Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Avoidance Tactics (PG-13)
Title: Avoidance Tactics
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars
Pairing: Dean/Castiel ( blatant pre-slash)
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a dangerous attraction to each other.
Summary: He was passing the door to the temple’s very own greenhouse when something made him stop. He paused - reaching out with the force; a familiar presence tickled the back of his senses. Castiel. Dean shook his head; and told himself the smart thing to do was keep walking. As if he ever did the ‘smart’ thing.
Word Count: 1,309
Link to the Masterpost
This takes place after Practice makes Perfect
Dean sighed, as he strode up the temple steps. He’d just returned from a mission in the outer rim, and he was tired, hungry, and not in the mood for anything other than his bed.
He lived near the temple, in a small room above a restaurant. It wasn’t much, but he was friends with the owner; a female Twi’lek named Kinsa ’teksa. She hadn’t wanted to spend her life dancing in some dirty cantina, so she’d opened a diner, and had never looked back. Dean had rescued her daughter from a bounty hunter a few years ago, and she’d offered him somewhere to live in return.
He’d taken it - the place had the best pie on the planet. Maybe even the galaxy.
Unfortunately, he had to report to the Jedi Council before he could collapse into the bliss that was sleep.
He trudged along, nodding half-heartedly to several Jedi as they walked past.
He was passing the door to the temple’s very own greenhouse when something made him stop. He paused, reaching out with the force; a familiar presence tickled the back of his senses.
Castiel.
Ever since their last sparring session the Jedi Master had been avoiding him as if he was covered in dwang, and smelled worse than bantha fodder. He knew he’d probably been out of line, but Cas just had that effect on him. Something about that man, just made him want to keep pushing ahead even when he knew it was foolish, and possibly dangerous if the Jedi Master reported him.
He just felt drawn to him…connected even.
Dean shook his head; and told himself the smart thing to do was keep walking.
As if he ever did the ‘smart’ thing.
He quietly stepped through the door;, the sound of running water enveloped him. The order took meditation very seriously; another area Dean failed at being a proper Jedi. The area was designed to promote relaxation. A stream was built into the space, grass, plants, and even various trees from several other planets decorated the large area.
If you woke up in the room of a thousand fountains you would never know you were in the Jedi Temple.
Dean followed the stone walkway, and soon found Jedi Master Castiel sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, eyes closed, and breathing deeply under a tall tree, with a canopy of leaves at its peak.
A circle of rocks surrounded him.
Three of them were floating in the air around the master.
Dean watched in silence.
He would never admit it out loud, but Cas was beautiful.
He found his gaze drawn to the Jedi’s lips, which always seemed slightly chapped. His jaw was relaxed, mouth parted just enough to make Dean think about how it might feel if he slid his tongue inside. If Cas would panic, or if he would respond in kind.
Dean figured under that cool, collected exterior there had to be an ocean of passion and need just waiting for someone to unleash.
“Did you need something, Jedi Knight Winchester?”
Dean barely managed to suppress a manly twitch of surprise.
Of course Cas had known he was there - there was no sneaking up on him. He should have learned that by now.
And how formal we were being today.
That was actually encouraging.
Considering the enormous effort the Jedi Master had been making to avoid him - he must have really gotten under Cas’s skin.
They hadn’t even spoken for almost a month.
Of course that could just mean Cas thought he was a sleemo.
Nah. He was way to charming for that.
Cas opened his eyes.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing Jedi Master Castiel.”
Cas raised an eyebrow, surprise passing over his handsome features, before he allowed the rocks to lower to the floor. He dusted his pants off, and rose to full height. “I’m…fine.” The rough timber of his voice sent chills down Dean’s spine, but he still noticed Cas’s tone had been full of unspoken questions.
Dean decided to answer at least one.
“I was worried you might still be sore from our last dance.” Dean smiled, unable to stop his eyes from softening, and his tone from lowering.
They had a mind of their own.
Cas’s blue orbs widened, then narrowed, as his posture stiffened.
Images of doing other things to Castiel’s firm ass besides smacking it with a practice saber teased his imagination.
“I assure you, that is not the case.” His tone was finite, calm, but with an edge of emotion that Dean rarely heard.
Cas started to walk past him.
Dean didn’t think, he reacted, reaching out and grabbing his forearm. “Cas, wait.”
Dean saw, no, he felt unease, and anxiety coming off the Jedi, and he immediately felt a twinge of regret as the man‘s muscles bunched under his touch.
He backed off, letting go, and taking a step away. He kept a gentle smile in place, and raised his hands apologetically. “Sorry. I just thought maybe we could do it again soon.”
Cas eyed him uncertainly, but he could feel him wavering - there was an underlying current of excitement hovering around the Jedi Master.
