Hero

Title: Hero



Author: Anne Midnight Hunter



Beta: Yarinid (Thanks girl! Love u!) Any errors are my doing!



Rate: M/NC-17



Series: Supernatural



Pair/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, Michael, Bobby, Crowley, Raphael, Adam, Impala, OC



Type: Slash/TWT/Humor/Angst/Dark



Anne: Hi! Finally chap three its here! I had such a hard time tryin' to finish it! Lost my notebook with ALL my 'Hero's' notes, gotta started them again and just life was in the way…Never mind the past! In this new year I wanna be able to post faster! Yay! So, here it is! Hope you guys enjoy it!



Chapter 3: Blood



The hospital room smelled like antibiotics and death. Dean was sleeping; a restless sleep had descended upon the hunter. The nightmares invaded his mind and whimpers could be heard slipping from his full lips. Sam was also sleeping, covering the small sofa with his long body; not wanting to leave his brother alone. Jason was gone for the night, not been able to stay; only family members could.



They were completely exhausted, drained, not only for the wounds and the recent job, but also for this messy apocalypse thing. Castiel was standing in the shadows of the room, the only light coming from the moon, illuminated the bruised face of Dean, and the messy, brown locks of Sam's hair.



His boys could not take any more pain.



Castiel walked toward Sam, touching with two fingers the younger's man forehead. In a instance, Sam became completely slack, his tense muscles relaxing and a soft smile graced his face, making him look younger and carefree.



A name floated from his pink, thin lips.



Castiel ignored it, not wanting to know what the brunet was dreaming.



His blue eyes turned towards Dean. Castiel knew that the medicine and painkillers were doing nothing to alleviate the blond from the pain a witch's knife could inflict. But, for the sake of Sam's and, also, Jason's, Dean didn't complain. Just gave tired smiles and whined that he wanted pie, beer, and cheeseburgers with extra beacon. Fooling even Bobby, the angel knowing that Dean was hurting, tired, and wanting nothing more than for this to be over.



The angel sat on the bed, his eyes studying the man resting there. Even bruised, anyone could see how beautiful his face is. It was more beautiful when he was laughing. The mirth could make those green eyes sparkle like a pair of jade stones. Dean was a good man under the womanizer-bear-loving-macho-man persona.



"Cas, what's wrong?" The hunter's throaty voice took the angel out of his musings.



"Nothing is wrong, Dean. Go back to sleep." Castiel responded in a whisper, not wanting to hurt Dean's head more, he could feel the headache forming in the blond's head. Dean narrowed his eyes; he licked his lips, not noticing the way Castiel's blue eyes zoomed to them. They were cracked, pale, and dry.



They were perfect.



Castiel was dying to press his against Dean's. To see what was the fuzz about kissing. To see if it would be as amazing as the humans made it look. A cold, pale, hand grabbed his in a weak grip.



"Okay, huggy-bear. What is it? You're givin' me this X-ray look that is making me feel like you wanna try and count all my freckles." Grunted Dean, glaring at the angel, but it lost any real threat thanks to the weariness his eyes showed. Castiel gazed at their laced hands.



"I-I cannot heal you. I cannot even see your soul anymore, Dean" He whispered, shame dripping from his tone.



It made Dean freeze.



Castiel sighed.



"Ever since…You know I am losing my Grace. I cannot see human's souls. Nor heal them. Nor exorcise demons. I cannot see your soul, Dean. I cannot find the golden glow it has." Dean nodded, in understanding. Castiel had already explained the soul thing to him. One night, on a motel room in the middle of Nowhere, Nevada; while Sam was out buying food.



Angels could see human's souls; each soul had a different, unique glow. Dean's was a golden/green one, while Sam's was a golden/brown one. Close family members shared one color in common. Castiel had said that when both Winchesters where in the same room, their souls danced around each other, never touching, but playfully confronted each other. That statement had made Dean blush like a virgin maid. It had sounded like a cheesy plot line of some chick, romance novel.



"I am sorry, Dean." The angel whispered again, the hunter shook his head, he gripped harder the pale hand in his, noticing that Castiel's hand is smaller and softer than his.



