We Watched, We Waited..there was Only Silence (alphaxkiki)

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

Dean felt Castiel's presence growing stronger and stronger until he stood less than a foot away from her. She stiffened, forcing her breaths to come in calmly. As he questioned her, she ducked her head and lowered her gaze, feeling indescribably uncomfortable. "Good things don't happen, not in my experience," she replied, voice soft, thinking she didn't need to be loud to be heard at this proximity. Her heart began to beat faster as nerves began to sink in. How could he see through her like that? Was she wearing her thoughts too welcomingly on her face? Normally the young hunter was too good at hiding her emotions, coming across often as standoffish and heartless to most. Something about Castiel felt unnervingly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

Dean started to believe that he was indeed the one who saved her from the pits of He**... He may believe that he means her no harm, but she knows all too well that there is always a price for such a hefty favor. She finally forced herself to meet his gaze, wanting to create space between them, but feeling unable to move. Dean took in a shaky breath, forcing a nervous laugh, "Alright, we're alone," she continued, "So what is it that we need to talk about?" she asks, avoiding his question altogether. She felt his grief, his pity. It took everything she could to not knock the look out of his eyes with her fists. Aggression was her default response to any sort of emotional comforting. She learned at a young age that no amount of talking things out would make the world okay, only actions could make the world safer.

[Alpha*]

~CastielNovak~

"Angels are warriors, you're safe.. don't be afraid. " Did she not see his wings? Can she not feel the grace - his grace and mark - Mark in her shoulder?

Castiels' jaw clenches; "Stop looking." Is warned, "I came because you needed me. So do yourself a favor and stop looking Dean." Because she isn't here just on a whim. There's a whole plan! And he isn't supposed to say anything. He's the answer!

"I can hear you. If ... you need me." With another great woosh! The angel is gone.

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When he returns to heaven his hands are shaking. Too close. Too much. So why is he so loathe to leave?

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

It was hard to pin point why, but Dean didn't feel afraid. With him so close to her, she could feel that he was no threat to her wellbeing. Then with no warning, no sound, just a breeze that came out of no where, he was gone without a trace. Dean felt her lungs fill with air, relief rushing off her shoulders. And yet, she felt misplaced. Like something was missing. She scratched at her left shoulder, the handprint throbbing momentarily and easing in the same second. Bobby began to stir, Dean rushing to his side to help him up.

"How are you feeling?" She asked quickly, guiding the large hunter to a table where he could lean. Her eyes inspected him up and down, but just as Castiel had said, he didn't harm Bobby at all. 'So he didn't lie about that... What else was he telling the truth about?' she thought quietly to herself. "I'm fine," Bobby brushed her off him, looking around confused, "Where is it?" he asked, looking back to Dean quizzingly. Dean frowned, knowing the experienced hunter wouldn't take her seriously. "He said he was an angel of the lord," she eased into it, "Claimed that God himself asked for me to be brought back," she laughed. "I mean, can you believe that?" she asked sarcastically, shaking her head. Bobby looked at her hard, not sharing her lighthearted moment. "An angel?" he asks, sounding lost in thought. "We should get going," he turned quickly, gathering his books and weapons quickly and quietly.

Dean watched him a moment before jumping in and gathering up an armful. They left the barn, the storm that had been raging since the moment they arrived finally subsiding, an uneasy quiet left in its wake. 'I can hear you... if you need me..' Dean recalled Castiel's words thoughtfully. What did he mean by that? She shook her head, Bobby seemed to have a lead in his mind he didn't want to share. They drove in silence, back to Bobby's house in small town South Dakota. Dean stared out the window, a mixture of emotions dancing around her mind as she tried to remember everything Castiel told her, every detail of their encounter. No detail was too small, down to the way his tie hung loosely and crookedly off his neck. She couldn't wait to finally see Sam just so she could tell him about the whole ordeal.

[Alpha*]

~ CastielNovak ~

He paces, first in heaven, then on earth - his vessel seems resigned to his presence. As if the man hadn't agreed. And it's been days... just over a week.. she hasn't called.. she hadnt prayed. Was he not clear enough? Did he scare her?

