The love story chapter 4

Chapter 4 of The Love story of Dean and Cass
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Subject: The Love story of Dean and Cass.

chapter: Leaving Home.

Dean couldn't sleep that night.
His emerald eyes staring blankly up at the cream colored ceilings above him there was only a few things on his mind.
Those blue ocean eyes that shimmered like sun on water when the light hit them just right.
That angelic movement.
Soft black velvet hair tar he just wanted to feel between his fingers.
But most of all, that soft quiet smile.
He couldn't stop thinking about him. The short memories just kept replaying and replaying inside his head and it almost felt as if his head would burst.
A sudden rage of anger flew through Dean. His eyes narrowed and head creased as he slowly sat up. "he's a fucking Capulet." he growled to himself and got off the bed. "I should have beat him to a pulp!" Dean clutched his hand into a tight fist. His fingers digging into his palms. Dean's heart rate rose from the anger and frustration and he could feel it pound in his chest. "NO!" he screamed, turned and punched through his wall witch made the house shake along with a loud thud.
Down below, Sam had stopped what book he was reading, looked up for second, shrugged then Went back to the book.

Back upstairs Dean was holding his hand, he was bleeding and hunched over in pain. "No..." he mumbled and slowly bent down till he was kneeled on the floor. "It can't be," he said, "I won't. I can't. It's not..."
There was a pause.
"This can't be love."
Another moment ticked by.
"I can't be in-
Dean couldn't end the sentence. The word just burned in his throat and evaporated before the vocal cords could turn it into noise. That word has never left Dean's mouth in his life and it sure wasn't going to start now.
He shook his head in disappointment and stared blankly at the wooden floor below him.

Castiel didn't even bother to try to go to sleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to. The memories of the events that happened not to long before floated heavily in his mind like lingering cigar smoke at a pub.
With a warm blue blanket wrapped around him he walked barefoot onto the balcony that was attached to his room. The carved stone cold like ice under his bare feet from the crisp air that surrounded it.
Castiel leaned on the railing and looked down to the spot where Dean had come out of the woods. The moon cased a sort of mocking gleam down onto Castiel, making him shiver and he clutched the blanket closer to his body.

He suddenly felt a presence next to him and didn't even notice that Gabriel had quietly walked into the room.

He leaned over the railing next to Castiel,
"Y'know." he started to say and waited for Castiel to reply but his deep blue eyes stared straight forward, not even twitching to glance at his brother so Gabriel kept going, "If you're so uptight about all this why don't you just leave?"
At that statement, Castiel's shimmering blue eyes looked to him and he said, "I do not want to harm anyone." he said calmly and Gabriel chuckled, his cool forest green eyes lit with amusement but the look faded to a dull green gray as he stopped and looked back down to the ground.
Gabriel cleared his throat, "I'm leaving soon." he said quietly, abruptly and almost in a whisper. Pain and worry cracked in his voice.
Castiel looked puzzled, "Leaving?"
Gabriel nodded slowly. "Michael and Lucifer have been fighting again. More than ever now." there was urgency and disappointment in his voice, but also some sadness as well. "I can't stand seeing them fighting, Cass, I just can't anymore." Gabriel's eyes turned soft as he stared down to the cold grass below.
Cass understood his feelings. Gabriel was closer to Michael and Lucifer than he was and could see the pain in him every time his older brother's fought.

"When?" Castiel asked, starring at his brother, understanding the feelings he had.
Gabriel looked to him, an amusing spark quickly popped inside the color of his eyes as he smiled. "Why do you think I'm talking to you now, Cass?" he said and the amusement faded back into a green fog.
It took a long moment for Castiel to realize the statement. So long in fact that Gabriel rolled his eyes in frustration. "Cass I'm leaving tonight."
Castiel's eyes grew wide, his jaw locking into place. "Tonight?" he finally breathed and Gabriel nodded.

"Half of my stuff is already packed and gone." Gabriel affectionately put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Cass I want you to promise me something." he said coolly and Cass waited for the promise before he said anything. "Promise me that you will always follow what you believe. Not anyone else's."

Castiel was amazed at his brother, at him and the statement but before Cass could say anything back, Gabriel had turned and walked back into the house, fading into the shadows.

Castiel watched his brother leave and clutched his blanket, "Goodbye, brother," he said quietly. Even though he knew that Gabriel had not heard, saying it felt better than not saying anything a all...

