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overstreets and I have been talking, and we've decided that we really seriously love you guys and that you're awesome. We've hardly had to ask ANYONE to spoiler-cut posts they're making, and from the point of view of a completely paranoid spoilerphobe who recently took almost every single comm off her friends list but kept this one on, this is a REALLY REALLY GREAT THING. :D We haven't even had to REMIND you!Anyhoo the point behind this post is:
That's right, we're having a CASTIEL COMMENT FIC MEME!
Rules:
1) Leave a comment here with a prompt involving Castiel. Or Misha. RPS is welcome here as well as angel fic! Your prompt must involve Castiel or Misha in some way.
2) ANY pairing, any genre you want. Want to read a gen AU in which Castiel is Dean's guidance counsellor? A smutty Castiel/Uriel/Anna romp? Castiel/Lucifer? Jared/Jensen/Misha BFF fic? Misha getting double-teamed by Jim Beaver and Eric Kripke? Leave it in a comment, and someone might write it!
3) On that note, no being mean about other people's requests!
4) Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write it in reply to the comment. There is NO LIMIT to how many people can reply to one comment. You can even reply to your own if you want. Then go and read other people's comments!
5) PIMP!!! Here is a handy-dandy text box you can copy/paste into your own journal for pimping.
6) And finally: NO SPOILERS FOR FUTURE EPISODES. Which means, yes you CAN write fic based on all episodes which have currently aired. This means that if you haven't seen last night's, you might want to steer clear of this post until you do!
THE FICS:
justabi wrote Anna/Castiel - Anna leaves him the choice but that doesn't mean she can't help him a little with showing him what fun he misses.annella wrote Sam/Dean/Castiel - hurt/comfort of any kindimpalalove wrote Dean/Cas hurt/comfort with wings.justabi wrote Lucifer/Castiel. An even more screwed-up pair of brothers.annella wrote Castiel the big giant virgin trying to make it with so-totally-not-a-virgin Dean.earthquakedream wrote Jared/Misha, I can't have the one I want, so I'll have you insteadmariana_oconnor wrote AU, Castiel is fighting on the battlefield with Dean at his side against the armies of hell.earthquakedream wrote Jared, Jensen and Misha; Misha just got back from his first convention.bekkis wrote Jared/Misha - Jared has a secret crushearthquakedream wrote J2 from Misha's perspectiveambiguous_opal wrote Castiel/Sam, post-4x16, both trying to comfort the other.maxinegray wrote Castiel comforting Dean after the end of last nights episode.aesc wrote AU, Castiel as a PIearthquakedream wrote Jensen/Misha, post 4.16demdiff wrote Castiel apologises to Deanhey_trinket wrote Castiel and Tessa - having a conversation about Dean.noveltea wrote Castiel/Dean- realizations in the rain, possibly them fighting?demdiff wrote Castiel watches over Dean while Dean is peacefully sleeping. hey_trinket wrote Castiel/Alistair - fighting over Deanstorm_light wrote Angsty one-sided Castiel/Dean. earthquakedream wrote Dean/Castiel. Nightmares, possibly seeing the other die or just having Dean have a nightmare. unreckless wrote AU, Castiel as Dean's psychologist.earthquakedream wrote Matchmaker!Misha, setting up Jared and Jensen because he can see how in love with each other they are.earthquakedream wrote Dean/Castiel in a libraryosmalic wrote Ruby/Castiel. Somehow they balance each other out.pyrebi wrote Dean is stuck babysitting Castiel's dorky vessel when Castiel is needed in heaven.i_want_2 wrote Dean is stuck babysitting Castiel's dorky vessel when Castiel is needed in heaven.![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/user_ontd.gif?v=92.2){kind=small}
darksilvercat wrote Castiel/Mishaland - Castiel gets sucked into the magical world of the internetshadowofcastiel wrote Dean and Sam return to their motel room to find Castiel and the rest of his garrison of angels inside awaiting ordersbekkis wrote Castiel being the first angel to reach Dean in hell.justabi wrote Sam/Castiel, bonus if it's because at least one of them is really pining for Dean.impalalove wrote Dean/Castiel slashy tie!porn... because Dean needs to make use of that tie, and Castiel needs to be yankedmoonlettuce wrote Dean/Castiel slashy tie!porn... because Dean needs to make use of that tie, and Castiel needs to be yankedradiophile wrote Dean/Castiel - Angels are soulless messengers created for a specific purpose and cease to exist when their job is done. How Dean and Cas deal with that.archer_of_fate wrote Dean prays for Castiel.justabi wrote Misha/Jensen. Misha hates Castiel’s trench coat but Jensen thinks Misha’s sexy in it. After a long night of filming, Jensen shows how much he loves Misha in the trench coat.bekkis wrote Jensen/Misha/Jared - body shots and drunken fun 
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Misha dealing with his character arc; it's stressing him out and he goes to Jared and Jensen for tips.
