An Even Newer Testament (12/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 12)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2200
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean and Sam hide out at Bobby’s hoping to ride out whatever storm is brewing. Dean occupies himself by crafting a new necklace. Meanwhile Castiel completes his spellwork and Dean is able to use his key for the first time.
A/N: When I start to write about magic I get wordy. I guess I know what I like to write about now. :]
Faith Universe Masterpost
As promised, Dean rendezvoused with his brother at Bobby’s. None of them were happy with having let the ghoul go, but they clearly had bigger problems on their hands than one lousy monster. After much arguing Bobby finally agreed that staying in town wasn’t a wise idea anyway. He just wasn’t sure how he’d explain it to his hunting friend who called in the tip.
When Bobby was filled in on all of the details he actually had the urge to lock Dean in the panic room to keep him safe. It was only at Castiel’s insistence that Bobby gave up on the idea. The angel reassured him that his house had adequate protection against the vast majority of demons and monsters. If anything was powerful enough to get through they had plenty of weapons on hand and an archangel just a prayer away. Dean’s safety wasn’t guaranteed, but it was as good as it was going to get and there was no need to confine him to the panic room.
Dean spent the first several hours of his house arrest in Bobby’s living room flipping through the TV channels. Both Sam and Bobby wanted to do research, but they honestly had no idea what they should be reading up on for this situation. Instead, Bobby continued work on one of the other cases he was working on and Sam occupied himself by browsing through his massive occult book collection. Dean was pretty sure that they’d both be recruited to help with research on the other cases or put on phones at some point. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, but rather he’d prefer to help in person instead of just being a support player.
As Dean lounged about on the couch watching some sitcom rerun his hand found its way to his jean pocket . When he felt the rock resting there he pulled it out and examined it. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. The object had a pretty jagged edge and if he kept it in his pocket he could rip a hold in his jeans. If he kept it in his jacket pocket he could very well cut his hand on accident since he tended to rest his hands there out of habit. Then he had an idea.
He went to Bobby’s study and began rifling through the drawers. Bobby really needed to organize this shit because office supplies were mixed in with candles, stray rune stones, and a bunch of other crap that had no business being in an office. He wondered how Bobby found anything in this mess.
“Lookin’ for something, boy?”
Dean didn’t have to look up to know that Bobby was standing in the doorway staring at him. “Do you have paperclips?”
“Yeah, top drawer of the desk.”
Dean found them and grabbed the biggest one in the pile of mismatched clips. He sat down at the desk and began twisting the paperclip firmly around the stone.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” He twisted the clip around the smaller pointed end of the stone and twisted it up what would become the ‘back’ of it.
“Arts and crafts?”
Dean paused and looked up at the older hunter. “Sort of…”
Bobby folded his arms and watched Dean work. He managed to fit it snuggly around the stone so that it was held securely in the paperclip, but still visible. Most importantly, the sharp edge was accessible, but not in a place where it would accidently cut him.
“Trying to outshine MacGyver?”
Dean ignored the comment. “Do you have any string? Like a shoelace or a thin strip of leather or something?”
Bobby opened a couple of drawers before he found something that met Dean’s needs. He held up a piece of black leather string that he’d last used to sew up some medicine bags and handed it over to him. Dean laced the string around a piece of the paperclip and then tied the ends off in an adjustable sliding knot. He put the newly made piece of jewelry around his neck and adjusted it until it hung at a familiar position on his chest. The weight was different from his old necklace, but it still felt right.
“What’s that for?”
Bobby was staring at him and Dean realized his little stint into the world of jewelry making probably seemed a little bizarre to an outsider. “It’s a magical object. Cas gave it to me.”
“What does it do?”
“Well, nothing yet. But Cas is working on making it into a sort of key to my very own panic room.”
“Your own panic room?”
“Our cabin. It’s covered in all sorts of crap. It probably has your house beat,” Dean joked. “It’d be a tough call.”
“Well, if it’s so damn safe maybe you should go there.” Bobby was clearly offended at the affront to his ability to keep them safe.
“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that, Bobby. This house is pretty damn safe. I just mean he has some angel sigils up that yours doesn’t. From what I understand, he’s the only angel that can penetrate them.”
Bobby huffed. “Maybe I should talk to him about adding some of those here. He’s the only angel I really want to see anyway. Not that the others have much of an interest in me, but I’d rather they didn’t start popping up around here at all.”
“Yeah, he probably wouldn’t mind. I don’t know. Ask him.”
“I will.” They stood there in silence for a moment, but Bobby realized he came into the study on a mission. He grabbed a book off his desk and left Dean alone in the study.
