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21 December 2009 @ 04:58 pm
[fanfic] World Without End, Amen - Chapter 5  
Title: World Without End, Amen
Chapter: Five
Author: tiptoe39
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural, some understated Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Summary: Dean sneaks away to see Castiel. The army faces its first attack.
Spoilers: Up through 5x10.
Previous Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four


World Without End, Amen - Chapter 5

Bobby was not a happy camper.

They'd tented up for the night in some farmland owned by the cousin of one of the hunters on board. The nice thing about the Midwest was how flat it was, so Bobby didn't have any trouble getting around like he might have if the devil had, say, holed up in the Rockies. Thank goodness for small favors.

But Bobby was having trouble being happy about the whole situation. Even though it was he who'd arranged the whole thing, he who'd called everyone and gotten them together and made sure they were equipped and even though he was the one who drove up front, leading this parade. This was the hunt of his life, and he was damn proud of his efforts.

So why was the whole camp in Deanapalooza mode?

Everywhere he looked. "Oh, I heard Dean has the angels on his side." "Oh, I heard he is an angel." "Does he look like Brad Pitt to you? Just a little?" It was enough to curl a man's whiskers. And Bobby loved Dean like a son, but the boy wasn't Jesus. Hell, he wasn't even Springsteen. It was a little stomach-turning, to be perfectly frank about it.

When it got bad enough, Bobby went to talk to his old friends. Travis was 10 years older than Bobby and still looked like a bodybuilder, with tattoos everywhere his muscles were and hair everywhere the tattoos weren't. He was standing by the edge of the camp when Bobby wheeled up, surveying the impromptu group that had gathered around Dean and were peppering him with questions.

"He reminds me a little of John, back in the day," Travis drawled, chewing on something that probably wasn't gum.

"Yeah," Bobby retorted, "the pompous asshole part."

"Look at him," Travis said. "He draws a crowd, just like his daddy used to. Good with the ladies, too." He nodded toward the group. Dean had his hand on a girl's chin and was saying something very earnestly (and very close) to her.

"Like I said, a pompous asshole."

"You sound a little jealous." Travis spit out whatever definitely wasn't gum and leaned against the side of his truck, folding his big Popeye arms and looking skeptically down at Bobby.

It hurt to hear, but Bobby wasn't dumb. He knew himself well enough after all these years. "I am. A little."

"Don't be." Travis laid a big hand on Bobby's shoulder. "It's the way of the world, my friend. People are always looking for something new. Something younger, better, more exciting. They want to believe in that."

"Yeah, I know." Bobby looked at the ground. "That's kind of the problem."

**

Dean was sick of it.

Attractive women throwing themselves at him nonetheless, he was getting a little tired of being asked for the millionth time to tell the story of when he and Sam were trapped in bizarre fairy tales or found the only known vampire nest to swear off human blood or a million other stories that had been stretched a mile long by the time they went around the camp and back again. It was pretty amusing at first, the only silver lining to the cloud of having to put himself out there as a leader, but now he was getting damn sick of it.

Truth was, all he wanted was to find Cas.

The minute they crossed over into Nebraska, the whole feeling had changed. He'd suddenly realized they were just a single state away from their objective, and he still didn't have even the beginnings of a plan for how they were going to defeat Lucifer once they reached him. He'd been learning from Cas for weeks now, ever since the night of Ellen and Jo's death, throughout the whole gathering-troops and training and planning phases. But between them they still hadn't been able to figure out what it was that Castiel knew that Lucifer was afraid of. It had to be something. But none of the spells and lore that Castiel recounted, in long and drawn-out lecture sessions, seemed to point up a single clue. 

It didn't dampen Dean's enthusiasm for the whole thing. Just being with Cas, learning from him, was exciting in his own right. For once in his life he was the one with the powerful secrets, he was the one learning things no human was meant to know. And Cas was a good teacher. His voice drew Dean in, almost hypnotically. The knowledge flowed from him and drove itself deep into Dean's head. When he was a kid, Dean used to joke that if he slept on his textbooks, the material would sift in through osmosis; this seemed like the closest thing to it.

 But first he had to extract himself from the fangirls, who reminded him somewhat of the greasy guys at the Supernatural convention only more zealous, better-built, and more capable with firearms. Which didn't make getting out of there much easier.

Still, somehow he managed, and when he saw a tan-clad figure sitting on a fence at the opposite side of the field he managed to jog over without attracting too much attention. "They're crazy," he said, leaning over to lay his hands on his knees and catch his breath.

After a moment he straightened up, "Cas, Sam knows."

Concern tightened the dark features. "Did you tell him?"