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“You’re not alone Dean Winchester.” The words are meant to be comforting, supportive, and uplifting but they are received with disdain.
“Well you’ve done one hell of a job helping so far.” Dean gestures angrily to the hospital bed he lays in.
Castiel tilts his head, eyes roaming over Dean’s numerous cuts and bruises received from Alistair’s attack. He rises from his seat, and places a hand on Dean’s shoulder, on the exact part where he knows that underneath the hospital gown is the imprint of his hand. The one Castiel bestowed onto Dean when he was pulled from the depths of Perdition.
Focusing on his powers given to him by God, Castiel channels it through their physical connection, a soft, glowing light filling the dreary hospital room.
The light fades and Castiel pulls his hand away, and resumes sitting in the chair. Dean gasps as the scars begin to vanish, his body healing at a rapid rate till not a trace of his beating with Alistair remains.
“Things are different now,” Castiel says calmly, “I do not know what will be done with the rest of the angels now that Uriel’s betrayal has been found out. But that does not mean I am going to leave you to do this on your own.”
Dean’s eyes bore into Castiel as he begins to understand the sacrifice Castiel is offering to him. At how far Cas is willing to go to help him.
He struggles to remove with the now useless hospital equipment, then moves off the bed, and begins dressing in jeans and a shirt laid out on a chair for him.
Castiel comes to stand beside him.
There are no more words needed. They both understand that they cannot give up now, that this is just the start of what may be the end.
The Apocalypse may start any day, it may even start tomorrow but they will not leave each other to face it alone. They are in this together from start to end.
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There's this emotion coming out of Cas' eyes. It's that kind of emotion he sees on Sammy's eyes every once in a while when one of their cases hits them hard. For a second there, Dean's not quite sure what to do, because angels, while he's been around them for a while now-- are still a completely new field to him. There are still some things he's surprised over, and honestly, he's still not a big fan of Uriel. There's definitely some mutual distrust out of them, that's for sure.
But it isn't more than three seconds after that moment of hesitation that Dean wraps his arms around Castiel's body, hugging him tightly. It's the kind of hug that close friends and family have given him at his complete worst, just when he really needed the support. He still remembers the last hug his mother gave him all those years ago. It's that kind of hug you'll never forget. Dean's definitely not a fan of these chick-flick moments-- and he'll deny that this hug happened until he dies again.
Castiel's face is resting on Dean's shoulder, not having another place to rest. There's no space between the two of them, by Dean pressing his body closer to the angelic being, offering comfort and warmth in the ways that only he can. But Dean's been paying attention to Castiel more than Sam thinks. He notices when Castiel has been having a bad day, through his rather unique habits, at lack of a better word. His face is darker and more downcast and his eyes tell so much more than he intends to. Lately, he's been having more bad days. Things definitely aren't going well. Then, of course, his emotions show on his wings, as they look startled and look poised to act. They are, after all, only an extension to his being, even if they aren't visible.
All Dean does is just hug tighter, not letting Castiel able to make any movement, as Castiel isn't quite sure how to react. "It's called a hug, Cas," he says. "It's one of those human things we do."
Castiel hesitantly hugs Dean back after an awkward moment, closing his eyes briefly, just momentarily escaping from the task that He has assigned Castiel to.
It's only a brief escape from reality that he can offer his saviour, and he thinks Castiel appreciates it from the relaxed expression on his face.
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Jurisdiction
I don't think this is exactly what you had in mind, but this is what the prompt made me think of. >.<The garrison spread out, each taking on a slew of demons cringing from salvation like the damnable creatures they were. And the most damned of them all would rise again if they failed in this. Uriel was in his element, picking off demon scum like they were still in the meat suits he despised so much, but Castiel had one clear goal in mind and that was Dean Winchester.
