AXE - Destiel AU 11

AXE - Destiel AU
Eleventh part.
I own nothing but my fantasies.


It was a two hour drive to Rusden canyons from their house, but the weather was nice and the roads deserted so it was rather calm and pleasant to drive. Dean looked at his brother in the front seat next to him. Sam was at times glancing worried over his shoulder at the old car's backseat, where Castiel was lying uncomfortably crammed together with wings folded double to not be seen by passing cars. Unbelievably enough though, the angel had managed to fall asleep in that position.

"Hey, Sam?" Dean murmured and fixed his eyes back on the road. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"You know what."

"Well, he's been cramped up in our house for more than a week now. It's the least I can do."

"No, that's not… Dude, don't make me say it out loud. Just, thanks for helping Cas."

"Sure. No problem."

"How 'bout some music?" Dean uncomfortably suggested, immediately afterwards so that Sam wouldn't get himself further than that.

It became highly evident that the last time Dean had listened to the radio it had been at a very high volume, and the music blasted out of the speakers as soon as he pressed the on-button. Before Sam or Dean could turn it down, Castiel woke with a surprised start and ended up making a dent in one of the car-doors in the process. Something which he kept apologizing for even after they'd gotten out of the car and started heading up the hills surrounding the canyon. Though, it wasn't that Dean constantly reassured him that he wasn't angry, that stopped him from apologizing when they reached the windy cliff-top. The sight of the canyons spreading out before them looked like it struck him, his eyes widened and his lips divided a little in silent wonder.

"Well?" Sam said, smiling at Castiel's reaction. "Go ahead then. No one can see you fly here."

"Are you sure?" Castiel made an effort to look away from the sight and look at them instead, his striking blue eyes still wide.

"Yeah." Dean huffed out in laughter, but had to look away since those blue eyes were even more beautiful out in the sunlight. "We'll wait for you here. Now go on."

"Yes." Castiel made a move towards him but hesitated and glanced at Sam for a fraction of a second. But then he made a decision and kissed Dean with both hands around his head.

"I will come back." he whispered against his face. "Don't worry."

"Dude, just go." Dean muttered through an embarrassed smile, lightly pushing him away.

Castiel gave them one of his rare grins and suddenly jumped backwards over the edge of the cliff. Against his better knowing, a jolt of panic rushed through Dean at the sight, and both him and Sam hurried to the edge to see where he'd gone. They reached it just in time to see the huge black wingspan of the angel spread out and catch the wind in a wide soaring movement, before he disappeared out of sight behind a rock-pillar.

"He may be 600 years old but I swear, he's like a kid sometimes." Dean shook his head with a smile, but when he looked at Sam he was watching him with an annoying worried look on his face. "What?"

"You actually looked like you were scared you wouldn't see him again."

"I didn't!" Dean defensively bellowed and Sam smirked at the reaction.

"Yeah you did."

"Shaddap." Dean muttered and turned his back on him to find some place to sit.

It was actually really nice to be outdoors. It wasn't cold but it was closer to winter than summer now, and they'd chosen a spot in the sun for a reason. Sam had brought the old hunter-book, so he was engulfed in a rather eager way and occasionally he shared some interesting passage he'd read about with Dean, who tried to show some interest. To be honest, Dean was starting to get a little tired of that book seeing he wasn't making that good of a progress in learning anything valuable as he had wished in the beginning. Some wards had stuck pretty good but they were all so complicated to complete, not to mention the language the words were supposed to be said in.

Dean instead tried to get some sleep there where he leant against a tree's trunk, since he was rather tired being constantly on edge. But he realized he wasn't tired enough to be able to shut out that embarrassing worry Sam had pointed out, about not having Castiel close. Sometimes he caught a glimpse of the angel's black wings but it was far away and they soon disappeared again. Sam didn't know what he was talking about. So what if he'd become used to having the angel around? That didn't make him a sissy. Shortly put, he'd never been a man of patience and sure enough, he began to feel restless seeing he couldn't pass the time by sleeping.

"I'm hungry." he declared some half-hour into the wait.

"You don't say?" Sam unaffected muttered, not looking up from the book.

"You could go get that pie you owe me." When Dean didn't get any respond, he hit his brother on the shoulder, and Sam finally looked up with an annoyed face.

"What?"

"Go get me some pie."

"That all you think about? And where would I get a pie from anyway, out here?"

"We passed a diner on the way, barely five minutes from here."

"Yeah," Sam sighed dramatically and closed the book in his hands, "of course you would notice that kinda stuff."

"Well, excuse me, princess, if I had to skip breakfast. Just saying it would've been nice with a set of pancakes now. Bet Castiel's just as hungry, so better get some burgers too while you at it. Think the little wing-dude has a thing for those."

