Man in my dreams 2/?
Author: clarawincest
Pairing: Sassy~ Not yet though...so Pre-Sassy~
Rating: G for now Nc-17 Later
Spoilers: Not really...but I dont think I'll go in season 6
Word count: 1544
Warnings: Me writing, my bad english...I dont have a Beta and some Dean-diva reaction
Summary: Castiel always feels like it's his job to analyse the Winchesters, but when he searches deeper into Sam, something isn't right and everything goes downhill from here...
Chapter summary: Discovery
First Chapter: http://sassy-otp.livejournal.com/106410.html#cutid1
A/N: Sorry for such a delay between chapters... Hope you'll like this one! And dont be shy... Critics are good... But no flame-throwers... Thank you :3
DEAN’S POV
Two days…It has been two days since Cas left us for no reasons. Called him over and over and still no news of him. We’re in the car, velvety road rolling under my baby, the night chilling our hot bodies and ok, I’m not a poet, but damn, it’s hot like balls in here. Anyway, we’re going to that forest, armed with our trusted weapons…not like certain persons, you can count on ‘em. Oh yeah, I’m talking to you, Sammy. You really think I don’t see what’s going on? Being all fidgety like that, jumping out of your skin every occasion you’ve got. What’s going on in that thick skull of yours? Still thinking about demon blood? Ruby? The Apocalypse? I hope you do, ‘cuz I didn’t throw the amulet for nothing. Hmph. Stupid little brothers with their stupid little ideas…He really is a child: Don’t touch that, Sammy…Don’t run or you’ll get hurt, Sammy…YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THAT IF YOU STILL WANT TO BE ALIVE ,YOUNG MAN!....Ahhhh These were great moments…when we were young…when I still had some sort of authority. I saw his face when I dropped it, the hurt crawling painfully on his traits, but I hope he had his lesson. Do you know how it feels now? Being betrayed by family? Your own blood and flesh? I’m freaking desperate here, Sammy… I’m tired…so tired of running in circles to get your ass out of trouble. Maybe you went to Stanford, but I can swear that your brain isn’t 100% working with you sometimes. Well, ok, 10%, but that’s not the point. Remember when we were looking up at the stars and how you wished one would fall in your palm so you could keep it in your pocket? Do you remember these innocent days when we were just that…brothers? Of course you don’t, you were just a toddler back then…I know you’re in there, Sammy, I see you every time you take a look at the skies and still pretend there’s something up there that will save us. The Moon always created a semblance of awe inside you. Someplace you can evade to, create your own stories from scratch. I know you’re still in there little brother…You’ll come back to me…Eventually.
Bah, no time for sentimental shit, we have some monsters to burst. I take another look at Sam and he’s not with me, staring up…always up, especially on a full Moon. I put some Metallica on to calm the atmosphere ‘cuz I can cut the tension with my machete in here…and we’re only two! Imagine if we were more, I think we’ll drown in it.
Stupid little brothers for making me a damn girl…
We’re in. The trees are almost looming over us, branches slapping us in the face, I cursed and Sam seems greatly amused by that. With the flashlight giving us a semblance of brightness, I managed to not trip over too many roots so I guess I’m doing well.
-Hey, Dean! I heard a hushed voice
Sam? When did he get in front of me?
-I think I found it…
I swing the light to the padlock he was holding in his gigantic hand of his and nodded so he could pick it.
-Do your thing, Harry Potter
Sammy stopped and chuckled:
-Its kinda surprising that you, out of everybody else, know something about Harry Potter…
I sighed
-Whatever, just do it…
Stupid little brothers and their geekiness. Is that even a word? Anyway. SO! We got in, guns ready to bite some werewolves’ asses when I saw a bloodied furred body then another and another and another and Cas and…wait What?
- Cas? What the hell, man?
And honest to God, he seemed confused:
- You requested my help…and so I did.
-Yeah! But, not that much!
He slightly head tilted to the right:
- I do not understand…Oh, Hello Sam…
I turned around in time to see Sam giving Cas a little wave and I sent him a glare:
-How can we be badasses now if you just keep killing everything! Look at that! I poked one werewolf with my boot
Sam laughed and Cas looked as confused then 30 seconds ago:
- I thought it would have been…well…helpful if I killed all of them since they were far more of a bigger group then you have anticipated, Dean
Oh that’s it:
-How much?
-Fifteen, at least…
Stupid angels and their logic. When I turned back to Sam, he was in the background, smelling one of the corpses:
-Geez, Cas, when did you killed them?
-Two days ago…
Oh, now I was pissed:
-You actually waited for us?! Couldn’t you just, oh I dunno, call us to give that lil’ piece of info?
-But, I…
I stormed off. Who did he think he was? Being more badass then me…Hey hey hey! There’s a limit here. I closed the door behind me, hearing Sam laughing his ass off.
CAS’POV
I am…confused. Why such a temper for a simple hunt? Sam seems amused, but I do not understand why…Is he mocking me or Dean? Both, probably…I stare at him. It feels good to hear his laugh and his uncaring attitude instead of his infinite sadness. Each night, crying softly himself to sleep as I watch him from his bed end, invisible to human’s sight. I watch and yet, I can not find myself being anywhere else. Most of these nights, once he falls asleep, I hold him in my arms, close, so he feels my presence even in his dreams. And so, seeing him being so carefree makes me happy on the inside. Sam smiles at my vessel, dimples showing and I felt something…odd in my stomach. What a strange thing to feel human emotions…is this what they call stress or contentment? Or maybe it is nervousness? My reflections were interrupted by the young man who causes these feelings:
-Don’t worry, Cas…Dean has nothing against you…Its just his pride who took the most of it
-What did his pride took?
