trans_9 | Swords for Hunters. [Open] (Warning for language because Hunters)

Training was coming along. Also the house they were living in, but it still needed more repairs. That Xander guy was a big help, even if Dean didn't care for how the guy would sometimes stare at his brother too long. It was weird, and he'd be apologetic about it as he'd get back to work. But it's weird. All the one eyed guy would say would be how he knew the other Sam and they worked together against the Yeerk. The very idea of his brother being possessed again by something evil... that was worse, and reminded him too much of the possible futures he kept hearing or seeing. Sam saying yes. Like he was always going to bend over to Lucifer for one reason or another. And Dean had to allow it. Just sit back like some useless bitch while everything falls. Well hell with that, hell with the damn future for that matter. He hoped Adam was in the pods perhaps, and maybe his old man. At very least Mikey can't have them take his place.

Or you can accept your destiny, Dean.

Crap, he could do without the background commentary. He needed a drink or something to fight. He was half hoping Vader would show up somewhere so he could go kick his Sith ass. Be better than contemplating how much his future will suck if they get their world back. Eh, screw it, he needed to practice or something. He checked the time. Hunter class was yesterday, so he was free and clear there. He hated using the Sensoriums but it did work for training purposes. Like the hunting sim he rigged up a few times.

Now, time for something different. Cas was probably poking around the hydroponics. As long as he was just growing herbs and weed and not trying to partake anything narcotic, it seemed like a good idea. Gave him something else to do. Just like what Dean was doing. Keep moving, keep busy. Fight and bury the thoughts down in the hole.

Today's practice didn't involve a gun though. It involved a longsword. His old man gave them some pointers about bladed weapons, and an overview just in case. But most of their battles involved guns and bigger weapons. Still, better to be diverse as possible.

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"Mm." Cas sighed, letting his eyes slide halfway shut. Dean's hand on his shoulder was surprisingly relaxing. "I know," he said, as he looked down at the ground in front of them. He sighed and brought a hand up to rub his face. "I know ..."

It was turning into a massage of sorts, even though Dean was still focused on Cas's face. He stepped closer to him, and remarked, "So you don't have to leave it all behind. Just got bigger uglies to go up against."

Even though he could remember how the Ohm shredded some of the angels and the demons, flashes of white light and fire sparking out like brief fireworks. And how much worse it was for the humans.

Cas' eyes opened back up, and he looked up at Dean's face. "As long as you don't leave," he said. "Not by saying yes, or by anything else ..."

Now Dean was glancing away.

"Really trying not to, man. But this rings idea and Sammy..." He can't let his brother go down there. Not at all, or not alone.

...What if they send them both in? Neither brothers would be alone then. He was surprised at the thought, but it was a possibility.

It seemed like they were going to have this argument forever, and never get anywhere. Cas' jaw tightened, and he turned, moving away from Dean so that Dean's hand slid off his shoulder. He didn't reply. What was there for him to say that he hadn't already said?

Because Dean's head just that thick.

"Look if there was someway to keep my brother safe, the world safe, AND not say yes, I'd do it. But the way you were talking about it... I know I can't change the past, but what about that future? I want to think that other hasn't happened since Sammy and I are still together, but you still turned human anyway. And I..." He didn't want to be that cold shell of a man, but he was seeing how he could become him so easily. "I'm gonna turn into a bigger dick than any of your siblings at this rate."

"Dean-" Cas sighed as he stared down at his feet. "I learned the hard way ... you can't have everything. You have to choose what is really important to you."

He sighed again and turned away. "I already made my choice," he said, his voice coming back over his shoulder. "Whether I live to regret it is unknown yet."

Dean glanced up, and remarked, "I know what's important." Family, friendship, loyalty, love.

"Just as I know I can't hold on to it." For whatever reason the Nightmare King didn't have enough time to tap into that. His fear of ending up all alone. Of being left behind. And that looked like it was in his future.

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