Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: [R] - Welcome To The New Age (10/10)
Title: Welcome To the New Age (10/10)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, violence, blood, death, angst
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics. The title for this arc in the Verse was taken from the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
Summary: Castiel, Dean, and the others cope with the aftermath of the battle.
Word Count: 1,263
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Castiel watched Dean from his position on his medical cot. The other man’s eyes were closed, but Cas knew he wasn’t sleeping. His breathing was too rapid, his heart rate too high, and his jaw too tense.
They were in a makeshift hospital, protected by a force field the Separatist and Republic soldiers had set up together. Now that Roman and his apprentice were dead, the tide had turned in their favor, but the fight wasn’t over. It wouldn’t be for awhile, but for the two of them, rest was required before they could jump back into the fray.
Especially Dean.
He had broken ribs, a concussion, his arm had been shattered in several spots, and his body had various burns all over it from lightsaber wounds. And that explosion had left him bruised, and battered.
And those were only the highlights.
Cas had his own injuries. Bruised ribs, a deep cut across his forehead, and several burns on his arms and legs. But Dean was in far worse shape. Neither of them had felt well enough to attempt force healing, and most of the Jedi capable of it were too busy organizing battles and defenses to heal anything not life threatening.
So for now, they were resting.
Honestly Castiel was more worried about the emotional trauma than the physical. Dean would recover - his arm was in a sling, his ribs wrapped, and his wounds on the mend.
But the loss of Master Harvelle was a blow that Cas knew would take far longer to heal.
He sat up, ignoring the throb in his own skull and ribs, and climbed into Dean’s cot. He moved gently, and took care not to cause any further pain as he laid down on Dean’s good side. Cas placed his head on Dean’s pillow, just breathing in the scent that meant love and safety.
Dean inhaled; his eyes opened, and his head turned. He didn’t smile, but he did press his forehead to Cas’s.
They laid there listening to the sounds of beeping machinery, and medical staff moving too and fro.
After a while Cas said gently, “You know, if she hadn‘t come to our aid, we would have lost. We’d both be dead. She saved us all from Roman.”
Dean licked his dry lips, but said nothing.
“I’m so sorry, Dean.”
Dean blinked, and Cas stroked a piece of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “I only hope you don’t blame yourself. You did everything you could. You warned her, and you put her safety before your own when you asked her to stay behind.”
Dean exhaled. “I don’t blame myself…much,” he breathed. “She set me straight on that before she…”
Cas swallowed. Even as she’d laid dying she’d been a mother, absolving her son, knowing he’d needed that. Dean was so hard on himself; he wanted to protect everyone he loved.
He silently thanked her for that.
“I think she knew, Cas,” Dean said several minutes later.
“Knew what?” Cas asked, his fingers stroking Dean’s cheek.
“That we would die if she didn’t show up. She said you weren’t the only one that had a vision.”
Cas closed his eyes; he knew the burden that caused - how it haunted you.
“She did exactly what you would have done, Dean. She put the people she cared about over her own safety. And you know, she loved you,” Cas added, hoping it wouldn’t upset Dean.
Dean closed his eyes. “ I know.”
He could feel the pain, the grief, and loss Dean was feeling, and he felt helpless. It was hard to know no matter what you said or did, only time would heal this.
“I wish,” Cas started, unsure what exactly he wanted to say. “I wish there was more I could do, say, I -”
Dean leaned in and kissed him. “Just…“ he glanced down, then back up, and he inhaled almost nervously “just be here,” he whispered.
Cas felt his heart clench, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to Dean‘s ear. “I’m not going anywhere,” Cas said, as he carefully placed his hand over Dean’s heart.
*****
Anna found her Master lying with the man he loved. They were both sleeping, and seeing them alive, and safe, it was a soothing balm to the day she’d had.
She kept her steps light as she grabbed a chair and sat down on the side of the bed, closest to where Castiel was sleeping. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Rest. I’ll watch over you,” she breathed, and he made a small contented sound in his sleep.
She sat back down, and just enjoyed being in the company of those she loved.
A few minutes later, Sam came in, he was being helped by Bobby. His wound hadn’t been too severe, but he wasn’t supposed to be moving around yet.
Anna wasn’t going to rat him out; she would have done the same thing.
