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18. Team free will
Dean off, as simple as that , his head hanging and his body completely loose on Sam. And Sam scare caution, ignores the grip on his stomach, fear and hear the pain in your chestBecause it is confidence, this is your brother vulnerable and giving the care of Sam and may have been times when he thought Dean's faith in him volveríaa never really be what what was. About his brother and rest one hand on the short hair at the nape of Dean and his head caught under his chin, he clings. It is a moment of peace and quiet, finally, even if you can feel a buzz of something, to maybe run under the skin of Dean. It's hot, it's the same buzz that Cas goodbye, goodbye goosebumps and spreads through the arms of Sam.
Look at the other two men and Castiel's eyes are closingwalk, overshadowed by his own exhaustion. "What about the rings?" Sam whispers.
Bobby looks at him, looks at Castiel, turns his eyes when the other man's head begins to nod. "We can use," he says. "The cage is still down there. Rings can catch it again, do not ask me how, but that's what stood in your brother Gabriel - Michael ... "He grins. "Hell, I do not know. However, on his head. "Look at Sam for a minute. "The riddle, remember? He was talking about the rings of the riders. "
Sam flashes in response. "I do not - I do not understand," to say he stumbles through his dry throat crusher and perhaps a reminder that trust is not real at all and that perhaps the ground between é l Dean is not as level as you say their hopes, as he recalls as his brother Gabriel was sent from this plane of existence so that Sam did not know.
"Sam. Dean could not tell you what, "Castiel says, calmly, but emphatically, his eyes dull and half closed when he joined briefly. Suppresses a yawn as you read Sam's mind loud and clear. "It was strategicxtienden far as your eyes can see and turns when he hears footsteps on the slate dragged behind him. And there is his brother, entertained and smiling, wearing fucking pleased with himself. Dean has his eyes squinting in the hot sun and her cheeks are rosy with him, sweat glistening on his skin and his shirt stuck to her body in wet patches.
"I'm dreaming," Sam said sadly. "But why does the fantasy of The Martian Chronicles?"
"We're on Mars, you idiot," his brother replies. "Indeed," Creerías that this is the Bright Angel trail? "
" The Grand Canyon. "Sam can feel the sweat running down his back, takes off his jacket and shirt. "How is that I can think out loud if I'm dreaming?" Asks confused. "How is it that I can be hot and sweating in a dream?"
Dean throws a leer. "Really? Have you ever hard earned sweat while hugging hot, you're dreaming? " Sam looks at him with skepticism, because he heard his brother beg for foot; Says reflectively, raises a few smaller rocks, the review. "It's not supposed to have one later. I'm improvising on the fly. " Sam ponders that for a second. "You mean the rings," he says.
"I refer to the rings."
"You never told me about the rings." Sam kept his voice level, not making accusations but the same twinge of bitterness he felt when Bobby I told him through the ribs again.
"Nope," replies Dean and is as neutral in response. "I never told you about lI ring. "
Sam's fingers contract and has to close his fists to stop their trembling while counting backwards from ten, but when he answers his brother, unsure of what he says. "He would say," he mutters. "I thought Adam until he said it was not. It was the right decision. "
Now Dean is settling in a small rock pile, methodically piling and seems totally absorbed. "Yes it was," he says, without hesitation, without a trace of censure or rebuke. "And as I said before, it was just strategy. & Qto keep you company, and Rufus and Bobby. "nods to himself perhaps, because it is not looking at Sam. "You may see the good in people means you will be able to have that normal life you always wanted."
Sam staggers back on his feet for a minute, because you can not adjust your mind completely the concept of a normal life, can not even remember having tried that and think you may no longer be an option for him. "I do not deviate, Dean," she says frankly. "I did not want that in a long time." He sees his brother as he continues to blow detail.It is who is supposed to be. "Smirks again, but this time is weak at best. "I'm full." His words fill
Sam terror with a kind of confused and feel a sudden burning eyes. "No, Dean," he says. "Please do not start that shit again destination. Because if this is who is supposed to be you, then what about me? "He spends a hand through his hair, frustrated beyond what is conceivable as he recalls the words of Lucifer in the dream , o. "I asked you end up with this for me," she says with despair. "Butand starts an apprehension as a flame but then abruptly gives way feels something in his chest, he realizes that this is sharper and sharper, he makes the air in a way that No blow ever could. Pants with it and you feel alone, and feel the pain of loss. "You're firing me," says drowned. "So I brought him here."
