In To The Deep Ch5:Looks Like We're Not In Kansas

Castiel let out a happy sigh as he spotted his old wooden trunk. He and Gabriel had picked it up merely a month ago and it had become Castiel favorite place to store the small human trinkets he had collected.

The Chest sat beside one of the oldest garden status he had. He chuckled to himself as he trotted over to it, he had thought it had been a true piece of art, they didn’t have flower figures in the Angel sanctums.

Crouching down Castiel lifted the hefty lid of the trunk with a loud creak, he winced at the painfully obnoxious noise and glanced worriedly over at his mate. Seeing that he hadn’t stirred in the least Cas let out a relieved sigh and he inched the lid the rest of the way up.

Thankfully Castiel loved to keep his items in order, so when he peered into the opening he found what he was searching for right away.

Wasting no more time he pulled out an old box with a faded plus symbol on it, next he grabbed some of the old clothing.

Angels were well insulated, their tough skin barely feeling the cold, Castiel however knew that humans had very thin, fragile skin. They break at the slightest cause.

Lifting the clothing up for inspection, Castiel noted it was light and very dark but didn’t appear to have any holes or stain on it thankfully, he believed they were called ‘shorts’.

Next, Castiel hesitated for a moment then nodded to himself with determination he pulled out some blankets and he knew humans needed a lot of artificial insulation.

Closing the trunk gingerly he made his way back over to the sleeping male. Setting the cloth next to the sleeping figure he turned and walked over to his fire pit.

To the left of the fire pit was a small door in the floor. Finding the small indentation Castiel gripped it and pulled it open revealing his cupboard.

Pulling out a shallow wooden bowl he gently let the door fall shut. Castiel then spun to the right and padded over to a small cabinet laying against the wall. Opening it he snatched a couple of the water bottles out and sealed it back up.

Finally he returned to his mate and sat down on his knees leaning over the man. He carefully began the slow process of peeling off the bloodied bandages covering his mates shoulder.

His mate let out small whimpers and Castiel grimaced, he forced himself to keep extracting them, he needed to make sure the wound wasn't infected.

After an agonizingly slow process Cas finally managed to get the last of the bandages off without waking his mate up. Seeing that the wound wasn’t bleeding, he stood up, his knees cracking and walked over to his fire pit.

He placed the bandages into a large basin filled with cold but clean water, and then placed it over the fire pit. Checking that he had enough kindling he then set about lighting a fire with a small stone and some flint.

With flames licking at the bottom of the metal pot he sighed in satisfaction. The water was beginning to boil, and he could already tell the bandages were softening.

Standing up for one last time he made his way back to the motionless man. With a bowl of warm water in hand he peeled off the rest of his mates ruined shirt and began the agonizing process of cleaning the man's torn up shoulder. Thankfully nothing seemed broken but it would be hard for him to move for quite a while.

Cleaning the majority of the blood off of the sleeping male Castiel realized with a frown that there were scars littering the man’s form. Putting it in the back of his mind he vowed to ask the man once he woke up.

After a few minutes of careful scrubbing he had the wound clean, however his mate was making small pained moans, still unconscious.

Castiel softly shushed him and began to put a disinfectant on the wound from the ‘first aid’ kit he had. Wasting no more time he wrapped up the shoulder and secured the bandage.

Done with patching him up Castiel began to wonder if the human had received any more injuries. With a small huff he carefully removed the rest of the remains of the man’s dirty clothing until he was completely bare.

Not wanting the man to wake up in such a compromising moment Castiel mechanically and methodically began to clean up his mate, carefully not to linger on any part of the male’s body. With a small hum of

pleasure he found that the man had only received scrapes and bruises. It wasn’t good by any means but he knew that humans could heal from such small injuries quickly.

Cas was awoken from his thoughts by the human when he had begun to shiver uncontrollably and was starting to whine softly.

Castiel realized his was complaining about being cold, of course! What a fool he is. Humans always wore layers of heavy material, they must get cold so easily if he's shivering in the middle of the summer.

Slightly panicked Castiel managed to get the male into a cleaner pair of pants and begins pulling and piling heavy blankets until Cas could only barely see his face peeking out.

