Have a Little Faith (Part 10)
Title: Have A Little Faith (Part 10)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Genre: Case Fic, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: ~1700
Spoiler: General Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Discussion of death
Summary: After having breakfast at Bobby’s, Castiel catches a lead in their hunt for the demon.
A/N: More fluff. And OMG some plot?
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
“Good morning!” Dean said cheerily as he entered the kitchen. Sam and Bobby scowled at him when he took a seat at the table, but he kept smiling anyway. Bobby was examining a broken glass, and glaring intently at Dean. Sam, however, was busy lamenting the loss of the coffee pot and groggily rubbing his eyes. A morning without coffee would be an unhappy morning for them all and Sam really wasn't looking forward to it.
When Castiel entered the room a few paces behind Dean all of the glass in the room instantly repaired itself. Cas looked at Bobby. “I am sorry for that.”
And dammit, Bobby actually liked Cas so he had to forgive the guy. He rolled his eyes and set the glass down on the counter. “Next time either go somewhere else or keep it down. I don’t care if you can fix the windows… just work on that voice problem."
“I will,” the angel confirmed with a nod. Sam started to make coffee with the newly repaired pot while Bobby moved to grab a skillet and get started on breakfast. When Dean stood up and started making toast Castiel was left standing awkwardly alone in the middle of the room while the hunters worked around him. “Um…”
Dean looked back at him. “You eating with us?” Cas nodded. “Want to help make it?”
“It would be my first time cooking.”
“You’ve caused enough damage to my house today,” Bobby said, shoving some plates into Castiel’s hands. “You ain’t burning down my kitchen. You can set the table.” Cas didn’t really know how to ‘set the table,’ but he’d observed enough meals to stumble his way through the process. The only thing he forgot were coffee mugs, which Sam compensated for when he brought the pot over to the table.
Bobby liked to cook when he had guests stay the night. It use to be a rare occurrence until Sam and Dean started making his home their unofficial base of operations. Now whenever the boys stayed over he would take the opportunity to make family sized meals. Several plates of food were placed in the center of the table and the hunters started helping themselves.
“Did you guys find anything out last night?” Dean asked as he reached for a plate of sausages.
“What do you think?” Sam scoffed. He scooped some eggs onto his plate and passed the bowl to Bobby.
Castiel watched the breakfast ritual, fascinated with the chaotic shuffling of food between the men. He’d seen a few family meals from a distance, but he felt connected to this one unlike any of the other’s he’d observed. When Dean passed him the sausages he realized he wasn’t just watching it, but participating in it as well.
He took one piece and passed the plate to Bobby who was passing the bowl of eggs to him. He looked at how much the others had served themselves and gave himself just a little bit less. He didn’t need to eat, so he took just enough to sample all of the new foods put in front of him. When he was ready to pass the eggs on he suddenly had a pot of coffee shoved in front of him. The juggling act took up all of Castiel’s attention that he had momentarily stopped listening to the conversation. He suddenly realized Dean had been talking to him.
“What?”
“I said, I assume that if there were anything important on Angel Radio, you’d tell us.”
“Of course. Immediately.” He poured the coffee and placed it at the center of the table. The angel’s first family breakfast made him feel a happiness he hadn’t quite experienced before. He decided to catalogue the emotion to reflect upon later. The delicious smelling food in front of him almost made him feel hungry and it demanded his attention.
After breakfast Castiel and the Winchesters found themselves in Bobby’s living room going through various news sources while Bobby made a few calls in the other room. Sam seemed comfortable with the prospect of sitting at the computer for hours at a time, but after about ten minutes Dean was getting antsy. Not only did Dean hate doing research, but Bobby’s older desktop PC was slower than Sam’s laptop and made the whole experience so much more obnoxious.
Castiel thumbed through a few of Bobby’s books, even a few that had nothing to do with their current problem, as the boys worked. He was fond of Bobby’s large collection of literature and took any opportunity he had to browse through it. When he sensed Dean’s increasing tension he crossed the room and placed a hand on his shoulder. They both felt the tension wash away at the contact. Dean’s hatred of research remained, but the proximity to Cas made him feel at ease regardless of the circumstances.
Unfortunately their moment was halted when ‘Angel Radio’ distracted Cas. He kept his hand on Dean’s shoulder, but looked off into the distance as he listened to a conversation. When it was over he looked back down at Dean, who was staring at him. “Gotta go?”