He hadn't been told very much about Dean Winchester. As a matter of fact, he knew nothing of him save for the fact that he was to be rescued from the pit. It was the first time such a request had ever been made and it was sure to cause a ripple of confusion among the other lost souls with no hope for redemption. They would question, too late, if there was something they could have done so that they themselves may have been saved.
Alistair appeared before him in a blaze of black smoke, formless yet still defiant. "You're a long way from home, angel."
Beyond him lay the rack where Dean Winchester stood torturing soul after soul, unaware that his time in this haven for the wicked was over (again, too late). Castiel had no time to waste.
"Give me Dean Winchester."
"You have no jurisdiction here," Alistair began to laugh. "And, even so, it's too late. The seal has already been--"
"It's not too late for him."
Castiel launched himself forward, grappling with Alistair for the prize of Dean Winchester. For it is written that when an innocent man sheds blood in hell and Castiel would not allow this innocent man to suffer for another minute. He had his orders.
Alistair tried to claw at his limbs, but Castiel overwhelmed him with the burning light of his grace, ripping him apart from the inside out. The smoke dispersed in all directions, but Castiel didn't bother to wait for it to reform.
He gripped Dean Winchester by the arm and pulled him up, up, up, back into his body, back into the land of the living, back where he belonged. The war had begun.
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Dean's out of hospital a few days later, refusing to stay any longer despite what the doctors say. Sam helps him into the Impala, drives them to the nearest motel, helps Dean into the room and tells him to lie down while Sam goes to get dinner.
He comes back to find Dean sitting on the end of the bed, looking like he's about to leave. Castiel's with him, frowning, looking more worried than Sam's ever seen him.
"What the hell?" Sam asks, suddenly angry. Dean's barely said a word to him since he woke up, and he knows it's something to do with Castiel.
"I'm trying to help him," Castiel says, sounding broken and sad. It's such a shift from his usual calm monotone that Sam believes him, believes he's really trying to help.
"I can't do it," Dean whispers. "You can't make me, you can't."
Sam goes to sit behind him on the bed, pressing his body up against Dean's, wrapping his arms and legs around his brother. "Do what?" he whispers. It's been months since he felt like he could get this close to Dean without being pushed away, and it's a testament to how much Dean needs him right now that he doesn't stand up, shove Sam off him.
Through gentle coercion, through Castiel's plain talking and simple desire to help, through Sam's arms around Dean, hand pressed against his heart, the story is drawn out of him, and Sam wants to cry, wants to curl up in a ball and die at the thought of the weight on his brother, on them both. He tugs Dean until he's lying on the bed, his boots still on, and pulls him tight against his chest, holding him like he's a small boy while Dean cries against his shoulder.
They're almost asleep when Castiel joins them, lying against Dean's back, him and Sam cradling Dean in warmth and support.
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Uhh, close enough?
The first time Jared sees Misha, he just thinks, huh, pretty.The first time Jared has to actually act with Misha, touch his hand and look into those eyes, and Jared can't get his line out. Misha just smiles and starts over, and Jared just kind of flushes. He's got a freakin crush, and Jared feels young and kind of stupid.
Misha sits with Jared at lunch, talks about working in DC and the upcoming election, and Jared just sits there, staring into Misha's eyes and feeling thirteen years old and dumb. Misha's just babbling on, and Jared just listens to him talk, feeling the rumble of Misha's voice in his chest. Later on, Jensen asks him what they talked about, and Jared just blinks and mumbles something about Barack Obama, because he really doesn't remember, just thinks of Misha's eyes and warm hand on his arm.
Jared finds reasons to be on set when Misha is, even if it means pretending to mix his and Jensen's schedules up and hanging around set waiting for Jensen to finish. He's just an awesome friend, and he really cares about the environment and saving on gas money. Misha just grins and asks Jared about the last book he read.
So Jared has a stupid crush. Misha's just. He's really pretty. The eyes, his crazy hair, that stupid trenchcoat, and Jared just wants.
Jensen invites Misha out to have drinks with them one night, and Jared spends too much time in front of his mirror, and Jensen just raises an eyebrow at him and smirks.
"Shut up." Jared says, and Jensen shrugs.
"Whatever, I don't judge." Jensen says, and punches Jared's arm. Later on, Jensen just keeps buying shots for Misha and Jared, and disappears halfway through the night and well. Jared can't help himself, hangs all over Misha and gets so drunk he doesn't remember how he gets home.
