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A/N: Keep in mind that this was written by two people, and then touched up by me. We took turns, so both of us wrote for each character. I'll try to make it as consistent as possible, but it's midnight, my man. Sorry for any inconsistencies... This is also our first fanfiction together, so bear with us T^T We wrote it on a very loose plot....

AU: Soulmate AU where if Person A gets injured physically, the same injuries show up on Person B

Requested: No

Genre: Angst, but it gets fluffy at the end

Trigger warnings: Torture, but not bad

Summary: Castiel and Dean are soulmates, and have to find out the hard way when Crowley finds it necessary to kidnap the angel and try and torture the location of the boys out of him.

Unanswered Prayers (Destiel)

After being kept in the dark for so long, the dim light of the small room he was being kept in was enough to trigger an intense headache. Castiel squeezed his eyes shut a few times before he was able to take in his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the sudden lighting change. The walls were stained a desaturated yellow, from years of going uncleaned. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed the whiteboard on the wall opposite him. Was this an office building? Or perhaps a school... He didn't have the time to decide, as the door opened abruptly and the room filled with a few figures, and he tilted his head as he recognised the figure closest to him.

"Well, what do we have here...?" Crowley's accented voice rang out. Cas could vaguely remember the smell of chloroform before waking up in this room, and his only clue as to what happened after was that he could feel slight pain in his wrists, arms, and legs. "Castiel, my sweet. Its certainly has been a while, hasn't it." The demon's question was spoken more like a statement. He knelt down in front of the angel, who felt vaunerable when he noticed the binding symbols written on the whiteboard. "Are you finally going to talk?"

"I have nothing to say to you!" Cas spat. "Now, now, Cassy," Crowley clicked his tongue condescendingly, "You know I don't like you keeping secrets from me. You can tell me where the Winchesters are, or I can kill you. Whichever is most convenient for you, I suppose."

Castiel's expression hardened at his words, his jaw clenched. He didn't know what he should do, what to say. If he didn't tell Crowley where they were, he'd probably kill Cas on the spot. They'd definitely try to torture it out of him, as well. But if he did tell... Castiel decided that telling him would be worse; he didn't know his motives, and for all he knew, Crowley could very well be wanting to kill them, too.

Cas knew the boys would be looking for him, so was there any point in telling Crowley? "Last chance, feathers," Crowley held an angel blade to Castiel's neck. "You wouldn't kill me. You dont have any information yet..." He said breathlessly, trying to sound brave. "Ah..." The suited Brit backed away. "Learning from moose and squirrel, I see. You know, your little boyfriend is a bad influence, Castiel."

'Cas, this isn't the time to get flustered..' He thought to himself, struggling to not romanticise on what would happen if Dean WAS interested in him... He craned his neck up to look at the King of Hell, his eyes filled with nothing but hate for him. "Why do you even need to know, anyways?" He spat cynically, "What more could you want with them?"

"Well..." Crowly mused calmly, "maybe, it has to do with the fact that all of you idiots have tried to kill me several times, tried to destroy hell, and you all annoy the shit out of me!" His voice escelated in attitude and loudness as his sentence went on. His screaming wasn't helping Cas' headache... "Now..." Crowley cut deep into Cas's arm, who couldn't help but scream. "Tell me where the Winchesters are!"

=(^._.^)=

"Shitfuck!" Dean gasped in pain and looked at his arm. There was a giant scar...? He didn't understand where it came from... "Sammy! Go check dads journal for anything on unexplained scars." Sam furrowed his brows, before opening the bag he usually carried the journal in. "I'll see if I can figure out where Cas is. Maybe he can help."

In the few hours Sam had been researching and Dean had been trying to reach out to Castiel, several more cuts, bruises, and burns appeared on Dean's skin.

"Huh." Sam chuckled. Dean looked up, annoyed that Sam could laugh in a situation like this. "What is it?"

"Well, it says here that it's either an angry entity trying to mark you, or..." Sam laughed again, before he could continue. "Spit it out, asshat!" Dead growled, frustrated. "Or it's your soulmate. Say they got a bruise on their leg, the same bruise would show up on yours"

"Must be an angry entity, then." Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't have a soulmate." Sam rolled his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that, Dean."

"Why are you rolling your eyes?" Dean asked accusingly. "Oh come on, Dean! What if this has something to do with Cas?" Sam said, a serious look on his face. Dean scowled, not wanting his younger brother to see him hopeful for something like this. "The hell are you implying Sammy!?" Just as he finished his sentence, he felt another sharp pain on his leg, before watching his jeans slowly soak up his blood from underneath.

