Well, ok." Dean took his hands from Castiel's face and gave him a slap against his shoulder
"Then we'll see you tomorrow, right? And not do anything stupid. "
do this was Dean of the door and disappeared inside. Castiel, just wanted to follow only saw how the door shut in his face. He heard the chattering like a chain and fell to the castle.
He was locked out.
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Dean slammed the door and pushed quickly to the padlock. His hands trembled and he hesitated to leave the door open. He quickly left the pin still fall into the lock.
, God, Cas I must keep a giant asshole! " Dean ran his erratic through his hair and moved quickly away from the door.
Damn it I do it just to stay away from him. God, it was just once again almost been ready. I wanted so much to him a hug, let me fall, let me catch ... 'As Dean saw his reflection, was it bad.
, but I did not want to think so. This must stop and that RIGHT NOW! " yelled to Dean on inside.
He took a deep breath and calm again. He gulped down all these thoughts, feelings and desires. Locked them in a box. A box that was already too full. But Dean knew how to place managed to still get something clean. He sat on the bed and put his wallet and keys on the bedside table. Then he pulled his flask from his jacket and took a big gulp. He introduced him to the other items on the bedside table. Then he took off his leather jacket and stretched once extensively that his bones cracked shortly. Dean looked at the pillow and fear gripped him. He did not sleep again, did not return. But here too, something was there. Dean attacked again after the flask and emptied it in half.
, morning I need something designed, I'd rather leave something in there. "
Then Dean felt like the Scotch in his throat, ran down and brought warmth in his stomach. Dean noted as etched, but also how it calmed him.
, the thing is really an all rounder. "
This has allowed the Dean slide into the pillow. He did not bother to continue to move out. He lay simply in jeans and T-shirt on the bed. Then he slowly drifted away in his sleep ... feared his nightmares.
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Castiel stood still for several minutes before the door uncertain whether this was just happening.
Hat, Dean locked myself out really? He knows how I feel for him, he knows that I want to be near him. And the car ride. The arrival here, everything. It was good. This time I have done nothing. Nothing that has not enjoyed Dean or shamed him. "
Castiel was slowly his fingers over the wood that separated him from Dean.
, it's no problem ... but Dean does not want me in there have. I will not be with him. "
entering Castiel walked away from the door. He went to the barbecue area of the motel and stopped in front of a stone bench stand.
anger crept up in him. His hands clenched fists as if by magic.
, Dean has probably taken me literally. Angels do not sleep. So I can just wait out here until Dean comes out again? '
Castiel closed his eyes and put his head back, trying this feeling this rage, to bring under control.
But the only thing that happened was that he was again angry with himself.
, I wanted too much again ... this touch. Dean did not mean he's not ready and I urge him. I'm so stupid! "
The anger seemed to leave his body. He opened his eyes and the moon could be seen just as a thin crescent. Before Castiel eyes came out the memories of the car. As Dean had touched him. How he had placed in his hand. As he stuttered and had turned red.
rushed at once again the rage in Castiel. Nothing was forgotten. Nothing was his fault.
, Why are you doing this to me Dean! Why do you do to yourself that? Is it so wrong that I touch you? Is it so wrong that all that I desire is to give you security? "
Castiel whole body was trembling now. And he could not hold anymore.
, Dean says he wants me and two moments later, I'm like the plague for it! He thinks only of himself Dean, DEAN, DEAN! Why do you walk me not finally out of my head! '
During this last thought Castiel was disengaged. In his rage he had blindly stepped on a stone bench, which broke crashing and cracking in half. In the dim light of street lights could be seen slowly spreading its wings. Threatening, they extended themselves to strike just moments later. The lights of the lanterns exploded in the same heartbeat. Sparks flew out wide and strewn Castiel body and face. His face, marked by anger and disappointment.
, How I come from you get rid of Dean? How? '
Castiel did not know if it was the darkness that surrounded him now or that he was just simply too weak. But suddenly he felt like he was drawn to Dean. Every fiber of his body screamed for Dean wanted him. Castiel desperate.
, He does not want me yet! Why can not I resign? "
But the desire remained, he continued to relentlessly drilled. Castiel Dean once believed to be heard. As he moaned. As he whispered. But it was different. Everything was different. He noted that he no Felt desire. This much-present feeling that what he had with Dean forever.
met Eiskalt Castiel knowledge.