-
Castiel appeared in front of Dean as he was walking down the hallway towards the room he’d claimed as his own. Dean didn’t even flinch this time and merely paused in his tracks. The angel’s eyes fell immediately to his new necklace and Dean suddenly grew self-conscious. “Is this a bad idea? I should have asked first…”
“No, it’s fine,” Cas said as he picked up the stone and examined Dean’s craftsmanship. “I’m flattered.”
“What, why flattered?”
“I’m flattered that a piece of magic that I created is hanging in the place where your Babylonian amulet use to be.”
“Huh, well, as far as I’m concerned this is where it belongs. Besides my car, this is probably the most important thing I own right now.”
Castiel smiled and Dean wished he could see that expression more often. There needed to be more happy moments in each of their lives. Dean took Cas’ face in his hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. For him they’d been in each other’s presence too long without a passionate greeting and that just wasn’t right. When he broke the kiss he took a small step back to appreciate his angel. “I missed you.”
“Dean, I was gone eleven hours.”
“So?” Dean scowled at him.
“I missed you too, but I’ve been gone far longer in the course of our relationship.”
“Yeah, but I had cases and shit to work on. I’m stuck here with nothing to do.”
“It looks like you’ve remained productive,” Cas said as he tapped his finger against the new object around his neck.
“That took five minutes. That’s ten hours and fifty-five minutes of nothing but horrible television and outdated magazines.”
Castiel smirked, but he remembered he came here on a mission and he wanted to get to it sooner rather than later. “I’ve come with news.”
“What, you know who the pricks are that have it out for me?”
“No, but I do have something that may help with the situation.”
“What’s that?”
“The spell is complete.”
Dean’s eyes went wide. He looked down at his necklace and back up at Cas a couple of times. “So wait, if I cut myself on this rock right now I’ll teleport to the cabin?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“You ‘believe so?’”
“If I wasn’t certain that you would be safe I would not allow you to do it.”
“Right, you just need to test it before you say you are 100% certain.”
“Correct.”
Dean took a deep breath and looked down at the rock again. He was pretty scared and he knew Cas was picking up on it. The first time he’d flown with Cas he’d been shocked, but after a few more experiences it became pretty normal. Well, as normal as teleporting all over the place with an angel could be. But he’d be on his own this time. He trusted Cas’ skill, but he was still worried that something could go wrong.
“Dean, I will wait five seconds and follow you there. You will not be alone long.”
“I’m more worried about the journey than the destination, Cas.”
“I know. But if I follow you immediately it will defeat the purpose.”
“Ok,” Dean said with a sigh. “We should tell Sam and Bobby. I’m not just going to pop out of here without saying anything.” Dean hadn’t meant it as a critique on Castiel’s habit of doing just that, but the words did make the angel pause and think for a moment. However, Dean had already turned to hunt down the other two hunters before he could notice his expression.
-
“A teleportation spell,” Sam repeated. “From scratch.”
“Yes,” Dean said. “So… I just thought you should know.”
Bobby stared the angel, arms folded. “If he gets hurt from this, you better answer for it.”
“Bobby,” Cas said as returned Bobby’s intense look. “I would not intentionally put Dean in harm’s way.”
“Yeah, ‘intentionally.’ This is untested magic.”
“I’m very confident in my abilities.”
Cas and Bobby would have stared at each other forever if Sam hadn’t interrupted. “How’d you do it?”
Cas’ eyes lost their intensity as they flickered over to the younger Winchester. He always admired Sam’s curiosity, even when it seemed to annoy Dean. “Enochian magic, mostly, though I did use Celtic methods for opening a door to the astral plane.”
“Astral plane? Really?” Sam was getting way into the details and Dean would have stopped him if Cas didn’t look so happy about discussing it. At least his brother and his boyfriend got along. He figured there was no harm in letting them geek out together. Castiel was a willing teacher and Sam was an all too eager student so why deny them their geeky little chit chat?
Dean realized Cas was in the middle of explaining how it worked and he should really be paying attention. “Wait, what?”
Castiel was fully aware that Dean lost in his own thoughts, but he was in no mood to chastise him for it. He simply gave Dean the most annoyed look he could manage and hoped it conveyed his message. “I said, when your blood contacts the stone you will be pulled into the astral plane and deposited in the designated circle.”
Dean frowned. “You make it sound so clinical.”
“Well, it is. It took me a great deal of effort to create this spell.”