"You're kiddin' right?" At the memory, Sam finally smiled and actually started to stand with the intention to do as Dean said. "I thought he was gonna explode from all those burgers he stuffed in his face."

"Yeah…" Dean also smiled thinking back at it, but Sam kicked his leg to interrupt his thoughts.

"Dude. Don't make such a face."

"What face?"

"That I'm-so-horny-for-someone-who-can-hold-their-food-face." Sam knew he needed to get some space between them after saying something like that, and started to jog down the hill.

"I'm not making any face." Dean all but roared and hurled the car-keys after him, which Sam though excellently caught like a football. "And don't forget the pie!"

Dean absently watched from up on the hill, as Sam got his giant-ass legs into the car and drove out of sight. Meanwhile, he thought about how he would go about to make Castiel know of their intended breakfast since he'd hardly seen him for half an hour. After a while though, Castiel came back by his own accord, taking ground on the hill with a loud wind-beating of his huge wings.

"Hey."

"Hello. Where is Sam?" Castiel was a little out of breath and blushing from the coldness of the speed-wind. But he at the same time had an honestly open face when walking closer, as if he felt so bubbling happy inside that he couldn't really keep it from showing through his otherwise grave appearance. It made him look innocent and almost naïve, and that in turn made a small smile spread over Dean's face.

"He went to get breakfast. You've had fun flying then?"

"Yes, I enjoy flying even if it is a necessity for my well-being. My wings tend to get stiff if I don't use them often enough."

"That makes sense. So… You tired now?"

"No."

"Then what is it? Why'd you come back?"

"I was starting to miss you." Castiel frankly admitted and perched down on his knees next to Dean. "Since Balthazar interrupted us earlier, I wanted to kiss you again."

"Aha." Dean smiled askew and Castiel saw that as permission to lean in, placing an almost harmless kiss to his lips. "Happy now?"

"I would like more." Castiel silently answered, but hesitantly flickered with his eyes. "If you don't mind?"

"That's fine with me." Dean smirked while he grabbed his hips, pulling to make the angel straddle him, and guided him down in his lap.

Now with a delicious sight above and within his reach, Dean kissed back a little bit more firm. Castiel willingly obliged there as well, grabbing Dean's head with both hands while opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, just as eager to advance in this education as usual. Dean could almost hear his own hard-beating pulse in his ears, if it weren't for the fact that the kiss took up his whole brain-activity at the moment and made him forget everything else. That is, until an unintentional move from Castiel's hips made their groins come in contact, and that sure caught their attention. Dean both loved and cursed the way Castiel so easily perceived and quickly figured out what to do to excite him. He kept moving into Dean's groin, expertly rolling his hips in ways so that they both was stroked every time, while still kissing him with muffled moans. Added up it was all making Dean's whole body feel pathetically weak and his brain surrender into mush. Yeah, that angel was getting to damned skilled for his own good.

Therefore it took Dean a few seconds after, before realizing that Castiel had stopped moving. Looking up at the angel, he saw that he had noticed the car roll up down the end of the hill and that they now both heard how Sam turned of the engine.

"Give me fuckin' break!" Dean frustrated exclaimed, almost feeling a need to punch something.

"Do you wish to continue?" Castiel asked as if he was willing to keep going if it was what Dean wanted, and Dean sighed to calm both him and himself.

"No, of course not. I'm just tired of being interrupted."

"I am too. I do enjoy the company of Sam, but I prefer your's."

Dean smirked but then guided him out of his lap again before Sam could see them.


The sun was out, beaming down on Dean's face, and damn if it wasn't idyllic having breakfast out in the open with people he cared about. Sam had done good, he'd almost gotten everything Dean liked in a breakfast, plus a pie. But also the promised burgers for Castiel, who with enthusiasm ate pretty much all of it by himself. It was still fascinating to see all that food disappear into that thin body without leaving any trace after itself.

"So," Dean started while digging out the last pie-crust out of the tinfoil-container, and tried to casually glance at Castiel, "you want to talk about what happened earlier?" Castiel didn't answer right away and seemed to think about it seriously for a good couple of seconds. Before he could speak though, Dean realized it was because he was wondering if Dean wanted to talk about what they'd been doing before Sam had showed up, and he rushed to clarify.

"I mean, after Balthazar left and you went all crazy on us in my room."

"Oh." Castiel said, hence confirming Dean's suspicion, and turned his eyes out towards the canyons, again not answering without taking a serious couple of seconds to think.

"Its ok if you don't want to talk about it."