Dean was in danger! Without thinking Castiel
sprinted to the room. He stopped at the door and put his ear to it. He listened as Dean groaned. As he begged for help.
Castiel no longer hesitated. He briefly stretched his wings and the next second he was in the room.
Dean was lying on the bed and tossed restlessly from side to side. His eyes were tightly shut and Castiel could see how the Eyes frantically moving under the lids.
"No, no! I will not let me, "moaned Dean unclear.
Castiel was immediately on the bed and he tried to calm Dean somehow.
, he has a nightmare. I have to calm him down. Should I wake him? "
Dean's breathing became more and more hectic. As if to run away from something.
* Dean's POV: *
Shortly after I had fallen into sleep, I felt it again. The suction that pulled me inexorably into the abyss. I could feel the floor is opened beneath me. I tried everything to keep me here, on the surface. My hands were scratching on the ground and I clutched firmly with all my strength. But it was as always in vain. I was drawn down and fell.
fell back into the hell home.
I opened it and just blackness enveloped me. The first thing I heard back was the drop. Like a rain shower that never ended. Large and heavy drops splashed down. The air was filled with the smell and taste of iron. But only briefly, until again the old familiar burnt flesh to be mixed. My eyelids
fluttered briefly and I saw on a table ... no it was a torture Reck. As the scorpion stung I jumped up and wanted to get away from it.
No, I could not have dreamed again ... no, I damn, why? Why can not it be true?
"Well Deano? Are you awake again? I have re-refined souls for you. "
I turned and saw the grimace of Alistair. His face, you should call it that, was a single landscape of scars. He was bald, stood out from which only few small bits of horn. His eyelids and lips were removed. His teeth sharper than that of a vampire. And his eyes were universally white. This terrible cruel white.
"Or do not you? We can also make you cancel your package. "Alistair came closer to Dean. And now whispered with his lipless mouth against Dean's ear.
"I must admit, I miss your screams ... your pain, you were my masterpiece!" Purred Alistair. To me it sent shivers down my spine. No back to the draw? Never again, I'd had enough.
"No, Give me what you got there. "
" Hm, always eagerly ... "the demon smacked enjoyable and clapped their hands. Then he pulled it to her. A girl, more than 15 years old. She screamed and fought, but against the grip of the demon she could not do anything. In seconds, she was strapped to the horizontal bar and Dean they circled. Wondered how he could torture them, as he had to torture them.
"Come on, do it!" Alistair I pushed my "instruments".
I reached for the instruments, but my hands were shaking. I did not want more, I could not.
Alistair was instantly at my side
"Well, now spread cut and not feel like? Hm? "
Dean shook Alistair. Went to the head of the girl.
"No I, I ..." sang
"Oh-Dean" Alistair in a cruel tone.
"You will probably still back on the high bar."
No, nothing makes me go back there. Nothing!
I imagined a lever and he appeared. I drew him on and below the horizontal bar, a tub opened with highly concentrated sulfuric acid. I pressed the little wind and the horizontal bar was lowered slowly. Closer and closer to totbringenden acid.
I'm so sorry, I, I ...
was a muffled call me stop. Far be it echoed in my head.
"Dean wake up!"
The voice was deep and strong. Sure. I knew there where that voice was, I was sure. But as I waited for the voice came again, I was disappointed. Before Alistair could punish me, I continued. Finally, I dipped the corner in the acid. It was therefore inclined to the feet were first at it.
The screams began immediately. Grell and they both came from her throat and burned itself into my soul. Another piece of burnt beyond recognition. But I did not stop, let them continue in the acid bath. I continued my relentless torture. While the girls screamed themselves hoarse. They kicked and twitched trying with all his might to escape the pain. But without success. Relentlessly, she was bound to the high bar, which is now up to their Breast in the acid went. Her screams died away, as the acid ate away her lungs. At their ankles was little more meat on it and you already saw the white bone. She bit her lip and blood from flowing out. Even more blood.
Then came the voice again.
"DEAN!" echoed, this time louder and I stopped. But this time Alistair had no patience.
"Go on," he shouted, his voice thundered in the hall along, seemed to displace the other. I wanted to continue, but the voice in my head did not give up.