“Yes, but I’ll return shortly.”
Cas disappeared and Dean felt a weird displacement of air on his shoulder where his hand had been. He absently put his hand over the empty spot. Out of the corner of his eyes saw Sam staring at him over the screen on his laptop. Dean was suddenly self-conscious and looked over at his brother. “What?”
“Nothing,” Sam said, turning his eyes back to the screen.
Dean turned back to the computer, but he just couldn’t let it go. He looked back to his brother again. “No, I know that ‘I want to talk about your feelings’ look.”
“And you actually want me to talk about it?”
Why was he encouraging this conversation anyway? He turned back to the computer monitor again, but when Sam started laughing he glared at him again. “What now?”
“I just, I don’t know, I like this change in you."
“What change?”
“Don’t get me wrong; you are still undeniably you-“
“Thanks?”
“-but you seem calmer… happier…”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. You just do.”
“Huh,” Dean said, unsure of what else to say.
“For one you would have never had this conversation. Or you would have started it and then thrown something at me.”
“Yeah probably,” Dean said, because yeah, he would have. “Still might.” He didn’t.
They both focused back on their computer screens. Dean didn’t last long, however. Ten minutes later he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe having a beer would make working on that archaic machine a little bit more bearable. Before he even got out of the living room Castiel reappeared mere inches in front of him stopping him in his tracks.
The angel seemed just as surprised by his close landing as Dean was. “Hello.”
“Yeah, hi,” Dean said, stepping back just a couple of inches so they weren’t nose to nose. “Where’ve you been?”
“Looking for your demons.”
“And?”
“We know their location.”
“Ok, and?” Cas looked concerned. “What?”
“Are you sure you want to face these demons again?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
“One of their cohorts did recently kill you.”
“And you brought me back.”
“And you know that I almost didn’t have the chance.” Dean felt downright terrified at the thought and he knew Castiel had to pick up on it. “I can go without you.”
“Remember the Sigils, Cas? These guys seriously know how to fuck up an angel. And you can’t exactly just go around demolishing random buildings can you?”
“It would not be wise.”
“Then we kind of have to do this together.”
They looked at each other for a moment, Dean intentionally sending Cas the feeling of just how committed he was to this hunt. We are going to do this together. “Fine,” Cas said reluctantly. “But we’ll need to travel my way.”
Dean rolled his eyes. He didn’t really mind traveling by ‘Angel Air’ anymore, but he hated leaving behind the Impala. But if Castiel insisted, it must be for a good reason. He turned to look at Sam. “Ok, but we’ve got to pack.”
Sam and Dean headed out the door to grab supplies from the Impala with Castiel following close behind. When Dean popped the trunk, he looked at the angel who was standing a few feet away from the car. “Where are we going anyway?”
“The demons are on the move. We last detected them in San Francisco, but they may have since left the area.”
The brothers loaded up the duffel with the usual array of weaponry. As Sam put case of rock salt bullets into the bag he paused. “What’s our plan anyway? If he’s so powerful a lot of this stuff probably won’t work very well, right?”
“I can handle Paimon,” Castiel said, joining the hunters at the trunk of the car. “Getting to him is the problem. There are several buildings within the city that are cloaked in Sigils.”
“Told you that you needed our help,” Dean said as he zipped the bag up. “If you know what building he’s in, you can go all wrecking ball on it and smite his ass, right?”
Cas didn’t even try to hide the fear on his face. He needed Dean to know how dangerous the situation was. “You’ll basically be scouting for a demon that can destroy you beyond my reach.”
“Yeah I get that,” Dean said, turning to face Castiel.
Sam finished packing his backpack and shut the trunk of the Impala.
“I don’t like this plan,” Castiel said, inching closer to Dean so that he was well within his personal space.
“Here’s the thing, Cas,” he said as he put his hands on his shoulders. “Sam and I, we’re hunters. Always have been. We stumble across a steaming pile of supernatural shit we’ve got to take care of it. Look, I don’t like it either, but it’s what we do.”
“I know,” Cas said, putting his hands on Dean’s arms. “It’s why I love you.”
Sam suddenly felt awkward, but at the same time felt incredibly happy for his brother. He uncomfortably glanced up at the sky and half turned away from them to give them some level of privacy.
“Dammit Cas,” Dean said, resting his head against the angel’s. I love you too. “Let’s go kick this demon’s ass.”