"No, I need to explain my behavior. You must understand, before, I knew nothing else, and I was nothing else, but my duty and faith to the Lord. I was a warrior, a brother, a holy channel for worshippers, a servant of Heaven, all in the name of Him. As I am now cut off, this purpose is gone. It feels as if I have nothing inside. When I search within for His presence, I realize I am empty in this absence."

"Shit, Cas. That was deep." Dean smiled with a furrowed face and no real joy behind it. Castiel didn't seem to understand and decided to just keep explain.

"I believe I feel lost, now that I need to resolve what is right on my own. I have never felt a happiness like that which I feel here on Earth with you. But without hearing God's voice, I don't know if that is something I am supposed to or allowed to feel. I don't want to leave you, Dean, but is staying because I don't want to leave you, the right thing to do? I don't know anymore. What is the right thing to do?"

"I think that's something only you can answer." Sam kindly said, overlooking the embarrassment the confession caused Dean, clearly hearing Castiel's lost desperation and not just by seeing it in his face.

"Yeah." Dean added. "Its your choice. No one can tell you what to do, not even us. Its your free will."

"Angels do not have free will like humans."

"I know, but since they kicked you out, don't you think you might just be a bit more human nowadays? And you know what? Maybe that's a good thing. I mean, I'm human. And Sam too. And we're not that bad, right?"

"I'm not a human, Dean." Castiel gravely said, sounding like he was talking to a stubborn child. "I will never be. I know its not what you want to hear, but I can not change that." Dean looked away from his concerned yet uncompromising stare, knowing full well his logic would always get shot down like that, but it still angered the hell out of him when it did.

"Whatever, dude. If you're done eating go flutter those wings somewhere else so you won't get any more rigid than you already are."

Dean knew his anger confused Castiel but he wasn't going to look at him and soon he heard him get up to do as Dean said, while Dean promptly ignored Sam's accusing looks. Great, now he was both angry -and- felt like a bastard. So, the earlier carefree mood of being outdoor, was officially over and Dean was dead-determined to not be the one to get it going again either. Sam soon gave up trying to get Dean into conversation, and instead he took up where he'd left off in the hunter-book, looking thoroughly annoyed. Seeing as Dean then was the only one looking that way, he was the first to notice them not being the only ones there.

Barely 50 yards away, a man stood watching them and when he saw that Dean had noticed him, he actually waved in salute. The guy was nothing out of the ordinary in the way he looked, a truck-driver in his late 30s maybe, nothing special. Yet, the way he waved at him in fake friendliness with a strained smile, gave Dean nonetheless the creeps.

"Sam." Dean murmured and punched his brother to get his attention. He had only looked away for maybe a second tops, but when he looked back at where the man had been standing, he was gone.

"What?" Sam irritated muttered, rubbing where Dean unknowingly to hard, had punched the side of his arm.

"There was a guy over there." Dean felt the worry start to build up to something more, and hurriedly looked around.

"You sure?"

"Fuck, I can't see him anymore. Can you see Cas?"

"No." Sam started to look worried too when Dean got up to get a better look behind them. And sure enough, the man unbelievably stood there just a few feet behind them, still with that fake smile on his face.

"How'd you do that?" Dean demanded loudly, but the man's smiled widened to reveal sharp fangs instead of human teeth and his eyes turned black all over. "Sam, look out!"

Dean automatically grabbed after the Colt in his jacket-pocket and got it out just before he was violently pummeled to the ground. The gun went off in the fall but the shot pretty much ended out in the woods without hitting anything. A little bit out of balance, Dean groaned for breath when getting up on all four as he'd been hit with something hard against the chest, immediately realizing the gun had also dropped out if his hand and was lying a couple of feet away. When reaching for it though, he a crushingly heavy weight to the back and was hence pushed back down.

"T-t-t, such a bad boy." came sarcastically from somewhere above. The weight on his back lifted and the black-eyed fang-man from before came into sight as he bent down to get the gun. Dean made a leap to stop him from getting it but got one more hit before he'd even left the ground and the pain exploded in his chest, leaving him panting on the side like a stranded goldfish. Sam now came into Dean's sight where he was half lying a couple of yards away, though, he looked fairly ok except the shocked look on his face.

"Sam, it's a demon. Some help would be nice."

The trucker-fanged-man snorted at this as he walked in in front of them, calculatingly examining the Colt in the process.

"Interesting that you thought a gun would kill a demon. I thought your parents would've taught you better. Oh right! I'd forgot, they're dead. My bad." Dean felt a wave of rage surge through him and managed to get to his feet rather gracefully. "Hold it," the demon hurriedly snapped and turned the gun towards Sam, successfully stopping Dean in mid-step, "right there. Don't move or I'll make this short on him. Now, I feel generous today so I might just let you go. I'm not here for you after all."