"Dean! What about you? Why do not you wake up? Come back! Please! " And this time it hit me like a punch in the stomach. Vigorously spread the feeling of warmth in me. I felt again. For so long. I wanted to follow the voice, but already I hit the steel spines whip Alistair and tore my back in a single blow. I dropped to my knees and my hand slipped from the unfavorable winds. The draw immediately crashed into the acid bath. And the girl was now completely covered. She opened her mouth for a silent scream but only more acid came into her lungs and stomach. It was now etched from the inside out. Her skin was peeling off, and quickly died away their movements. Finally replaced with a clear plop * * one of the eyeballs, and drove to the surface. The optic nerve was also associated in part, and wriggled like a scourge in the water.
But the pain inside of me was nothing compared to the euphoria over the previously experienced feeling.
I stood on shaky, trying to off coming from the rack. Wanted to vote.
The voice that had awakened something in me, away from pain and hate.
I ducked out from under Alistair next swing and there it was again, the voice, warm and gentle this time: "Come on! You're safe, it will happen to you! "
The view swam before my eyes and it began to spin everything. Alistair grew seemed to be at once three heads. I leaned against the wall. No, not a real wall. That did not exist here. I felt the putrid flesh, when my hand is supported against the torso. A many of which were stacked several meters high. Their heads were missing. And her limbs were ripped from the wounds and blood and pus oozed out that the "walls" and went down in the ankle-deep on the ground mixed liquor. When I looked up to calm my dizziness I saw the wire network, which between the "walls" was tense. Clung to the missing heads and they were the source of the heavy rain that filled the air with iron and watered the torture chamber in the blood. The voices of Alistair and the stranger were worse. More they blended into each other. And the more they did it the worse my headache and were turning. Until finally it began to collapse on me. The corpses were going to bury me. But always there was a flicker and I saw something entirely different. Saw a wooden ceiling. Saw a man who looked down on me. There were only a flash impressions, which were repeated over and the ever more rapid sequence. But one thing I could hold in the chaos.
At One thing I could think.
These blue eyes. Worried about someone. I knew that if I go there, where those eyes are. I'm sure. Then I'm free.
I felt already as the weight of the torso I pressed the air out of the lungs and the moment I tore open my eyes and saw a bright flash. My environment literally shattered and I was sitting upright in a bed in a room that I did not know.
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Dean was high with a startled cry and sat rigid and upright in bed. Castiel was beside him. Laid a hand on Dean's back. The other ran hastily over his heart. This suggested violent and faster than it had ever experienced Castiel.
, this can not well be! '
Deans had also been suspended respiration after the scream and his eyes darted around the room confused. But Castiel could not bear to see more of. Without thinking about what Dean wanted and what he would allow him to acting Castiel. He did what Dean needed.
He Deans face in his hands, clasped it and pulled it into view. He spoke again softly and gently to Dean.
"You're Dean in safety. You will not do anything. Do you hear Dean? You are looking at security. "
Castiel Dean's eye passed through, as if he did not know him.
, Who is it? What am I doing here? "
, I'm here with him! I've done it, I, I'm safe ... I'm free ... ' Dean could not think clearly and take everything from breathing was not to speak. He just looked lost in the blue eyes. Heard the voice that had saved him. From the reflex of fear he might return again, he grabbed the man set before him and pressed herself against him. When he radiates heat the body sensed and the pure fragrance rose to his nose, believed Dean, his head would explode. Memories flooded him. From the man Castiel, the angel who saved him. With which he had experienced so much.
, Cas, I always call him Cas' it occurred to Dean and he inhaled sharply. Rough brutal and filled his lungs, but Dean did not notice the pain, because with the new oxygen were also new memories.
As Castiel had trusted him. As he had died for Dean. As he had kissed Dean. And was locked out as Castiel Dean.
Shit, what's he doing here? I, I'm so dazed but shit, why ...?'
Dean tore himself away from Castiel. His breathing was now adjusted to his heartbeat. Hectic his chest rose and fell. The dream was always to be present in Dean and he wanted to get away from it. He automatically reached for his hip flask. He wanted to drown the bad experience just in itself. Just before he reached him, holding his wrist firmly Castiel. Stopped him.
"Hey, Cas, what? Let me go! "
But Cas did not let go. Iron hand he held Deans caught.