He just knows that when he wakes up the next morning, head pounding and mouth dry, Misha's not next to him in bed. Jared stumbles downstairs for coffee, and there's Misha, on the couch with Jensen's favorite blanket pulled over his face, snoring loudly. Jared pouts and stumbles back to bed.
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Hope you like it! I tried..
"What do you want? Any more hoops you want me to jump through?!" Dean growled after peering Castiel appear in the middle of his motel room.He was just packing up to set off on another seal the angels had him protecting. Dean was becoming sick of all this angel business. He was only doing it so they would back off of Sammy, and at this point he just wanted to know if his little brother was okay, wherever he was. He turned around see Castiel standing a foot from his person.
"Dean-" Castiel sighed out.
"No, Cas!" Dean roughly cut him off, "Just leave me alone!" He proceeded to prove his anger by shoving the angel against the motel wall. Castiel's face remained passive with a tint of... sadness? Guilt? Dean was too frustrated to care.
"Dean.." He tried to say once more.
"What!" Dean yelled in his face, gripping Cas' trench coat tighter.
'His stupid trench coat, his stupid tie, his stupid... everything!' Dean thoughts of rage had no point or reason, but it made him feel better.
"I'm sorry Dean, for everything."
Those words untangled the fury coiled in his heart, and, with a quiet sound of air and feathers, Dean was left holding nothing but air. He was scolding himself as his eyes watered up. Dean- "No Chick- Flick moments" -Winchester would never cry over one apology from a holier-than-thou, righteous, hopelessly caring angel.
He wiped his eyes and sat on his bed slumped over, his elbows on his knees.
"I forgive you, Cas"
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"I see you are vain as ever." Castiel nods to indicate the vessel his brother has chosen.
"Yes," Lucifer smiles, spreading his borrowed arms. "This vessel holds nothing of my true beauty, but it will do."
Castiel does not deny it. Lucifer tells nothing but the truth. Though Castiel has ached to touch Dean's body, has watched Dean's body with a prurient eye, it holds nothing of his brother's former beauty. But Lucifer's beauty is a lie in the way his words never are. Partial truth is far more effective, far more seductive than any outright lie could ever be. Lucifer's beauty was ever a lure to sin.
"Did you miss me, brother?" Lucifer asks, gracing him with a leer Dean never graced him with.
Though he might wish to, Castiel does not lie. "You know that I did, just as you know that for all that I did, I never wished you back."
And then suddenly Dean's body presses Cas against the wall, kisses him the way that Cas has desired since before he knew how to desire, and Cas kisses back. Lucifer rips his mouth away and snarls, "Liar," before giving Castiel his sin again.
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This is why he went suffered through med school, through his internship and residency. This is why he's counseled rich white girls who won't eat and old men who won't let go and alcoholics and attempted suicides. This is the kind of case you sit in your Intro to Psych class and dream about, exploring the psychopathology of a guy like this.
The guy is endlessly fascinating. He grew up in a series of foster homes, then group homes when he became too much to handle, and by the time he was getting caught smoking or having sex on junior high school property he'd been through nine caseworkers. His file was an inch and three-quarters thick.
Castiel exchanges barely four sentences with the guy before he's got an idea of what's going on in that not bad-looking head, and he wonders how this Winchester case has been so spectacularly mishandled.
"Sorry, Castiel," Anna had said when she handed him the file, "but you're kind of the low man on the totem pole, you know? Parker threatened to hang himself if he had to be on this case one second longer, and I can't put Uriel on this one."
"Why not?" Castiel had asked, flipping open the folder. When he looked up again, Anna was across the room, standing in the doorway to her office. They nodded to each other. This was exactly the kind of guy who got right under Uriel's skin and festered, and Uriel was exactly the kind of guy this Winchester character liked to piss off.
Above average intelligence, the reports read. Excellent at solving problems. Antisocial personality disorder.
One report, from when Winchester was sixteen years and five months old, simply said Scary. It recommended institutionalization.
Castiel loves a challenge.
"So tell me about your parents, Dean," Castiel says to the man on the other side of the table.
Winchester says nothing, just keeps picking at his cuticles. They're all ragged, a few of them bloody. He stares at the wall a lot. Sometimes he tugs at the collar of his shirt.
And sometimes he talks.
Castiel expects to be able to tell when he's lying eventually. They've got a long time to get to know each other, at least.
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How about Dean/Castiel in a library?
Any Castiel-Wee!Chesters interactions would be charming.
