What Lies Beneath 2/8
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cherry916Title: What Lies Beneath
Summary: What if in When the levee breaks Sam's funky mojo didn't work on Alastair?
Castiel sat next to Dean's hospital bed in silence. He knows what should be done but what he's going to do are two different things. He should have gone back to the factory and got Sam out, he should have kept the devils trap in line. A bunch of should haves of the past. He saw what Alastair was going to do but before he could do anything Zachariah had came in and gotten both him and Dean out, he could not go against his superior. While Dean knows nothing of who Zachariah is, he knows a little too well just who the pompous angel can be. He tried to tell himself he was just being obedient but he knew it was out of fear he didn't want to go back. Their whole plan crumbled and he has no clue who to blame, what to do. He sighed as he knew the first question that would fly out of Dean's mouth. He would have to tell him something, whether that be the truth he didn't know yet. He would soon feel a wrath more powerful than anything he's seen in heaven, oh yes he would feel the wrath of Dean Winchester and he actually was scared.
"Are you alright?" Castiel had asked as he noticed the signs of awakening for quite some time.
"No thanks to you." Dean ground out. His throat felt like sandpaper an all to easy reminder of why he was here in the first place. It was odd though that the first voice he heard was Cas because even though he was unconscious he felt his brothers presence in the room.
"Where's Sam?" He had to ask, if he felt Sam there then why wasn't he here being a mother hen? He watched as the angel just sighed an that never meant anything good.
"Cas, we'll try this again. Where's Sam?" He was becoming angry, why couldn't a damn angel give a straight answer? It was like it was against the angel code book.
"Back at the factory." Castiel replied as he looked away. He didn't want to see the fire build in his eyes or want to feel like Dean was right all along not to have faith in angels or more specifically him.
"What? Why?" Now he was really pissed, while he was lying in a comfy bed Sam was left worrying at a factory about him; that rose his protective instincts a whole nother level.
"Listen you need to calm down Dean." He needed to subdue Dean's anger, before he got himself hurt even worse.
"Don't tell me to calm down, tell me why you decided to take me and not Sam." He was far beyond pissed. There was something that Cas was hiding but of course what else is new. The whole world tries to make it their goal by hiding things from him.
"You were already injured enough and I needed to get you to a hospital." Castiel swiftly spoke the lie as he didn't think about telling Dean of Zachariah just yet.
"Like I'm going to believe that." Dean started to rip out his I.V's and the oxygen cannula hooked under his nose, he always hated those damn things anyway. He began the process of hobbling out of bed. "Just take me to the factory?" He asked, already out of breath not even caring his ass-end was sticking out.
"Wait Dean why don't I go and you rest a bit." Castiel suggested as he tried to settle Dean back in bed. He really didn't want Dean to be met with the sight of a dead brother.
"Get the hell off me!" He yelled swatting away Cas's hands. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why won't you take me to Sam?" He looked into the angels eyes to try to read them out but of course he couldn't see anything. This day just got better and better.
He watched with disbelief as the angel just looked down, there was something wrong here. Then a light bulb went off in his head as horror crawled up through his spine to radiate out his eyes. "Oh God." He stuttered out as he realized why Cas was acting so strange.
He quickly made his way to the angel and threw his right fist into the angels face delighting in the crunch he heard.
"If it makes you feel better to hit me so do as you wish but another two hits then your knuckles will be shattered to pieces." Castiel deadpanned as he looked at how Dean checked his already bruising hand.
"You sonofabitch! You never got rid of Alastair, he's still there with Sam." He yelled as he tried to placate anger but all he was feeling was sheer panic and fear. He knew first hand what Alastair can do, it sent shivers down his spine to only imagine what Alastair could be doing to Sam at the moment.
"I'm sorry Dean." Castiel muttered as he began to stand.
"Sorry? You're sorry, that's all you got to say." Dean stared on incredulous he didn't care if he had to make a daring rescue in a hospital gown, ok maybe he cared a little. He still do it though, ass-end hanging out and all. He take Sam as is, it would be a hell of a lot better then finding a dead Sam. "Just do your damn job right for once and get me to the factory." He pleaded as he closed his eyes waiting for darkness to surround him.
"As you wish." Castiel said quietly as he took his two fingers and gently placed them upon Dean's forehead hoping Dean wouldn't have to bare the sight of a dead younger brother.