, why does Dean drink again? This brings nothing. It takes him only destroy it. Does he not know that I will protect him? Does not he know that he is safe with me? "
Dean kicked. He could already feel like his nightmare came forth again. The memories of it. The screams, the smell and the mutilation. It was present again and penetrated more in Dean's mind. Dean began to struggle to connect. He wanted to fight free at all costs. He would not go back down there. Down there, where he was this terrible Things had to do.
Castiel was worried.
, Dean defends Why so? What's wrong with him? How come he do not calm yourself, then? If the memories are still so strong? How can I show him is that he is safe with me? "
Castiel pulled Dean closely toward him. He ignored Dean's fury. He just took her in his arms and held him with her. His left hand was laid on his lower back and held him. While his right hand gently began to stroke Dean's neck.
Dean clutched tightly to Castiel shoulder and he tried to push away with all their might. But it was in vain. Cas held him and Dean was not able to free himself.
, What is wrong with Cas, why he can not leave me alone? Why can not ... '
"Quiet, Dean, I'm with you, do you hear? You need not fear. You'll never hinmüssen there again. "Gentle whisper these words into Castiel Dean's ear. Reiterated its contents again and again like a mantra. He stroked more reassuring Dean's neck.
Dean stopped the fighting and he expressed not as strong against Castiel. His breathing was still too fast and Deans heart was pounding in his chest.
, What makes da Cas? He can go after all. I'm awake I, I ... 'Suddenly Dean re
felt the maelstrom that threatened to devour him. But Castiel went on talking soothingly to him.
"No, Cas, let me me, you, you do not need, do you hear? I can do it alone, "Dean wanted to sound decisive, but his voice was riddled with anxiety and panic. He pushed and fought back strongly, but was one that Castiel. Dean
He hugged tighter and it began. Castiel stretched its wings. Gently, he embraced them with Dean's body. He raised his head and looked at Dean's surprised him in his eyes.
"Dean, do not worry. I saved up and I will never let you go back have to. Never again! "Castiel murmured with his rough and sorrow filled voice. He easily nudged against Dean's nose with his. On either side of her forehead touched.
close So ... ', thought both synchronously.
"I'll protect you, Dean!"
Cas said this not only. Dean felt it, he knew it. When this heat is spread in it. This heat which his panic sales.
, Cas I will not let you down. He can protect me and, and ... with him I'm sure. " The moment he felt the first time Castiel wing. They stripped him of his arms and back. easily tickled in his knees. Dean moved away from Castiel view and buried his face in his neck flexion.
Castiel knew how things changed. Dean, who seconds earlier tried with all my strength had push away Castiel, now clutched in his shirt and pulled him close in itself. Pressed itself like a drowning man to Castiel body. Dean's body trembled and Castiel, began again to stroke Dean. He did not use his tricks to calm Dean. Castiel was too much agitated about Dean's condition was, as he had remembered. However, it was effective. Quickly disappeared and the tremor was Dean pulse seemed to normalize. pressed
As Dean of Castiel, he had to. He let go, let himself fall. He trembled with fear. Prior to that, what awaited him. He was one of his Tears do not stop. She quickly ran down his face and moistened Castiel shirt. Several others followed.
But Castiel was there. He was there and caught him.
Dean's breathing calmed down. And the warmth and gentle hands Castiel who did went up and down on Dean's body, the rest closed his heavy eyelids. He was dragged out and fell back to sleep. But this time, no suction was there. This time, Dean felt the closeness of Castiel. The soft wings around him before he came, as if on air. They thought he was far removed from the maelstrom of hell. He was safe. He was finally free.
Before long, Dean drifted away. His hands relaxed, but Castiel did not solve the embrace. He lay there Sun Right next to Dean. Enclosed and protected in his wings. Rau whispered Castiel further into Dean's ear.
"You are safe ... I will watch over you ... I am always with you."
Dean was only a pleasant hum of itself. Buried his face deeper into Castiel and mumbled sleepy and quiet.
"Hmm, my Cas ..." Then he fell asleep. His quiet breathing filled the room. Castiel smiled Deans and stroked on the neck.
, he called me "his Cas. So, Dean feels something for me. "
Then Castiel put his lips close to Dean's ear. He whispered, almost silently, "Sleep well, Dean."
The warm breath brushed over Dean's neck and Castiel watched as Dean got goose bumps. But Castiel knew. This time it was a good sign. This time he had done the right thing.
TB ...
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