Dean didn't want to admit it, and it was a horrible thing to think... but he hoped that it did have something to do with Cas... the thought of the angel being his soulmate gave him a rush of excitement in itself. But, this was Dean... "It's not Cas," he scoffed, "it can't be. I mean, an angel and a guy like me? Come on, Sam." Sam shook his head and clicked his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes held... was that sadness Dean detected? "Dean, there are so many things I could tell you about your worth, but there is no time. Jhink about it! It's been how long since Cas last showed up? If it is him, and he's getting deep cuts on his arms..." Dean didn't speak as he grabbed a bag that he keeps packed, in case of emergencies. His jaw clenched, he looked at his brother for a few seconds before leaving the room, finding that no matter how much he prayed in his head, there was no answer. "Cas!" He resorted to yelling, "You need to get your feathery ass over here! It's important!" He stood in the hallway, panic rising when Cas still didn't show up.

"Sam! Hurry up and see if you can track the GPS in his cell pho- SHIT!" He cut off hus sentence as another strong pain arised in his jaw, a purple bruise quickly forming has he spat blood on the floor.

=(^._.^)=

Cas swallowed the blood that flowed into his mouth from his ripped up cheek; Crowley had sicked one of his "munchkins", as Dean called them, on him. Let's just say that steel-toed boots don't agree with high speeds and faces.

"I'm not revealing their location." He scowled, nostrils flaring as he was forced to ignore Dean's prayers, the symbols drawn on the whiteboard preventing him from teleporting to his side, as he so badly wanted to.

"Well, that's just going to make my job more difficut, Cassie. You know this hurts me more that it hurts you." Cas was punched again, this time, on the other side of his jaw. 'Dean...' he thought to himself, 'I need Dean...' Cas tried to push the thoughts back, but the more prayers he got from his hunter, the more the thought that they weren't safe was embedded into his mind.

"Crowley..." Castiel said in a defeated tone, "There is no point In holding me hostage like this. I will not tell you Sam and Deans location." Cas didn't want to fight anymore, but he knew he had to. He had to fight it for Dean. "Well that's just too bad, Castiel. You said it yourself: I'm not letting you go until I get what I want." Cas let his head hang; he had never felt more pathetic. "If you're going to kill me, then kill me..." The angel said, fighting back tears. "But I will not let my friends get hurt due to my reckless actions."

Dean groaned again, plopping in the passenger seat of the Impala, rubbing his jaw. "Sam! Hurry your ass up!" He yelled, as his brother decided, fuck it, I'll leave the door unlocked. Sam slid into the driver's seat of Dean's 'baby', before speeding away, the green dot on the GPS not landing too terribly far from where they were.

"Why's he at an elementary school?" Sam questioned, as he looked at Dean, who was currently examining his face in the rear-view mirror. "Fuck if I know," his face scrunched up with worry and confusion that he wouldn't admit vocally, "but it doesn't smell good. Especially when I'm getting random injuries." Sam shook his head and snorted sarcastically, "Tell me about it. Do you want to know more about that soulmate stuff?" He asked, hopefully lightening the mood. "Amuse me." Dean said emotionlessly, his cheek feeling like a raw potato. "So get this; apparently, not everyone has a soulmate. Your other half has to compliment your personality. You know, person A keeps person B calm, stuff like that. Which means not everyone has a perfect compliment, I guess."

"Cas, if you're listening... I want you to know we tracked your cellphone. We think you're in trouble... Hang in there, buddy." Dean prayed to him again, complete ignoring his brother's information. "Hey, what's our, uh.. ETA?" He asked his moos- I mean brother. "It should be about five minutes. He'll be fine, I promise."

"I know." Dean stated, trying not to to show the worry in his voice. "Even if he does get hurt like this, he can use his angel mojo magic to fix it."

"You mean his Grace?"

"Yeah, whatever."

=(^._.^)=

"Well, looks like your boyfriend isn't planning on showing up to the party. That's too bad. We were just going start to have fun!" Crowley left a cut on Cas's stomach, seemingly just enjoying himself now, as he knew the angel wouldn't say anything.

Just as cas was about to let out a yelp of pain, he heard yelling outside the door. Was that Sam...? A strong leg kicked down the door, as Dean growled. "Don't you fucking take a step, Crowley."

"Oh look, it's Rocky and Bullwinkle. Glad you could make it." Crowley mused. It didn't take long for Dean to make it from the door to Crowley. Getting close to him felt like getting close to Hitler; that son of a bitch deserves to pay, and he had the tools to make him. Dean immediately shoved Crowley against the whiteboard, smudging the symbols drawn on them. "Calm down, lover b-"

"Calm down?" Dean yelled, "You want me to calm down?!" He loosened his grip on Crowley a bit, before slamming him into the whiteboard again, harder this time. He pulled out his gun and pressed it up to Crowley's stomach. "You know very well that your silly gun won't kill me."

"No," he tilted his head, leaning in," but it'll hurt like a bitch." He told him, before imbedding two bullets in the demon's abdomen.

Crowley let out a pained grunt, as Sam ran over and untied his friend. "Sammy! Take Cas home. I'm not finished with douchebag, here." Dean said, not taking his eyes off the weak king, as he let him drop to the floor. "This isn't going to stop me Dean! You know I can make you pay for what you've done! I've got more time on my hands than you!"