Chapter Three
Summary: What if in When the levee breaks Sam's funky mojo didn't work on Alastair?
Castiel sat next to Dean's hospital bed in silence. He knows what should be done but what he's going to do are two different things. He should have gone back to the factory and got Sam out, he should have kept the devils trap in line. A bunch of should haves of the past. He saw what Alastair was going to do but before he could do anything Zachariah had came in and gotten both him and Dean out, he could not go against his superior. While Dean knows nothing of who Zachariah is, he knows a little too well just who the pompous angel can be. He tried to tell himself he was just being obedient but he knew it was out of fear he didn't want to go back. Their whole plan crumbled and he has no clue who to blame, what to do. He sighed as he knew the first question that would fly out of Dean's mouth. He would have to tell him something, whether that be the truth he didn't know yet. He would soon feel a wrath more powerful than anything he's seen in heaven, oh yes he would feel the wrath of Dean Winchester and he actually was scared.
"Are you alright?" Castiel had asked as he noticed the signs of awakening for quite some time.
"No thanks to you." Dean ground out. His throat felt like sandpaper an all to easy reminder of why he was here in the first place. It was odd though that the first voice he heard was Cas because even though he was unconscious he felt his brothers presence in the room.
"Where's Sam?" He had to ask, if he felt Sam there then why wasn't he here being a mother hen? He watched as the angel just sighed an that never meant anything good.
"Cas, we'll try this again. Where's Sam?" He was becoming angry, why couldn't a damn angel give a straight answer? It was like it was against the angel code book.
"Back at the factory." Castiel replied as he looked away. He didn't want to see the fire build in his eyes or want to feel like Dean was right all along not to have faith in angels or more specifically him.
"What? Why?" Now he was really pissed, while he was lying in a comfy bed Sam was left worrying at a factory about him; that rose his protective instincts a whole nother level.
"Listen you need to calm down Dean." He needed to subdue Dean's anger, before he got himself hurt even worse.
"Don't tell me to calm down, tell me why you decided to take me and not Sam." He was far beyond pissed. There was something that Cas was hiding but of course what else is new. The whole world tries to make it their goal by hiding things from him.
"You were already injured enough and I needed to get you to a hospital." Castiel swiftly spoke the lie as he didn't think about telling Dean of Zachariah just yet.
"Like I'm going to believe that." Dean started to rip out his I.V's and the oxygen cannula hooked under his nose, he always hated those damn things anyway. He began the process of hobbling out of bed. "Just take me to the factory?" He asked, already out of breath not even caring his ass-end was sticking out.
"Wait Dean why don't I go and you rest a bit." Castiel suggested as he tried to settle Dean back in bed. He really didn't want Dean to be met with the sight of a dead brother.
"Get the hell off me!" He yelled swatting away Cas's hands. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why won't you take me to Sam?" He looked into the angels eyes to try to read them out but of course he couldn't see anything. This day just got better and better.
He watched with disbelief as the angel just looked down, there was something wrong here. Then a light bulb went off in his head as horror crawled up through his spine to radiate out his eyes. "Oh God." He stuttered out as he realized why Cas was acting so strange.
He quickly made his way to the angel and threw his right fist into the angels face delighting in the crunch he heard.
"If it makes you feel better to hit me so do as you wish but another two hits then your knuckles will be shattered to pieces." Castiel deadpanned as he looked at how Dean checked his already bruising hand.
"You sonofabitch! You never got rid of Alastair, he's still there with Sam." He yelled as he tried to placate anger but all he was feeling was sheer panic and fear. He knew first hand what Alastair can do, it sent shivers down his spine to only imagine what Alastair could be doing to Sam at the moment.
"I'm sorry Dean." Castiel muttered as he began to stand.
"Sorry? You're sorry, that's all you got to say." Dean stared on incredulous he didn't care if he had to make a daring rescue in a hospital gown, ok maybe he cared a little. He still do it though, ass-end hanging out and all. He take Sam as is, it would be a hell of a lot better then finding a dead Sam. "Just do your damn job right for once and get me to the factory." He pleaded as he closed his eyes waiting for darkness to surround him.
"As you wish." Castiel said quietly as he took his two fingers and gently placed them upon Dean's forehead hoping Dean wouldn't have to bare the sight of a dead younger brother.
Chapter Three
