No Place Like Home (Tag: Dean)

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Castiel had not seen Dean for quiet some time, but to be truthful, everything in Heaven was going to Hell. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it, and things were changing drastically. He was TRYING to help matters, but he also knew he could do something about them, or at least try. He needed help. HIs brothers orders were getting out of control, and Castiel was questioning his life in Heaven. He sighed as he thought about everything up until now. What he had become since he met Sam and Dean. His brothers were questioning his mental state because they thought he was becoming too close to the Winchesters. He also thought they were questioning his judgement as well and he didn’t really know who to talk to about this.

To make things worse.... killings were happening. Some of his closest brothers and sisters were dying in Heaven and there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. He tried seeking help from God, from Michael, but neither seemed to be able to help him out the way he had hoped. They gave him the answer of ‘I don’t know whats going on’. Castiel was about to give up hope when he realized maybe Dean and Sam could help him trap this demon. Maybe the two of them could just.... do something that the Angels could. They had surprised him before in that sense, so Castiel naturally was going to ask Dean for help.

First though, Castiel made a stop in the ‘white room’ in Heaven. The white room was sort of a place for Angels to.... get punished should they do wrong. Most of the angels knew of this place, and most of them also knew that things were going so bad, they might end up there if they started to question orders. Castiel sighed as he went there and a few of his fallen brothers were awaiting trial. He went over to one of them, “What do you know of the deaths of the angels?” he asked them.

The angel stared at him and glared for a moment, “None of your business, I don’t know anything,” he said to him. Castiel frowned, “Our brothers are dying out there!” he said.

“Why should I care? They are the ones putting me in here!” he snapped back at Castiel, “Pretty soon I will be a fallen angel, a human! Thats the worse punishment I could possibly think of, so whatever YOU do to me, will not matter BROTHER,” he snapped.

Castiel sighed, the angel was right of course, WHY should he care? “You should care because if this gets settled, and I found out who’s doing this.... perhaps your name will be pardoned....” Cas tried desperately.

The angel sighed, “Look I don’t know,” he said. “All I know is it has to be some demons..... which demons have escaped Hell recently that are more powerful then angels?” he asked.

Castiel thought about this for a moment and was unsure, but he knew he would think harder on it. He also knew he could ask Dean this question. Castiel sighed. He went down to Earth that night, and he knew it was late, but he attempted to call Dean’s cell phone. He didn’t quite understand the use of cell phones, but he was trying.

He sighed, “Dean, its Cas,” he said looking at the phone oddly as it asked him to leave his name and number. “I do not understand what this wants....” Castiel frowned. “Dean...I need your help.....call me...” Castiel said and hung up staring at the phone wondering what it wanted of him. He didn’t quite get machines the way most did.

He sighed as he sat on the side of the road waiting for Dean’s phone call. He knew HE could be in danger just sitting there, he knew things could be so bad that he didn’t know who he could trust either. Of course, Castiel could trust his brothers, but even some of them now were turning against everything.

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Dean had woken up to an empty motel room, a note from Sam scribbled on a napkin saying he’d gone to check out the library and get something to eat. Dean brushed his teeth, pulled on some fresh clothes, and headed down to the motel’s main office where a pot of complimentary coffee sat in one corner. An old woman sat at the front desk, peering at him through her thick glasses. Dean smiled and gave a nervous wave.

“Hey. How’s it goin’?”

The old lady stared at him, her wrinkled lips in a frown. Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and walked over to the coffee pot. Paper cups were stacked beside the machine. Dean grabbed one and poured the hot, steaming liquid, stirring in cream and sugar.

“It’s a sin, you know.”

The woman had muttered it matter-of-factly. Dean turned around, coffee in hand, to stare at her.

“‘Scuse me?”

She sighed, pulling off her glasses. They settled around her neck, on a chain.

“You and your friend seem like very nice people, and your credit card cleared. Makes you good guests in my book. But what you do is a sin in the eyes of the Lord.”

Dean blinked. Was this lady serious? Dean and Sam were guys who laid their lives on the line every week saving people, and this lady was going to make judgments?

“I’m sorry, lady, but you don’t know us from a hole in the wall. What exactly is it you think my brother and I do?”

The woman’s eyes widened and she blinked.

“Brother? You two are…”

She laughed.

“Oh my. Of course. Of course you’re brothers. Nevermind. My mistake.”

Dean stared at her.

“What’d you think we were?”

The woman looked embarrassed and waved a hand.

“Never you mind, son.”