It was at least two in the morning now. The Capulet house was quiet as most of the family slept peacefully in their rooms.
Gabriel quietly, like a sleek cat, made his way down the marble steps, a heavy loaded backpack on his shoulder.
His hand barely touched the copper handle of the front door when a warm voice echoed from the shadows.
"Leaving so soon are we Gabriel?" the light but yet dark voice of Lucifer echoed softly in the dark twilight of the shadow he sat in.
Gabriel ignored him, hoping he would think it was just a sound but Lucifer flipped on the lamp that sat on the table next to him, he held a steady green gaze at Gabriel and an amusing one at that. He smiled, his eye lids looking half closed as if he was calm and at peace.

"What are you doing out of the basement?" grinned Gabriel back at his brother, "You're grounded."
Lucifer chuckled. "Do you really think I would stay down in that dump? The air is so much fresher up here." Lucifer barely moved from the chair he sat in. He sat relaxed back in the velvet armchair, his gray eyes circling like a dark fog.

"Why don't you tell me where you are going brother?" he asked but it seemed almost as if he already knew that answer.
"No." Gabriel smiled back at his brother, "Why do you care anyway?" he asked and Lucifer swiftly got up from the chair, it creaked as he lifted off of it.

"You're right," Lucifer smiled, "I don't care. But I am amused at why you are leaving."

"So you know?" Gabriel almost choked on the words. No one was supposed to know.
"I'm surprised at you, brother." Lucifer slowly crept towards Gabriel, like a spider stalking it's pray across the web as the helpless fly strangles to get free. "Leaving the home for a," Lucifer paused for effect and Gabriel stared with frightened eyes, "A girl?" Lucifer smirked, his gray eyes never changing as he smiled.

Gabriel shifted slightly. "What's it to you." he growled.
"What's her name now?" Lucifer tapped his chin thoughtfully and looked up to the ceiling with squinted eyes, "Ah!" he smiled and looked back at Gabriel, "Her name is Kali."
Gabriel Twitched at her name.
"She's from the East is she not? Fine colored skin, beautiful silky hair and a powerful smile-
"Shut. Up." Gabriel growled at his brother, fearing he might tell the family where he was heading off to.
Seeing the fright in Gabriel's eyes Lucifer softly smiled, only masking the sinister smile that lay beneath his lips. "Don't worry brother," he said coolly, "I won't tell. It amuses me to see you go in the first place." Lucifer then turned on his heals and walked back to where he was sitting, his back facing Gabriel. "You better go though," he reached into the lamp, "Zachariah will be home soon."
Unknowingly to Gabriel Lucifer was grinning, "Don't say I haven't done anything for you." and with that, Lucifer flipped off the lamp, leaving Gabriel in dark twilight once again. Gabriel waited for another noise telling that Lucifer was still there but when nothing was heard he quietly left the Capulet house and walked down the dark road, never even turning back as he got into the car that sat patiently awaiting for his arrival.

It was the middle of the day now and the sun was high in the sky, beaming strong yellow rays back into the windows of the Montague's main office head quarters. Dean was in the hallway outside of his fathers office, on his back, on the floor, with his legs raised onto a chair and throwing a tennis ball off the wall to himself as Sam nervously walked back and forth up and down the hallway.

Dad had been in the office with a 'client' for a couple of hours now and Sam was obviously getting worried.

Ignoring his brother Dean hummed to himself, trying just to calm down for once. His hand threw and caught the ball with ease, not even having to think about doing so as the ball bounce off the wall and back into his hand.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.

"Would you knock it off?" Sam finally snapped, turning to his brother with a glare.

Dean caught the ball one last time and turned to his brother, they locked eyes and he said, "What's your problem?"

"What's my problem?" Sam's eyes grew with shock as if Dean should have already known. "Do you even know who Crowley IS?"

Dean thought about it and shrugged, "No." he said and went back to throwing the ball against the wall. Sam sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.

"Crowley," He began, "Is the 'client' Dad is with and is someone you make deals with and if you don't pay them. Your life is gone." Sam moved over to Dean and caught the ball in midair so he would listen to him for once.

With the ball in Sam's hand, Dean put his legs down and got up from the floor with an annoying sigh. "So he's like the mob?" Dean chuckled but the smile faded. "Dad isn't going to do anything stupid." He reassured his little brother as he stud up.

"How do you know?" Sam asked, now glaring his emerald eyes back into Dean's own pair of jewels.

"Because I know, Sammy alright?" Dean snapped back and walked to the office door, "What kind of deal would he make with Crowley anyway? We don't need any help."

"What if Dad's been lying?" Sam said and followed his brother.

