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Hey There Delilah
Dean Winchester and Castiel have a surprise on their hands, and Sam is in no position to help!
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"And who would that somebody be?" Dean asked, giving Castiel a look.
"Just somebody," Castiel replied, his blue eyes glowing with amusement. "Someone you know, anyway."
"Really?" Dean asked, flipping through the songs to find another one. "Has this someone ever walked into a barn and said, " I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."? Or is this someone not that much of a talker? Personally, I prefer the former, but whatever . . ."
Castiel stopped walking. "You would prefer me?"
Dean sighed and favored Cas with a green-eyed gaze. "Um, of course. Hasn't it ever occured to you that you're my angel and I happen to care for you very much? I mean, I was being tortured and burned in hell, then I was torturing, and you reached down and lifted me out. Cas, you saved my soul and you gave my brother back to me, or I should say me back to my brother. You're been helping me keep Sam safe. I-"
"Don't say another word, Winchester."
Dean glanced up sharply to see none other than Anna perched lightly on a tree branch, her long red hair hanging around her face. She was smiling, scratching the tip of her knife down the branch, watching the two of them with her hazel eyes. Dean's stomach twisted painfully as his heart tried to choose between Cas and Anna.
It shouldn't be that hard of a decision, he thought.
"What are you doing here, Anna?" Castiel asked, his wings fanning out. Dean hadn't realized Cas hadn't put them away.
"Just coming to help Sam," she replied, dropping down to stand beside Dean. "I mean, Sam is Dean's brother, and someone has to help him."
Cas flushed, surprising Dean again. "Excuse me, but we don't need your help. I am an angel, always have been, and I am perfectly capable of exorcising Asher myself. I do not need help from a second-rate runaway girl. Dean and I can do this on our own."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have help," Dean said, looking between the two of them. "Come on Cas, let her stay."
"Fine," Cas said. "I'm going to scout in the air."
He flicked out his wings and took to the air, leaving Anna and Dean alone. Anna smiled somewhat triumphantly and took Dean's hand.
"So, can I listen?" she asked, gesturing at his iPod.
He handed her one of the earphones and flipped to "Hey There Delilah". Anna caught the tune and began singing herself, her eyes glittering.
"Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty. Yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you. You know it's true."
"You think Delilah was even that pretty?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Anna admitted. "But she had to be pretty special to the guy who wrote the song, if she's even real. So what's going on with Cas? He seemed pretty torn up. Had to be to cry. I mean, us angels aren't exactly the most emotional creatures in the world, darling. What did you say?"
"Nothing. He was crying when we touched down."
"Really now? That's unlike Castiel. Usually he's no unfeeling it makes me wonder if having a human body is even worth it."
Dean paused, glancing up at the dark sky. Wherever Cas had decided to scout, it was a good distance away from where he and Anna were walking. He couldn't see Castiel's nearly glowing wings, and the sky was clear, the moon and stars distictively bright. Then he wondered what he'd done to make Cas cry. Had he said something? Done something? Had carrying him been too much for the angel to handle? He didn't think Castiel had exerted that much energy flying him out here, but he didn't know, didn't have the wings or the experience to even guess. But he would rather die than hurt Cas. As much as he and Castiel didn't get along, they did, and he wouldn't risk losing anyone else in his life. His mom, his dad, Cassie. No more, and especially Castiel.
What about Anna?
"So why did Castiel have to fly you out here?" Anna asked.
"You're an angel," Dean said flatly. "Shouldn't you already know this stuff?"
"Yeah," Anna replied, "but I don't, so why don't you tell me?"
"There was a group of demons around my car and Castiel didn't want to risk me getting hurt. Or well, getting killed." Dean frowned. Nothing he said about Cas or to Cas was coming out right.
"You have the Colt," Anna said. "You could have killed them." She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and smoothed the front of her shirt, one low-cut enough to make Dean glance at her chest. Then she looed up. "Where's he at, anyway? If he's supposed to be helping you save Sam, he should be here with us, not flying away to see if there are demons nearby."
"Dunno," Dean said. He cupped his hands around his mouth in a make-shift megaphone and yelled. "Cas! Castiel!"
"Quit yelling," Anna said calmly. "I rather like not having that featherbrain around. Gives us more time to spend together."
"Which would be great in another situation." Dean peeled off his black leather jacket and tossed it to the ground. Despite the fact he'd paid good money for the damn thing, it was hot outside, and even his jeans and white tank top felt like too much in the sticky night. Funny, he hadn't noticed the temperature when Cas was with him. He was starting to lose his focus, and a hunter couldn't afford to do that. And where was Cas? For all Dean knew, the angel could be a thousand miles away and counting.
A thousand miles seems, pretty far, but they've got trains and planes and cars. I'll walk to you if there's no other way.
The lyrics resonated in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile. That song would be his and Cas's song. It was perfect, when you considered all the stuff they'd been through and all the thoughts he'd had. And when Bobby had heard how often Dean and Castiel were together, even if it was business, he'd laughed.
Our friends would all make fun of us, but we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them had felt this way. Delilah, I can promise you that by they time that we get through the world will never ever be the same, and you're to blame.
