Title: Miscommunication Part 10
Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Gabriel.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: character death >.<
Word Count: 2189 (this part).
Summary: Remember, Dean. Remember.
Author Note: anything in italic, is inner thoughts/monologue [or 'voices' in Dean's head, I promise it will make sense next chapter!]. No beta, as my beta is swamped with work ='( Criticism is greatly welcomed, as I really would like to get better at this fanfic writing malarky =). Please note - I've never 'written Gabriel' before, so I haven't quite gotten to grips with him yet. I apologise for my 'noobish' attempt. Also...I'm completely aware that this part isn't quite 'right', and I've tried 'fixing' it numerous times...but I just can't fix it, unless I take away parts, that I think are relevant/needed. So, again, I apologise, and hope it's not too God-awful to read >.< another also - I do know where I'm going with this, it seems like I'm a little lost...but I have my map at hand, this will make sense, if it kills me! Yes, 'Loptr' is the alternate name for 'Loki', and 'Point Lookout' is from Fallout 3 lol
Sam had been having a rather pleasant dream, consisting of short brown hair, clicking fingers, and orange flavoured lollipops, when the incessant noise from his phone woke him. Without opening his eyes, Sam reached haphazardly in the direction of the offending object. He answered, without checking the caller ID. 'Mph...'Lo?' was all he managed to mumble, his tongue felt like it had grown fur. Stupid Dean, and his stupid idea of 'let's go get drunk, Sammy! Drown our Angel-less blues together!' ...not that Sam was Angel-less. Sam didn't need or want any ArchAngel...Angel. Damnit!
'Sammy-boy!' was the overly cheerful reply.
Sam's eyes shot open, as he sat up, trying to rearrange the bed covers around himself. 'Uh...Gabriel...?' Sam had often thought about the damned Trickster contacting him, and he'd always assumed he'd be the cool, calm, and collected Sam...not the mumbling idiot, he was currently portraying.
'Tis I, Samuel, tis I. We need to talk.' Gabriel's usually fun tone, was replaced with a more serious edge.
'Uhm...is this about...uh...well...' Sam trailed off, his face heating up.
'Cas is missing. Where you at, Moose-boy?'
'We're...uhm. We're at the Loptr Motel, 10 miles north of Point Lookout. Uh...do you know it...?' Sam still hadn't managed to slip into a more relaxed tone, his dream still at the forefront of his mind.
'I'm all powerful, Moose, I'm fairly certain I can find you. And if not, hey - at least there's always google maps! I'll be there in 20, make sure Freckles is awake, and decent.' Gabriel ended the call, and Sam felt sick to his stomach. This really wasn't how he'd pictured 'bumping' into the Trickster again.
'Dean, man...wake up. We got problems.'
'We always got problems, my current problem is you waking me up. Go away.' Dean's voice was muffled, but Sam could still detect the annoyance in his brothers tone.
'Dean, seriously. Cas is missing, and Gab-'
Dean was out of bed, and halfway to his bag before Sam even finished his sentence. 'Cas is missing? What do you mean missing?' Dean's mildly annoyed tone, was replaced with his 'oh dear God, why do you keep doing this to me?' worried tone. He was dressed in record timing, and Sam had him up to speed by the time the short, windswept ArchAngel appeared at the motel table.
'Boys!' Gabriel greeted them, 3 bowls of CoCo Pops appearing on the table, 'Eat up, we have much to discuss.'
'Sammy, why don't you sit next to me?' Gabriel's trademark Trickster grin in place, 'no, no Sam, closer than that. Come, share my Adonis body heat.' Gabriel winked at the youngest Winchester, while the eldest Winchester sneered, and pushed the bowl of chocolate cereal away from himself.
'Cas is missing, we don't have time for your shit, Gabriel!' Dean was on his feet, trying to get into the Angel's face, but failing due to the invisible barrier Gabriel had erected around himself.
'Sit down, Freckles. No need to get so excited. Anyway...I was hoping you two would be able to help enlighten me, as to why my little brother is missing...' Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, his eyes solely on Sam.
'Uh...we haven't seen or heard from Cas in...hmm...about 3 weeks now, Gabe...I mean, Gabriel.' Sam coughed, to try and cover his embarrassment at using a nickname, he'd only ever referred to the Trickster as in his head.
'Gabe? Do the Winchester's need to give pet names to all their favourite Angels...? Or am I just special, Sam-o?' Gabriel again grinned, before turning his attention to his bowl of chocolatey goodness.