Dean was really amazed at Cas’ abilities. However, Bobby didn’t look nearly as impressed. Dean looked back and forth between Bobby and Sam in an attempt to gauge their acceptance of the matter. “I’m only going to do this if you guys are ok with it.”
“I think you should do it,” Sam said. Dean was almost surprised at how quickly he agreed. “I believe Cas when he says he wouldn’t intentionally put you in harm’s way, Dean. The benefits of this far outweigh the risks. If you are being hunted you need a safe place to go to.”
With that Dean turned to Bobby, who still looked skeptical. “Bobby?”
He almost looked like he wanted to argue, but he sighed. “Yeah, do it. Sam’s right.”
Dean was relieved. And a little surprised too. “Alright, well, here goes nothing I guess…” He reached down to grab the stone, but hesitated before he clasped his hand around it. He looked to Castiel. “I’ll see you in five seconds?”
When Castiel nodded he pressed his hand firmly around the stone until the skin on his palm broke. When the first drop of blood touched the object Dean’s vision went white and he suddenly felt completely weightless.
No, not just weightless. He felt completely non-existent. It was similar, but not exactly like the feeling he had each time he died (the ones he remembered, anyway). He could still feel his body, he just couldn’t feel anything interacting with it and it was kind of disturbing.
Where the fuck am I? Dean thought.
Then he felt air snap around him as he popped directly in the center of the mark on the floor. All the physical sensations came back to him in an instant and he gasped for breath.
One… two… three…
Castiel materialized in front of him two seconds sooner than expected and Dean immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for support. It was taking him longer than he expected to recover from the experience and he wasn’t sure he could support himself. His legs felt like Jell-o and he was surprised he could stand up for three seconds.
“Are you alright,” Cas asked as he ran his fingers over Dean’s cheek to check for physical damage.
“Yeah… yeah… that was just… insane…” Dean took a moment to steady his breath. “You were early.”
“Was I?”
“Yeah, I only counted to three.”
“I assume that means I can fly faster than you can teleport.”
“Huh.”
“Are you well enough for me to take you back to Bobby’s?”
“I don’t see why not. Flying around with you is a fucking walk in the park compared to that.”
“I’m sorry that it is unpleasant for you.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s only ‘unpleasant.’ I’ve been through far worse than that, so don’t apologize.”
In the blink of an eye Dean and Cas flew back to Bobby’s.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2200
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean and Sam hide out at Bobby’s hoping to ride out whatever storm is brewing. Dean occupies himself by crafting a new necklace. Meanwhile Castiel completes his spellwork and Dean is able to use his key for the first time.
A/N: When I start to write about magic I get wordy. I guess I know what I like to write about now. :]
Faith Universe Masterpost
As promised, Dean rendezvoused with his brother at Bobby’s. None of them were happy with having let the ghoul go, but they clearly had bigger problems on their hands than one lousy monster. After much arguing Bobby finally agreed that staying in town wasn’t a wise idea anyway. He just wasn’t sure how he’d explain it to his hunting friend who called in the tip.
When Bobby was filled in on all of the details he actually had the urge to lock Dean in the panic room to keep him safe. It was only at Castiel’s insistence that Bobby gave up on the idea. The angel reassured him that his house had adequate protection against the vast majority of demons and monsters. If anything was powerful enough to get through they had plenty of weapons on hand and an archangel just a prayer away. Dean’s safety wasn’t guaranteed, but it was as good as it was going to get and there was no need to confine him to the panic room.
Dean spent the first several hours of his house arrest in Bobby’s living room flipping through the TV channels. Both Sam and Bobby wanted to do research, but they honestly had no idea what they should be reading up on for this situation. Instead, Bobby continued work on one of the other cases he was working on and Sam occupied himself by browsing through his massive occult book collection. Dean was pretty sure that they’d both be recruited to help with research on the other cases or put on phones at some point. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, but rather he’d prefer to help in person instead of just being a support player.
As Dean lounged about on the couch watching some sitcom rerun his hand found its way to his jean pocket . When he felt the rock resting there he pulled it out and examined it. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. The object had a pretty jagged edge and if he kept it in his pocket he could rip a hold in his jeans. If he kept it in his jacket pocket he could very well cut his hand on accident since he tended to rest his hands there out of habit. Then he had an idea.
He went to Bobby’s study and began rifling through the drawers. Bobby really needed to organize this shit because office supplies were mixed in with candles, stray rune stones, and a bunch of other crap that had no business being in an office. He wondered how Bobby found anything in this mess.
“Lookin’ for something, boy?”
Dean didn’t have to look up to know that Bobby was standing in the doorway staring at him. “Do you have paperclips?”