"Don't be. I know what you're thinking, Cas. It's not your fault, ok?" Dean finish, a reassuring smile gracing his tired face. Castiel return it.



"Thank you, Dean." The hunter squeezed the pale hand.



"Now, stop talkin, and knock me out, okay? I wanna dream 'bout pie tonight."



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Sam gave a sigh and glanced at his older brother that was sitting besides him in the Impala. After a week in the hospital, Dean had enough. He made the doctor give the 'okay' to get the hell out of there. Even thought Sam protested that he should rest more, Dean just gave him an icy glare and snarled that he was fine. Sam sighed and didn't even comment that Dean was so exhausted and hurt that he needed to support himself of Sam, Castiel or Jason to just stand up. Castiel had put a hand on the younger Winchester, stopping his nagging.



"Never mind him, Samuel. You know how stubborn Dean is. If anything happens, we take him back here." The angel had whispered. Sam had nod and helped his pain-in-his-fucking-ass older brother up from the bed.



Sam had found demonic activity in a small town in Kansas. He thanked God it was not Lawrence. He didn't think he nor Dean could stand a case of demons in a killing spree in the streets of their birth place. Dean's grunt of pain brought Sam back to reality. He looked at his older brother with questions marks written all over his blond sighed and pointed at the house they were park outside.



"Well? What're you doin', Geekboy? Thinkin' of a way to say bye to your Jailbait?" Dean asked in a semi-snaky way, not really insulting.



Dean liked the kid.



Sam glared at him and flip Dean off.



"Shut up, Dean. And get your ass out, you too gonna say bye." Ordered the younger man and got out of the Impala. He smiled at Dean's 'stupid, bossy, little brothers' and walked toward the door. Before he could reach it, Jason was already there. In a pair of black, sweat pants and a white Tokio Hotel shirt. The boy was barefoot and his hair was bed drag.



He looks so pretty.



The thought made Sam shiver and cast it out of his mind with difficulty. He was going to miss the kid. Jason looked up at him, sad eyes peering at him under black, shaggy bangs.



"You're leaving." He said in a whisper, Sam stood in front of him. The urge to comfort the kid was great.



"Yeah, kid. We're leaving." Dean said, leaning heavily against his younger brother. Jason glanced at him, worry marred his features.



"Dean, are you sure you should be up?" The black-haired asked, touching said hunter's side with gentle fingers. Dean gave him a pained smile and let Jason take some of his weight.



"Yeah, Jay. Don't worry. I'm like Batman." He replay, making Jason smile sadly and Sam snort. The boy gazed at the older men, his eyes blinking away the unshed tears, Sam sighed. This was why they didn't stay much after a case, you can get attach to the victims.



"Do you really have to go? You can stay here, my dad wont mind." Jason offered, eyes on Sam. The brunet doubt it, he had seen the dark look Mr. Ortiz gave him when he drop off Jason last night after his daily visit to the hospital. And how it darkened when Jason gave Sam a soft kiss on the cheek. But, the question kind of threw both brothers out. It wasn't often a victim ask them to stay, but this was not usually your normal salt-and-burn hunt and Dean's hospital vacation made them close.



"Sorry, Jason. But we can't. We need to move to the next job." Said the brunet, giving the boy a sad grin. Jason nodded and hugged Dean, pressing his face on the leather jacket, inhaling a shaky breath. Dean smiled, he let go of Sam's arm and wrap his arms around the lithe form.



He wasn't a hugger, but like he said, he liked Jason. The boy reminded him of Sam when he was a teenager. All awkward, cute, and blushed at every single lewd comment his older brother made. Dean let the boy go and smirked at him. Jason blushed, see? Cute.



"Well, kid. It was a pleasure. I wait in the car, while you two get your girly-on, kay?" He chuckle at the twin glares and limped back to the Impala. Sam shook his head and smiled down at Jason. The teen returned the smile and hugged Sam, pressing his lithe body against the tall, strong frame of Sam's. Inhaling the smell of after-shave, gun powder, and male musk. Sam wrapped his muscled arms around the boy.



"It was nice meetin' ya, Jay." He whispered, Jason looked up at him and smiled. He grasped Sam's nape, pulling the older man down and gave him a sweet kiss in the cheek.



