Fic: Everyone Leaves 4/9
Title: Everyone Leaves (Part 4)
Rating:M (barely)
Summary: Dean's having a hard time denying his emotions and it doesn't look good. He's going to need a miracle to get through this and hopefully end up whole again. Destiel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit.
When Dean wakes up it's only 8:30 he grumbles to himself about needing to explain to Cas the difference between human's and angel's interpretation of the word 'long' until he realizes that it's 8:30 the next day and he makes a mental note to thank his helpful little angel.
And, shit, there it is again. He doesn't know how long he's been referring to Cas as 'his'. Maybe it's been a long time and he's only now realizing it now but he doubts it. He's pretty damn sure it started around the same time that all these, unbidden, unwanted and, fuck it all, undeniable thoughts and dreams started.
It started innocent enough (Dean knows this is a cliché but he's talking to himself, so who's gonna begrudge him some literary lapses?) Dean was driving his baby down a long, amazingly boring stretch of highway from Texas to Tennessee (Dean loves trees as much as the next guy, so long as the next guy's a lumberjack); it's a two day drive (well, day and a half if Dean's driving) and they're 5 hours into it. Sam has spent the last two hours switching between sleep with snores so loud that even with the radio turned up all the way he still couldn't hear his Zep (maybe Crowley was right and Sam is a moose. Do mooses hibernate? And is mooses a word? Anyway…) and waking up and bitching at Dean about the music being too loud.
Needless to say, Dean's pissed and bored out of his skull so he let's his mind drift to happier memories. The first thing he thinks of is Cas chowing down on White Castle likes it's going out of style or maybe out of business but that memory leads to images of Cas eating raw beef (even Dean was put off burgers for a while) and Sammy's face covered in demon blood.
He makes sure the next memory is entirely happy before he lets himself revisit it. It's the time he brought Cas to the whorehouse, the terrified look in his eyes as "Chastity" (Dean still chuckles quietly at the name) led him to some room in the back, only to come out screaming minutes later.
Dean's been thrown out of a lot of places, mostly bars where he started fights but that was the most fun he'd ever had running from a bouncer. Having a good laugh for the first time in years. And then he thinks of all the fun he's had with Cas, gently mocking the guy's entire lack of pop culture references and virginity, purposely try to get Cas to make his head-tilty-I'm-confused look which Dean admits is completely adorable but insist that it's only cute in the way Sam's sad puppy eyes are (and Cas's sad puppy eyes give even Sam's a run for their money.) He's still thinking about Cas when, speak of the angel, the guy appears in the back seat with his usual gruff "Hello Dean." to which Dean responds with his usual, jump-so-high-he-nearly-hits-his-head-on-the-roof and accompanying "What the fuck Cas, how many times to I have to explain the human nervous system to you?"
Cas gives Dean the look that absolutely does not make his heart flutter. "Dean, I am well versed in all human anatomy." Dean sighs "I mean the shock-makes-people-jump part." Cas looks slightly embarrassed. He might even be blushing but it's difficult to tell with all that scruff. "Oh, yes. My apologies." Dean chuckles "Don't sweat it man, just remember to give a warning next time." Cas nods his head even though they both know he'll forget.
"So what's up Cas? Gotta job for us? Hopefully somewhere near so I can get off this god-forsaken highway." "My father has not forsaken this-"Dean cuts him off, "Human expression, Cas." "Oh" Cas nods his head gravely and then seems to get lost in thought. After a while Dean feels compelled to remind the angel that that he's around people who find silences awkward. "Cas?" Cas looks at him, lost, "is there any reason you're gracing us with your presence?" Cas gives a tiny smile at what he thinks is a compliment about his grace before the meaning of the question hits him and now he's definitely blushing and rubbing the back of his neck in a very human gesture of embarrassment. The angel treads carefully, "Not…particularly. I just felt like," he air quotes, "hanging out." Dean breaks out in a big grin that somewhat diminishes Cas' blush. "That's cool. You're getting the hang of air quotes."
