Between the Lines – I'm not leaving here without you.

A/N: I was going to move onto a different scene, but I hated leaving the first half of this one so open ended, so here you go. I abridged Benny lines because three is a crowd and I felt like it. I guess this also officially makes this a oneshot collection, weee!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters.

Destiel, PG rating. Spoilers of 8x02. Fic labeled as complete because each chapter can stand alone.

Chapter Summary: 8x02 - Dean isn't leaving without Cas.

"Just leave me. Please."

Like hell.


The name feels like a plea, probably because it is one. As much as Dean would like to just haul the angel over his shoulder and not really give him a choice about this, he knows he has to stay reasonable. Castiel could disappear in the length of a blink, and then this – the fear for his friend, the worry that he'll never find him, and the growing disconnect between the man Dean's becoming and the man he was before which feels slighted only with Cas' presence – all this would have to start over again.

"We're getting out of here. We're going home."

The desperation that weighs on Dean's voice might make him shutter back home, but here, in this monsterland, Dean doesn't care how desperate the words are. He needs Cas with him. End of story.

"Dean, I can't."

Cas isn't looking at him, and his words sound hollow. Dean brushes off the fear that Cas says he can't because he can't, not because he won't. Such worries would lead to madness. There has to be a way. Dean will find it.

"We'll figure it out."

His promise is to both Cas and himself.

"Cas, buddy."

Cas still refuses to look at him.

That pesky fear worms its way inside of Dean again, churning in the pit of his stomach. Fear for Cas. Fear for himself. What will happen if they are separated? What will Dean have to do to survive? And who will be there to tell him that he is still the same man, even as he feels more and more like a monster?

"I need you."

Finally, Cas looks up from the river. He almost seems sad, as his head sits on an angle and his gaze locks with Dean's. But sadness isn't all that's there. Some compassion. Some empathy. And something else that looks an awful lot like relief.

Maybe Dean isn't the only one afraid of being lost.


Castiel breathes his name more than says it, and Dean knows that the angel is going to fight him on this. Cas has reasons, sure, but damn it, they are not going to be split apart by some misguided sense of angelic martyrdom.

"And if Leviathan want to take a shot at us, let 'em. We ganked those bitches once before, we can do it again."

Cas looks away, glances back.

"It's too dangerous."

How dangerous the situation may be with Cas around does not figure into Dean's equation. Not having him would be worse. Worse than worse, unbearable. Looking for Cas, knowing he's out there somewhere, was the only thing that kept Dean sane. He's not going to lose him now that he's found him. And he's sure as hell not going to leave Cas here. This place eats angels for breakfast.

If anything were to happen Cas…

Dean remembers what it feels like to pull a wet bodiless trench coat out from the water's edge. The pain clenching around his heart gives his words a hard edge.

"Let me bottom-line it for you…"

He eases a little when Cas focuses on him, but not much.

"I'm not leaving here without you."

Castiel's eyes widen a little before recovering. Dean wonders over this reaction, briefly. Did Cas think Dean would leave him behind?


Cas' blue eyes reflect a warmth Dean has not seen since coming to this place.

"I understand."