Bobby got them both a chair, and Sam sat down gingerly. His hand touched Dean’s shoulder briefly, before he nodded to her, and settled back against the seat.
Anna watched Bobby sit down; he was good at hiding his emotions, but she could see the pain at the corners of his eyes, and a tightening of his jaw. Anna knew Ellen’s death was hard for him, but he was keeping it to himself. They all grieved in different ways; she understood that.
She gave him a small smile; he returned it.
That was a start.
*****
Cas stood close to Dean; silent, and supportive. They were both wearing their robes. The hoods were up, and their heads were slightly angled downward in respect. Castiel could see the reflection of the flames in Dean’s eyes, as he watched Ellen’s body burn on the pyre.
Cas took his hand; Dean interlaced their fingers.
She had been lain out in her own robes, and many of the remaining Jedi who weren’t out fighting were in attendance. Including Jedi Master Crowley, who was standing on the other side of Anna. Cas noticed them nod at each other; Crowley even gave her a tired smile.
Sam was standing on the other side of Dean.
Cas was glad they’d decided to do this. There was still much to do, but this had been important. Dean had needed it, they all had.
After things calmed down, there would need to be a ceremony for all the fallen, but for now, they could do this for Ellen.
She had given all so that they could live.
“She was the best of us,” Crowley said softly, and for once there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm, or spite in his words.
Dean turned towards him, as did Cas.
He nodded at them, sincerity in his dark eyes.
“Yes. She was,” Dean replied, as he nodded back at the older Jedi.
Bobby walked up to the flames; he placed a bouquet of flowers at the base of the pyre. He stood there, watching for several minutes, and Cas wanted to say something, but somehow he knew - Bobby wouldn’t want that.
Not right now.
The older man walked away, and vanished into the crowd.
Anna sniffed, and wiped at her face.
Crowley rested a hand on Anna’s shoulder.
It warmed Cas’s heart.
Ellen would have been proud of how the Jedi that were left were banding together, even those that had once disliked each other.
He squeezed Dean’s hand, and leaned his head on his shoulder, as they watched the flames.
A/N: I'm sure you've all realized things are wrapping up in this verse. The final part should be up Saturday or Sunday as I actually have some days off of work.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always appreciated.
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, violence, blood, death, angst
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics. The title for this arc in the Verse was taken from the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
Summary: Castiel, Dean, and the others cope with the aftermath of the battle.
Word Count: 1,263
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Castiel watched Dean from his position on his medical cot. The other man’s eyes were closed, but Cas knew he wasn’t sleeping. His breathing was too rapid, his heart rate too high, and his jaw too tense.
They were in a makeshift hospital, protected by a force field the Separatist and Republic soldiers had set up together. Now that Roman and his apprentice were dead, the tide had turned in their favor, but the fight wasn’t over. It wouldn’t be for awhile, but for the two of them, rest was required before they could jump back into the fray.
Especially Dean.
He had broken ribs, a concussion, his arm had been shattered in several spots, and his body had various burns all over it from lightsaber wounds. And that explosion had left him bruised, and battered.
And those were only the highlights.
Cas had his own injuries. Bruised ribs, a deep cut across his forehead, and several burns on his arms and legs. But Dean was in far worse shape. Neither of them had felt well enough to attempt force healing, and most of the Jedi capable of it were too busy organizing battles and defenses to heal anything not life threatening.
So for now, they were resting.
Honestly Castiel was more worried about the emotional trauma than the physical. Dean would recover - his arm was in a sling, his ribs wrapped, and his wounds on the mend.
But the loss of Master Harvelle was a blow that Cas knew would take far longer to heal.
He sat up, ignoring the throb in his own skull and ribs, and climbed into Dean’s cot. He moved gently, and took care not to cause any further pain as he laid down on Dean’s good side. Cas placed his head on Dean’s pillow, just breathing in the scent that meant love and safety.
Dean inhaled; his eyes opened, and his head turned. He didn’t smile, but he did press his forehead to Cas’s.
They laid there listening to the sounds of beeping machinery, and medical staff moving too and fro.
After a while Cas said gently, “You know, if she hadn‘t come to our aid, we would have lost. We’d both be dead. She saved us all from Roman.”
Dean licked his dry lips, but said nothing.
“I’m so sorry, Dean.”