“Yeah, top drawer of the desk.”
Dean found them and grabbed the biggest one in the pile of mismatched clips. He sat down at the desk and began twisting the paperclip firmly around the stone.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” He twisted the clip around the smaller pointed end of the stone and twisted it up what would become the ‘back’ of it.
“Arts and crafts?”
Dean paused and looked up at the older hunter. “Sort of…”
Bobby folded his arms and watched Dean work. He managed to fit it snuggly around the stone so that it was held securely in the paperclip, but still visible. Most importantly, the sharp edge was accessible, but not in a place where it would accidently cut him.
“Trying to outshine MacGyver?”
Dean ignored the comment. “Do you have any string? Like a shoelace or a thin strip of leather or something?”
Bobby opened a couple of drawers before he found something that met Dean’s needs. He held up a piece of black leather string that he’d last used to sew up some medicine bags and handed it over to him. Dean laced the string around a piece of the paperclip and then tied the ends off in an adjustable sliding knot. He put the newly made piece of jewelry around his neck and adjusted it until it hung at a familiar position on his chest. The weight was different from his old necklace, but it still felt right.
“What’s that for?”
Bobby was staring at him and Dean realized his little stint into the world of jewelry making probably seemed a little bizarre to an outsider. “It’s a magical object. Cas gave it to me.”
“What does it do?”
“Well, nothing yet. But Cas is working on making it into a sort of key to my very own panic room.”
“Your own panic room?”
“Our cabin. It’s covered in all sorts of crap. It probably has your house beat,” Dean joked. “It’d be a tough call.”
“Well, if it’s so damn safe maybe you should go there.” Bobby was clearly offended at the affront to his ability to keep them safe.
“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that, Bobby. This house is pretty damn safe. I just mean he has some angel sigils up that yours doesn’t. From what I understand, he’s the only angel that can penetrate them.”
Bobby huffed. “Maybe I should talk to him about adding some of those here. He’s the only angel I really want to see anyway. Not that the others have much of an interest in me, but I’d rather they didn’t start popping up around here at all.”
“Yeah, he probably wouldn’t mind. I don’t know. Ask him.”
“I will.” They stood there in silence for a moment, but Bobby realized he came into the study on a mission. He grabbed a book off his desk and left Dean alone in the study.
-
Castiel appeared in front of Dean as he was walking down the hallway towards the room he’d claimed as his own. Dean didn’t even flinch this time and merely paused in his tracks. The angel’s eyes fell immediately to his new necklace and Dean suddenly grew self-conscious. “Is this a bad idea? I should have asked first…”
“No, it’s fine,” Cas said as he picked up the stone and examined Dean’s craftsmanship. “I’m flattered.”
“What, why flattered?”
“I’m flattered that a piece of magic that I created is hanging in the place where your Babylonian amulet use to be.”
“Huh, well, as far as I’m concerned this is where it belongs. Besides my car, this is probably the most important thing I own right now.”
Castiel smiled and Dean wished he could see that expression more often. There needed to be more happy moments in each of their lives. Dean took Cas’ face in his hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. For him they’d been in each other’s presence too long without a passionate greeting and that just wasn’t right. When he broke the kiss he took a small step back to appreciate his angel. “I missed you.”
“Dean, I was gone eleven hours.”
“So?” Dean scowled at him.
“I missed you too, but I’ve been gone far longer in the course of our relationship.”
“Yeah, but I had cases and shit to work on. I’m stuck here with nothing to do.”
“It looks like you’ve remained productive,” Cas said as he tapped his finger against the new object around his neck.
“That took five minutes. That’s ten hours and fifty-five minutes of nothing but horrible television and outdated magazines.”
Castiel smirked, but he remembered he came here on a mission and he wanted to get to it sooner rather than later. “I’ve come with news.”
“What, you know who the pricks are that have it out for me?”
“No, but I do have something that may help with the situation.”
“What’s that?”
“The spell is complete.”
Dean’s eyes went wide. He looked down at his necklace and back up at Cas a couple of times. “So wait, if I cut myself on this rock right now I’ll teleport to the cabin?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“You ‘believe so?’”
“If I wasn’t certain that you would be safe I would not allow you to do it.”
“Right, you just need to test it before you say you are 100% certain.”
“Correct.”
Dean took a deep breath and looked down at the rock again. He was pretty scared and he knew Cas was picking up on it. The first time he’d flown with Cas he’d been shocked, but after a few more experiences it became pretty normal. Well, as normal as teleporting all over the place with an angel could be. But he’d be on his own this time. He trusted Cas’ skill, but he was still worried that something could go wrong.
