There's no god; there's just chaos and violence.

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

“No fucking way,” he growls.  “They’ll rip you to pieces.  I’m not gonna hide back there like some fucking coward.”

“Dean,” he says pleadingly. “It’s me they want. You’ll stand more of a chance of getting out of here alive.”

"Don’t fucking argue with me, Cas.  I ain’t going," he snarls, gripping his weapon.

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

“Shit,” he mutters, gripping his makeshift weapon tight as the steps get closer, more menacing.  “Come on, Cas.  Let’s rip into these bastards. Fuckin’ big mouths…”

Cas’ eyes are wide in fear, gripping the angelic sword. “Dean…I’m not…powerful enough.”

Dean clenches his jaw, nodding, and steps in front of Cas protectively.  “I’ll take care of ‘em.”

“Dean, no,” he growls, clutching his sword tighter. “Go to the back of the cave. They won’t be able to smell you. If anything…if anything happens to me, hide there until they leave.”

"No fucking way," he growls.  "They’ll rip you to pieces.  I’m not gonna hide back there like some fucking coward."

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

“Shit,” he mutters, gripping his makeshift weapon tight as the steps get closer, more menacing.  “Come on, Cas.  Let’s rip into these bastards. Fuckin’ big mouths…”

Cas’ eyes are wide in fear, gripping the angelic sword. “Dean…I’m not…powerful enough.”

Dean clenches his jaw, nodding, and steps in front of Cas protectively.  “I’ll take care of ‘em.”

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

He grunts, shaking his head clear.  “What?  Yeah, I’m fine.”  He sits up, pulling his dirty coat back on.  “What’s that noise?”

Cas swallows, eyes going wide, mouth dry. He clutches his sword, stepping in front of Dean protectively, uttering only one word.

“Leviathan.”

"Shit," he mutters, gripping his makeshift weapon tight as the steps get closer, more menacing.  "Come on, Cas.  Let’s rip into these bastards. Fuckin’ big mouths…"

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

Dean startles, jerking awake.  His hands swing out in defense, a hunter’s instinct, barely missing the wall next to him.  The noises outside still and Dean looks around, disoriented for a moment.  “Cas?”

Cas looks wild and alert, looking at him in worry. “Are you all right?”

He grunts, shaking his head clear.  “What?  Yeah, I’m fine.”  He sits up, pulling his dirty coat back on.  “What’s that noise?”

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

Dean jerks with night tremors, thrashing in his sleep and reaching around wildly for a non-existent knife in the dark.  Bushes shake outside, as if reacting to the noise, the sound growing closer, like formidable steps.

Cas hears the sounds, alert. He turns to Dean, eyes wide with concern, but Dean’s noises are what’s attracting them. He doesn’t want to physically wake Dean if he doesn’t have to, so instead he semi-shouts his name, forceful. “Dean!”

Dean startles, jerking awake.  His hands swing out in defense, a hunter’s instinct, barely missing the wall next to him.  The noises outside still and Dean looks around, disoriented for a moment.  “Cas?”

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

“Night,” he murmurs with a frown, not catching the last bit.  He curls up against the wall, burying his face into the coat as he closes his eyes.

Cas hears him falling asleep, glancing up at him every now and then as the time ticks by. He gets lost in his thoughts, finishing the sigils after a couple hours, unsure of what to do. Ideas float in his mind, replaying the memories of the souls—of him—doing all of those terrible things. To his brothers, to the humans, to Dean…

Dean jerks with night tremors, thrashing in his sleep and reaching around wildly for a non-existent knife in the dark.  Bushes shake outside, as if reacting to the noise, the sound growing closer, like formidable steps.

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

He swallows and nods slowly, chewing on the inside of his cheek.  “Uh, yeah.  Ditto,” he mumbles.

It overwhelms Castiel then, the sadness and the emotions. It feels too much like they’re saying goodbye, but for Cas it’s what he needs to do. For Dean’s sake. Dean should never be with someone as terrible as he is. It isn’t right.

“Sleep well,” Castiel says, turning away from him.

In a quiet voice, barely audible, he adds: “My beloved.”

"Night," he murmurs with a frown, not catching the last bit.  He curls up against the wall, burying his face into the coat as he closes his eyes.

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

“For what?” he asks quietly, glancing up at him.

“For giving me good memories,” he says quietly, eyes filled with so much emotion, so much wistfulness. “I wish I could change the past and do everything differently. The times when…with us. They were the happiest I’ve ever been, in the millions of years I’ve existed.”

He swallows and nods slowly, chewing on the inside of his cheek.  “Uh, yeah.  Ditto,” he mumbles.

mynameiscastiel:

bringmepiebitch:

“Good,” he murmurs around a gulp, worried that the angel will break his promise and take off in the middle of the night.  For a moment, he looks achingly young, like a child who wants to cling to his mother, like the child Dean never got to be.  He clears his throat awkwardly and the hunter is back in place, eyes flickering to the sigils.  “You, uh, need help or anything?”

“No,” Cas says, his voice gruff and hoarse. “I remember almost all the sigils, and what I don’t know, I will use my blade.”

He glances at him, meeting Dean’s eyes, and even now, Dean’s gaze is still enchanting, and he can’t look away. “Thank you.”

"For what?" he asks quietly, glancing up at him.