“I promise no more cheap shots,” he added, his voice warm, and sincere.
Cas’s face relaxed, and he actually returned the smile.
That did funny things to Dean’s insides, pleasant, but strange.
All the various partners he’d taken to bed, none of them had made him feel like a youngling again, about to take his first combat lesson.
“That would be acceptable.” Cas watched him steadily. “I do find you to be quite a challenge.”
Dean knew he was beaming like a Padawan who’d just been praised by his Master. “Same here.”
He took a chance, and stepped a bit closer again. “And I do love a challenge.”
Cas held his ground, and didn’t look away, but Dean noticed him swallow, hard. After several moments, Cas gave him a shy, tiny smile and nodded. “Don’t you have an appointment with the council?” he almost whispered.
Dean blinked. “Uhhh, yeah.” He smacked his lips together. “You been keeping tabs on me?” he teased, keeping his face gentle, knowing he had to tread carefully.
Cas’s cheeks tinged red, and he glanced down, his fingers plucking the fabric of his tunic. “I knew you were on assignment,” his gaze returned to Dean. “I overheard Master Crowley mentioning your return.”
Dean chuckled. “I’m sure he’s been waiting with baited breath for my report.”
Cas gave him a knowing glance.
Crowley rubbed Dean the wrong way; the man always seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the starship.
Maybe one day, they might start to get along.
Yeah, when it snowed on Tatooine.
“Guess I’ll get going.” Dean cracked his stiff neck; warp-lag was the worst. “Don’t want to keep them waiting.”
Cas gave a slight incline of his head.
Dean turned, and started back down the path.
“Dean,” Cas said, his tone hesitant.
Dean, paused, and looked back.
“I am glad you made it back safely.” His tone was almost vulnerable, as if he weren’t sure if he’d said the right thing; as if he were waiting for Dean to tell him to get lost.
Dean swallowed down his surprise, maybe he didn’t annoy the Jedi Master as much as he’d originally thought. “Thanks. Me too.” He started to walk away, then took another risk. “And Cas, don’t be a stranger this time.”
The words hung in the air, a question, and a request all at once.
Several heartbeats passed.
“I won’t.” Cas replied, his tone calm again, controlled.
But this time, Dean could see through it. As he headed towards the meeting, a smile on his lips, he couldn’t help but wonder what the future might bring.
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars
Pairing: Dean/Castiel ( blatant pre-slash)
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a dangerous attraction to each other.
Summary: He was passing the door to the temple’s very own greenhouse when something made him stop. He paused - reaching out with the force; a familiar presence tickled the back of his senses. Castiel. Dean shook his head; and told himself the smart thing to do was keep walking. As if he ever did the ‘smart’ thing.
Word Count: 1,309
Link to the Masterpost
This takes place after Practice makes Perfect
Dean sighed, as he strode up the temple steps. He’d just returned from a mission in the outer rim, and he was tired, hungry, and not in the mood for anything other than his bed.
He lived near the temple, in a small room above a restaurant. It wasn’t much, but he was friends with the owner; a female Twi’lek named Kinsa ’teksa. She hadn’t wanted to spend her life dancing in some dirty cantina, so she’d opened a diner, and had never looked back. Dean had rescued her daughter from a bounty hunter a few years ago, and she’d offered him somewhere to live in return.
He’d taken it - the place had the best pie on the planet. Maybe even the galaxy.
Unfortunately, he had to report to the Jedi Council before he could collapse into the bliss that was sleep.
He trudged along, nodding half-heartedly to several Jedi as they walked past.
He was passing the door to the temple’s very own greenhouse when something made him stop. He paused, reaching out with the force; a familiar presence tickled the back of his senses.
Castiel.
Ever since their last sparring session the Jedi Master had been avoiding him as if he was covered in dwang, and smelled worse than bantha fodder. He knew he’d probably been out of line, but Cas just had that effect on him. Something about that man, just made him want to keep pushing ahead even when he knew it was foolish, and possibly dangerous if the Jedi Master reported him.
He just felt drawn to him…connected even.
Dean shook his head; and told himself the smart thing to do was keep walking.
As if he ever did the ‘smart’ thing.
He quietly stepped through the door;, the sound of running water enveloped him. The order took meditation very seriously; another area Dean failed at being a proper Jedi. The area was designed to promote relaxation. A stream was built into the space, grass, plants, and even various trees from several other planets decorated the large area.
If you woke up in the room of a thousand fountains you would never know you were in the Jedi Temple.
Dean followed the stone walkway, and soon found Jedi Master Castiel sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, eyes closed, and breathing deeply under a tall tree, with a canopy of leaves at its peak.