"Thats funny," Dean chuckled darkly, "because I don't think you're gonna be able to find us for a while." With some Latin, Dean was able to send Crowley and his restrained men back to where they came from. After it was all over, Dean walked back to the bunker. He didn't bother calling Sam. He needed time to think. "Lover boy..." he muttered to himself. "Cas is just a friend." Dean tried to convince himself of this, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the butterflies in his stomach. When reached the bunker, he hesitated to walk in. He wasn't sure what to do.

Inside, Cas sat next to Sam, trying to gather up his words; Dean hadn't come back to the bunker yet, but Cas was sure of what he saw. "Sam." The aforementioned swung his head around to look at the angel, who hadn't healed yet. He hummed a noise, wordlessly asking what was up. "I'm guessing that you're wondering why I haven't healed myself yet... and I will admit the reason why if you'll give me advice." Sam flashed a knowing smile, leaning forward in his seat. "Go on...?"

"I could have sworn that when Dean walked in, he had identical injuries to mine... Are you familiar with the soulmate phenomenon?"

"Are you asking me if you and Dean have such complimenting personalities that you're spiritually connected?"

"If... if that is the way you would prefer to phrase it."

Sam put the book he was reading down, and turned to face the angel completely. "Yeah. I honestly think that you're perfect for each other. And yes, he felt like he was decked in the face three times." Castiel looked down at his hands, smiling to himself.

Cas thought of all the things he wanted to say to Dean. About how much he loved him. Suddenly, they both heard the bunker door open and slam shut. "Cas. We need to talk." Sam took that as his que to leave, but before he did, he gave cas a thumbs up. "Let me see your arm." Dean commanded, his voice strong but his face telling a different story. Dean took his angel's arm and set it by his. They had the same exact scar. He looked at Castiel's jaw. Same bruises. "Cas, I..."

"Dean, I already know. Sam and I... We already discussed this."

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it, as he was lost for words. Luckily, Cas had been formulating a plan since he saw Dean walk in with those injuries.

Cas looked up into Dean's eyes, the same stoic expression on his face... but Dean saw something different in it. His eyes held an emotion that Dean couldn't read. Cas stood on the tips of his toes and leaned close to Dean's face, before whispering something in Enochian and planting a soft kiss on Dean's jaw, where the bruise was the darkest and the swelling was at it's peak.

Dean stuttered, stumbled over nonsense words. Cas smiled at him with adoration, seeing his face now healed as he ran his hand down Dean's now blood-free forearm.

"C-Cas, I-"

"I think you're perfect. In every way. I don't care if you don't think you're enough, or if you feel that you can't trust anyone other than yourself. You're more of an angel in my eyes than I am in everyone else's. I understand if you don't feel the same, but I'd like to inform you that when you're near, my stomach feels like a beehive with all the business of feeling you give me. I-"

The angel was cut off with a quick kiss on the lips from the hunter in front of him. "I think you're great too, honeybear."

Dean found something he thought he would never again. Not after Lisa. He looked at Cas and saw the person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, the person he knew would accept him no matter what. That's what he's always seen. He would do any thing to protect Castiel. This was it. This... This was love. His train of thought was cut off by Cas wrapping his arms around Dean's neck to pull him closer, passionately kissing him. Cas has been waiting to do this ever since he had pulled Dean from his damnation. Dean was surprised at first, but melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. This wasn't just some fling, or a one night stand. This was real, and it was more than Dean thought he deserved.

Cas cared about him more than anyone ever did, and he didn't want to lose the one thing that made his life worth living. They pulled away when the need for air became too high. "Dean..." The angel said softly, looking up at Dean with the sweetest expression. "You will always be important. Dean I..." He sighed, "I thi- I know that I love you."

For the first time since Dean could remember, his emotions overwhelmed him so much that it effected him physically. He let his head fall for his forehead to touch his angel's tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. 'Castiel: my angel, my love...' he thought, 'I could get used to that.'

"I think that counted as a prayer." Cas smiled widely, his gaze landing on Dean's feet as he intertwined his fingers with his soulmate's. "Well shit," Dean chuckled, "now I just sound clingy."

"I'm fine with that, Dean," he whispered, "I'll come when you call. And if I don't, I know you will save me, too." They both snapped their head to the direction of the doorway, when they heard one certain flannel-wearing sasquatch clear his throat loudly. The quickly pushed away from each other, when they finally realised how red their faces had become. "No, don't let me stop you. It's not like I heard anything you guys just said." Dean was blushing profusely. Cas tilted his head, "Dean and I were just..."

"I know Cas. I'm leaving anyways. Dean, I'm taking the car. I'll be at the library doing reserch on how we can deal with Crowley." Immediately after the door closed, Dean tackled Cas to the couch. "I love you, my angel."

"I love you too, my hunter..."

A/N: They say that they never separated again, the cheesiness made them stick together and now they hunt conjoined at the hip

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