Guardian 5/?

[candylovingangel]

Title: Guardian 
Author: candylovinangel 
Rating: PG 
Spoilers: Seen Season 1's Faith through 5.22? You're good.
Word Count: 2372
Summary: Dean has a heart attack due to his electrocution from a tazer (Season one's Faith opening). When he is told he has no more than a month or two to live, Sam gets desperate and searches for ways to save Dean, effectively ditching his brother in the hospital, forgetting to visit him more than once or longer than an hour. Dean leaves after three days to go back to the hotel room and he comes across a dog as he's taking a breather. He has no idea the dog is more than he seems..

Dean, Bobby and Sam found themselves in a condo somewhere on a coastline. They heard waves crashing against sand, and could smell the salty breeze…The condo itself seemed to have everything, Dean realized as he looked around the place in a quiet silence.

It came as an unexpected shock when he felt like his chest was being torn apart. He couldn’t help the scream of pain that tore from his throat and he fell to his knees and then completely to the floor. He realized then, that Gabriel had died…The son of a bitch had died…

Bobby and Sam had quickly run upstairs to see Dean there on the floor, chest heaving as he was already pushing himself to his feet and he shakily unbuttoned his shirt and looked to his chest where there was a white slash line and he paled and looked to the other two even as the mark faded away as if it had never been there.

“Dean…what was that all about?” Sam asked and Dean swallowed and looked to Sam, shivering.

“He…he died…Sam I could feel it I don’t know how…” Dean whispered and Sam led Dean into one of the rooms that turned out to be a bedroom and helped Dean onto the bed.

“We got him killed, Sammy…He…he died protecting us…” Dean whispered and Sam put a soothing hand on Dean’s shoulder as he got Dean’s wet jacket off of him and yet ..Dean hadn’t felt it…he felt warm like he usually felt around Gabriel and Dean cursed the warmth, wishing it would leave him alone so he wouldn’t be reminded of the Archangel. Sam left him alone after a while, Dean keeping his head buried in his pillow. Fuck. Why was he so pathetic? He asked himself as he looked to the gun on the bedside table. Sam had forgotten to take it with him. Sam had been to paranoid to leave Dean along with a gun ever since… He shook his head and whimpered into the pillow. He’d gotten an archangel killed…but why? Why had the other one killed him? Called him a traitor?

Dean was quiet for a while before he noticed his hands were moving on their own, reaching out for paper and a pencil and he just shrugged at this and stared off into space as his right hand started drawing something on the paper and when it stopped moving Dean looked down and saw a well drawn picture of Gabriel hugging…him? There were three sets of wings, each one curled around Dean… Dean stared at his hand in horror even as he put the picture under the gun and he curled up on the bed and he stared at the wall. He was numb, or well he felt numb. He wasn’t even there enough to feel much pain in his back when it suddenly flared up…

Dean let out a hiss and tried to scratch at his back as it started itching like fucking crazy and he felt like he was burning up. He sprinted for the shower, shedding the wet heavy clothes and turned on the water and the water felt…awesome. It was soothing against his itching and burning up skin as he braced himself against the shower, breathing hard. He was like that for about half an hour before he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist, passing by the fogged up mirrors and he went into the room and went through the dresser drawers, actually surprised to find clothes there. He picked up a dress shirt and put it on. He paused halfway through buttoning it up when he recognized the smell on it. Gabriel, it smelled like Gabriel, who’s always had this unique ozone smell to him, though when Dean thought about it, it probably had to do with his being an angel and flying. He also smelled caramel in there too and he hugged the shirt closer to him. He finished buttoning it up and then snorted at the choice of boxers there, but like he had any other options? He took a black pair and put them on. They felt…nice and they were comfy. Dean knew he was red with embarrassment, but glad no-one was there to mock him even as he grabbed the jeans and pulled them on. How the hell did the jeans fit? They should have been a few inches short on him. The shirt he understood could fit because most people like to buy larger sizes to wear but this was strange…

He shook his head and grabbed a jacket from the closet, a tan one and then he crawled into the bed, hugging a pillow close to him and Gabriel’s scent filling his nostrils and actually calming him down. It was nothing compared to the Archangel, who had been so warm to hug…but this would do for now….

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He was surprised he fell asleep especially when he found himself in the same room he had fallen asleep in and he was sitting on the bed, waiting. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for but he sighed after a while and closed his eyes and he frowned when some bangs got in his face and he pushed them back. Wait a minute, since when did he have long hair? He frowned and got up and went into the bathroom and started when he saw his reflection. It wasn’t his reflection anymore, it was Gabriel’s and Dean could see what shock looked like on the Archangel’s face. He brought his hand to the long hair and ran his hand through it all. Was it so bad he liked the feel of ‘his’ hair? He slid down the wall of the bathroom and leaned his head back against the wall, feeling the wet tears as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t stand looking at his reflection anymore. It hurt after a bit and he didn’t know why. He hid his head in his arms. He wasn’t aware that he was being watched, or the sadness on the watcher’s face. Dean shifted and mumbled curses in a whispered voice as his back grew warm and itched again.

“What’s happening to me?” He whispered as he dared to look up again, only to flinch and he got away from the mirror and went to the bed. He shivered on the bed and hugged his arms around his stomach. He shouldn’t have ‘killed’ Gabe the first time…let him live and get to know him better. He barely got to know anything about the Archangel before he was so brutally taken from this life… He flinched when he saw how Raphael had stabbed Gabriel again. He shook his head and whimpered, curling in on himself. Okay so maybe going to bed like this had been a mistake…

A flash of the auditorium and the real Gabriel appearing. The…hurt and distress on the Archangel’s face spoke volumes and it yanked on Dean’s heart. Guilt. Guilt came forth and tried to eat Dean alive and he tried to get away from it, he was running from the creature the guilt and anger, and sorrow had become…A huge hound that was trying to rip him apart with its sharp shiny white teeth and its sleek black fur…

He tripped and the creature pounced, knocking Dean to the ground, paws digging into Dean’s chest, bangs in his face still as the hound snarled.

