Nerds of a feather{REQUESTS OPEN}

I'm No Archangel

Selaphiel turned to look at the Winchesters for the first time. Stepping uncomfortably close to Dean, he towered over the elder brother. Cas took a step towards Dean, glaring at Seplaphiel as he did so.

"So, I finally meet the Vessel of Michael... And Lucifer." He shot Sam a glance before returning his eyes to Dean. "And he has the AUDACITY to ask for my help, when he will not give a simple 'Yes' to end this all?!"

As the angel spoke, his voice became booming and his hands wrapped around Dean's throat. Cas charged towards his superior, blade raised, but Selaphiel spoke first.

"One more step. And your precious hunter dies."

His grip tightened on the last word and Dean let out a strangled choke. Cas stopped in his tracks, giving an anguished look towards Dean and throwing a furious one to Selaphiel, who just chuckled.

"You know... I think I'll take this golden opportunity as a chance to bring Dean here to heaven. There are much less friendly ways to convince him to say 'yes'. In fact... He'll be begging for Michael to take him once I'm through with him."

He smiled to Castiel, whose fists were still balled in rage, and looked to Sam with disinterest before he zapped up to heaven. He was gone. And Dean was with him. Castiel went into a rage, cracking the table in half with his fist and letting out a roar of fear and loss that shattered Chuck's windows.

"Cas! Cas calm down!" Sam shouted and placed a firm hand on the angel's shoulder, "we're gonna get him back. Ok? We-we just need to think! If he isn't taking Dean to the green room, where else could he be? Is there an interrogation room? Or just, I don't know, just somewhere he would be taken to be... Tortured?"

Cas looked up from the smashed table. Anger still simmered beneath his blue eyes but he regained most of his composure.

"Yes. But Sam, a human such as yourself would be spotted the instant he stepped foot in that place. I must go alone."

"But you're going up against an archangel by yourself! That's suicide!"

"It doesn't matter, all that matters now is saving Dean."

And with that, he disappeared. Sam turned to Chuck with a sigh.

"If they don't end up making-out by the end of this... I'm gonna kill both of them."

"Agreed."

Chuck muttered as he sat down on his couch and promptly fell asleep. Leaving Sam to pace and worry.

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Cas appeared silently in heaven's interrogation room. It was a soft grey color, full of columns, with a large clear area with a table the was currently occupied by a screaming Winchester strapped to the top.

"Say YES!"

Selaphiel yelled as Dean spit his own blood at the floor. He took a sleek silver knife and carved a line down dean's tattered shirt that welled up with blood, and loosed another scream. Cas couldn't take it anymore, he released his blade from the sleeve of his trench coat and ran towards the archangel.

Selaphiel turned to block the blade with his own and the Angels locked eyes. They tore their weapons away from each other and sprang to different sides of the room. Charging at one another, their blades clashed and Cas tried to kick Selaphiel's legs out from under him. He was punched against the wall by the stronger angel and his nose began to bleed as he bounced off the column. Attempting to rise, Cas was kicked down repeatedly by Selaphiel until he could no longer raise his vessel off the cold marble floor.

"Now watch. As I take this pathetic human, and make him say yes."

The screams of Dean cut through the room once more, and Cas cringed at the sound. Dean's eyes somehow found their way to Cas's, begging for help. The angel forgot his own pain, his own wounds, and with one final charge plunged the blade into Selaphiel's exposed back that had been too focused on tearing into Dean's flesh.

"You will NEVER touch, my human. Ever. Again."

Cas growled into the archangel's ear as white light spilled from his eyes and mouth. He fell to the floor and the ground was burned black with the silhouette of huge angel wings.

"Cas..."

Dean said weakly. Cas quickly turned to the hunter and removed the straps binding him to the table. His body was in shambles, long cuts ran down his torso and his left eye was swollen shut. Cas placed his hands on each of the wounds, healing them with the utmost care so as to not pain the hunter further. Once Dean was finally healed Cas spoke,

"Dean. I'm sorry, I should never have agreed to help you with this idea."

"No. Cas, it's fine. I suggested we go after Chuck's angel, this isn't your fault."

He put his hand on Cas's shoulder, leaning down to be able to look into Cas's down turned eyes. The angel looked at Dean and couldn't help himself. He lunged forward and pinned Dean to the table with a desperate kiss. Dean pulled his angel down further until he couldn't bring him any closer. They pulled away once they heard voices calling out for Selaphiel.

"Damn it. Cas! We gotta go."

A touch on the forehead and flap of the wings, and there was only the body of an archangel splayed upon the ground.

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Sam looked up when he heard the telltale flap of wings signaling Cas and Dean's return.

"Finally! You're-"

He stopped as he saw Dean pull Cas towards him by his coat collar and kiss him hard right in the middle of Chuck's living room. Cas had his hands on the defined muscles of dean's exposed back, the shirt was in tatters around Dean, and his eyes closed with his head tilted to kiss Dean even harder.

Not wanting to interrupt, Sam yanked Chuck off the couch and they both backed away into the kitchen. Cas and Dean still connected at the lips.