Fic: This Weak and Idle Theme (Gentles, Do Not Reprehend) - Act II (SPN, Dean/Castiel, PG-13)
Title: This Weak and Idle Theme
Author: anoradh
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, unrequited OFC/Dean
Warnings: see master post
Spoilers: see master post
Word Count: ~1275
Author's Notes: see master post
Disclaimer: see master post
Master Post
Act II. Scene I.
Another forest glade.
[Enter, from opposite sides, OBERON and PUCK]
OBERON
How now, mad spirit! Hast thou yet dealt with the intruder as I bid thee?
PUCK
Ay, my lord! I came upon him lying in the open glade at the foot of the mountain, lost in the dreams of enchanted sleep. As he slept a name escaped his ungoverned lips, taking the shape of a lover’s sigh. Clearing his mind of all but his dreams and making those dreams to him assume the shape of truth, I sent him in search of that name’s possessor that his love may distract him from his erstwhile pursuit.
OBERON
Thou hast done well, good Robin. Come now and hasten. We must return ere my queen awakens.
PUCK
Where my lord leads, his servant will follow.
[Exeunt.]
*****
Act II. Scene II.
A forest path.
How the hell were they going to get out of this one? Sam sighed, watching the blond ponytail of the LEO bob with every brisk step she took along the narrow and winding forest path. He had known that asking the local authorities for help had been a bad idea, but they had had no choice. The forests around here were too vast for them to search on their own. They had needed someone who knew the area to help them locate any spots that fit their criteria; on their own, it would have taken them too long. For all they knew, the beings they hunted could already have vanished and if so, the child was certainly lost.
Based on their research, these creatures only appeared about once every decade, at which times they would steal a child and disappear into the forests. The child would invariably be male, preferably with blond hair and blue eyes, as was the case with Billy Roberts. No one quite knew what happened to the child, although there was more lore on the topic than Sam would have been able to learn in a lifetime. All he knew was that as most, if not all, of the children who disappeared remained lost.
Of course, all the information they had came from folklore, as there was no other source. When Sam had first suggested the idea to Dean, his brother had scoffed and told him not to be stupid. He had pointed out the fact that neither of them had ever heard of a hunter who had encountered these creatures or found any evidence that they actually existed. Sam had told Dean not to be so narrow-minded, which had earned him a dirty glare and a violent protest. This had forced Sam to remind Dean that he had said exactly the same thing about angels and they were obviously real; a fact made indisputable by the presence of Dean’s own guardian angel, who had been standing beside him and listening to their argument with a look of curious interest. Of course, Sam had not said this out loud, especially not the "guardian angel" part. He knew that if Dean or Cas ever learned that he was thinking of Cas as belonging to Dean, he would most likely either get smote or punched in the face, depending on who got to him first. Still, considering Dean’s grumbling concession, it was clear that the point had been made.
So here they were, searching for a band of fairies. Despite being the one to have identified the creatures, Sam still wanted to pinch himself every time the thought struck him to make sure that he was not having some ridiculously ludicrous dream. He wondered if he would ever get used to how friggin’ weird their lives were. Every time he thought he’d heard it all, something else would pop up to make him think that there must be someone up there making this up all along, just for the pleasure of seeing their reactions. He felt sure that this someone was laughing his ass off right now, watching them trudge along on what Dean had proclaimed to be their "gayest hunt ever and that includes the fairytale spirit in Maple springs". Come to think of it, he should probably expound on this theory to Dean sometime. If the idea of a divine trickster throwing ever more preposterous and outrageous situations in their path, just to satisfy his own perverse sense of humour, could not convince Dean that God actually existed, then nothing would. Besides, it would only make sense to think that Gabriel must be taking after someone.
Giving himself an internal shake to rid himself of these unhelpful thoughts, Sam threw a glance over his shoulder to look at his brother. Now that Officer Davies’s back was turned to them, there remained no trace of his bright and flirty grin. Dean’s face was dark and brooding. Sam thought he knew what was occupying Dean’s thoughts - or rather who. Cas had not been in contact with them since he had gone on his reconnaissance mission last night and this was not like him. Sure, the angel might sometimes disappear, not to be heard from for days, but not while he was working a case with them and not after he had promised to return quickly. Sam was worried, which meant that Dean must be going out of his mind. Neither of them had any idea how powerful these fairies were or what they were capable of doing, even to a being as powerful as Cas. Still, there was nothing more they could be doing now to help him. Dean had tried calling him several times, but he kept going through to voicemail. All they could hope for was that Officer Davies knew this forest as well as she claimed she did.
Just as he thought this, a slight change in the air and a soft sound, as of the shifting of great wings, made him look round. To his mingled relief and horror, Cas was standing only feet from them. As glad as he was to see that Cas was alright, he knew that there was no way they could explain his sudden appearance to the LEO. If he had thought that they were in trouble before, it had been nothing to the volatility of their current situation.
Dean did not seem to share to his concerns. A look of delight spread across his face as he saw the angel and he opened his mouth to speak, but Cas beat him to it.
"O my Dean, perfect, divine!" he breathed as he walked up to Dean and cupped his face in his hands. "At last I have found thee. I beg of thee never again to bid me part from thy presence, for where thou bidst me, I must go, but every second I spend out of thy company is as an eternity of agony. O my love!"
Sam watched in astonishment as the angel leaned forward and tried to place a kiss on Dean’s lips. He was prevented by Dean’s hands, which rose seemingly of their own volition to stop him, as their owner stared wide-eyed at the all-but-swooning angel. The scene would almost have been amusing, with a red-faced Dean looking like Rudolph the Reindeer caught in the headlights and a pouting Cas apparently baffled that Dean wouldn’t accept his kiss, but for the equally astonished officer exclaiming,
"What the hell is going on here? Where the hell did he come from? Who the hell is he? And why the hell hasn’t anyone sent him the memo that we’ve entered a new millennium, where English actually makes sense?"
Act III.
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