And it wouldn't be the same, thanks to Castiel. With the angel's help, Dean was prepared to journey the world to rid it of all its demons. Because Cas was always there, all the time, watching him and protecting him and rescuing him. Helping him take care of his last living relative, listening to his problems, and the angel almost never got annoyed with him. Dean had never been a religious person, mostly because knowing reality left little comfort in the world, but in a short time Cas had made him a believer. Cas had changed him, for the better or the worse.
And that was something he knew Anna could never do. As much as she loved him, she could never change him, could never make him feel in a different way. It was always going to be Cas he wanted at his side in any battle.
Oh, it's what you do to me.
What Castiel did to him . . .
A flutter of wings alerted him to Castiel's presence, and he turned to see the angel landing beside Anna. He looked tired, and when he tried to take a step forward, he collapsed.
"Oh holy fuck!" Dean ran to Castiel's side and helped him sit up, careful not to muss the long feathers. It looked like something already had. Or someone. "What happened? Were you attacked?"
Castiel's eyes fluttered, then closed completely. "Dean . . . Sam . . . he's . . ."
"Calm down," Dean said softly, stroking Cas's black hair. Anna was watching uninterested, leaning against a tree and tossing her knife up in the air, catching it deftly. "Just breathe, Cas. I'm here, you're safe, no one's going to hurt you."
"Is the first supposed to comfort him?" Anna asked. "Cause you've never been all that great in an emergency."
"Shut up," Dean snapped. "Cas, what happened?"
"It's Sam." Cas's eyes slitted open. "Dean, Sam is . . . "
"Dead?" Anna guessed.
"No. He's . . . Asher . . . Asher has . . . Asher has Sam."
"I know that," Dean said, carefully trying to straighten Cas's feathers. He didn't know if he was allowed, or if it would hurt. "You told me, remember?"
"No. Asher . . . he . . . he has Sam. Possessed him."
"What?" Dean glanced around. "Is he near here?"
"No. Gone now. Knocked me out of the air. Couldn't . . . almost couldn't . . . get back."
"Just hold on, Castiel," Dean said. "Anna, we need to get out of here. Can you go back to the Motel 8 I was at and get my car?"
"Sure." Anna disappeared.
"Just hold on, Cas. I'm going to get you somewhere safe." Dean lifted the angel in his arms, surprised at how light Castiel felt, how warm he was gathered against Dean's chest, how his wings rearranged themselves to avoid being damaged. "See? I've got you. You're going to be okay."
"Dean . . ." Cas breathed, trembling. "I . . ."
"Just wait, babe," Dean said, not paying attention to his words. "Just hold on. I'll take care of you."
"Just somebody," Castiel replied, his blue eyes glowing with amusement. "Someone you know, anyway."
"Really?" Dean asked, flipping through the songs to find another one. "Has this someone ever walked into a barn and said, " I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."? Or is this someone not that much of a talker? Personally, I prefer the former, but whatever . . ."
Castiel stopped walking. "You would prefer me?"
Dean sighed and favored Cas with a green-eyed gaze. "Um, of course. Hasn't it ever occured to you that you're my angel and I happen to care for you very much? I mean, I was being tortured and burned in hell, then I was torturing, and you reached down and lifted me out. Cas, you saved my soul and you gave my brother back to me, or I should say me back to my brother. You're been helping me keep Sam safe. I-"
"Don't say another word, Winchester."
Dean glanced up sharply to see none other than Anna perched lightly on a tree branch, her long red hair hanging around her face. She was smiling, scratching the tip of her knife down the branch, watching the two of them with her hazel eyes. Dean's stomach twisted painfully as his heart tried to choose between Cas and Anna.
It shouldn't be that hard of a decision, he thought.
"What are you doing here, Anna?" Castiel asked, his wings fanning out. Dean hadn't realized Cas hadn't put them away.
"Just coming to help Sam," she replied, dropping down to stand beside Dean. "I mean, Sam is Dean's brother, and someone has to help him."
Cas flushed, surprising Dean again. "Excuse me, but we don't need your help. I am an angel, always have been, and I am perfectly capable of exorcising Asher myself. I do not need help from a second-rate runaway girl. Dean and I can do this on our own."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have help," Dean said, looking between the two of them. "Come on Cas, let her stay."
"Fine," Cas said. "I'm going to scout in the air."
He flicked out his wings and took to the air, leaving Anna and Dean alone. Anna smiled somewhat triumphantly and took Dean's hand.
"So, can I listen?" she asked, gesturing at his iPod.
He handed her one of the earphones and flipped to "Hey There Delilah". Anna caught the tune and began singing herself, her eyes glittering.
"Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty. Yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you. You know it's true."
"You think Delilah was even that pretty?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Anna admitted. "But she had to be pretty special to the guy who wrote the song, if she's even real. So what's going on with Cas? He seemed pretty torn up. Had to be to cry. I mean, us angels aren't exactly the most emotional creatures in the world, darling. What did you say?"
"Nothing. He was crying when we touched down."
"Really now? That's unlike Castiel. Usually he's no unfeeling it makes me wonder if having a human body is even worth it."
