Inspired by the lyric: He’s not the only one who had a secret to hide – left the secret at the grave (Carrie Underwood – Two Black Cadillacs)
“Oh my God.”
“I had to,” Cas’ voice came from somewhere behind him.
Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from the burnt remains of wings that were spread across the floor, what did you do?
“I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t know what else to do.”
The blonde closed his eyes and took in a breath, his heart breaking at the pain in the angel’s voice, “It-it’s okay, Cas.”
“He didn’t give me a choice.”
“Cas, it’s okay,” Dean swallowed thickly as his eyes landed on the face of the body, “You don’t have to explain.”
“Cas,” he turned to face the angel, hoping he was doing a better job of masking how freaked out he was than he felt, “let’s just get you home.”
“Cas, it’s fine,” he closed the small distance between them and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Trust me, okay?”
Cas gave a sheepish nod before allowing himself to be pulled towards the exit, “What are we gonna do?”
Dean let out a breath as he held the door open, “I have no friggin’ idea.”
“Hey, what took you guys-” Sam’s question died on his lips as he took in the expression on Cas’ face, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” Dean came through the door, keeping a guiding hand on Cas’ back as he stood there, eyes not leaving the ground.
“Are you sure?”
Dean held up a hand and shook his head. Sam nodded and shut up, confused eyes not leaving his brother.
Dean rubbed the raven-haired man’s shoulder a bit, “why don’t you go lay down for a while? I’ll come in to check on you in a bit, okay?”
The angel nodded meekly and headed off to his room, eyes not leaving the ground as he passed the younger hunter. Dean starred after him until he heard the door to his bedroom close, then he returned his gaze to his brother.
“Dean, what the hell happened?”
Dean gave his brother a once over, feeling a boulder settle into his stomach, how in the hell am I supposed to tell you?
Sam took a step closer, noticing the look in his brothers’ eye, “are you okay? Did something happen?”
You’d never forgive him…
“He…” the blonde swallowed thickly, feeling the boulder grow, maybe you don’t have to know all of it, “he killed an angel.”
Sam’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair, “he what? How did… what do you – What happened?”
The elder let out a sigh and made his way to the couch, “I don’t know.”
“What?” he followed his brother, “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean, I don’t know,” he flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes, “I walked in after whatever happened, happened and just saw him standing there.” Over his body.
“He didn’t say anything to you?”
“No, Sam, he just stood there looking guilty as hell.”
The younger brother – thankfully – went quiet for a moment. He pulled a stool over to sit in front of the couch, running a hand through his hair. Dean sighed in slight relief, no more questions, please.
“A-are you sure it was an angel?”
Dean held back a snort, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
“Well, maybe… Maybe it wasn’t. It could’ve been someone else.”
“It was an angel, Sammy,” Dean ran a hand down his face, leave it alone, Sam.
“How do you know?”
“Just…” He got up, how the hell am I supposed to tell you? “trust me, I know what a dead angel looks like.”
“It could’ve just been a vessel, or maybe-”
“It was one we knew! Alright?” Dean blinked as the words left his mouth, eyes going wide, shit-shit-shit-shit.
“One we knew?” Sams’ eyebrows knit together, “Who was it?”
The blonde rubbed a hand at the back of his neck in nervousness, swallowing thickly, forgive me.
Sam let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, “Fine, if you won’t tell me who… can you at least tell me why?”
“All he said was that he had to do it.”
“I just…,” Sams’ eyes focused on the hall where Cas disappeared, “I can’t believe he killed an angel and wouldn’t tell us what happened.”
“Yeah, well, he probably,” Dean got up, “he probably just doesn’t know how to explain it. We both know what it’s like to kill someone we didn’t want. It’s messy.” He watched the gears in his brothers’ head turning, don’t over think it. “I should go check on him.”
Sam nodded, still clearly distracted trying to work out what happened, “Yeah, okay.”
Dean eyed his brother, “Maybe you outta head home?”
Sam blinked, coming out of whatever scenario he was imagining and finally looked at his brother, “What?”
“Look man, I’m not gonna lie, you look like shit,” at the snort he continued, “That hunt wiped both of us out. I was just gonna crash anyway, no point in you sticking around if we’re both sleeping.” Please, take the hint and leave.
Sam stood, stretching his back out a bit and stifling a yawn, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He checked his watch, eyes widening, “2:30am? Gabriels’ gotta be worried sick.” Sam started toward the front door, turning around in the doorway, “You’re sure you won’t need me?”
Dean nodded, leaning against the door, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t wanna take care of two babies tonight.”
Sam chuckled and nodded, “Alright, fine. Night.”
“Night,” the blonde closed the door, leaning against it while he breathed out a sigh, shit. He slid down the door, resting his head against it, I’m sorry, Sammy.
His head whipped up in the direction of the bedroom, “Y-yeah, Cas,” he cleared his throat, “I’ll be right there.”
He got up and headed for the hall, scrubbing a hand down his face as he switched gears, he’ll piece it together when he gets home.
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