“Prompt: Dean’s thoughts as he’s driving away after leaving Castiel at the hospital.”—
An Anon gave me a prompt, and then I posted it, and then something was weird, and instead of hitting “edit” I hit “delete” and now I’m lost. SO, I’m reposting it like this.
Dean didn’t like it. Hell, there were a lot of things Dean Winchester didn’t like. This was just one more to add to the list that, coincidentally, he couldn’t even see the fucking end of anymore. Leaving Castiel there at that hospital left a horrible aftertaste that Dean was determined to ignore. Admittedly, it was easier than trying to ignore Sammy’s constant rambling and bitchfaces about leaving the Angel, at which point he just turned the music up and stared pointedly at the road.
But Cas was safe. His angel was back, and as much as he would love to have that part of his family back in his life, he knew damn well they couldn’t babysit Cas and hunt Leviathans all at the same time. But Dean made a silent promise, something in the back of his head that kept him going, that he would come back to his angel and they would find a way to fix this. Everything that Cas had done, for both him and Sam, with the whole purgatory business (mostly) behind them, and especially fixing Sam, he felt he owed him.
Honestly, he didn’t know why he couldn’t just say that out loud. Why he couldn’t put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and tell him it’d be alright. Why he couldn’t tell Sammy what he felt, of all people. It was different when Cas was involved. Always was, now that he thought about it. Dean gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles white and Sam stopped glaring at him. “We’ll go back, soon,” Dean muttered, saying his promise out loud more for himself, but Sam seemed to accept it at face value and sat back with a sigh. Dean prayed in his head as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, for the first time since a month after his angel ‘died’.
Castiel held his head in his hands, trying studiously to ignore Lucifer’s taunting when the words echoed in his head. Loud, clear, they cut through the Devil’s voice and drowned him out. For a second, all he could hear were Dean’s words, and a soft smile played on his lips. He would have hope. He would have faith.