'Don't be, I like it.'
'Okay. Can you two please stop flirting, before I have to perforate my own eardrums?' Dean looked disapprovingly at his brother, a frown firmly settled across his forehead.
'Cas hasn't checked in, since Juliet over here,' Gabriel nodded in Dean's direction, 'was his usual dickish self. By the way, Dean, do you have a specific quota for just how big of a dick you need to be on a daily basis? We could maybe call it 'Dean's Daily Dickometer' rating?'
'You're a...dick...' Dean retaliated, weakly.
Sam gave Dean a sympathetic smile, 'Gabe...riel...where would Cas go...if he was, you know...upset?' Sam asked, diplomatically. There was enough ego, and hot-headedness in the room already, without Sam adding to it.
'That's the problem, Sam...he doesn't have anywhere to go. If he was on earth, I'd be able to locate him...which means he's either dead, or worse yet...in Heaven.'
It looked, and sounded like it physically pained Dean, as he asked, 'how would Heaven be worse than...him being dead...?'
'Because they'll,' Gabriel motioned towards the ceiling, 'reprogram him...make him the obedient little puppet on a string. He'll remember his disobedience, his freedom...but he'll remember it as though it were a bad dream. He'll be back to being a good little soldier...' the bitterness in Gabriel's voice was palpable. Both Winchester's could feel the actual electricity in the room, the hairs on their arms, and necks raising.
'How do we get him back?' Dean's face was back to being impassive, his voice was hard, determined.
'We? There's no 'we', Winchester. I'll go scout out Heaven, you two idiots get to old man Singer's, and everything proof the house.'
'Wait...won't you get caught? Isn't it dangerous...?' it was Sam's turn to frown, his large brown eyes shifting into the kicked puppy level of cuteness.
'Of course it's dangerous! But I'm a big damn hero now, kids.' Gabriel shook his head, as he rose from his chair. 'Drive to Bobby's, I'll be back, with Cas in tow, in time for supper!' Gabriel gave a cheeky grin to Sam, saluted a gruff looking Dean, then disappeared.
'Do we really need the music on that loud?' Sam had to yell at his brother.
'Yes, Sammy, we do. Next question?' Dean snarled back.
Sam sighed, as he rest his head against the passenger side window. They'd been driving for 9 hours straight, his legs ached, he needed to pee, and all he could think about was the short man, with the infectious grin.
'Bobby! It's just us, whe-'
'What the Hell took you two idjits so long!?' Bobby was wiping his hands on a dirty tea-towel.
'Is...is that...blood, Bobby?' Sam's eyes were glued to his father figures hands, his face going an unhealthy shade of grey.
'Get in here, both of yers...' Bobby turned away, and walked back into his study. The two Winchester's following, hot on his heels.
Sam came to an abrupt stop, as he caught sight of the figure on Bobby's sofa. If Sam didn't know the face so well, he'd have no idea who it was. Gabriel's face was covered in angry bruises, and deep lacerations. His left eye was swollen shut, his usually grinning mouth, pulled taut in pain. Sam fell to his knees near the Angel, 'Oh God...what did they do to you...?' he choked out, as he tried to take Gabriel's left hand.
'Don't touch him, boy...I've only just reset his fingers...he's gonna be sore for awhile.' Bobby said quietly to his youngest 'son'. He looked over at Dean, the boy was looking around the room. 'Whatchou looking for, Dean?'
Dean's eyes finally stopped their surveying of the room, and he looked directly at Bobby, 'Where's Castiel, Bobby?'
Bobby lowered his gaze, he couldn't bear to look at those piercing green eyes, as he said, 'Dean...he's not...he's...'
'He's dead.' Gabriel croaked, from his position on the sofa. He tried to lift himself to a seated position, but Sam stilled him with a gentle hand on Gabriel's recently dislocated shoulder.
Sam started as Dean screamed, then charged at the broken Angel on the sofa. Sam jumped to his feet, grabbing Dean before he could wrap his hands around Gabriel's already bruised neck.
'DEAN! DEAN! STOP! JUST STOP! DAMNIT! DEAN! NO!' Sam was yelling into his brothers hair, as he tried to wrestle him to the floor. Dean's struggling abruptly stopped, and his body slumped onto Sam's. Sam craned his neck past Dean's dead weight, and saw Bobby holding the butt of a shotgun.