But he can't seem to stop himself from watching what Dean Winchester was doing. What is she researching? The angel waits.

But then, just as he had prepared to enter heaven again - now that it is night again - he hears a voice. Deans voice. Why does she sound scared? It isn't long before he is inside the dark house. It's windy and cool outside as he enters the room she sleeps in, silently, though the dark doesn't bother him he is careful to not startle the huntress in Robert Singers' spare room. Is she... is she dreaming? Nightmares.

Of what? He cautiously reaches out and lays a hand on her shoulder to waken her. "Dean."

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

It had taken a few days for the young hunter to get settled back into the world of the living. Dean took the time to track down Sam, taking Bobby along to prove she was not in fact a ghost, ghoul, witch, shapeshifter, or processed by a demon. Of course it took Sam a little more convincing; doused with holy water, cut by silver, a few Latin phrases spoken loudly at her. When he realized she was back, it was actually his older sister through and through, he wrapped her in the biggest hug she think she's ever felt. It felt so good to be held once more, especially by the person she loved most in the whole world. He of course grilled her with countless questions about He**, her time there, and how she returned. Dean lied, she said she didn't remember anything after being attacked by the He**hounds. Then she woke up in a shallow grave and had to claw her way back to the surface. She gave her little brother some c*ap about not giving her a proper hunter's burial, but he pointed out then she wouldn't have had a body to return to. So in a way, she was grateful.

Although she was finally accepting the fact that she was home, alive once more, and safe, she couldn't stop thinking about her time down below. Every night she was sent back to her time on the rack; torn apart, fixed up, and then torn apart again and again... Dean spent her days searching for any lore on angels, which there was plenty. Bobby did the same, sparing time only between books enough to eat and get a few hours of shut eye. Sam continued hunting, said he had a few leads to some major problems further south, but he checked in multiple times a day, mostly worried about Dean. She hated being the center of attention, but knew that nothing like this has ever happened before, that they knew of.

Tonight was no different, a new horror awaiting her as she closed her eyes to sleep. It didn't take many nights for her to decide to leave the couch and take the spare bedroom. She often woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmares, and couldn't imagine she was sleeping quietly while having them. Just at the climax, when the demon in charge of her nightly horrors was about to rip through her and grab her still beating heart, a familiar voice broke through..

Gasping in a breath of air, Dean jumped at the soft touch to her shoulder, a familiar presence in the room. She instinctively grabbed her machete that she slept with under her pillow and raised it to the being the hand belonged to. In the low moon light streaming from the lonely window, she could hardly make out the face of her assailant. "Castiel?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes in an attempt of seeing him more clearly. Although she felt more at ease, the whispers of her nightmare clung to her subconscious.

[Alpha*]

~ Castiel Novak ~

He nods, satisfied that she knows who he is; nods, because she recognizes him. "Be Not Afraid." Is the words of comfort he offers the hunter, "I'm watching over you. " His hand falls from her shoulder, fingertips pressing against his coat. Angels are watching over you. What had she drempt of that had her courage drove to the sticking place, her ire risen and a knife clutched so tightly in the darkness?

Robert Singers home is one of the safest there is on earth! So what was it? "You are safe here, Dean." Is rumbled, not sure how to help her. How to comfort her. But being here, doing this, it feels right. Seeing her squinting, trying to see him, he twitches his fingers.... and carefully reaches out again, as if to touch her. Instead, he turns a lamp near the bed on, before turning to get ready to leave.

Surely she doesn't want him here?

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

Dean lowers her large knife at the sound of his voice. 'I'm watching over you..' Normally this would be the most terrifying thing to hear, not knowing how or when he could see what she was doing at any given time, it was like having a nanny cam with no chance of finding it. Rather, she felt an odd comfort fall over her, which was a new feeling. Flinching against the bright lamp light, Dean blinks a few times to adjust her eyes. She breaths in his image once more, noting the same outfit of a suit and trench coat combo. A bold choice for any mortal man, let alone someone who she would imagine would want to remain inconspicuous. As he turns away from her, she feels herself mentally reaching out for him, "Wait!" she whispers, biting her tongue as soon as the word leaves her lips. Dean didn't even process that the angel might be leaving her side before her voice busted through the silence in the room. She looked down for a moment in shame, wishing she had the strength to get through another night of horror, but alas she felt defeated.