A few seconds later the Winchesters took off on Angel Air.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Genre: Case Fic, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: ~1700
Spoiler: General Season 6
Warning: Profanity, Discussion of death
Summary: After having breakfast at Bobby’s, Castiel catches a lead in their hunt for the demon.
A/N: More fluff. And OMG some plot?
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
“Good morning!” Dean said cheerily as he entered the kitchen. Sam and Bobby scowled at him when he took a seat at the table, but he kept smiling anyway. Bobby was examining a broken glass, and glaring intently at Dean. Sam, however, was busy lamenting the loss of the coffee pot and groggily rubbing his eyes. A morning without coffee would be an unhappy morning for them all and Sam really wasn't looking forward to it.
When Castiel entered the room a few paces behind Dean all of the glass in the room instantly repaired itself. Cas looked at Bobby. “I am sorry for that.”
And dammit, Bobby actually liked Cas so he had to forgive the guy. He rolled his eyes and set the glass down on the counter. “Next time either go somewhere else or keep it down. I don’t care if you can fix the windows… just work on that voice problem."
“I will,” the angel confirmed with a nod. Sam started to make coffee with the newly repaired pot while Bobby moved to grab a skillet and get started on breakfast. When Dean stood up and started making toast Castiel was left standing awkwardly alone in the middle of the room while the hunters worked around him. “Um…”
Dean looked back at him. “You eating with us?” Cas nodded. “Want to help make it?”
“It would be my first time cooking.”
“You’ve caused enough damage to my house today,” Bobby said, shoving some plates into Castiel’s hands. “You ain’t burning down my kitchen. You can set the table.” Cas didn’t really know how to ‘set the table,’ but he’d observed enough meals to stumble his way through the process. The only thing he forgot were coffee mugs, which Sam compensated for when he brought the pot over to the table.
Bobby liked to cook when he had guests stay the night. It use to be a rare occurrence until Sam and Dean started making his home their unofficial base of operations. Now whenever the boys stayed over he would take the opportunity to make family sized meals. Several plates of food were placed in the center of the table and the hunters started helping themselves.
“Did you guys find anything out last night?” Dean asked as he reached for a plate of sausages.
“What do you think?” Sam scoffed. He scooped some eggs onto his plate and passed the bowl to Bobby.
Castiel watched the breakfast ritual, fascinated with the chaotic shuffling of food between the men. He’d seen a few family meals from a distance, but he felt connected to this one unlike any of the other’s he’d observed. When Dean passed him the sausages he realized he wasn’t just watching it, but participating in it as well.
He took one piece and passed the plate to Bobby who was passing the bowl of eggs to him. He looked at how much the others had served themselves and gave himself just a little bit less. He didn’t need to eat, so he took just enough to sample all of the new foods put in front of him. When he was ready to pass the eggs on he suddenly had a pot of coffee shoved in front of him. The juggling act took up all of Castiel’s attention that he had momentarily stopped listening to the conversation. He suddenly realized Dean had been talking to him.
“What?”
“I said, I assume that if there were anything important on Angel Radio, you’d tell us.”
“Of course. Immediately.” He poured the coffee and placed it at the center of the table. The angel’s first family breakfast made him feel a happiness he hadn’t quite experienced before. He decided to catalogue the emotion to reflect upon later. The delicious smelling food in front of him almost made him feel hungry and it demanded his attention.
After breakfast Castiel and the Winchesters found themselves in Bobby’s living room going through various news sources while Bobby made a few calls in the other room. Sam seemed comfortable with the prospect of sitting at the computer for hours at a time, but after about ten minutes Dean was getting antsy. Not only did Dean hate doing research, but Bobby’s older desktop PC was slower than Sam’s laptop and made the whole experience so much more obnoxious.
Castiel thumbed through a few of Bobby’s books, even a few that had nothing to do with their current problem, as the boys worked. He was fond of Bobby’s large collection of literature and took any opportunity he had to browse through it. When he sensed Dean’s increasing tension he crossed the room and placed a hand on his shoulder. They both felt the tension wash away at the contact. Dean’s hatred of research remained, but the proximity to Cas made him feel at ease regardless of the circumstances.
Unfortunately their moment was halted when ‘Angel Radio’ distracted Cas. He kept his hand on Dean’s shoulder, but looked off into the distance as he listened to a conversation. When it was over he looked back down at Dean, who was staring at him. “Gotta go?”
“Yes, but I’ll return shortly.”