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"This is against the law, y'know," Dean murmurs and bites along Castiel's jaw. "Public indecency." He presses his thigh up between Castiel's legs. He's hard.
"I...I can bring us...somewhere more private, Dean, if that's...what you're saying." Castiel's breath is ragged and Dean approves.
"Nah, just letting you know," he says, then slides to his knees. "But you hafta be quiet, okay?"
Castiel just stares at him, while Dean undoes those stupid suit pants and pulls Castiel's dick out and sucks at the head.
Somehow, Castiel manages to stay quiet. They go back to the computers, rumpled and flushed, Castiel looking dazed and Dean with a huge grin.
Sam frowns at both of them. "Did you grab the book I asked for?"
Dean just laughs.
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I just want Cas to kick some butt for once instead of getting his butt kicked. XD.
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On this plain, unhindered by the physical restraints of his human form, he is not blundering in the dark. He does not rely on flesh against flesh, clumsy punches and drawing blood. Everywhere his gaze falls demons die screaming. Their cries echo in his ears as he extends his wings.
Of course, there are those who do not fall – the more powerful, the true demons, as opposed to those who were turned by the pit. Everything has a beginning, but even as they crawl towards him, the old ones, the strong ones, he does not fear them.
By his side, wielding a sword gained through blood and tears, Dean Winchester stands. Castiel takes care of the small fry, the insignificant majority and leaves him to dispose of those which need a little more work.
A ray of demonic light, hard and cold, rushes towards them, and he furls his wings around the pair of them, feeling Dean lean in to him.
“How many left do you think?” he asks. Castiel considers it carefully for a moment.
“They will keep coming,” he says, calm and still, as always. There is no darkness, despite their shelter, Castiel’s grace glows enough to illuminate the pair of them, and he can clearly see the almost feral grin on Dean’s face.
“Let them come,” he murmurs.
So Castiel unfurls his wings once more, and they stride on together. He extends his arm forward and the sea of demons parts before them.
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Dean stares at him. "That's the best you got?"
"It is insufficient?"
"How about, oh, I dunno, 'you're hot' and 'I think you're awesome' instead of all that shit?"
Castiel frowns. "Courtship is a mystery to me."
"Let's skip straight to business, then," Dean says, striding towards Castiel, who backs away without even thinking about it, ending up against the wall. Dean moves right into his space and plants his hands on the wall on either side of Castiel's face.
"What are you intending to do?" Castiel asks quietly, nervously. He knows about sex, of course, he's not ignorant. He's just never thought of it in reference to having it.
"Gonna strip you naked," Dean breathes, nuzzling Castiel's neck. It sends a surprising shiver through his body, and he inhales sharply. "Then I'm gonna lick you all over until you're begging for my mouth on your dick. Then, after I've sucked you 'til you're screaming, I'll turn you around and shove my tongue up your ass."
"Is that even possible?" Castiel gasps, his body reacting to Dean's words even though his mind remains calm, analytical.
"That's not even the best part," Dean murmurs, and slides a hand down Castiel's pants to take hold of his cock. "Then, I'm gonna put my dick up your ass, gonna fuck you until you come all over the wall in front of you."
Something goes twang in Castiel's brain. He reaches out and grasps Dean's hips, pulling him flush against him, and tilts his head up for his first kiss. "What are you waiting for then?" he asks.
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Castiel dealing with the fact he is falling for Dean, even though he knows he'll never have him, because no matter what Dean will always love Sam.
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"It wasn't...unpleasant," Misha says slowly.
Jared grins. "Hah. What was the worse question they asked?"
Misha ducks his head slightly. "Well...I probably made an ass of myself...unintentional innuendos found their way into my answers, and some of my other answers were misconstrued..."
Jensen laughs. "Oh, man, you really ain't seen nothing yet. This one was small compared to some of the shit we've done. The real crazies come out during the big conventions."
Jared nudges Jensen. "Remember Asylum, that chick who jumped on you?"
Jensen shudders. "Don't remind me, asshole. Christ." He rubs a hand over his face. "That sucked."
Misha blinks slowly. "I'm going to Asylum. Someone jumped on you?"
"Oh, yeah, from a few feet up. The girl jumped right on top of him and security pulled her off. Jensen tried to run from her but she chased him. Fuckin' psycho."
Jensen's blushing. Misha's not sure whether to laugh or be terrified. "Jared, shut up."
