Little Hunter & His Angel

There's a little Destiel story which I'm pretty proud of ^.^ 

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Title: Little Hunter & His Angel

Type: fanfic, slash, SPN, Dean x Castiel

Kind: fluff (idk?)

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    I am tied to a pillar. Again. I lift my head and look around. It's dark, cold, and smells like shit. Yeah, I'm pretty certain that I'm in sewers. Awesome. I sigh, and then I see Cas on the opposite side of the room. He's tied to another pillar. He's alive, that's good. This means that the creature who abducted him is still here. And that's bad.

     "Cas." I hiss. "Cas!" he groans silently and opens his eyes, just like he's been waken from a nap. When he realises he's been abducted (it took him a while to be honest) he starts to panic and look around hysterically. Then he notices me across the room and his eyes widen slightly.

     "Dean. You're here." Small head tilt. I swallow nervously. "But you are tied too. Did they abduct you too?"

     "Um... No, they didn't." I laugh shortly. "I was trying to find you, and get you out of here. I guess the plan didn't go as it supposed to. "I smile at him sadly, his face's still concerned, frowning. Then I remember we have to free ourselves and run away. "Cas" I whisper. He lifts his head and look me in the eyes. "That thing... The thing that kidnapped you. Is it still here? Did you see what it was?"

      "Yes. But it was strange, Dean." Head tilt again. This time on the left. "It was me. Well, not exactly me." A little smile crawls up his lips. I can't help smiling too, but I make a straight face again before he could notice my smile. "You know, I'm here, so it couldn't be me, right? But he looked like me. It was like looking at a mirror. And he was rude, Dean. Very rude. He wanted to hurt me, and he took my angel blade."

      "Don't worry. He won't hurt you if I kill him first." Now I'm mad. Duh, pissed. "Cas, why couldn't you escape? I mean, your powers, and... You know."

     "Enochian symbols. I'm almost powerless. They weaken me, as if I wasn't weak already." I look at his shirt and now I notice change in its color. White shirt became almost black from dry blood stains. Cas also looks very weak, it hurts me inside to look at him when he's in this condition.

     "Well well well" I hear Cas' voice but when I look at him, his lips aren't moving. He's looking around nervously. A moment later an exact replica of Cas stands between me and the real angel. "Watch your mouth, little Hunter. I'm glad you're angry. It makes you stronger, and I want you to have at least a slight hope that you can escape from here. And when you'll think you're so close to escaping, I'll kill you both. I'll watch your last hope trickle down with your blood on dirty floor." If a look could kill, he'd be dead from a second he entered this room. I keep a straight angry face and try to reach a knife hidden behind my belt. He must've been smarter than me, because it's not there. "Oh, your little knife?" He laughs. "It's not there. See, you're not as smart and strong as you think you are." Little smirk dances on his face, which makes me incredibly uncomfortable, considering the fact that he still looks like Cas.

     "I'm strong enough to kill you with my bare hands without a blink of an eye!" I growl loudly and violently try to get rid of ropes on my wrists.

     "Alright. Maybe you are, I believe you, you don't have to prove it. But you're still not strong enough to free yourself, right? Not strong enough to stop me from killing him." He points at Cas, without even turning in his direction. I feel my heart jumping in my chest and blood pumping in my veins. I hate him more than any monster I've ever hunted. But he continues. And I hate him even more. "Probably not strong enough to watch him bleed out right in front of your eyes. He'll be asking for your help, Dean. Begging you to help, or finish him. And you won't be able to do any of this. You'll have to live knowing that you couldn't help him. That he died, because of   y o u.

     "And why would you do that? I'm not asking about being a complete son of a bitch, I know that. Do you have any relevant reason?" I force myself to stick confidence and seriousness in my voice although internally I'm screaming with rage.

      "I do have a reason. Wanna know what it is?" He takes few steps in my direction and squats few inches in front of me. "He's an angel, did you know?" He's whispering now. His face is so close to mine, that I feel his breath on my cheeks and see darker spots on his bright irises. "I want his soul. His pure, divine soul. You know how precious are souls nowadays? You wouldn't even imagine. I'll take it from him and shatter it into pieces. He will never be the same. Oh, right." He laughs. "He'll be dead." He stands up. Suddenly a knife appears in his hand. Unfortunately I notice it isn't just a normal knife. It's Cas's angel blade. He took it from him, and now he's going to kill him with his own weapon. What an irony.