Dean shook his head a little and was about to open the knob of the door when it twisted on its own and opened. He looked up to see Crowley standing in the doorway with a smug smile. "Hello boys." He said, his beady eyes staring at Dean and the eldest Montague still couldn't tell if that stare was evil or just amusing.

Dean nodded once in acknowledgement toward the Brit and Crowley moved passed him, eyeing Dean as he walked until Sam came into his vision, "Sam." He nodded toward him.

Sam's jaw locked and he nodded back, his green eyes glaring at him but still trying to be polite. He didn't trust Crowley. That was for sure.

After Crowley disappeared behind the stairway door, Dean walked into John's office, his brother following.

The room was like any typical office and Dean never really paid that much attention to the details. The brothers walked up to their father who was writing something on a piece of paper, never looking up to acknowledge his sons until Sam cleared his throat loudly.

John's deep green eyes looked up to the boys, the color swirling of shades of green and gray, dark tired bags under them from nights and nights of deprived sleep.

But that was normal for the boys.

"Sir," Sam said first before asking, "What were you talking about with Crowley?"

John sighed and in his deep husky voice replied, "It's nothing you need to be concerned about, Sam." He leaned on his elbow and rubbed the rough stubble on his chin, in deep thought as he kept scribbling on the paper.

"Dad!" Sam demanded and John glared up at him.

"What do you want from me, Sam?"

"I want a reasonable answer!" Sam's throat tightened. He never liked fighting with his father, in fact he hated it but he just hated it even more when John kept things from him and Dean.

John leaned back in his chair, starring deeply into Sam's eyes as he glared back at him. "I don't want to fight with you, son." He said, determined not to tell Sam anything.

Dean, who was on the sidelines of the fight swallowed hard. The atmosphere in the room was tense and it started to get hard to breath. He hated when they fought and wanted nothing more than to just run away and be somewhere else.

The thought of Castiel then came into his mind.

A warm flush filled his face but the loud conversation from his family interrupted him and he snapped out of it fast. He looked back to his father and brother and yelled, "STOP!"

Dean glared at both of them and they both looked back at him.

"Don't you want to know?" Sam asked his brother, trying to get him to side with him but Dean shook his head and said,

"No, Sammy. I don't want to know." Dean looked to his father who was staring soulfully back at him. "I would rather not know if he did make any deals with Crowley."

Sam retreated a little now and started to calm himself, but he was still a little angered at his father for keeping another lie to himself.

Dean shook his head and sighed. He was tired form the lack of sleep and the fight Sam and John had finally triggered the weak point. "You guys keep fighting. I honestly don't care right now."

And with that Dean turned on his heels and left the office, leaving a confused father and little brother behind.

Dean's mind whirled around as he walked down the stairs and out to his beloved car. He just needed to get away from everything that was happening but he didn't know where to go.

Dean hopped into the driver's seat and thought about where he could go.

He couldn't go back to the cottage, he knew Sam would probably go looking for him and find him there, plus the couch only gave memory to Castiel.

Castiel… Oh God. Dean sighed and leaned back into the seat, it made a creaking noise as the leather cracked. What Dean would do just to see that angel again, probably anything really, but he had to realize the fact that he would probably never see him again.

It was just too dangerous… But that never kept Dean Montague from doing something he wanted right?

Dean roared the Impala to life and sped down the road, not really knowing what to do or where to go. He drove into the downtown area, just searching around for anything and three men walking on the side walk caught his attention.

They were all in standard Capulet police uniform. Dean didn't recognize any of them, but he was sure they were Capulet's.

Dean parked the car on the curb and got out. He walked towards them, having no idea what he was going to do he just simply followed them when they suddenly turned into an ally.

They looked oddly suspicious so Dean of course followed them, making sure no one else was watching him.

He walked down a little ways in the ally and noticed that the three men were no where to be seen. He looked around, nothing.

Suddenly he felt a presence behind him and a fist slammed into his back. "Umph!" Dean lurched forward with a painful grunt as another Capulet came out quickly form the black depths and hit him with and upper cut to the chin.

Warm blood trickled from Dean's nose as instincts of fighting back kicked in and his muscles tensed. He punched the guy who hit him under the chin with bone crushing force but it seemed to not do much as the Capulet punched him back in the stomach with ease, not even flitching from Dean's first punch.

One of the Capulet's held Dean as the other continuously punched his face.

Blood squirted out and onto the cold concrete ground from each blow rendered and even while he was getting beaten up Dean wondered where the third guy was.