"Uh..." Misha says.
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"If you quote a poem at me I'll throw up on you," Jared warns him. Misha shakes his head.
"No. I understand unrequited love, Jared. Better than you think."
"Oh yeah?" Jared asks. He looks back at Jensen, then grins at Misha. It's only half real. "Then you'll understand by sudden need to get absolutely wasted."
Misha grins back. Jared thinks his is just as false as Jared's, but he follows him into the kitchen.
They end up doing tequila shots, which devolve into sloppy body shots, which leads to them stumbling into Jared's room upstairs, drunk and messy, pulling at each other's clothes as they fall onto the bed.
Misha's got a nice mouth and he's amazing at blow jobs - sucks him wet and hard, spit dripping down Jared's balls, but Jared pulls him off before he comes. Misha moves up and straddles him, finds Jared's lube and a condom and makes Jared roll the condom on while he stretches himself.
When Misha rides him, Jared's loud enough to make sure Jensen hears him. Misha doesn't stay quiet either - he shouts Jared's name when he comes and it's so fucking hot, Misha's thighs spread over his, his tight ass squeezing so hard around Jared's dick, that Jared can't hold back and comes right after him. He calls Misha's name right back at him.
In the morning, Misha plays with Jared's dogs in the backyard and Jared watches him, drinking his coffee and nursing his hangover. He can feel eyes on him and looks over his should to see Jensen watching him, eyes narrowed, contemplating. Jared just grins back.
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He catches Jensen coming out of the make up trailer, the neck brace and fake bruises removed. Misha's been out of costume for an hour already.
"Hi," he says, then bites his lip, feeling like a tool. He presses on anyways. "Would you...do you wanna get a drink, maybe?"
Jensen tilts his head a little, then grins. "Sure, yeah. That sounds good."
Jared's already left with his girlfriend, so they take a cab to Jensen's favorite bar. It's not too far from the set and it's a small, calm place. Jensen grabs them a table and orders two beers.
"So," Misha says awkwardly. "It's...cold outside."
Jensen smirks at him. "Yeah. It's Vancouver. In the winter."
Misha looks down and shakes his head. "Sorry, I'm just..."
Jensen's feet nudge at Misha's under the table. "Shut it. It's okay. Really."
He looks back up. "How do you do it? Get rid of your character when you're done shooting?"
Jensen shrugs. "Most of the time, I can't. Especially after episodes like these. When we did the one where Sam died, I was a wreck for days. Jared's the one you should be asking. But I think his theory is just beer and sugar, so I wouldn't suggest that."
Misha laughs. "I dunno, it sounds fun." He grins at Jensen, who's grinning right back, eyes crinkling at the corners. Misha doesn't think he's ever wanted to kiss someone so bad in his life.
Thankfully, Jensen doesn't let him think. He leans over and makes the decision for him, kissing Misha soft and gentle. Misha kisses him back.
"Mm," Jensen sighs as he pulls away. "Of course, sex helps too."
Misha's face hurts, he's grinning so wide. "I'm very willing to test out that theory."
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"So many times I've come for that kid... and every single time, he slips straight out of my fingers. The one that got away." Death appears behind him with all the silence of an angel, her arms crossed, her head tilted. "He'll get away from you, too, if you don't hold on to him."
Dean has been having nightmares again, is only sleeping peacefully now because Castiel has willed it so. Castiel is sitting on the edge of Sam's empty bed, watching, observing, trying and failing not to be fascinated by the endlessly complex mystery that is Dean Winchester. Tessa, as the raper is called, sits down next to him, her eyes sad.
"Dean, he's all talk, but inside... inside he's barely holding it together. Death would have been a blessing for him." She looks at Castiel, displeased and distrustful. "You've brought him back into his own personal hell, a hell where he's too weak to protect himself, let alone his own brother. And for what? Your heavenly war? One you seem poised to lose?"
"We're doing all we can," Castiel says but the words ring hollow to him and have for quite some time now. "Dean is the only one who can turn the tide of the war. It is written that--"
"I don't care what's written and where. Look at him," Tessa splays her fingers in Dean's direction, voice rising but going unheard by the occupant of the other bed. "If you care for him, even a little, you'll let me take him."
Castiel's voice is low, dangerous, "No."
Tessa stands. "Then you truly are as heartless as he claims."
