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Title: Revelations
Author: Spacemonkey
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447
Pairing: Dean/Castiel if you squint
Summary: His chest was tight, constricted and the vessel’s heart beat at an irregular speed. Castiel was not sure why, but it had been that way for a time.
Notes: I haven't been able to write anything for a month, a MONTH, and it's been hurting like crazy. So this was nice. Just a quick little diddy. Spoilers for Ep 4X16.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of Supernatural, any associated entites, or any copywrited material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copywrited material.
His chest was tight, constricted and the vessel’s heart beat at an irregular speed. Castiel was not sure why. It had been that way for a time, since Dean had stepped into that room with the intent to maim.
The feeling was stronger, when he turned from Sam and found Dean. Bloodied, lying on the ground. His breathing was scarce and Castiel sought out his heartbeat and found it unsatisfactory.
“Dean.” The word left his lips, stilted and Sam turned then, acknowledged his brother.
“Oh god.” Sam was at Dean’s side in moments, hands cradling Dean’s head, and Castiel willed himself to approach slowly; to rush forward would be unjust. “Dean. Dean, c’mon on, wake up. Hey.”
“He will deteriorate if not attended to.” Castiel observed Dean’s chest rise and fall, reached further inside and found his soul dimming. “Die.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Sam’s voice was deep, angry. Shaking from the force of it all, and something entirely different. Castiel frowned, and his chest constricted further. “Need to get him to the hospital.”
“I will help-”
“I don’t need your help!”
Castiel pursed his lips and watched as Sam gathered his brother awkwardly into his arms. He headed for the door. For Dean’s car, Castiel realized. Dean’s soul grew duller still, and Castiel shook his head.
“There is no time,” he said, and gripped Dean’s arm tightly. Sam would follow slowly in the car, Castiel knew. And he would be furious.
Dean was a feather in his arms, and he gave up his burden to a woman whose nametag read Sue. He watched, from the shadows, as the humans removed Dean’s clothing and used instruments that were foreign to him. Castiel found himself wanting. To step forward. To break the rules he had been set and heal Dean by his own hand.
Disobedience. He could be tainted by it. Angels had fallen for less. Castiel breathed in deep, trying to lessen the pressure in his chest, his vessel’s chest, and it was strange. He did not require breath.
The feeling left him when Dean’s soul shone brighter, and Castiel did not understand until he spoke with Sam in the hallway. Castiel witnessed his behaviour and recognized his own symptoms as he sensed the blood pumping through Sam’s veins – and hers – leading towards a heart that would not calm itself.
He left.
He let it be until the words could be contained no longer, and they were spoken to Anna. “For the first time, I feel . . .”
Castiel did not finish. Did not let the word fear be uttered from his lips. Anna would believe she understood. But she feared only for herself.
Author: Spacemonkey
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447
Pairing: Dean/Castiel if you squint
Summary: His chest was tight, constricted and the vessel’s heart beat at an irregular speed. Castiel was not sure why, but it had been that way for a time.
Notes: I haven't been able to write anything for a month, a MONTH, and it's been hurting like crazy. So this was nice. Just a quick little diddy. Spoilers for Ep 4X16.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual person is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).
Any mention of Supernatural, any associated entites, or any copywrited material pertaining therein is reasonably protected by the Fair Use Rule of the United States Copyright Act of 1976, and is not intended to infringe upon any copywrited material.
His chest was tight, constricted and the vessel’s heart beat at an irregular speed. Castiel was not sure why. It had been that way for a time, since Dean had stepped into that room with the intent to maim.
The feeling was stronger, when he turned from Sam and found Dean. Bloodied, lying on the ground. His breathing was scarce and Castiel sought out his heartbeat and found it unsatisfactory.
“Dean.” The word left his lips, stilted and Sam turned then, acknowledged his brother.
“Oh god.” Sam was at Dean’s side in moments, hands cradling Dean’s head, and Castiel willed himself to approach slowly; to rush forward would be unjust. “Dean. Dean, c’mon on, wake up. Hey.”
“He will deteriorate if not attended to.” Castiel observed Dean’s chest rise and fall, reached further inside and found his soul dimming. “Die.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Sam’s voice was deep, angry. Shaking from the force of it all, and something entirely different. Castiel frowned, and his chest constricted further. “Need to get him to the hospital.”
“I will help-”
“I don’t need your help!”
Castiel pursed his lips and watched as Sam gathered his brother awkwardly into his arms. He headed for the door. For Dean’s car, Castiel realized. Dean’s soul grew duller still, and Castiel shook his head.
“There is no time,” he said, and gripped Dean’s arm tightly. Sam would follow slowly in the car, Castiel knew. And he would be furious.
Dean was a feather in his arms, and he gave up his burden to a woman whose nametag read Sue. He watched, from the shadows, as the humans removed Dean’s clothing and used instruments that were foreign to him. Castiel found himself wanting. To step forward. To break the rules he had been set and heal Dean by his own hand.
Disobedience. He could be tainted by it. Angels had fallen for less. Castiel breathed in deep, trying to lessen the pressure in his chest, his vessel’s chest, and it was strange. He did not require breath.
The feeling left him when Dean’s soul shone brighter, and Castiel did not understand until he spoke with Sam in the hallway. Castiel witnessed his behaviour and recognized his own symptoms as he sensed the blood pumping through Sam’s veins – and hers – leading towards a heart that would not calm itself.
He left.
He let it be until the words could be contained no longer, and they were spoken to Anna. “For the first time, I feel . . .”
Castiel did not finish. Did not let the word fear be uttered from his lips. Anna would believe she understood. But she feared only for herself.
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