Mortal Resurrection

"…and should the blame fall on me—"

it hurts to become

            The second the angel picked up, there was relief. And mild anger. Dean just felt angry at everything right now. Angry at Sam for WANTING to die, angry at himself for now being able to stop all this, and angry at Cas for going and getting himself into this dumb mess. This meant he was homeless, and extremely vulnerable against other angels. Sure the guy knew a thing or two about fighting, but little fighting skill and a now very human life span, verses VERY angry angels on a line of vengeance? It just wasn’t any competition on who would win.Licking his lips and letting his head fall back, he inhaled and exhaled before answering.             “Yeah, it’s me. I’m glad you’re alright.” It was the first words to leave his mouth. He really wasn’t sure why. “Listen, me and Sam we’re alright… he’s…. alright. I can’t really explain to you how but things are looking up for now. I can’t really leave him by himself so you’re gonna have to let me know where you are and I can have someone come babysit him.” He hoped he wasn’t days away. Dean didn’t feel like going on a long trip and Sam was still riding shotgun with an angel on his shoulder, literally. He didn’t have a lot of traveling time available.              “I’m gonna try and come pick you up. But if it’s far you’re gonna have to find a way to meet me half way.”

With a price on his head once more, it felt almost as if nothing changed. This was the normality of his existence; in yet severely changed with his lack of power. None the less, still a soldier--just without weaponry.

             Tired.               He was plain tired.             Things just weren’t what they used to be. Dean didn’t have the energy, the strength, the endurance. Sam was okay, for now… but what would happen when he found out there was an angel riding shotgun? How angry would he be at Dean for tricking him? Dean just didn’t have the energy to think of how this would affect things. For now, he needed to gather his ducks and place them in a box instead of a row before they went waddling off again to god knows where.             Starting with contacting Cas. After making sure Sam was okay and… asleep. He walked outside and dialed the phone before placing it to his ear. He hoped Cas would pick up, he knew that a cellphone might of not been on him but it was a shot in the dark he had to take. Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he let out an unsteady breath and licked his lips smoothly. Here went nothing and he hoped Cas was okay and safe.

                                                                                 "Hello, Dean."

A little research.

            “Do you know how many times my trust has been broken, Cas? Do you know how hard it is to trust someone who’s consistently crushed your trust down into the dirt? I’m pretty sure you understand where I’m sitting.”

"..." Silence swept over his form, royal tinctures tilted downwards as the words of dismal approach enter and caress the ex-angel's frame of mind. "I know--I do." His gruff voice starts off soft, as if trying to keep the flicking feeling from being easy to define. "But...even after all I've done, I thought it right. I thought it best, and I had your well being in mind each and every single time. So perhaps you can realize that we all make mistakes, some more than others...and find it in you to help assist in the passing of this between us."