Dean crosses the short distance that separates them, sits down with grace. "I do not know what will happen, Sam," offered again, his expression impassive. "But I know that does not heal you because I think that youto say yes or because they want to. "His tone changes then resolved. "I healed because you need me. Team "Free Will, remember? Free will, because maybe I have this feeling that you never say yes. And I will not ask you to promise me you will not do ... "
is silent and Sam can almost hear the words that were said. "But I'm going to ask you to promise something else," she murmurs, "something that is not going to like it."
Dean's eyes softened again. "You have to promise me that you let me go, Sam, if that's what it takes. & Aagain? "Sam says drowned. "What if it had gone well? As if not to see the good in the next demon - "
" I
can let go and what you do, "Dean interrupts him and now his eyes blazing with anger toward Sam. "This is not like last time, Sam. You will not be you destrozándote inside because I made a deal for you, I'm not doing this for you, I do it for me. I started this, is my burden, not yours
. And if something happens, it's not your burden. There will be no guilt. You hear me? "Dean is agitated, his eyes huge and intense. "You will not losein pain and demon blood this time. You stay with Bobby and Cas, stay together. "You are breathing faster and stops, takes a few deep breaths to calm down. Sam takes advantage of the break, make your voice sound firm. "What about you?"
Dean's expression turns confused and cocks his head, taken out of focus. "What about me?"
"This also goes for you, Dean," Sam said. "You sold your soul
for me. Do you know ... God.
God."He realizes that he is swallowingbile, which even the memory, the thought of what his brother was to Sam wasted, I still feel like I could start screaming and never stop. Go to Dean
blush slightly and his eyes away for a few seconds. Sam closes his, pats the cheek for a moment, find something that resembles the control authorities to set his brother a look flat. "We will confront the devil," he says. "Anything could happen to any of us. That means you also have to be prepared to let me go. I also promise me. "
Dean blinks. "Ok," replies the slightute, and with a grin, reluctant to leave their icy eyes and a throbbing cheek muscle. "I swear, for the honor of my father," he says.
"What do you swear?" Sam says with determination.
"I swear by the honor of my father that I will let go if I have to do." Dean's voice is quiet, almost a whisper. "And no covenants."
consent is genuine, as far as Sam can say and know it's the best guarantee we can get. Satisfied nods, raises his legs and hugs, put his chin on his knees and goes into sight, in absolute silence and the magnificentsurroundings, in the many shades of red dust and rock that extend and rise up to where you can see. "We should return here after all this," he says, with a forced mind waiting sound convincing. "When all this is over, do the full tour, with travel by mule, white-water rafting. "What?"
Dean clears his throat near Ely its response is broken, with a shudder, because the tone of Sam did not work at all. "That would be fine."
A few minutes pass in silence and Sam sees his brother running a furtive glance in his direction. &hospital when the pain throbbed in his eyes as Sam decíaa you could never be as they were. "Angels nerd," Sam says softly. "They put you under the skin, I guess."
Dean smiles nervously, shrugs his shoulders and perhaps a bit defensive. "Sam You're my heart," he says. "But he is - do not know. My soul, I think. I guess the thing to hell ... I'm branded, it is marked. Just - you know. Make sure this right. "Then make your voice sound harsh. "They haveiono something. The world is too noisy and too bright. People are transparent, I can see in poplars, seeing things that really do not want to see, I see that maybe some of them do not deserve to be saved. And you and Bobby, look at me and I know we both are trying to accept it, but they can not, not really. "He frowns. "You two look at me as if I were not. I'm being pulled in all directions. So, whatever. I have -
doubts."
The idea star Sam suddenly and puts a hand on the shoulder of his brother. "God, Dean, sorry," he says softly. "We've been too busyrn. With the devil as his only companion.
Sam's eyes are opened at once, but it is completely still, because Dean is still and scattered over it. The movement of the tractor has stopped snoring and Bobby vibrate across the front of the cabin, go stones moonlight spread across the hill. Colt Cemetery.
Castiel Move your gaze to the other man's arm is extended along the top of the front seat, her cheek leaning on it while watching Dean sleep. Seems unaware that Sam is awake, and though his eyes still look exhausted their express is open and unprotected as it was to sleep when Dean asked Sam to take care of Cas, as open and unprotected as it always has been. And Sam's chest is compressed again when I understood that Castiel is the only one who still looks at Dean as he always did.
"I do not understand what have you and Dean, Cas, not really," Sam whispers in the gloom and Castiel's eyes found hers. "But I know you love him. So if something were to - " " I'll take care of it, "Castiel gently interrupts him. "I'll keep it safe. You have my word. DesAfter all, is what I was sent here to do. "
Sam smiles. "Although that's not why you do it. I think that was never the reason. "
" No, "concedes the other man. "That's not why I do it. And the truth I myself do not understand, Sam, if my connection with Michael, or ... something else. "He returned the smile and wistful, sad perhaps. "It's just - it is."
