All Saints Day

Pairing: Future Dean/Future Castiel

Rating: NC-17

Category: Angst, M/M Slash, violence, action and adventure, romance, AU

Summary: It began with the righteous man and his savior. It shall end that way.

"Though the path is plain and smooth for men of good will,

he who walks it will not travel far, and will do so only with

difficulty, if he does not have good feet: that is,

courage and a persevering spirit."

- Saint John of the Cross

Lightening flashed followed by a loud clap of thunder. Castiel fought the urge to stand out in the storm, raise his head to the sky and cleanse himself of his many sins. He snorted to himself as he realized it was the drugs making him feel poetic. They were also making his veins feel scraped raw and hot at the same time, while making his head feel like a helium balloon.

Lightening flashed again and Cas counted to three before thunder followed, so loud it shook the frame of his cabin. He leaned his head against the glass pane of his window as he sighed heavily as he thought of the argument he'd had with their fearless leader just mere hours ago. Words were thrown at him thoughtlessly. Dean had of course used his favorites such as 'Junkie' and 'Useless'. While he just stood there with a smug smile and a bitter laugh and taken it. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't really an argument at all. He swallowed down the swirling feelings of hatred, pain, sorrow and unyielding love as he thought about Dean. If he thought real hard he could remember when all he felt was unyielding love for Dean Winchester; when he looked at Dean with a reverence that words couldn't even describe. His true self would give anything to have those feelings back. They were sure and clear. Even after his brothers left this plane and he awakened irrevocably human, he was still okay. He had Dean and vice versa. But that all changed the day Dean had tried to say yes to Michael. He knew it had been hopeless, but Dean was stubborn. Dean had yelled yes until his throat was raw and it was that day that Castiel watched Dean change to the man he was today.

Castiel turned away from the storm with another heavy sigh. He tried to shake his melancholy thoughts as he slowly made his way toward the other side of the cabin. 'Ridiculous human feelings.' He thought to himself. Obviously the cocktail he had taken an hour ago did nothing to numb the feelings and swirling thoughts he wished to get rid of. He popped two amphetamines, hopeful that he'll sleep through the night as he had a long day ahead of him tomorrow. He had an orgy to prepare for.

The edges of his vision began to grow fuzzy and he smiled hazily to himself as he reached over and blew out the candles on his bedside table. He collapsed back against his pillow and closed his eyes.

"Awaken Castiel." A soft voice whispered. "Open your eyes and see what is in front of you."

The familiar voice made his ears hurt, but he listened, opening his eyes and staring up at the hooded figure above him. "Raziel." He whispered his voice hoarse. It didn't surprise him that he could recognize his brethren. He hadn't dreamt of the host and its counterparts in so long, it filled him with a sadness he was all too familiar with. "This isn't real." He said softly. "I'm dreaming."

Raziel lifted the hood from his head, revealing a young man with dark eyes. "You are. But this is very real." He said with a deep voice. "This dreamscape is the only way to communicate with you."

Castiel wanted to sigh as he glanced around his darkened cabin. He probably shouldn't have taken those last two pills. He was in no mood for-

"It is sad to see you this way Castiel." Raziel said with sadness in his voice. "Angel of Thursday. Righteous. Single minded in service to our father. To the righteous man."

Castiel stared at the figure his subconscious had thought up with an impressed arch of his eyebrow. The words hit him like a blow to the gut. He swallowed down the painful lump he felt rising up his throat. "This is interesting to say the least." He glared as he continued. " That Castiel no longer exists."

The Angel of Thrones stared down at his brother. "Yes. He does." He said and reached out with a hand, ignoring Castiel's loud protest.

Pain. All-encompassing burning pain is what Cas felt as the hand touched his chest. As quick as it was there, it was gone, in its place soothing warmth he thought he'd never feel again. It was love. It was peace. It was the surety of faith and light. It was grace.

Raziel's hand fell away and he left Castiel a gasping mess of tears. "We do not have much time." Raziel said very softly.

Castiel slowly sat up as he stared at the Angel with wide eyes. "How?" He asked.

Raziel sat beside his brother and folded his hands in his lap. "Shortly after Lucifer began the destruction of earth, All Angels of the Sixth order set out to find Father of Heaven." Raziel sighed. "To say we were unsuccessful would be an understatement of amazing proportions. We were on this plane for twenty nine days, Scattered about to five corners of the earth. On the thirtieth day our connection to the host was cut off completely." He paused and closed his eyes in obvious pain Castiel was all too familiar with. When he opened them, they were burning red. "It weakened the orders powers considerably We cannot move as we usually was then that we realized that Lucifer had made his move."

Cas shook his head in confusion. "But, I thought everyone had abandoned…" He trailed off. "I felt it. They left. They saw this world was lost and-"

"No." Raziel cut in. "We have found out that Lucifer has a Cambion in his possession."

Castiel's eyes widened in surprise. "Cambion." He whispered. "The cambion is responsible for the host's destruction?"

Raziel shook his head. "The host is not destroyed. It is merely cut off from this plane."

Castiel swallowed this information, feeling a rising hope pushing aside the hopelessness he had been feeling for years. "Raziel. Why…why have you come to me? I am still merely human, a poor excuse for one."

Raziel stared at Castiel with a long penetrating stare before answering. "I have heard the stories of your rescue of the righteous man. I hold the keys to all the secrets and mysteries of this universe. You, castiel, Angel of Thursday, will guide the righteous man in finding the Seven Rays."

Still shrouded in doubt, Castiel shook his head. "I'm not…Dean and I are not what you think we are. We are broken."

Raziel disagreed. "You are chosen." He suddenly stood up. "I must go. This connection is weakening." He leaned down and whispered in Enochian. "Thyne grace exists inside one's heart. His forgiveness, I give unto you."

Raziel straightened and just as the edges of Castiel's vision began to blur, he heard. "I will leave instructions."

8

Castiel's eyes fluttered open and he slowly sat up, feeling sober, raw and an overwhelming sense of hope. Castiel wiped the tears he felt falling down his cheeks and climbed out of bed. He had the sudden overwhelming urge to see Dean. He ran, barefoot into the rain, across the open area toward Dean's cabin. By the time he got there, his hair was plastered to his forehead and his clothes were soaked through. Without bothering to knock, he pushed Dean's door open. "Dean!" He was grabbed from behind and thrown against the wall, a forearm in his throat. His eyes widened and he help up his hands as a knife was suddenly against his cheek. "Dean?" He choked.

Dean stared at Cas, his green eyes wide with anger. He let the former Angel go with a growl. "What the fuck Cas?" He said. "I could've cut your head off for barging in here like that. Don't do that!"

Castiel leaned down as he tried to catch his breath. "We need to talk." He panted. He glanced up at Dean, unsurprised to see him place the knife on the small table along with the other weapons.

Dean sat down in the chair, placed his foot up on the table and looked at Cas expectantly. "So," He said. "Talk."

The half drunken bottle of Jack was the first second thing he noticed after catching his breath; Dean's glassy eyed stare was the second. "You're drunk." He said with surprise. Dean ever rarely let himself get this way anymore.

Dean ignored the comment. "What do you want Cas?" He tilted his head to the side. "And why do you look sober?"

Just as Castiel opened his mouth to answer, Chuck came barreling through the door, his eyes wide and red rimmed that had dean immediately reaching for his gun.

"Chuck?" Cas prompted hesitantly.

Chuck looked from Dean to Cas then back to Dean. "I…I think…I'm pretty sure I had a vision."

TBC