A circle of rocks surrounded him.
Three of them were floating in the air around the master.
Dean watched in silence.
He would never admit it out loud, but Cas was beautiful.
He found his gaze drawn to the Jedi’s lips, which always seemed slightly chapped. His jaw was relaxed, mouth parted just enough to make Dean think about how it might feel if he slid his tongue inside. If Cas would panic, or if he would respond in kind.
Dean figured under that cool, collected exterior there had to be an ocean of passion and need just waiting for someone to unleash.
“Did you need something, Jedi Knight Winchester?”
Dean barely managed to suppress a manly twitch of surprise.
Of course Cas had known he was there - there was no sneaking up on him. He should have learned that by now.
And how formal we were being today.
That was actually encouraging.
Considering the enormous effort the Jedi Master had been making to avoid him - he must have really gotten under Cas’s skin.
They hadn’t even spoken for almost a month.
Of course that could just mean Cas thought he was a sleemo.
Nah. He was way to charming for that.
Cas opened his eyes.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing Jedi Master Castiel.”
Cas raised an eyebrow, surprise passing over his handsome features, before he allowed the rocks to lower to the floor. He dusted his pants off, and rose to full height. “I’m…fine.” The rough timber of his voice sent chills down Dean’s spine, but he still noticed Cas’s tone had been full of unspoken questions.
Dean decided to answer at least one.
“I was worried you might still be sore from our last dance.” Dean smiled, unable to stop his eyes from softening, and his tone from lowering.
They had a mind of their own.
Cas’s blue orbs widened, then narrowed, as his posture stiffened.
Images of doing other things to Castiel’s firm ass besides smacking it with a practice saber teased his imagination.
“I assure you, that is not the case.” His tone was finite, calm, but with an edge of emotion that Dean rarely heard.
Cas started to walk past him.
Dean didn’t think, he reacted, reaching out and grabbing his forearm. “Cas, wait.”
Dean saw, no, he felt unease, and anxiety coming off the Jedi, and he immediately felt a twinge of regret as the man‘s muscles bunched under his touch.
He backed off, letting go, and taking a step away. He kept a gentle smile in place, and raised his hands apologetically. “Sorry. I just thought maybe we could do it again soon.”
Cas eyed him uncertainly, but he could feel him wavering - there was an underlying current of excitement hovering around the Jedi Master.
“I promise no more cheap shots,” he added, his voice warm, and sincere.
Cas’s face relaxed, and he actually returned the smile.
That did funny things to Dean’s insides, pleasant, but strange.
All the various partners he’d taken to bed, none of them had made him feel like a youngling again, about to take his first combat lesson.
“That would be acceptable.” Cas watched him steadily. “I do find you to be quite a challenge.”
Dean knew he was beaming like a Padawan who’d just been praised by his Master. “Same here.”
He took a chance, and stepped a bit closer again. “And I do love a challenge.”
Cas held his ground, and didn’t look away, but Dean noticed him swallow, hard. After several moments, Cas gave him a shy, tiny smile and nodded. “Don’t you have an appointment with the council?” he almost whispered.
Dean blinked. “Uhhh, yeah.” He smacked his lips together. “You been keeping tabs on me?” he teased, keeping his face gentle, knowing he had to tread carefully.
Cas’s cheeks tinged red, and he glanced down, his fingers plucking the fabric of his tunic. “I knew you were on assignment,” his gaze returned to Dean. “I overheard Master Crowley mentioning your return.”
Dean chuckled. “I’m sure he’s been waiting with baited breath for my report.”
Cas gave him a knowing glance.
Crowley rubbed Dean the wrong way; the man always seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the starship.
Maybe one day, they might start to get along.
Yeah, when it snowed on Tatooine.
“Guess I’ll get going.” Dean cracked his stiff neck; warp-lag was the worst. “Don’t want to keep them waiting.”
Cas gave a slight incline of his head.
Dean turned, and started back down the path.
“Dean,” Cas said, his tone hesitant.
Dean, paused, and looked back.
“I am glad you made it back safely.” His tone was almost vulnerable, as if he weren’t sure if he’d said the right thing; as if he were waiting for Dean to tell him to get lost.
Dean swallowed down his surprise, maybe he didn’t annoy the Jedi Master as much as he’d originally thought. “Thanks. Me too.” He started to walk away, then took another risk. “And Cas, don’t be a stranger this time.”
The words hung in the air, a question, and a request all at once.
Several heartbeats passed.
“I won’t.” Cas replied, his tone calm again, controlled.
But this time, Dean could see through it. As he headed towards the meeting, a smile on his lips, he couldn’t help but wonder what the future might bring.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved; if you enjoyed this, i'd love to know :)