"Same here, Samuel Winchester. Be careful and don't lose my number, you don't know when I can be of use."



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Dean sighed and grunted in pain when he finally sat on the passenger side of his Chevrolet. He glanced at the younger men and rolled his eyes at them. They are such a pair of emo-chicks. He chuckle at the mental image of Sam dressed as one and moaned in pain when he jolted his tender wounds.



Karma is such a bitch.



He closed his eyes, letting his mind float to that night in his hospital room, when Castiel told him he could not longer see the glow of Dean's soul. The wave of guilt came back at full force, he had always felt it was his fault that the nerdy angel was falling from Grace. Bobby had told him it had been the angel's choice.



Dean knew that.



The guilt he felt came from asking him. No. Demanding Castiel to help him and Sam, but mostly him.



Dean closed his eyes and let the back of his head fall against the seat. He really didn't knew when his feelings for Castiel changed from friendship to something more profound. It wasn't love, but he knew that could easily changed. Dean let his mind wander around, his thoughts on Castiel's rare smiles, his big, blue eyes, that sometimes were so intense, he couldn't look away from them. The peace and safety that the raven brought him whenever he was around.



Castiel provide him with a range of different feelings and emotions that Dean's mind and heart didn't wanted to acknowledge; for now. His thoughts turned into daydreams of what an apple-life with Castiel be like, when his phone went off. We Are The Fallen's 'Like A Prayer' came out of the tiny speakers of the phone.



'When you call my name, it's like a little Prayer.



I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you There.



In the midnight hour, I can feel your Power.



Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there'



I didn't had that ring tone. Maybe Sam was playing with my phone. He thought and answer it after he saw Castiel's name on the screen, smiling at the lyrics.



"Hey, Cas."



"Hello, Dean. How are you feeling?" The angel asked, Dean could hear the concern in the deep voice. That made the hunter smile.



"I'm better, Cas." Dean answered and rested fully against the seat, he glanced through the window and smiled lecherously at the flirting his younger and the cute, emo boy were engaging.



Huh…What do you know?



"I am glad. Where are you now, Dean?"



"In front of Jason's house. Sam's saying his good-byes. Why don't you wait up in our motel room?" Suggested the hunter. Castiel agreed and was going to hang up, when the angel's voice whispered from the other side of the line.



"I am so sorry, Dean" The blond sighed and closed his eyes. He hated to hear the guilt in the angel's deep voice.



"Cas, I already told you. It wasn't your fault. Don't bring it up again, ok, man?" Dean asked in an almost pleading tone, feeling a bit weak because of it. Castiel agreed and after an awkward silence, both males said their good-byes and hung up. Dean looked from the window of the car to see Sam walking toward them with a sad expression on his face and a sniffling Jason waved at them. His little brother opened the car door, slide his tall frame inside and closed the door. The brunet gave sigh and looked at his brother.



"Ready to hit the road?" Asked the younger man, Dean just grunted, turned the radio up, letting Finger Eleven's 'First Time' lyrics wash over them.



'It feels like the first time



That we'd fallen behind



And we faltered too far down



No one could save us



It feels like the first time



And we're standing about them



And no one can touch us



The worst is over'



When The Winchester Brothers arrived at their motel room at the Sunset Motel and a group of people surrounded it and the faint sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance; they knew that something was wrong.



When both men shoved their way in and saw the state of the room, furniture turn over, rip open and broken and blood covered the walls and floor in a grotesque, mockery version of modern art, they knew that something was very, very wrong.



When Sam shouted for Dean, both ignoring the mass of people outside and the approaching police, and he stood beside the taller man, watching the Angel Killing Knife covered in blood and Cas's broken cell phone on the floor, Dean's heart clenched.



What the hell happened here? And where was Cas?



T.B.C.



Anne: OMG! Finally the third chap is done! I don't completely like it, but I like it…does that make any sense to you? To me, it does! But, I ain't completely stable so whateve lol… Is it me, or I am actually hinting a bit of Wincest in this? My Lord! I think my subconscious is asking for a Wincest! OMG! *running around, blushing and giggling* I had never really written one! Read a lot but Oh God…Anyway! I freak/squeal later! Please, review and eat a chocolate sock! Bye!