After a few tense seconds Cas let out at a sigh of relief when his mate just snuggled deeper into the soft fabrics.

Castiel got up from his spot and stretched. He resisted letting out a large yawn as he dropped his arms back down at his sides. He was tired but he still had stuff to do.

Turning back around he faced the pot of steaming water in the center of the room. He approached it and found the dirty bandages to be quite compliant.

Fishing them out with an old metal spoon he draped them out of one of his windows to dry. He then emptied the basin of putrid water and cleaned the pot thoroughly.

Then with the last of his energy he began the deconstruction of his wing guards. Gingerly putting everything in their places he let out another yawn and settled down gently beside his mate. He watched the male lightly snore away as he drifted into a restful slumber.

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Castiel awoke as he had every day, with the sunlight shining directly in his eyes, but unlike every other morning before he was snuggling against his mate. He peered down at his sleeping face. He had a few cuts and bruises but it would be ok, Castiel knew this.

After a few moments the angel carefully rose with reluctance and a heavy sigh he pulled himself away from his mate and stretched out his wings a little and flapped them lightly. He absentmindedly noted that the

male had kicked off the majority of the blankets. Deciding that his mate would sleep a while longer he set out to deal with his wings. Only preening them for a moment he began to adorn his wings with their

usual protection.
Satisfied that his guards would hold up he gave one last look at the sleeping human and dove off of his nests ledge, plunging into Perdition below.

Soaring into the canopy he scanned the gloomy forest but found it lacked its normal inhabitants. Feeling uneasy he dipped down into purgatory, the bottom layer where he had found the human the night before.

The colors around him seemed so muted compared to the vibrancy of his mate waiting above. Everything was dead silent the only sounds heard were the few gusts of wind that made it this far into the woods and

the slight flapping of his wings.

Then to his left, a twig snapped and Castiel took a chance and flew down until he was right over the underbrush.

Not seeing or smelling any predators nearby Cas ventured even closer until his nose caught the familiar stench or rabbit with a determined expression the angel began his hunt.

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Ten minutes later Cas had caught three rabbits and carefully tied them to his belt so that they would be secured for the flight home.

Only a couple of minutes later Castiel was breaking away from perdition into open wide skies. He lightly landed onto his deck, and tucking his wings behind him and he entered his house only to be greeted by a surprising sight.

His mate was up and moving! Although he was standing far away from him on the other side of the room, his complexion was pale and sickly. Following his mates gaze he realized it was fixated to Cas’ chest,

glancing down he realized he was covered in the dark red stain of blood and with a little haste he pulled out the carcasses of the days hunt.

At the sight of the dead rabbits the male looked slightly ill but said in a surprisingly steady tone,” Where the hell am I?”

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Feeling like crap Dean wakes up in a soft bed covered in far too many blankets that smelled like they’ve been stored in a closet for the last year or two.

Dean groaned in pain as he carefully sat up, took a deep breath and then carefully pushes the blankets off and to the side. Carefully letting out the air in his lungs Dean opened his eyes and stared up at an

unfamiliar ceiling and looked around in with a growing sense of dread. After a few moments Dean realized with horror that he didn't know where he was or in whose house.

Dean quickly closed his eyes and then took in another deep breath and counted to ten in his head hoping to some higher power that he was just dreaming and that he was still in his bed back at Bobby’s.

Opening his eyes he realized that he was still in the musty room and let out a forlorn sigh, flopping back down onto the lumpy bed. Desperately he tried to remember how he had gotten into the situation. Letting

out a pained groan as his memory started to come back to him after a couple of minuets.

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He had felt groggy and sick like he was going to barf, and the world refused to stop swaying no matter how much he stayed still. He could feel the cold air moving underneath him causing him to start to struggle.

Then he heard a deep voice speaking, but he couldn't understand the language although it was strangely soothing, kind of like how his mother used to make him feel when she used hold him and sing him to sleep.