      "Stop." I say harshly. He stops and turns around to see me, interest on his face. "Let him go."

     "You think it's that easy? You think..."

     "Take me instead." I interrupt him.

     "Dean..." real Cas groans. "Don't do it."

     "Let's make a deal. You let him go, then you get to have me. I'm the most wanted hunter in a whole world. I think that's a fair deal.

     "No, it's not, Dean." Cas says, hardly audible, I see he's having problems with breathing, not to mention talking. "I won't let you die for me."

     "You died for me more than once. I think I can die to save you this one time." I turn to look at him and have a quick glance at his deep sapphire eyes.

     "Oh, that's so sweet." Fake Cas looks at both of us. "That's so sweet how love can change people." I feel a shiver running down my spine and a blush slowly crawling up my cheeks. I stare angrily at a demon, avoiding Cas's look, because i have no idea what I'd tell him. "Yes, Dean, I know some things about you." He walks towards me and again squats in front of me. "Things you don't want to admit. Maybe you're afraid of your feelings. But don't you worry about it, Dean. Love is beautiful, you know?"

     "Shut up." I mumble.

     "What are you saying?" He laughs.

     "Shut up." I repeat, louder, with confidence in my voice.

     "Little hunter can kill demons, ghosts and other scary things but is afraid of admitting his feelings? That's cute, you know? You're kinda cute." He says, putting his hand on my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. I feel goosebumps all over my arms and I don't know whether is it from Cas (well, at least Cas's body) touching me, or just from pure rage. With a little shame I'd say it's the first one. I jerk my head left and Fake Cas takes his hand back. "If you hadn't had a boyfriend, I'd definitely flirt with you." He winks at me, which causes another wave of goosebumps, covering my back this time.

      I take a quick glance at Castiel. He looks so confused. As he notices I'm looking in his direction, he tilts his head slightly, what makes him look like a cute puppy concerned about what's happening. I bet he keeps asking himself "What is going on". He'd probably ask it out loud, but he's not stupid, it's already awkward, he wouldn't make it even weirder. Very probably he's even scared, the monster that made him bleed and suffer, now is having a casual chat with his friend. It's weird, because he's an angel. God's son, one of the most powerful creatures to ever exist, scared of love, and being loved.

      "He's not my boyfriend." I mumble loud enough only for shapeshifter to hear me. He leans towards me. His head is again so close to mine, that I can't think clearly.

      "But you wish he was, am I right?" He whispers hardly audible with sparkles in his eyes. He eyes me slowly, from my lips to eyes and winks at me, licking his lips seductively. I cannot hold back trembling in my hands, I swallow nervously. I take a quick look at his lips, hoping he won't realise it. A smirk crawls up his lips. Hope is stupid. "Well well well... Looks like someone here has a really dirty mind" he laughs softly and touches my ear with his lips. "Want to see how these taste?" I flinch. From excitement. He's a monster, and he almost managed to turn me on. I hate myself for this. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look like" he leans to give me a kiss, our faces so close I can feel his warm breath on my lips. I look into his eyes, he winks at me, and then, suddenly our lips encounter. Warm touch of his lips on my lips shocks me so much, that I can't even make a move. Cas's lips are so soft, and so sweet. It feels like a ray of sunshine blessing you with its love, kissing slowly and enjoying every little part of your skin.

     I'd probably close my eyes involuntarily and enjoy it, but the door slams open, somebody enters the room, and Fake Cas lets go of my lips to look at the uninvited guest. Before I can even realise it's Sam, I hear a shot and shapeshifter is laying on the ground with a puddle of blood under him, getting bigger every moment. I think I hate my brother.