"He figured it out. I couldn't lie to him about it." He shook his head. "He was pretty mad. He said I'd been deceiving everyone, that I was taking too many chances, that I'm doing it for selfish reasons."

"The same worries you have yourself."

"Well, yeah." Dean shrugged. "Doesn't make them any easier to hear."

Was Cas' lower lip sticking out, just a tiny bit? It sure seemed like it. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this," he said.

"It's the only way, I know, blah blah." Dean hopped up onto the fence next to him. "Hey, Cas-- what's it like?"

"What?"

"Paradise. What they're all fighting for." He swept a hand across the empty expanse as though to point out an invisible horde of angels.

"I don't know."

"You don't even know what it is you broke me out of the pit for?"

A sardonic smile touched Castiel's lips. "That's part of the reason I stopped following orders. I had thought my superiors had a better idea than I did, but as time went on I began to realize nobody knows what it is they're fighting for anymore."

"Speak for yourself," Dean teased, "I know what I'm fighting for."

Castiel turned to gaze at him. "I do, too."

"What, then?"

"For you."

His gaze was level. Dean stared back at him, open-mouthed.

"I don't get it," he said, certain he sounded even more dumb and Neanderthal than usual. His jaw was slack and unresponsive.

But Castiel's expression was mild. "You know what you're fighting for," he said. "I want to help you attain it."

Dean shook his head as though Castiel had just spoken to him in Chinese. "Yeah, but... why?"

Now, finally, Castiel's gaze held some confusion, but there was a tenderness there too, and more than a little amusement. It was a look Dean had rarely seen from him, and he wasn't sure how to take it.

"You're the one who told me," Castiel said gently. "Because it's the right thing to do."

And Dean broke into a smile. "Damn straight it is." Impulsively, he put an arm around him, squeezing the trenchcoated shoulders with a snort.

Castiel relaxed slowly into the embrace, his body weight shifting to lean on Dean for support. His hand knocked gently against Dean's. It was the first time they'd had any kind of familiar, lingering touch between them, and it felt to Dean like an affirmation, like something warm and golden.

Castiel murmured the same sentiment with a note of surprise, "This feels good."

"Yeah, well, don't talk so much about it," Dean said. "It's embarrassing."

He thought he felt Castiel's shoulders rise and fall in a brief chuckle. Amused at the concept of the angel learning to laugh, he spread the fingers of his hand over the ball of Castiel's shoulder and gave a sigh of contentment.

Then he saw the shadows moving across the field.

"Cas," he hissed, hopping down from the fence. "What the hell are those?"

Those were a thousand different shapes and sizes, animals and creatures and what looked like people, speeding toward the caravan too fast for human legs. A low wail split the air, and the buzz of hisses and cackles and roars became faster. And behind the throng, a mass of black smoke, moving as one...

From both sides. Headed for the camp.

**
 
Fires blazed bright under the clear sky, lighting the gleaming sides of cars and illuminating the rush of activity in sharp black shadows against the grass. Guns tossed from the back of pickup trucks into the outstretched hands of hunters. Protection charms, more potent but less impressive than the ones Dean had given out, were passed from hand to hand and looped hurriedly around necks, ankles, belts. Salt was pushed into bullet shells; hands were clasped in prayer; rifles were bolstered onto steady shoulders. The moonlight was slowly fading to black as the sky thickened with demons.

"Salt circle's not going to hold them out for long," Bobby thundered, "Remember the plan. Get everyone up and in."

They weren't so stupid as to think they wouldn't get attacked. In fact, they were damn lucky that it happened now, while they were bolted down to the campsite. The foot-wide ring of salt around the camp was just a mask for a much larger devil's trap, painstakingly carved by the hunter whose cousin owned the land to trap anything that might come after his family. The demons could bat themselves crazy trying to get through the salt  ring, but by the time they were up against it, they were already in.

It wasn't foolproof. The minute the other creatures saw what was up, they'd know to stay out. But it at least bought some time to get a running start while the bloodthirsty sons of bitches were still pouring into a trap.

Sam was helping families to their cars, making sure the backseat riders had guns to fire at any demon that pursued them. Every so often he cast a worried look around, asked, "Has anyone seen Dean?" But there was no sign of him. Distressed, feeling powerless, Sam poured himself into getting everything ready. He had no great desire to be the man pulling the trigger. Better that people should get out safely. Bobby could see to the heavy artillery.

Finally, one of the hunters pointed eastward. "I saw him go out that way. There was a guy waiting for him..."

"Castiel," Sam muttered, and ran toward the east end of the camp.