"While your here," she searched for the right words, feeling exhausted, but wanting to do anything but return to her endless nightmare. "There must be a reason, right?" Dean asks softly, feeling her heart ache once more with the burning question of why she was saved. "I mean, the big guy," she half smiles, "What's he got planned for little ole me?" the young huntress raises her eyes to look at Castiel's face, taking in the curves of his jaw line, and the bags under his eyes.

[Alpha*]

~ Castiel Novak ~

He turns slowly back to her, and watches with those too blue eyes; She'd said wait, so he did. An excuse to stay, he knows, but one that he is .... greatful (oddly) for. She's his mission, nothing more. So why is he waiting?

The angel appraises the human silently. A reason? "You were afraid." Is spoken about why he had come. "Is that not enough?" But then she is clarifying her question and he's wishing she hadn't. Why? Because it's not that he isn't supposed to say, it's that already he doesn't want to. How can he deny her? "There is a Plan." Is affirmed at long last, warring with himself. "God's plan."

Castiel is quiet, "you were saved to be apart of that plan." Her eyes have him pinned, or so he feels, like he is trapped and cannot escape. "You are the Rightious Woman, Dean Winchester. You... will help to save Humanity from the end of the World." Is that enough? Is it too much? It seems like too much. "We fought from the moment you were taken to Perdition to save you, unfortunately... it took time." So many lives lost. he swallows, and slowly moves closer to her again, seeing blood under her nails and etched on her skin. For a moment he wants to heal her, but she wouldn't like it. Would she? "The Apocalypse has begun, Dean. And you are Chosen."

[Keke14]

Dean Winchester

Dean realizes that Castiel came here merely because she had been having a nightmare. She stays quiet while he speaks, watching him closely. Nothing about his demeanor seemed off, or like he was lying. He truly believed every word he spoke, which meant it was all true. Slowly she moves the blankets from over her, sliding to the end of the bed and resting her feet against the floor, needing to feel grounded. Once again her pulse raced, but her eyes remained calm and focused. 'God's plan... Righteous woman.... Apocalypse... Chosen...' His words spun circles around her mind, ringing loudly in her ears as she started to dissociate. The hair on the back of her neck stuck up, her palms growing sweaty. A sort of dizziness came over her, and she closed her eyes tightly, dropping her head so her chin rested on her chest while she took in a few deep breaths. The huntress pressed her feet into the floor further to feel more connected, collecting herself and returning to the moment.

"The apocalypse," she sat up once more, eyes clouded in thought as she looked back to Castiel's blue gaze. "I'm sorry, are you sure you have the right Dean Winchester?" Dean chuckled, nerves and disbelief clouding her thoughts. Finally she forced herself to break the intense eye contact between the two, feeling awkward under his watchful gaze. The huntress instead looked down to inspect his hands. They were rough, large, and calloused, his sleeves almost too long, covering beyond his wrists. She didn't know what else to say, didn't know what to do. How was one human supposed to make any difference at all against the actual end of the world? And how was she the one that was meant for such a prophesy?

[Alpha*]

~ Castiel Novak ~

Sensing her discomfort he stops looking at her; Should he tell her about being Michael's vessel? Or that her brother- Samuel - is Lucifers Vessel? "I am certain that you are the... right... Dean Winchester. Your soul was in Perdition, you are one and the same." The angel tells her earnestly, "you have been Chosen Dean Winchester. "

He is perched at the end of her bed, "breathe - you must breathe." Is said, trying to coax her out of her panic attack. "All is well. You are safe." She comes out of her panic and he is still - too still, too quiet. "I have faith, Dean."