“Dean, I will wait five seconds and follow you there. You will not be alone long.”
“I’m more worried about the journey than the destination, Cas.”
“I know. But if I follow you immediately it will defeat the purpose.”
“Ok,” Dean said with a sigh. “We should tell Sam and Bobby. I’m not just going to pop out of here without saying anything.” Dean hadn’t meant it as a critique on Castiel’s habit of doing just that, but the words did make the angel pause and think for a moment. However, Dean had already turned to hunt down the other two hunters before he could notice his expression.
-
“A teleportation spell,” Sam repeated. “From scratch.”
“Yes,” Dean said. “So… I just thought you should know.”
Bobby stared the angel, arms folded. “If he gets hurt from this, you better answer for it.”
“Bobby,” Cas said as returned Bobby’s intense look. “I would not intentionally put Dean in harm’s way.”
“Yeah, ‘intentionally.’ This is untested magic.”
“I’m very confident in my abilities.”
Cas and Bobby would have stared at each other forever if Sam hadn’t interrupted. “How’d you do it?”
Cas’ eyes lost their intensity as they flickered over to the younger Winchester. He always admired Sam’s curiosity, even when it seemed to annoy Dean. “Enochian magic, mostly, though I did use Celtic methods for opening a door to the astral plane.”
“Astral plane? Really?” Sam was getting way into the details and Dean would have stopped him if Cas didn’t look so happy about discussing it. At least his brother and his boyfriend got along. He figured there was no harm in letting them geek out together. Castiel was a willing teacher and Sam was an all too eager student so why deny them their geeky little chit chat?
Dean realized Cas was in the middle of explaining how it worked and he should really be paying attention. “Wait, what?”
Castiel was fully aware that Dean lost in his own thoughts, but he was in no mood to chastise him for it. He simply gave Dean the most annoyed look he could manage and hoped it conveyed his message. “I said, when your blood contacts the stone you will be pulled into the astral plane and deposited in the designated circle.”
Dean frowned. “You make it sound so clinical.”
“Well, it is. It took me a great deal of effort to create this spell.”
Dean was really amazed at Cas’ abilities. However, Bobby didn’t look nearly as impressed. Dean looked back and forth between Bobby and Sam in an attempt to gauge their acceptance of the matter. “I’m only going to do this if you guys are ok with it.”
“I think you should do it,” Sam said. Dean was almost surprised at how quickly he agreed. “I believe Cas when he says he wouldn’t intentionally put you in harm’s way, Dean. The benefits of this far outweigh the risks. If you are being hunted you need a safe place to go to.”
With that Dean turned to Bobby, who still looked skeptical. “Bobby?”
He almost looked like he wanted to argue, but he sighed. “Yeah, do it. Sam’s right.”
Dean was relieved. And a little surprised too. “Alright, well, here goes nothing I guess…” He reached down to grab the stone, but hesitated before he clasped his hand around it. He looked to Castiel. “I’ll see you in five seconds?”
When Castiel nodded he pressed his hand firmly around the stone until the skin on his palm broke. When the first drop of blood touched the object Dean’s vision went white and he suddenly felt completely weightless.
No, not just weightless. He felt completely non-existent. It was similar, but not exactly like the feeling he had each time he died (the ones he remembered, anyway). He could still feel his body, he just couldn’t feel anything interacting with it and it was kind of disturbing.
Where the fuck am I? Dean thought.
Then he felt air snap around him as he popped directly in the center of the mark on the floor. All the physical sensations came back to him in an instant and he gasped for breath.
One… two… three…
Castiel materialized in front of him two seconds sooner than expected and Dean immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for support. It was taking him longer than he expected to recover from the experience and he wasn’t sure he could support himself. His legs felt like Jell-o and he was surprised he could stand up for three seconds.
“Are you alright,” Cas asked as he ran his fingers over Dean’s cheek to check for physical damage.
“Yeah… yeah… that was just… insane…” Dean took a moment to steady his breath. “You were early.”
“Was I?”
“Yeah, I only counted to three.”
“I assume that means I can fly faster than you can teleport.”
“Huh.”
“Are you well enough for me to take you back to Bobby’s?”
“I don’t see why not. Flying around with you is a fucking walk in the park compared to that.”
“I’m sorry that it is unpleasant for you.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s only ‘unpleasant.’ I’ve been through far worse than that, so don’t apologize.”
In the blink of an eye Dean and Cas flew back to Bobby’s.