"What-" Dean tries to turn his head, but Castiel holds on. Dean could easily overpower him now - Castiel hopes Dean could easily overpower him now - but he doesn't try, doesn't fight Castiel's hold. "Where- Cas, I don't-"
"Behind you," Castiel tells him. "Don't look," he adds quickly. "Just open it."
"Cas..." Dean stares into his face, confused, as if Castiel's eyes hold the answers. And perhaps they do; Dean's own eyes widen in comprehension then slide away from Castiel's, unfocused, as he concentrates.
And behind Dean, a door abruptly swings wide to let in a bright, warm light. A door where before there was only smooth unbroken wall.
Castiel stares at it for a long moment. "You are much stronger than I thought," he says, and once more his voice sounds far away and not his own. Because it is one thing to overpower a demon, for a mortal mind to wrest back control while hellish power crackles through it. It has been done - rarely, but it has been done. But to overpower an angel. But to overpower an archangel.
"I'm not." There is something broken in Dean's voice, and Castiel turns his gaze back to him to find tears pooling in those human, human eyes. "I'm not, Cas, I'm weak-"
"No."
"I'm not," Dean shakes his head, as much as he can with Castiel's hands still bracketing his face. Castiel realises he is stroking his thumbs along Dean's cheekbones. He makes himself stop. "I said yes, Cas, I'm sorry, I said yes."
"I know," Castiel tells him. "I will be very angry with you later." Because there is going to be a later now, for both of them. "But now, we have to go save the world."
He releases Dean's face and reaches down to take one of Dean's hands in one of his instead. He does it to get Dean to go with him, to pull him through the room and out the door.
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Re: Strength (3/3)
Date: 2010-06-14 12:45 am (UTC)"Behind you," Castiel tells him. "Don't look," he adds quickly. "Just open it."
"Cas..." Dean stares into his face, confused, as if Castiel's eyes hold the answers. And perhaps they do; Dean's own eyes widen in comprehension then slide away from Castiel's, unfocused, as he concentrates.
And behind Dean, a door abruptly swings wide to let in a bright, warm light. A door where before there was only smooth unbroken wall.
Castiel stares at it for a long moment. "You are much stronger than I thought," he says, and once more his voice sounds far away and not his own. Because it is one thing to overpower a demon, for a mortal mind to wrest back control while hellish power crackles through it. It has been done - rarely, but it has been done. But to overpower an angel. But to overpower an archangel.
"I'm not." There is something broken in Dean's voice, and Castiel turns his gaze back to him to find tears pooling in those human, human eyes. "I'm not, Cas, I'm weak-"
"No."
"I'm not," Dean shakes his head, as much as he can with Castiel's hands still bracketing his face. Castiel realises he is stroking his thumbs along Dean's cheekbones. He makes himself stop. "I said yes, Cas, I'm sorry, I said yes."
"I know," Castiel tells him. "I will be very angry with you later." Because there is going to be a later now, for both of them. "But now, we have to go save the world."
He releases Dean's face and reaches down to take one of Dean's hands in one of his instead. He does it to get Dean to go with him, to pull him through the room and out the door.
But on the other side, he doesn't let go.