Castiel does not react to her words until she has disappeared and even then his only reaction is to get to his feet. Dean's chest rises and falls with each breath, his lashes seem to glint in the light from the lamp, his lips are slightly parted to allow small gusts of air to pour through.
Heartless? Castiel thinks, unable to keep himself from brushing his fingers across Dean's forehead in a gesture fueled purely by love. I sometimes wish it were so.
By the time Dean opens his eyes in the morning, Sam will be fast asleep in his bed and Castiel will be gone. An uncertain future of borrowed time will loom before him and Castiel will wish, yet again, that he could take away the burden, take away the pain, and he will know that he cannot. And the heart he is purported not to have will ache just a little bit more.
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Brothers in Arms
// I think this sort of fits the prompt! //The rain falls down around them, a sheet of cold wetness that soaks through clothing and skin down to their bones. Only one of them shivers, uncomfortable and miserable in the downpour.
Castiel just stands there, watching him, and Dean knows that he can't blame the angel for what he is - an alien on foreign soil, a spirit wearing the clothes of a human. He's still trying to figure things out.
That makes two of them.
Dean wants to yell and scream and remind the angel how much he didn't want this. Any of this. The knowledge that he had started everything, however unknowingly, had broken one of the last few pieces of him that hadn't already been shattered.
Castiel wasn't there to fight with him. He didn't blame him.
After everything he still wanted to fight alongside him, and that was where Dean drew his strength from.
***
It's raining and it's the first time Castiel has experienced such weather since taking a human host. It's wet and cold but while such observations send shivers down the body of the host, to Castiel it is merely nature taking its course. He doesn't feel the cold the way humans do.
The cold he feels is chilling, skirting the edges of his very being.
Doubt manifests as the cold, and he's had his doubts. Ever since the start of this mission - his mission - he's felt it, and felt fear for feeling it. He'd never thought he would doubt but now he's seen too much.
Before, observing the humans had been nothing more than an occassional glance - perhaps worthy of a comment to one of his brothers - but it had no real meaning, no connection to himself. Now he was embedding in a world he had come to admire. To respect.
There were people here he could not bear to see hurt.
One of them stands before him, broken and terrified that he's the one that is wrong.
Castiel doesn't think that Dean would believe him if he were to remind him that he is not at fault. He truly believed Dean deserved the chance to make amends, and that he was the only hope that humans had in the war between Heaven and Hell - and Heaven and Heaven, as it had turned out.
They were both soldiers in a war that made little sense, but had far reaching consequences. Each there by a different path.
Each broken by the actions of those around them.
Each doubting their own actions.
They were all the other had to ground them in the reality of their situation.
Brothers in arms.
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car + food = trust
drivers seat + passenger seat = balance.
That made more sense in my head. Sorry!
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Ruby chucks the burger at Castiel's head, snickering when it bounces on his nose and rolls to his lap. Castiel merely looks down at it. "You're supposed to eat it," she says helpfully.
"Thank you," Castiel says, removing the wrapper and glancing at the other things his companion dumps on the dashboard.
Ruby gets busy, getting back into the driver's seat and popping two fries in her mouth at once before turning to Castiel with a puzzled expression. "Anything wrong?"
"It smells different," Castiel decides. He sniffs at the burger, takes a tentative bite. "Tastes different."
"Is it good, bad, ugly, what?" Ruby asks, rolling her eyes.
"It has smell. It has taste." Realizing that feels important, Castiel pauses, decides, "Good. Yes, good."
"Great, we'll put some man meat into you yet." Ruby tears off a huge chunk of her burger, grins when she notices something on his face. "Hey, you have ketchup..." She gestures at the corner of her mouth. Castiel merely stares at her. She rolls her eyes again, leans forward, "Oh, here," and swipes it away with her fingers unthinkingly.
Skin brushing at the corner of his mouth, and Castiel's head turns, catches her fingers with his tongue.
She pauses, and for a moment, Castiel is undecided whether this is good or bad. But Ruby isn't moving and Castiel can taste her: good, bad, ugly, what? like she said; she's all those and more. Castiel knows humans have their own individual tastes, but Ruby isn't human, Ruby is demon now, but she's in the car with him, her thumb tracing his lips and tongue to let him taste the strange mixing tang.
"So?" her voice cuts through his thoughts.
This time, Castiel doesn't hesitate. "Good," he replies, puzzled why his voice his deeper. "It's good."