Dean paused, glancing up at the dark sky. Wherever Cas had decided to scout, it was a good distance away from where he and Anna were walking. He couldn't see Castiel's nearly glowing wings, and the sky was clear, the moon and stars distictively bright. Then he wondered what he'd done to make Cas cry. Had he said something? Done something? Had carrying him been too much for the angel to handle? He didn't think Castiel had exerted that much energy flying him out here, but he didn't know, didn't have the wings or the experience to even guess. But he would rather die than hurt Cas. As much as he and Castiel didn't get along, they did, and he wouldn't risk losing anyone else in his life. His mom, his dad, Cassie. No more, and especially Castiel.
What about Anna?
"So why did Castiel have to fly you out here?" Anna asked.
"You're an angel," Dean said flatly. "Shouldn't you already know this stuff?"
"Yeah," Anna replied, "but I don't, so why don't you tell me?"
"There was a group of demons around my car and Castiel didn't want to risk me getting hurt. Or well, getting killed." Dean frowned. Nothing he said about Cas or to Cas was coming out right.
"You have the Colt," Anna said. "You could have killed them." She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and smoothed the front of her shirt, one low-cut enough to make Dean glance at her chest. Then she looed up. "Where's he at, anyway? If he's supposed to be helping you save Sam, he should be here with us, not flying away to see if there are demons nearby."
"Dunno," Dean said. He cupped his hands around his mouth in a make-shift megaphone and yelled. "Cas! Castiel!"
"Quit yelling," Anna said calmly. "I rather like not having that featherbrain around. Gives us more time to spend together."
"Which would be great in another situation." Dean peeled off his black leather jacket and tossed it to the ground. Despite the fact he'd paid good money for the damn thing, it was hot outside, and even his jeans and white tank top felt like too much in the sticky night. Funny, he hadn't noticed the temperature when Cas was with him. He was starting to lose his focus, and a hunter couldn't afford to do that. And where was Cas? For all Dean knew, the angel could be a thousand miles away and counting.
A thousand miles seems, pretty far, but they've got trains and planes and cars. I'll walk to you if there's no other way.
The lyrics resonated in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile. That song would be his and Cas's song. It was perfect, when you considered all the stuff they'd been through and all the thoughts he'd had. And when Bobby had heard how often Dean and Castiel were together, even if it was business, he'd laughed.
Our friends would all make fun of us, but we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them had felt this way. Delilah, I can promise you that by they time that we get through the world will never ever be the same, and you're to blame.
And it wouldn't be the same, thanks to Castiel. With the angel's help, Dean was prepared to journey the world to rid it of all its demons. Because Cas was always there, all the time, watching him and protecting him and rescuing him. Helping him take care of his last living relative, listening to his problems, and the angel almost never got annoyed with him. Dean had never been a religious person, mostly because knowing reality left little comfort in the world, but in a short time Cas had made him a believer. Cas had changed him, for the better or the worse.
And that was something he knew Anna could never do. As much as she loved him, she could never change him, could never make him feel in a different way. It was always going to be Cas he wanted at his side in any battle.
Oh, it's what you do to me.
What Castiel did to him . . .
A flutter of wings alerted him to Castiel's presence, and he turned to see the angel landing beside Anna. He looked tired, and when he tried to take a step forward, he collapsed.
"Oh holy fuck!" Dean ran to Castiel's side and helped him sit up, careful not to muss the long feathers. It looked like something already had. Or someone. "What happened? Were you attacked?"
Castiel's eyes fluttered, then closed completely. "Dean . . . Sam . . . he's . . ."
"Calm down," Dean said softly, stroking Cas's black hair. Anna was watching uninterested, leaning against a tree and tossing her knife up in the air, catching it deftly. "Just breathe, Cas. I'm here, you're safe, no one's going to hurt you."
"Is the first supposed to comfort him?" Anna asked. "Cause you've never been all that great in an emergency."
"Shut up," Dean snapped. "Cas, what happened?"
"It's Sam." Cas's eyes slitted open. "Dean, Sam is . . . "
"Dead?" Anna guessed.
"No. He's . . . Asher . . . Asher has . . . Asher has Sam."
"I know that," Dean said, carefully trying to straighten Cas's feathers. He didn't know if he was allowed, or if it would hurt. "You told me, remember?"
"No. Asher . . . he . . . he has Sam. Possessed him."
"What?" Dean glanced around. "Is he near here?"
"No. Gone now. Knocked me out of the air. Couldn't . . . almost couldn't . . . get back."
"Just hold on, Castiel," Dean said. "Anna, we need to get out of here. Can you go back to the Motel 8 I was at and get my car?"
"Sure." Anna disappeared.
"Just hold on, Cas. I'm going to get you somewhere safe." Dean lifted the angel in his arms, surprised at how light Castiel felt, how warm he was gathered against Dean's chest, how his wings rearranged themselves to avoid being damaged. "See? I've got you. You're going to be okay."
"Dean . . ." Cas breathed, trembling. "I . . ."
"Just wait, babe," Dean said, not paying attention to his words. "Just hold on. I'll take care of you."
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