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Dean pushed the sleeve up on his arm and looked down at the raised scar, watching it as it slowly dimmed from where it had been burning with power. He ran his fingers over it, ignoring Cas for a moment.
"Dean… you're-"
"A demon." Dean's voice was emotionless, and his expression was pensive as the realization dawned on him.
(SECOND FIC in a Rewriting of the series where Dean doesn't throw Human!Cas out of the bunker in early season 9. Loosely season by season. Destiel.)
Series
- Part 2 of Only Human
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Ch9
This time Cas threw him back, his eyes glowing blue as he used his strength to put a few feet's distance between them. "Dean." That warning tone was back.
A grin crept across the demonic hunter's expression. "Aw come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that."
Cas swallowed. "This isn't you."
Dean spread his arms, hands out. "It's all me."
Cas shook his head. "We need to get Sam."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
"That's the mark talking, not you."
"The mark is me. I am the mark."
The angel held firm. "That isn't true."
Dean deepened the smile, feeling a rush as he thought about it. "Yeah, I think it is."
"Dean stop."
"Sorry babe. Don't feel like it."
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"What's wrong with him?""I think he's having a panic attack."
"Angels can have panic attacks?"
Castiel lost focus at that point, neatly passing out.
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Castiel watched Dean warily from his spot, still chained to the wall. The demon had returned just seconds ago, but he looked different."I found it." Dean said, his words measured. "He didn't use it all."
The angel stared at the small vial in his hands. He could hear the faint hum, pulling at his very being. He brought his eyes back up, surprised to see the demon standing completely still, looking… concerned?
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"Dean." Cas pleaded softly. "Please don't kill anyone else just to keep me alive." He closed his eyes, figuring the request was useless. "I don't want to be saved that way."The demon stared at him. It was a moment before he spoke, so soft Castiel almost didn't hear him. "I don't want you to die."
The angel opened his eyes, looking at Dean. "Please." He begged again gently.
Dean didn't so much as twitch for several minutes, internally waging a mental war with himself before coming to a conclusion. Finally he stepped forward. He reached up, opening the cuffs and letting Cas ease himself back down onto his feet. It was another moment's hesitation before he finally opened the small glowing vial, letting the grace fly back to its original owner.
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"You should be okay now." Dean confirmed. He gave a weak smile. "Scared the shit out of me. I thought you died a couple times back there."Cas looked back up at the hunter. He sounded so much like Dean right now.
"Your heart is slowing. And all of your wounds are closing." Dean looked over the last of the bruising Cas sustained during his fit. "If I had to guess, your grace will be near full again by morning. It's almost ten at night now."
"How long was I out?"
"Half a day." Dean admitted.
Castiel nodded. His head was dizzy with a thousand thoughts at once. "Sorry." He mumbled, though he wasn't sure why.
"You better be." Dean replied, but his voice was still laced with shaky relief. He sighed. "Get some more rest. I'll be back."
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ch.9
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