Ruby pulls back, but her smile is softer now. She gestures at the windshield. "We'll go back to driving later, then you can chat me up the entire ride to LA so I won't fall asleep on the wheel." She takes another huge bite of burger, looking at him to agree.
Castiel wants to protest, wants to say Ruby can't fall asleep because she doesn't know human exhaustion, that he has no stories to offer her, and that the drive's only purpose is to get them to a destination where a hunt is. But he wonders how he would feel if it were anybody else beside him, behind the wheel--if it were Sam or Dean or Anna or even Uriel--and finds that there is nowhere he'd rather be but here, in this car, in the passenger seat, tasting burgers with this Demon. With this Ruby.
It's been a long time since he's in a place because he wants to.
"I will finish my burger and these things you call 'fries'," he decides, feeling the beginnings of a smile. "Then we will switch places."
"Yeah, stud," Ruby says, grinning and licking her fingers, the fingers that Castiel tasted. "This time, it'll be your turn to drive."
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1/2
Hope it's not too terrible... never written Dean/Castiel before.The first time, Dean gets blasted half way across the room and Sam is on his feet and glaring in a way that wouldn’t be so fucking scary if there wasn’t an undercurrent of ‘I have demon powers’ to it.
Dean gets up and brushes himself off, not really noticing the puzzled look on Castiel’s face and commenting that he didn’t think he had said anything that bad.
There is a wing beat, and Castiel is gone.
*
Sam is not present the next time. In fact, it’s just a routine ‘I was bored’ visit (or that’s what Dean calls them in his head, the ones where Cas just turns up out of nowhere – no warning, no reason but not entirely unwelcome). He goes to shove the angel’s shoulder, but exhaustion and alcohol make him miss so his hand slides to hit the bare skin of his neck.
The reaction isn’t as bad as before. He doesn’t go flying, but he does pull his hand away as though burnt.
They both look down at the skin of his hand, which is red and sore, then up until their eyes meet. Dean is opening his mouth to ask a question when Castiel disappears again.
“Wish he’d stop doing that…” Dean mutters to himself, sucking on his finger to try to numb the aching pain.
*
Sam doesn’t mention the burns, although he must notice them. It becomes another of a long list of things that they don’t acknowledge.
Then they are summoned half way across the country to another seal and they make it there just in time to see some Demon or other make the earth crack open in front of them. There are strange sigils painted all around in what looks, and smells, like blood.
Castiel stands in the centre of it all, blazing like Dean has not seen since he first met the man… angel. But it’s not enough. The pit is sucking like a hungry black hole, and the edge is approaching the angel’s feet. As they watch, the nimbus surrounding him sputters and dies and he falls.
Dean’s moving before he even realises what’s happened. Sam will take care of the demon (another thing they will never talk about) and it’s up to him to save the angel. He wonders, as he reaches the edge of the abyss and has to grab a tree root, when they started dividing it up - saving people and hunting things - so that he does one and Sam does the other. He dismisses the thought though, as he drops to his stomach and catches sight of Castiel hanging on below.
“Why don’t you just fly out?” he asks, reaching down even as he speaks. Castiel looks up at him calmly.
“He bound my movement,” he says, as though this is perfectly normal and not one of the most worrying things Dean has heard in a long while. He reaches up, and there is strain evident on his face. His fingers are a centimetre from Dean’s and they both strain a little further.
The root that Dean is holding onto is growing loose, but there isn’t really time to worry about that, or what’s at the bottom of the hell pit, but he does hope that Sam finishes the demon off quickly.
“You’re not going to burn me again, are you?” he yells over the howling of the wind.
“No,” Castiel says, and Dean would swear that the angel hadn’t raised his voice a decibel, but he still hears it as clear as day.
“Good.” They strain that extra bit and manage to grab hold of each other’s hands. Dean’s pulling and Castiel is pushing and they’re both breathing heavily by the time they make it onto horizontal ground again. Dean’s about to leap to his feet when the wind dies down and the silence is deafening. Sam yells that it’s over in a voice that doesn’t sound quite his own. But that is a problem for later.
Their hands are still touching as they lie on the ground, and the warmth of it is pleasant. Dean doesn’t move for a moment except to breath, his thoughts move swiftly from one thing to another. Seconds later he is pulling back his hand again with a startled cry.
Sam rushes over, but there is no explanation forthcoming from angel or brother.
They break the binding spell, set Castiel free and then they are on the road again.
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