Dean cringed. Why did people always think he and Sam were a couple? It was starting to get creepy. When Dean got back to his room he checked his phone, abandoned on the dresser. A voicemail message was waiting for him. He put the phone to his ear and listened.

“Dean, its Cas.”

Dean almost dropped his coffee. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to Castiel.

“I do not understand what this wants…. Dean…I need your help…..call me…”

Dean sighed. Of course.

“Never just a social call with this guy,” he muttered.

He called the number back, waiting for Castiel to answer. The nerve of this guy, calling and asking for a favor after he hadn’t spoken to Dean in months.

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Castiel looked at the phone confused and finally hung up the phone not understanding what it was asking. He sighed and looked at it wondering if Dean WOULD call back. He knew it had been months and months since he had called him, but there was a reason for that. Something was going on in Heaven, something major, and he needed help. Angels were dying and Castiel knew that if he were with the Winchesters, that would be the FIRST place demons would look for him. He sighed as he started to pace back and forth, and thats when he heard the ring. “What?” he asked looking at the phone for a minute. He stared at it confused.

He picked it up when he heard the cell phone tone go off, he picked the ‘answer’ button and picked up the phone, “Dean....” Cas said glad to hear his voice a bit. “I’m glad to hear from you...” he said honestly. “I need your help...I know I have not called but...there is a reason for that,” he said to Dean honestly into the phone.

He decided, that instead of talking to him on the phone Cas decided to appear next to Dean and he still had the phone in his hand, “I’m here...” he said and then clicked the hang up button.

He looked at Dean, glad to see he was alright at least, “Where is Sam?” he asked looking around for him. He noticed Sam wasn’t anywhere in the hotel Room. “I tried Bobby Singer’s place as well...” he said. “Something important is happening Dean...angels are dying and I do not know why....” he said “Someone is killing them....” he explained.

Castiel already started to make a devils trap as he was talking. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He also looked around the room to make sure there were no hex bags or anything like that in case Cas should show up. When Castiel finished the devils trap on the door he looked back to Dean again, “This can be serious,” he muttered and nodded, “We need to protect ourselves, if they know I am with you....” he said. “Its why I’ve stayed away...since this happened....” Castiel explained calmly.


He went over to Dean’s stuff and looked around for anything that might protect them. Symbols, charms anything. He knew Dean would say something but this was more important right now. “I need to know Sam is safe,” he said to Dean also. “I need to know that...your safe, and....I do not know much else that i can do...except we have to find out who’s doing this...” he said and drew another devils trap on the ceiling of the room. He knew the hotel people might ask about this so he vowed to remember to take it down later. He hoped he would remember anyway. He looked at Dean, “Where is Bobby? Is he alright?” he asked concerned, “I went to his house and did not see him there...” he said.

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Dean sighed, listening to the phone ring on the other end.

"Come on, Cas. Pick up."

The guy had been around since the dawn of time and he couldn't figure out how to work a damn cell phone.

When Castiel picked up Dean resisted the urge to bark an irritated string of obscenities and listened. There was an urgency to the angel's voice that made Dean worry. When he said there was a reason he hadn't called, pausing long enough for Dean to reply, the man sighed.

"Oh, I'll bet there is. No need to check in if the world isn't ending."

Castiel's voice came from beside him, echoing through the cell phone at Dean's ear. Dean jumped, turning to see Castiel standing in his motel room.

"I hate it when you do that."

Dean flipped his phone closed, ending the call. Castiel asked where Sam was, looking around the room.

"The library, or something."

Dean shrugged.

"Looking for our next case, I guess."

Castiel said he'd tried Bobby's place too and Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He'd tried to get in touch with Bobby? Castiel continued, saying angels were dying and he didn't know what was killing them. Dean watched him move around the room, searching for something and painting a devil's trap.

"Wait, what-" he began.

Castiel kept talking, saying they needed to protect themselves, something about staying away because "they" couldn't know he was with Dean.

"They? They who?"

But Castiel continued, saying he needed to know Sam was safe. Dean felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. How long had Sam been gone? He watched Castiel draw a second devil's trap and ask about Bobby. Dean flipped open his cell phone, still in his hand, and dialed Sam's number. He listened to the phone ring on the other end until Sam's voicemail picked up.

"Sam, it's Dean. Give me a call when you get this."

He flipped the phone closed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Sam's not picking up," he said. "I guess we could check out the library, see if he's there. Call Bobby on the way."

Dean's mind was spinning with questions and worry as he looked around for his keys.