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Supernatural: Miscalculation-ch. 2

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Dean groaned. His head throbbed and he went to sit up, but felt his arms pulled back. He looked up to see his wrists were locked in shackles, and locked to a headboard on a bed. He looked around. “Cas?” he called into the bed room. “Sam? Gabriel?” He tugged against the cuffs and tried to sit up, and the bed sheets moved and his legs felt cold. “What the hell?” he muttered, shifting, and then rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Alright you son of a bitch,” he called. “Come on out!” Dean waited. He heard the wind outside, but nothing else. “You’ve got me chained down; I can’t do a thing to you! Show yourself…” There was no movement. “Unless you’re scared? And why am I not wearing pants? Huh?” Dean growled and tugged against the cuffs again. “Come on you bastard, show your ugly face!” As soon as those words left his lips, the door opened. A tall figure in a black cloak that shimmered with blues and silvers, like the night sky came in with Castiel.

The hood was up so the face was in darkness. The person had a hand on the angel’s arm. “Cas?” Dean asked, seeing how tired and worn out his friend looked. Castiel swayed in the hooded person’s grip, he looked ready to collapse. “Are you okay?” Dean asked, then realized that was a stupid question to ask. “No,” Castiel replied, staring at the hunter. “What happened?” Dean asked, trying to sit up again. “I do not wish to discuss it right now Dean,” Cas said. His hands were locked in tan colored cuffs, which bore symbols that were too small for Dean to recognize. The person shoved Cas onto the bed, and locked his ankle in a shackle that was connected to the bed, before leaving and locking the door. Castiel watched them leave, and then turned his blue eyes to Dean.

Dean shifted. “Have you seen Sam or Gabriel? Are they okay?” “I have felt Gabriel’s grace only, I have not seen them since we were captured three days ago…””What!” Dean exclaimed, cutting Cas off. “I have not been out for three days.” “Yes you have Dean,” Castiel told him. “This being, put you in a trance which kept you unconscious while it did what it wanted.” Cas turned to glare at the door, then turned back to Dean. “What exactly happened?” Dean asked slowly. “This thing…it’s torturing us,” Cas started to say. Dean’s eyes widened. “Not physically Dean, but mentally,” the angel clarified. “Is that even possible, I mean, to happen to you at least?” Dean asked. “I didn’t think it was possible, but this thing is unlike any of my father’s creatures that I have ever encountered,” Castiel explained. Dean nodded, not sure why a simple ‘yes’ wasn’t as effective. “This creature uses our greatest weakness against us, and it is very good at what it does,” Cas went on.

Dean swallowed hard. “Has it been torturing Sam?” Cas looked away, out the window that was on the other side of the bed. “Cas! Answer me, please,” Dean said, concerned. “Has it been torturing Sammy?” The angel looked back at the hunter. “I’m not entirely sure, but I do believe it is, in a fashion,” Castiel replied. “What do you mean?” Dean asked. “I have heard Gabriel screaming in pain, but nothing like that from Sam, only angry threats,” Cas explained. “Oh,” Dean said. He paused, licked his lips, glanced out the window, then looked back at the angel, who was still staring at him. “Cas, what’s your weakness?” Castiel tipped his head to the side. “Don’t you remember Dean, I told you once before.” “I…I must have forgotten,” Dean said, not sure why he felt guilty about not remembering. Cas sighed and shifted closer to Dean, as far as the shackle would allow, and it clanked against the bed post. “You remember when Sam killed Alastair?” Dean shuddered, trying to keep terrible memories buried and nodded. “And you asked why I was “on a leash”?” Cas continued. “Yeah, and you said it was because some higher ups thought you were getting too close…” Dean started to say. “They thought I was getting too close to my charge, to you. Dean, you have been and always will be my weakness,” Castiel said. Dean held the angel’s gaze, licked his lips, and then looked away, unsure of what to do with that information. “Cas, I think you just said you loved me,” he thought.

“So you don’t know what this is and it’s messing with us, peachy,” he muttered. He glanced at Castiel. “What did it do to me, while I was out?” Cas stared at Dean. “I really do not want to discuss…” he began to say. “Cas, I want to know, I want to know what it did and what it’s doing so we can stop it!” Dean interrupted. Castiel looked down at the bed, tracing patterns in the sheets with his fingers. “Did it take my pants?” Dean asked, shifting, his legs only in black boxers. Castiel nodded. “Why? What did it do? Cas, talk to me!” The angel sighed and turned to look at the door. “Cas!” Dean jerked in the shackles. He softened his voice. “Cas, please, you don’t have to give me details, just tell me, please.” Castiel turned back, gazed at Dean for a moment, then replied, “Alright.”
Destiel implied here, so don't like, there's a magical button in the left hand corner of your screen called the back button, press it and leave your troll comments to yourself
not going to put a warning on this, unless a half naked Dean Winchester goes against the rules =p
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ch. 3: regates.deviantart.com/art/Sup...
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Desteil is my otp so I do not object Supernatural - Castiel - Dean