“You taste of fear, you will be wonderful to eat…” It snarled and it snapped it’s teeth at Dean and he sneered at it.

“I’m pretty sure I’d taste horrible to you right now,” Dean retorted but the hound snarled at him again.

“Ah but there’s so much more…Mmm. You know…it is your fault the Archangel died. If he had let you sell your soul he wouldn’t have been thrown into the middle of a hot subject for angels…You, Dean Winchester are the reason he’s dead,” The beast let out a rumbling chuckle and dug it’s nails into Dean’s chest and he let out a yell that wasn’t even with his own voice anymore.

“NO!” He yelled, and he thrashed around under the creature’s hold and he had to escape, fuck he had to-

Dean woke with a start and his chest heaved as he took in gasping breaths and was aware of tears streaming down from his eyes before he hid his head in the pillow, shuddering as he tried to calm himself down. He held onto the pillow for dear life as he keeps breathing in Gabriel’s scent and he felt warmer like he was hugging the Archangel and it helped to soothe his rapidly beating heart. Dean didn’t need a panic attack or another heart attack… He then went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror and he blinked at how long his hair had gotten and he went cold when he realized what something was happening to him, even then. He then realized why the clothes had fit him so well. Even as Dean watched, his hair got a hell of a lot lighter to where it looked blonde… And Dean started cursing as he left the room and he just ran down the hall and outside. He had to escape…

“Dea—Gabriel?” Sam blinked as Dean shoved past his brother and he saw the pool and he didn’t remember throwing the jacket off or jumping over the fence.

“Dean!” Sam yelled and his brother was right behind him, damn his long legs. Dean tried to keep running, but Sam caught up with him and grabbed him, making him jerk to a stop.

“Dean…Dean it is you right?” Sam said as he looked Dean over for a minute as Dean nodded frantically, panting hard at how out of breath he is and he’s cursing between panting breaths.

“Oh God, Dean…” Sam whispered as he actually fucking lifted Dean up like he was a little kid.

“Let me go, Sasquatch! Fuck! I’m not a kid!” He protested, Sam chuckled at how indignant Dean sounded with Gabriel’s voice and Dean started cursing at Sam in all the languages he knew curses to until they were by the pool and Sam was shifting him a bit.

“OH HELL NO!” Dean yelled as he tried to get free and Sam chuckled and tried to throw Dean into the pool, but Dean dragged Sam with him and there was an almighty splash as both men fell into the cool water.

Dean swam away from Sam and snorted and coughed out water, The shirt was dragged down by the water like everything was and Dean let out an annoyed grunt as he got to the side, panting. Gabriel’s smaller stature really sucked, and Dean wore out a bit faster than normal.

“Hey, Dean... Come here…” Sam muttered and Dean shot him a confused look that got Sam snorting in amusement, only for Sam to earn a scowl.

“Dude, you with Gabriel’s face is…well awesome I guess? He can really express a lot with his face, or well his vessel’s face or whatever angels use to walk on earth,” Sam said with a chuckle and Dean flipped him off before he swam over and Sam frowned at him again as he tugged at the back of Dean’s shirt.

“What is it, Sammy?” Dean asked, turning his head.

“Don’t call me Sammy,” Sam countered immediately and he grimaced when he realized who he was actually talking to, “Sorry…” He mumbled and Dean didn’t say anything as Sam looked at Dean’s neck again.

“I know this is gonna sound weird…but take off your shirt…Something’s on your back…” Sam said firmly and Dean blinked but he got out of the pool and unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it aside and he heard Sam take in a breath and quickly get out of the pool.

“BOBBY!” Sam yelled and Dean flinched as he was frog marched to the den of the condo and Bobby came down and blinked at Dean.

“Is that-?” Bobby started to ask but Dean shook his head.

“No I’m not Gabriel, it’s me, Dean and I have no fucking clue how this happened!” Dean said indignantly before Sam turned him around so his back was to Bobby.

“What does the gold lettering say?” Sam asked an Dean was beyond confused as Bobby read something out loud…

“Ego Gabriel sinistra Dei mise Wintoniensis Dean tueri omni gratia mei cordis licet simmori inveniam viam restituit.” Bobby says aloud before Sam raises a brow at him and Dean sees Bobby try and say the English translation only to say more gibberish, “Damn it! I can’t say what the translation is. I know it but I can’t say it. Must be some kind of spell…the translation keeps slipping from my mind as if I was picking up sand…” Bobby mutters before Sam picks up a camera and takes a picture.

“Still it’s…interesting…” Bobby says after a long moment, “I’m pretty sure Gabriel didn’t have this on his back, he already had wings without tattoos…” Bobby trails off and Dean is handed the camera and he looks at the picture. He sees the tattoo for the first time. It’s a pair of wings going down his entire back down to his hips where the feathers at the edge wrap around his hips a bit… There he looked down at his wet jeans and then saw a bit of the feathers before they were hidden, they are all black outlines… He then looked at the gold lettering that went along the arcs of his tattooed wings. It was latin…and to Dean they all got translated…It was like a vow of sorts…

‘I, Gabriel the Left hand of God, swear to protect Dean Winchester with all of my grace and heart, even if I am to die I shall find a way back to him.’

Dean felt his eyes water and he looks away…

“What did it say?” Bobby asks and Dean shifts the camera and deletes the picture.

“it was…basically like a vow. A vow to protect me…” He trails off and without a word goes back upstairs in the condo, slamming the door behind him.