Dean suddenly heard a loud smack and the guy punching him suddenly stopped and stumbled backwards. The Capulet holding Dean let go of him and Dean stumbled to the ground. His vision was fuzzed but he tried to clear it and when he did he thought he was going to see Sam beating the Capulet with unbelievable force but he saw none other than Castiel. Dean wouldn't forget what Castiel looked like and the man who now threw one of his own brothers to the wall looked to Dean, his blue eyes blazing.

The other Capulet growled and launched himself to Castiel but Cass was one step ahead and grabbed him in time to throw him into a pile of garbage cans.

Dean swallowed hard, saliva mixed with blood trickled down his throat and he tried to get up. His stomach patched with bruises and possibly some broken ribs was piercing with pain and he fell back on the ground wrenched with pain. Come on Dean, he thought to himself, Get UP.

Dean grimaced with pain as he forced himself to get up, but Castiel was suddenly right beside him to help. Castiel lifted Dean, letting him lean on him and Dean looked into his eyes with confusion, thanks, and admiration at the strength Cass showed.

"Come on." Cass said calmly as he led Dean down another ally way that attached to the one they were in. Dean clutched his side as if it were just about to fall apart and limped quickly along with Castiel helping him stay upright.

Cass led him down a ways before they reached a metal door. He pressed a few buttons on the keypad, it clicked open and they went inside.

It was now starting to get hard for Dean to breathe and trickles of warm sticky blood fell from his head, to his face and onto the floor.

As they went inside the door closed and locked automatically. Cass helped Dean through a small dark hallway then into a large and lit room. A large TV lined one of the iron walls along with spot lights that lit the room and beautiful imported carpets lay under two couches and some coffee tables.

A large fan on the tall ceiling swirled around with speed, sending cool air to the room below.

Dean also noticed some spiral stairs but ignored them as Castiel brought him over to one of the couches and sat him down.

Dean leaned back, his breathing long and staggered.

"Are we safe?" he managed to get out and Castiel nodded.

"No one knows the code to get in here but me and a few others but…" he paused and looked away for a moment, a sad look swept across his face for a brief moment, "He won't be here anytime soon." He said and swiftly walked to a wooden cabinet by the TV, opened it and walked back to Dean with a large first aid kit in hand.

"You need to be more careful." Castiel almost growled as he started to soak up the blood from Dean's head wounds with a cotton patch. Dean didn't answer, so Castiel kept talking. "This area down here is all Capulet. We have secret head quarters down here, hence where my brothers were going. They saw you following them and couldn't let one of the secrete quarters get loose so they… did this to you while one got away to tell."

Dean stopped Castiel for a second, holding his arm and he asked, "Wont the ones you beat up wake up and tell that you beat them?"

Dean then suddenly thought that Castiel smiled, but it was very brief, "Don't worry. I made sure it was quick and they didn't notice who I was."

"That's good." Dean said and weakly smiled at Castiel.

Cass finished patching Dean up and he thanked him for it. Cass sat next to him and they looked into each others eyes. It felt like forever since they did so last and Dean wanted ever so badly to tell Cass that he missed him but he dared not to.

"You look tired." Cass stated suddenly and gave a cute little tilt of his head, "Did you sleep at all last night?" he asked with curiosity.

Dean suddenly laughed at the question, as if Castiel could read him like a book but there was uncertainty in his voice. "No I didn't actually." Dean said back.

"You should get some then." Castiel said blankly but yet with some concern for Dean and Dean grinned back.

They stared at each other for a long moment until Dean finally smacked a long awaited kiss onto Cass's lips and Cass didn't hesitate to kiss back.

Dean pulled away slowly, fatigue started to overwhelm him and he couldn't keep his eyes opened. Cass noticed it and made Dean lay down, with his head in his lap.

Dean felt safe and fell asleep almost instantly.

Cass smiled down at the Montague who, even with the rugged bruises and patches still looked hott. Heck, the scars even made him look even more hott.

Castiel lightly caressed Dean's light brown hair with a loving touch. Dean's breathing was slow, normal and quiet.

Castiel leaned back and looked up at the swirling fan. He wished him and Dean could stay here forever. But he knew that wouldn't ever happen, however he did get to see Dean again, despite the last thing Dean told him when they parted ways before.

He didn't care about the future at the moment though, having Dean right there with him made him feel warm and happy, something that doesn't usually happen, especially living in the strict Capulet house.

Cass's eyes slowly closed and he hoped that nothing would harm this moment…