They were surrounded now, waves of spirits and ghouls, the barking of hellhounds and the shrieking of demon smoke through the cold air from all directions. But as Sam came up against the edge of the salt barrier he could see Dean, loping in his wide gait toward the back end of the throng, and even over the din he heard the scream of his own name.

"Dean!" Sam shouted. "Go back!" He shot into the throng, trying to thin the crowd. "There's too many, you'll never make it inside!"

Dean had a revolver in his hand, and he was trying to shoot his way through the mass. Black smoke curled and burned into nothing in the air where his bullets coursed through the thick of it. "I'm on my way!" he shouted.

"You can't, get back!" Sam's throat was starting to hurt, and his pulse was hammering in his chest. What the hell did Dean think he was doing, charging into a mosh pit of demons like that? Sam had not come all this way to watch Dean throw himself off a cliff. He turned back to the camp to shout for more firepower to help him clear a path.

On that side, the demons had finally broken the circle and were streaming into the camp. The night was heavy with the crackling sound of gunfire. Engines revved desperately, and tires squealed away as screams pierced his ears. A gang of black dogs were pacing menacingly around a pitched tent where, Sam realized to his horror, people were still trapped. Torn, he screamed one final "Back!" to Dean before tearing over to the other side to train his gun on the demonic animals.

A second later, light ripped through the sky.

Sam thought for a frightening moment that a bomb had gone off. He shielded his eyes and turned-- as the whole camp did, in stunned unison-- to see a path had been blazed through the swarm of demons and monsters, wide as the lane on a highway. The smell of burning filled the air, and some of the more corporeal beasts lay, withered carcasses, along the path. The cloud of ash that sat like a gritty mist around them was probably all that was left of the rest.

A figure walked stiffly, hand outstretched, into the gap left. His palm glowed with the remains of the light. Sam stepped forward, sure it had been Castiel, but the face that came into resolution -- gritty with resolve and eyes dark-- was Dean's.

to be continued
 
 
 
10% literal, 90% metaphor: *wink* : Deanspeccygeekgrrl on December 21st, 2009 10:35 pm (UTC)
omg, Dean leveled up. *FLAILS*
Tiptoe39: big deal castiptoe39 on December 21st, 2009 10:40 pm (UTC)
Hugging Cas will do that to you. :D
Shiro01shiro01 on December 22nd, 2009 02:02 pm (UTC)
Dean's going to lay a smack down! Eh hem. Pardon my enthusiasm.
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on December 22nd, 2009 03:14 pm (UTC)
Enter badass!Dean, stage right :-3

Thanks for reading!
karaqkaraq on December 22nd, 2009 02:21 pm (UTC)
Go Dean!!! :-D
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 22nd, 2009 03:16 pm (UTC)
*swoons along with ya*

Thanks so much for reading!
rockstarpeachrockstarpeach on December 22nd, 2009 02:24 pm (UTC)
GAH! Oh, this is getting so exciting!!

And awww, Dean and Cas were really kinda cute here :) I'm sort of disappointed in Bobby though.

Can't wait for more!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 22nd, 2009 03:17 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry to say Bobby takes a lot of abuse in this fic... Still, thanks for reading!
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on December 22nd, 2009 03:31 pm (UTC)
OMG! Dean leveled up and laid a smackdown on those bitches! Awesome!

I just love reading about Cas and Dean spending time together. It must be nice for Dean to have someone like that in his life for a change.

And Poor Bobby! This was his plan but he's jealous that Dean gets all the glory. Not a good idea when facing down Satan.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 22nd, 2009 04:20 pm (UTC)
Hey, Bobby gets shat all over in this fic. Poor guy. I hope the end is enough for him.

Thanks for reading.
latvela: cas alien head tiltlatvela on December 22nd, 2009 09:28 pm (UTC)
Whoa, what happened?? How did Dean do that? Need to know! *G*

I love the imagery of thousands of figures appearing and the hunters being besieged. Chilling! And also Cas sitting on a fence, aw!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 22nd, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
Cas sitting on a fence in the moonlight = possibly the most wonderful image my brain has ever come up with. I'm very grateful to it. <3

New part coming in just a few minutes. Thank you for reading!
i dream of colors that have never been seenetoile444 on December 23rd, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Oh it was just delicious to see DEAN have the power! YAY!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on December 23rd, 2009 01:29 am (UTC)
There's loads of Heroic!Dean in this. I'm surprised at myself, as before Dean/Cas, I was always a Sam girl... :}

Thank you for reading!
i dream of colors that have never been seenetoile444 on December 23rd, 2009 01:56 am (UTC)
I'm a Sam girl too, but in fiction I tend to write and read Dean. I'm not a Wincest fan, but like Dean shipped bi with OC's or Castiel.