"Well. Whatever it is, he really never had a friend before you, "murmured Sam. Castiel is still looking, inflexible eyes. & Qusmell the coffee, hear the sound of wrapping paper from the front, the sound of the radio, the volume low. Carefully peel off his brother, throws up his jacket to cover his sprawling figure, silently wonder how much Sam has grown and remember the first day I saw him as the sole of his newborn brother fit in the palm of your four years.
Bobby takes a look grim, lift a bag. "We found a restaurant with electricity," he whispers. "But I guess you're not hungry." Baja sight. "As is the ..." pointing to his head. Dean raises his
est"You think so? For him there is only hell. Has lost part of himself. Does not seem right. "The old man taps his fingers on the steering wheel. "There is a natural state for him," he mutters. "He's not supposed to be this. And I've been asking for liquor. " Dean sighs through the wave of resignation. "Well, do not give anything." Turn your shoulders, stretch your arm out the door handle. "I have no time for this," he says briefly.
sinking line the bridge of the nose of Bobby he sinks deeper and visibly. "You are no longerDean, do not you? "She says softly. "Not really. He is gone. If he really was here once. "Study to Dean with a concise and critical eye. "I parked near the tomb," he says, suddenly sharp. "It just left us." Dean nods and leaves the truck.
Colt cemetery is so cold and lonely in the dark as he remembers but does not feel the cold in the air shakes and hugs as he walks to stand in front of the mausoleum where everything happened. Puts his eyes on the stone in which he threw Yellow Eyes, where he collapsedp; aacute; by the eclipse?
Dean looks up, the gray cloudy, biting his lip before dropping his eyes to Bobby. "It's time to leave," he says. Bobby looks up. "What what?" Refers confused and a flash alarm slides down his face, his eyebrows meeting in the middle and tuning up under the visor of his cap.
"It's time to leave," Dean repeated, stronger and firmer. "You and Castiel. Send them back to your home and if that does not work - "
" I'm not going anywhere, "announcedBobby's eyes. "And once this starts, I will use any means at my disposal to distract, to divert, to deceive, to stop him." Pausing to absorb what they are saying. "Any method ," he emphasizes. "And that means they could be injured or killed." Castiel intentionally clears his throat. "In fact, this is partially my fault," he says quietly. "Help to start all this when Sam let out a panic room. And as far as I'm concerned that makes it help stop my work. "Cruz; Iacute;, broken in the back full of bullet holes, blood spatter. "Remembrance takes your breath for a second and intention staggers briefly before continuing. "I do not understand why, because you were in the picture of the camp. You should have returned to Six Falls for some reason. Anyway, you caught there. Croats, I guess ... everything was reduced to pieces, looked like his special brand of madness. Though I suppose that could have been hell. " Bobby's response is weak, cracking slightly. "Dean, for -" "Anyway, anyway, and you were not in Chitaqua cOn the rest of us by then, "continued Dean. "But you if you were, Cas." Smile while your focus changes, even if your eyes are burning now and become blurred. "You never told him everything. Had fallen, and now ... you were drunk and stoned most of the time, fucking anything that moved and when I say jump, you asked how high. And I envíea a nest of demons to get my chance to kill the devil. "
His voice sounds strangely strong in peace and quiet of the cemetery and Castiel is staring at him, silent, solemn and absolutely still. CH
"is a loaded statement, and Dean clutching his hands. "But you know where you're going to end," try again. "It could be a trip of no return this time."
There is a long pause while the other man just stares back, and it looked complicated, heavy. "Whatever," he says eventually. "I never let you before, I'm not going to stop now." His eyebrows raised slightly, and now is emphatic. "This is my choice, my free will."
uneasy Dean raises a hand, puts it on his head, frowning. "By godremarks. "But I have the balls well placed, you should know that. So I will keep. "
And hell, Dean thinks, before a situation like this would have sailed along the river of denial, would have coffee implements would have eaten the whole foot on the nearest restaurant menu, or maybe - no, definitely -
had gotten a few bottles, but nothing that would point now . So it opens up to the promise of companionship, support.
At least none of them will die alone.a, tightens the jaw. "It's not stupid, it's strategy," he says dryly. "And it's necessary. And if you'd let me out of here as I wanted to not even be discussing. "Look at Bobby with eyes that know they have become cold and hard and does not hesitate for a moment. Bobbyup eyebrows. "What do you think of this plan?" He barks at Castiel. Castiel
tilts his head thoughtfully, as Dean observes. And Dean knows that Castiel is yours, that Castiel did not conflict with this in any way that Castiel will choose it every damn time.
"I think tiesounds determined, perhaps even hopeful. "It makes sense. Can work. "
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