'Don't start, Sam. The boy was gonna hurt himself, as well as us.' Bobby ground out, as he helped Sam lift an unconscious Dean up from the floor. 'I say we put him in the panic room...don't give me that look, Samuel Winchester,' Bobby chastised, 'Dean's had a mighty shock...he's gonna need some time to come to terms with it...and some of that time, is gonna be spent wanting to kill him.' Bobby nodded in Gabriel's direction.
Sam nodded, 'Panic room sounds good to me.'
Bobby pretended not to see the look of devotion on Sam's face, as he stared at the Angel on his sofa.
'Man...he said...he said you were...dead...'
'Cas, where are you...?' Dean lifted his throbbing head, and looked around the panic room. The empty panic room. Dean shifted his gaze to the door, assuming Cas was on the other side.
Dean stumbled to his feet, his head felt like it was about to explode. He slowly made his way to the large iron door, he slumped against it. 'Cas, dude, let me out?' Dean shouted through the door.
'Dude, we've established that you know my name. Well done,' Dean said sarcastically, 'let me out. So I can punch you, while I hug you!'
Dean...I'm not here.
'Oh yea? You're doing a great job of talking to me, for a guy that isn't here.' Dean grinned, as he continued to lean against the door.
Dean. I'm dead. Remember...?
'Don't be stupid. You're not dead. You're an Angel. You're my Angel. You can't die.' Dean scoffed, and slid to the floor, his head was blasting.
I am dead. Remember, Dean. Remember Gabriel...
'But...you can't be...we're talking. I'm talking to you!' Dean's vision was beginning to blur slightly, his head felt heavy...too heavy for his weary body. He lent his head gingerly against the wall, the coldness feeling good against his skin.
I've been dead for 18 days, Dean. You know this. You felt it. Remember...? Remember. You felt me die...Remember, Dean...
Dean opened his eyes, then quickly shut them again. The light was blinding. He sat up, and slowly opened his eyes once more, letting them slowly adjust to the bright, midday sun. Once he was able to see again, he looked around. A slow smile forming, Castiel was sitting on the dock. Their dock. His trench coat was folded neatly beside him, his dress shoes ontop of it. His legs were dangling off the pier, his toes skimming the cool water.
Dean toed off his boots, rolled up his jeans, and sat down beside his friend. He bumped shoulders with Cas affectionately. 'It's beautiful, isn't it, Dean...?' Castiel turned his head, and smiled at Dean.
'Yea...yea...it's beautiful, alright...' Dean didn't look at the surroundings Castiel was referring to, he just kept staring into the piercing blue eyes of the Angel. Castiel turned away, the smile being replaced by a sad frown.
'What's up, Cas...?' Dean didn't want the Angel to not be looking at him, he wanted to see those captivating blue eyes, to see the way his mouth formed his name.
Dean frowned, and shook his head. 'I don't want to remember, Cas...'
'I know...but you have to anyway.' Castiel turned his head back to look at Dean, a small, sad smile gracing his lips.
'We...we were here, weren't we...? Were we...fishing? Yea...I'm sure we were fishing...then...then you started having a seizure...and...' Dean's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out.
'I said, 'I love you. I've always loved you. Only you. I die, loving you...more than I ever loved Him.' and you said...'
'I said...'I'm not worth dying for, Cas...''
''You're the only thing worth doing anything for, Dean Winchester.' It was true then, and it is true now.'
'I knew...all along...all this time...I knew...'
'It's time to wake up, Dean...'
'Dean? Dean, come on...that's it. Come on, man...'
Dean opened his eyes, wishing immediately that he hadn't. The harsh light from the overhead light in Bobby's panic room was trying to burn away his corneas. Dean focused on the figure crouching over him... 'Sammy...?'
'I'm right here, Dean.' Sam touched a cool hand to Dean's forehead, Dean lent into the touch. His head was back to feeling like it was being split open.
Wait. Dock. Bare feet. Trench coat. Water. Cas...
'Cas is dead.' it wasn't a question, Dean soberly looked into his brothers sad face.
'I'm so sorry, Dean...' Sam lowered his gaze, unable to see the pain colouring his brothers features.
'Sam...Sammy...I uh...can you...I need to be...alone...for awhile...?' Dean all but whispered.
Sam immediately rose to his feet, helping Dean get to his. Sam didn't try to question Dean, or to argue that he should stay. Sam was awesome like that, he 'got' Dean in ways not many others did.
Dean sat down on the small, uncomfortable cot in the centre of the room. He listened to his brothers footsteps, until there was utter silence.
'You can talk now.'