     Sam comes to me, tucking his gun back behind his belt. He unties the rope in few seconds and leaves me, heading to Cas, to do the same thing. I keep sitting on the floor, rubbing my bruised wrists, and can't stop thinking about Cas. Even though it was shapeshifter Castiel, it still felt so real. His lips... felt so real. I'll never be able to look at him the same way. Only when Sam pats me on my shoulder I realise he's reaching a hand in my direction. I take it and stand up.

       "Shapeshifter, huh?" I nod slightly, staring at the ground. Suddenly tips of my shoes are so fucking interesting.

      "Let's go from here. This stench makes me sick." I say, my voice is horribly emotionless, though it's hard to keep it that way after what happened a while ago. I wonder if Cas saw it. Probably not, shapeshifter covered me with himself, but he's smart, he had to think why we're taking so long to talk. I'm not saying he knows that I just kinda kissed him, he just probably will suspect something. And that's bad. No matter what he'll suspect, I guess our friendship will never be the same. Not from my side. Believe, after you taste lips of your best friend, you'll never be able to look at him the same, not to mention talking. It's extremely uncomfortable.

     I start walking towards the exit. Sam catches me after a moment and walks by my side, but he keeps looking back at Castiel. I take a quick glance too. He's walking slowly, almost limping, his trench coat is creased and dirty, from mud and blood. His shirt that used to be white, now is almost black from blood. I'm not completely heartless, I slow down slightly, so he doesn't have to hurry.

     "Dean..." Sam starts, but I think I know what he wants to say.

     "How long have you been in that room? What did you hear?" I ask quietly, not even turning to look at him.

     "I... Not much. But I saw more. I think it speaks for itself." I sigh. I don't want to talk about it. I really don't want to. But I know I wont be able to avoid it, so I'd rather have this behind me.

      "And what did you see?"

      "I.... Um.... He kissed you. Kissed. Just like that. You were talking quietly, so I don't know what was it about, but I saw him kissing you, and it was weird. Very weird. You were quiet, so I didn't hear anything, but I saw it. You looked like you didn't want him to stop. I... I just don't get it."

      "I don't get it either."

      "What do you mean? And why would Shapeshifter want to kiss you? Please, help me understand it."

      "Sam you're not blind, please... Aw... C'mon man, you see how I act around Cas." I hesitate. "This son of a bitch just had to take memories from Cas and put two and two together. Judging from Cas's face he didn't discover it yet." I sigh.

      "Wait... Let me get this straight... What did Shapeshifter put together?" 

      "Listen to me you little shit. You've finished college, almost became a lawyer, hunted more demons than you can count and you still don't know how is it to like someone you have absolutely no chance with?" I almost heighten my voice but then I remember that Cas is just behind us and I calm myself.

      "So you admit it?" I hear laughter in his voice.

      "Admit what?"

      "You..." he leans closer to me and lowers his voice, whispering. "You do love him?" for the first time from the beginning of this conversation I turn to look at him with the best bitchface I can afford. 

      "Don't make me say that." I point at him, bitchy smirk crawling up his face. "You do not make me say that."

      "You do. You really do." 

      "I hate you so much right now." I say, hiding a smile.

      We finally reach the end of the sewers and see a ladder on a wall, leading to the surface. I put my hand on a cold wet metal of the ladder and then I think about Cas. I turn around to see him standing next to Sam, looking sadly at his shoes. I think I've never seen a more helpless person than Cas right now. He looks like a wreck of a man. His clothes are dirty from mud and blood. His hair is messy and his eyes are gray, although a while ago they were light blue, just like someone drained him of all color. My heart shatters inside to see him in that condition, but I know I can't afford breaking down right now. 

      "I'm going first, then you, Cas, Sam, you go last. Help Cas here, I'll help him on the surface." 

      "I climb up the ladder, carefully, trying not to slip on wet rungs. Then I open the hatch and crawl outside to the evening air. As i already stand on the ground I squat next to the entrance, waiting for Cas to show up. When he is halfway up, he reaches a hand in my direction, smiling weakly. I take his hand and help him, pulling him up. He groans quietly when I clench my hand on his bruised wrist, so I loose my grip slightly. He stands up and lets go of my hand. He shakes invisible leaves off of his shoulder and looks at me. Little smile dances on his face.

      "Thank you, Dean."