Dean blinked, and Cas stroked a piece of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “I only hope you don’t blame yourself. You did everything you could. You warned her, and you put her safety before your own when you asked her to stay behind.”
Dean exhaled. “I don’t blame myself…much,” he breathed. “She set me straight on that before she…”
Cas swallowed. Even as she’d laid dying she’d been a mother, absolving her son, knowing he’d needed that. Dean was so hard on himself; he wanted to protect everyone he loved.
He silently thanked her for that.
“I think she knew, Cas,” Dean said several minutes later.
“Knew what?” Cas asked, his fingers stroking Dean’s cheek.
“That we would die if she didn’t show up. She said you weren’t the only one that had a vision.”
Cas closed his eyes; he knew the burden that caused - how it haunted you.
“She did exactly what you would have done, Dean. She put the people she cared about over her own safety. And you know, she loved you,” Cas added, hoping it wouldn’t upset Dean.
Dean closed his eyes. “ I know.”
He could feel the pain, the grief, and loss Dean was feeling, and he felt helpless. It was hard to know no matter what you said or did, only time would heal this.
“I wish,” Cas started, unsure what exactly he wanted to say. “I wish there was more I could do, say, I -”
Dean leaned in and kissed him. “Just…“ he glanced down, then back up, and he inhaled almost nervously “just be here,” he whispered.
Cas felt his heart clench, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to Dean‘s ear. “I’m not going anywhere,” Cas said, as he carefully placed his hand over Dean’s heart.
*****
Anna found her Master lying with the man he loved. They were both sleeping, and seeing them alive, and safe, it was a soothing balm to the day she’d had.
She kept her steps light as she grabbed a chair and sat down on the side of the bed, closest to where Castiel was sleeping. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Rest. I’ll watch over you,” she breathed, and he made a small contented sound in his sleep.
She sat back down, and just enjoyed being in the company of those she loved.
A few minutes later, Sam came in, he was being helped by Bobby. His wound hadn’t been too severe, but he wasn’t supposed to be moving around yet.
Anna wasn’t going to rat him out; she would have done the same thing.
Bobby got them both a chair, and Sam sat down gingerly. His hand touched Dean’s shoulder briefly, before he nodded to her, and settled back against the seat.
Anna watched Bobby sit down; he was good at hiding his emotions, but she could see the pain at the corners of his eyes, and a tightening of his jaw. Anna knew Ellen’s death was hard for him, but he was keeping it to himself. They all grieved in different ways; she understood that.
She gave him a small smile; he returned it.
That was a start.
*****
Cas stood close to Dean; silent, and supportive. They were both wearing their robes. The hoods were up, and their heads were slightly angled downward in respect. Castiel could see the reflection of the flames in Dean’s eyes, as he watched Ellen’s body burn on the pyre.
Cas took his hand; Dean interlaced their fingers.
She had been lain out in her own robes, and many of the remaining Jedi who weren’t out fighting were in attendance. Including Jedi Master Crowley, who was standing on the other side of Anna. Cas noticed them nod at each other; Crowley even gave her a tired smile.
Sam was standing on the other side of Dean.
Cas was glad they’d decided to do this. There was still much to do, but this had been important. Dean had needed it, they all had.
After things calmed down, there would need to be a ceremony for all the fallen, but for now, they could do this for Ellen.
She had given all so that they could live.
“She was the best of us,” Crowley said softly, and for once there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm, or spite in his words.
Dean turned towards him, as did Cas.
He nodded at them, sincerity in his dark eyes.
“Yes. She was,” Dean replied, as he nodded back at the older Jedi.
Bobby walked up to the flames; he placed a bouquet of flowers at the base of the pyre. He stood there, watching for several minutes, and Cas wanted to say something, but somehow he knew - Bobby wouldn’t want that.
Not right now.
The older man walked away, and vanished into the crowd.
Anna sniffed, and wiped at her face.
Crowley rested a hand on Anna’s shoulder.
It warmed Cas’s heart.
Ellen would have been proud of how the Jedi that were left were banding together, even those that had once disliked each other.
He squeezed Dean’s hand, and leaned his head on his shoulder, as they watched the flames.
A/N: I'm sure you've all realized things are wrapping up in this verse. The final part should be up Saturday or Sunday as I actually have some days off of work.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always appreciated.