Although the strange man was unfamiliar, being in his arms made him feel... safe. ‘

Feeling a headache forming Dean let out a sigh and blinked open his eyes and looked around at the dim room as much as could while still laying down. He could see a door frame covered by curtains on the far side of the room and a widow not too far from that.

Although the window didn’t have any coverings over it, it wasn’t allowing much light inside, settling back down he closed his eyes again to see if he could some how remember more.

‘He only remembered being really cold and someone whispering over him that it was going to be okay.’

The memories were starting to come back to him faster and faster now.

‘He remembered being chased by the vampires… and running into the woods and … meeting two angels and being really cold…..’

Jerking back to awareness he tried to sit up but it only filled him with the impulse the puke; so he sat back, closed his eyes and tried to calm down. After a few moments the sick feeling faded away enough for

him to look around a bit.
Opening his eyes slowly he noticed that there is a lit fire and an opened first aid box, and to the side of it was a bowl filled in what looked like bloodied bandages.

He bolted up in both panic and realization, he was in an angels nest!

He attempted to get up, but then said black winged angel walked in covered in blood and standing in the way of the only noticeable exit.

Startled Dean yells at him,” Where the hell am I?”, and jumps to his feet and bravely ignored the wave of dizziness and nausea that was triggered by the quick movement.

The angel raises his eyebrows in surprise and pulls small, brown and bloody from his belt. Upon further inspection Dean realized the creature had three dead animals. After a few moments of silence the angel

seemed to have figured out that Dean wasn't going to greet him or say anything. With the rabbits raised in a calming manner the man calmly walks the rest of the way into the room and set down the dead game

by the fire, and then again holds up his hands in a calming manner.

The man said in an eerily familiar heavily accented voice,” Do not worry you are safe.”

Dean says in a panicked voice,” Safe? I’m in a freakin’ ANGELS NEST! Safe doesn't even come close to describing the situation!”

As he was speaking he was slowly inching to the side of the angel and moving ever so closer to the door. The only problem with Deans problem though was that the angel was still to close to the door for Dean to

make his escape.

As the minutes dragged on, Dean began to get more and more desperate and not knowing when he would get another opportunity Dean lunged for the door only for it to be blocked by the angel. The man

attempted to grab him but Dean managed just to barely evade his arms by the width of a hair.

Steadying himself, Dean ducked down as the angel took another grab and then he tackled the male around his middle knocking the angel to the floor.

However with his scrawny disabled self set against a full functional angel the man easily pried Dean’s arms from around his waist and twisted them until Dean was almost hovering above the fallen man.

With just a little more effort the angel had them rolled over and then calmly started to unwind Dean’s bandages. Enraged that the man didn't even seemed to be winded by his struggling while he was already

grasping and sweaty from the brief in-contour. Dean tries to pull his arm away from the man but the angel’s grip is firm and refused to budge even an inch.

The angel then says in a soft and soothing voice,” Please stop moving around so much. You are bleeding. I need to check on your injuries.”

With a sneer at the angels words Dean kept struggling for a few more minutes but eventually conceded and stopped struggling even if only because he thinks that if he cooperates maybe he’ll have a chance of getting out of the nest alive.

The male let out a sigh of relief when Dean had finally stopped struggling and that hopefully he had not made his injuries any worse.

Dean asked gasping slightly, “What are you?”

The man replied in a soft tone,’ I am an Angel”,

Dean replies in a clearly irritated tone “No, I already knew that I meant your name?”

The angel paused for a brief moment almost as if he had to think of what his name was and softly says,” Castiel, and who are you?”

Suppressing a pained groan when Castiel pushed a little to hard on one of Deans wounds, he replied,” I’m Dean Winchester.”

Letting out a hum of approval Cas finally finishes up bandaging him and helped him up and gently lead him to sit by the fire, and asked in a gentle tone,” Are you hungry”.

Dean stares at him with squinted eyes and slowly says,” Yeah sure, What are we having?”

Cas replies with a small smile on his face,” Roasted rabbit,”

Dean makes a interested face and says, “Uh ok.”

Cas’ smile widens a bit and he turns toward the fire and then leans forward to stir the ashes and adds more wood to the fire. Grabbing the hare he started to prepare dinner.