Cas inquires quietly "You don't mind spending time with me when I'm not helping out on a hunt?" "Not that you aren't a huge help in a hunt," Cas glows a little at the compliment, which gives Dean a swelling feeling in his chest that he will deny to his dying day, "but you don't need a reason to spend time with me…us." he quickly corrects. "It's nice that the world doesn't have to be ending for you to want to hang out."
Dean and Cas smiled at each other for a moment before Sam makes sure that he gets his "cock-blocker of the day" award. He breaks out in a huge snore that ends with a snort so loud he wakes himself up. Out of pure habit he bitches at Dean "Turn the music do…Cas?"
Cas looks at Sam very seriously "Do you have a chest cold Sam?" Dean laughs "I told you that you snore Sammy. You may not believe me but you gotta believe Cas. Angels don't lie." Sam gives Dean a "What the fuck, dude?" look. "Angels have been lying to us from the moment we met them." Dean gets defensive "Not Cas. Every other angel may be a dick with wings, Cas is cool."
Both men look at Dean in shock. Cas is the first to break the silence. He quietly asks "I'm…cool?" Dean looks slightly uncomfortable. "In your own, nerd-angel-holy-tax-accountant way, yeah, you're pretty damn awesome." Cas looks like he's literally puffing his chest out with pride while Sam continues to look at Dean with a slack-jawed faced before he manages to raise his jaw from the floor and asks Cas, "Why are you here Cas? Need some help or-"Dean cuts him off "He just felt like hanging out with us." Sam looks back at Cas "Seriously?" Cas nods his head solemnly but the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that his chest actually is puffed out. Dean thinks about making a 'pride is a sin, but not my favorite one' joke but he doubts that Cas would appreciate it.
Since that day a little more than two weeks ago Cas has been spending a lot more time with the Winchesters which is why Dean really should have expected a gruff "Good morning, Dean." But sometimes even hunters senses can get dulled for a moment, leading to Dean almost jumping out of his skin again before returning a sleepy "Morning, Cas." He look for his friend and doesn't find him sitting on the couch like he usually would be, but instead he's sitting stiff backed against the headboard on the other half of his queen bed.
Rating:M (barely)
Summary: Dean's having a hard time denying his emotions and it doesn't look good. He's going to need a miracle to get through this and hopefully end up whole again. Destiel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit.
When Dean wakes up it's only 8:30 he grumbles to himself about needing to explain to Cas the difference between human's and angel's interpretation of the word 'long' until he realizes that it's 8:30 the next day and he makes a mental note to thank his helpful little angel.
And, shit, there it is again. He doesn't know how long he's been referring to Cas as 'his'. Maybe it's been a long time and he's only now realizing it now but he doubts it. He's pretty damn sure it started around the same time that all these, unbidden, unwanted and, fuck it all, undeniable thoughts and dreams started.
It started innocent enough (Dean knows this is a cliché but he's talking to himself, so who's gonna begrudge him some literary lapses?) Dean was driving his baby down a long, amazingly boring stretch of highway from Texas to Tennessee (Dean loves trees as much as the next guy, so long as the next guy's a lumberjack); it's a two day drive (well, day and a half if Dean's driving) and they're 5 hours into it. Sam has spent the last two hours switching between sleep with snores so loud that even with the radio turned up all the way he still couldn't hear his Zep (maybe Crowley was right and Sam is a moose. Do mooses hibernate? And is mooses a word? Anyway…) and waking up and bitching at Dean about the music being too loud.
Needless to say, Dean's pissed and bored out of his skull so he let's his mind drift to happier memories. The first thing he thinks of is Cas chowing down on White Castle likes it's going out of style or maybe out of business but that memory leads to images of Cas eating raw beef (even Dean was put off burgers for a while) and Sammy's face covered in demon blood.
He makes sure the next memory is entirely happy before he lets himself revisit it. It's the time he brought Cas to the whorehouse, the terrified look in his eyes as "Chastity" (Dean still chuckles quietly at the name) led him to some room in the back, only to come out screaming minutes later.