Cas disappeared and Dean felt a weird displacement of air on his shoulder where his hand had been. He absently put his hand over the empty spot. Out of the corner of his eyes saw Sam staring at him over the screen on his laptop. Dean was suddenly self-conscious and looked over at his brother. “What?”
“Nothing,” Sam said, turning his eyes back to the screen.
Dean turned back to the computer, but he just couldn’t let it go. He looked back to his brother again. “No, I know that ‘I want to talk about your feelings’ look.”
“And you actually want me to talk about it?”
Why was he encouraging this conversation anyway? He turned back to the computer monitor again, but when Sam started laughing he glared at him again. “What now?”
“I just, I don’t know, I like this change in you."
“What change?”
“Don’t get me wrong; you are still undeniably you-“
“Thanks?”
“-but you seem calmer… happier…”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. You just do.”
“Huh,” Dean said, unsure of what else to say.
“For one you would have never had this conversation. Or you would have started it and then thrown something at me.”
“Yeah probably,” Dean said, because yeah, he would have. “Still might.” He didn’t.
They both focused back on their computer screens. Dean didn’t last long, however. Ten minutes later he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe having a beer would make working on that archaic machine a little bit more bearable. Before he even got out of the living room Castiel reappeared mere inches in front of him stopping him in his tracks.
The angel seemed just as surprised by his close landing as Dean was. “Hello.”
“Yeah, hi,” Dean said, stepping back just a couple of inches so they weren’t nose to nose. “Where’ve you been?”
“Looking for your demons.”
“And?”
“We know their location.”
“Ok, and?” Cas looked concerned. “What?”
“Are you sure you want to face these demons again?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
“One of their cohorts did recently kill you.”
“And you brought me back.”
“And you know that I almost didn’t have the chance.” Dean felt downright terrified at the thought and he knew Castiel had to pick up on it. “I can go without you.”
“Remember the Sigils, Cas? These guys seriously know how to fuck up an angel. And you can’t exactly just go around demolishing random buildings can you?”
“It would not be wise.”
“Then we kind of have to do this together.”
They looked at each other for a moment, Dean intentionally sending Cas the feeling of just how committed he was to this hunt. We are going to do this together. “Fine,” Cas said reluctantly. “But we’ll need to travel my way.”
Dean rolled his eyes. He didn’t really mind traveling by ‘Angel Air’ anymore, but he hated leaving behind the Impala. But if Castiel insisted, it must be for a good reason. He turned to look at Sam. “Ok, but we’ve got to pack.”
Sam and Dean headed out the door to grab supplies from the Impala with Castiel following close behind. When Dean popped the trunk, he looked at the angel who was standing a few feet away from the car. “Where are we going anyway?”
“The demons are on the move. We last detected them in San Francisco, but they may have since left the area.”
The brothers loaded up the duffel with the usual array of weaponry. As Sam put case of rock salt bullets into the bag he paused. “What’s our plan anyway? If he’s so powerful a lot of this stuff probably won’t work very well, right?”
“I can handle Paimon,” Castiel said, joining the hunters at the trunk of the car. “Getting to him is the problem. There are several buildings within the city that are cloaked in Sigils.”
“Told you that you needed our help,” Dean said as he zipped the bag up. “If you know what building he’s in, you can go all wrecking ball on it and smite his ass, right?”
Cas didn’t even try to hide the fear on his face. He needed Dean to know how dangerous the situation was. “You’ll basically be scouting for a demon that can destroy you beyond my reach.”
“Yeah I get that,” Dean said, turning to face Castiel.
Sam finished packing his backpack and shut the trunk of the Impala.
“I don’t like this plan,” Castiel said, inching closer to Dean so that he was well within his personal space.
“Here’s the thing, Cas,” he said as he put his hands on his shoulders. “Sam and I, we’re hunters. Always have been. We stumble across a steaming pile of supernatural shit we’ve got to take care of it. Look, I don’t like it either, but it’s what we do.”
“I know,” Cas said, putting his hands on Dean’s arms. “It’s why I love you.”
Sam suddenly felt awkward, but at the same time felt incredibly happy for his brother. He uncomfortably glanced up at the sky and half turned away from them to give them some level of privacy.
“Dammit Cas,” Dean said, resting his head against the angel’s. I love you too. “Let’s go kick this demon’s ass.”
A few seconds later the Winchesters took off on Angel Air.