Dean's been thrown out of a lot of places, mostly bars where he started fights but that was the most fun he'd ever had running from a bouncer. Having a good laugh for the first time in years. And then he thinks of all the fun he's had with Cas, gently mocking the guy's entire lack of pop culture references and virginity, purposely try to get Cas to make his head-tilty-I'm-confused look which Dean admits is completely adorable but insist that it's only cute in the way Sam's sad puppy eyes are (and Cas's sad puppy eyes give even Sam's a run for their money.) He's still thinking about Cas when, speak of the angel, the guy appears in the back seat with his usual gruff "Hello Dean." to which Dean responds with his usual, jump-so-high-he-nearly-hits-his-head-on-the-roof and accompanying "What the fuck Cas, how many times to I have to explain the human nervous system to you?"
Cas gives Dean the look that absolutely does not make his heart flutter. "Dean, I am well versed in all human anatomy." Dean sighs "I mean the shock-makes-people-jump part." Cas looks slightly embarrassed. He might even be blushing but it's difficult to tell with all that scruff. "Oh, yes. My apologies." Dean chuckles "Don't sweat it man, just remember to give a warning next time." Cas nods his head even though they both know he'll forget.
"So what's up Cas? Gotta job for us? Hopefully somewhere near so I can get off this god-forsaken highway." "My father has not forsaken this-"Dean cuts him off, "Human expression, Cas." "Oh" Cas nods his head gravely and then seems to get lost in thought. After a while Dean feels compelled to remind the angel that that he's around people who find silences awkward. "Cas?" Cas looks at him, lost, "is there any reason you're gracing us with your presence?" Cas gives a tiny smile at what he thinks is a compliment about his grace before the meaning of the question hits him and now he's definitely blushing and rubbing the back of his neck in a very human gesture of embarrassment. The angel treads carefully, "Not…particularly. I just felt like," he air quotes, "hanging out." Dean breaks out in a big grin that somewhat diminishes Cas' blush. "That's cool. You're getting the hang of air quotes."
Cas inquires quietly "You don't mind spending time with me when I'm not helping out on a hunt?" "Not that you aren't a huge help in a hunt," Cas glows a little at the compliment, which gives Dean a swelling feeling in his chest that he will deny to his dying day, "but you don't need a reason to spend time with me…us." he quickly corrects. "It's nice that the world doesn't have to be ending for you to want to hang out."
Dean and Cas smiled at each other for a moment before Sam makes sure that he gets his "cock-blocker of the day" award. He breaks out in a huge snore that ends with a snort so loud he wakes himself up. Out of pure habit he bitches at Dean "Turn the music do…Cas?"
Cas looks at Sam very seriously "Do you have a chest cold Sam?" Dean laughs "I told you that you snore Sammy. You may not believe me but you gotta believe Cas. Angels don't lie." Sam gives Dean a "What the fuck, dude?" look. "Angels have been lying to us from the moment we met them." Dean gets defensive "Not Cas. Every other angel may be a dick with wings, Cas is cool."
Both men look at Dean in shock. Cas is the first to break the silence. He quietly asks "I'm…cool?" Dean looks slightly uncomfortable. "In your own, nerd-angel-holy-tax-accountant way, yeah, you're pretty damn awesome." Cas looks like he's literally puffing his chest out with pride while Sam continues to look at Dean with a slack-jawed faced before he manages to raise his jaw from the floor and asks Cas, "Why are you here Cas? Need some help or-"Dean cuts him off "He just felt like hanging out with us." Sam looks back at Cas "Seriously?" Cas nods his head solemnly but the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that his chest actually is puffed out. Dean thinks about making a 'pride is a sin, but not my favorite one' joke but he doubts that Cas would appreciate it.
Since that day a little more than two weeks ago Cas has been spending a lot more time with the Winchesters which is why Dean really should have expected a gruff "Good morning, Dean." But sometimes even hunters senses can get dulled for a moment, leading to Dean almost jumping out of his skin again before returning a sleepy "Morning, Cas." He look for his friend and doesn't find him sitting on the couch like he usually would be, but instead he's sitting stiff backed against the headboard on the other half of his queen bed.