Sam chuckles:
-A kick in the jewels…
I tilted my head slightly to the left. As beautiful and charming Sam may be, he can also be very confusing. I follow him out of the barn, observing him from behind when a shine of silver caught my eyes. I glanced downward to see an anklet illuminated by the reflected light of the Moon. I frowned. How come I never noticed it before? Me, who analyses everything and everyone, have been tricked by socks. Sam came to a halt and so did I, although, closer than I would have preferred. He takes a sharp intake of air when he realised how close we were. I stare, my gaze falling to his petal formed lips. They look soft to the touch…If only I could be…more courageous:
-CAS! Dean says forcefully from his side of the vehicle I told you, people have bubbles…you’re in Sam’s…
I looked over Sam’s shoulder, than back at him. I sighed then took a step backward:
-My apologies…
Sam huffed:
-Its fine…Just…don’t do it again, ok?
I sat in the backseat, folding my hands in my lap, still sensing Sam’s perfume in my nostrils; a simple odour of soap, shampoo and a hint of Sam’s own personal scent. Dean puts one of his tapes, music blasting out of the ‘’speakers’’ when I feel a cold breeze down my neck. Well, it is a fresh night…almost instantly; I pull my collar up even if it does not affect me in any way and watches Sam’s beauty in the rear-view mirror. I sighed, the older brother scrutinizing me subtly in the said mirror, his eyes hard…Does he know my strange feelings that I am not yet accustomed to for his brother? I read his mind and no, he does not, but he has suspicions… I sit in the middle so I can watch over both brothers. Sam is looking at the Moon with an interest I have not seen before, his eyes glimmer under her light, giving him a soft glow and this is when I feel my vessel’s, well, member stir…A sensation I have never felt before. So much to learn…Sam shifts in his seat, then turn around to give me a sparkling smile:
-Hey, you alright back there?...
How did he know that I was uncomfortable with myself?
-Ya having naughty thoughts? Dean said from his seat, mocking.
He smiles even more before glancing down then back at me… My eyes went to his mouth where a bit of his tongue makes an appearance. Thoughts are spinning in my vessel’s mind: Why? Why am I so attracted to the younger Winchester? Is this what humans call Love? My heart beats so fast every time he is close to me. I bend forward, still looking at his lips. He does not move away…we were only centimetres away from each other when Dean takes a sharp turn and make Sam drop back in the passenger’s seat, sending me a glare in the rear-view mirror. His face was hard…cold even:
-Sorry, I thought I missed our exit…
His voice lets no place for discussion and so, I sit back in my seat, silenced by a human.
Pairing: Sassy~ Not yet though...so Pre-Sassy~
Rating: G for now Nc-17 Later
Spoilers: Not really...but I dont think I'll go in season 6
Word count: 1544
Warnings: Me writing, my bad english...I dont have a Beta and some Dean-diva reaction
Summary: Castiel always feels like it's his job to analyse the Winchesters, but when he searches deeper into Sam, something isn't right and everything goes downhill from here...
Chapter summary: Discovery
First Chapter: http://sassy-otp.livejournal.com/106410.html#cutid1
A/N: Sorry for such a delay between chapters... Hope you'll like this one! And dont be shy... Critics are good... But no flame-throwers... Thank you :3
DEAN’S POV
Two days…It has been two days since Cas left us for no reasons. Called him over and over and still no news of him. We’re in the car, velvety road rolling under my baby, the night chilling our hot bodies and ok, I’m not a poet, but damn, it’s hot like balls in here. Anyway, we’re going to that forest, armed with our trusted weapons…not like certain persons, you can count on ‘em. Oh yeah, I’m talking to you, Sammy. You really think I don’t see what’s going on? Being all fidgety like that, jumping out of your skin every occasion you’ve got. What’s going on in that thick skull of yours? Still thinking about demon blood? Ruby? The Apocalypse? I hope you do, ‘cuz I didn’t throw the amulet for nothing. Hmph. Stupid little brothers with their stupid little ideas…He really is a child: Don’t touch that, Sammy…Don’t run or you’ll get hurt, Sammy…YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THAT IF YOU STILL WANT TO BE ALIVE ,YOUNG MAN!....Ahhhh These were great moments…when we were young…when I still had some sort of authority. I saw his face when I dropped it, the hurt crawling painfully on his traits, but I hope he had his lesson. Do you know how it feels now? Being betrayed by family? Your own blood and flesh? I’m freaking desperate here, Sammy… I’m tired…so tired of running in circles to get your ass out of trouble. Maybe you went to Stanford, but I can swear that your brain isn’t 100% working with you sometimes. Well, ok, 10%, but that’s not the point. Remember when we were looking up at the stars and how you wished one would fall in your palm so you could keep it in your pocket? Do you remember these innocent days when we were just that…brothers? Of course you don’t, you were just a toddler back then…I know you’re in there, Sammy, I see you every time you take a look at the skies and still pretend there’s something up there that will save us. The Moon always created a semblance of awe inside you. Someplace you can evade to, create your own stories from scratch. I know you’re still in there little brother…You’ll come back to me…Eventually.
Bah, no time for sentimental shit, we have some monsters to burst. I take another look at Sam and he’s not with me, staring up…always up, especially on a full Moon. I put some Metallica on to calm the atmosphere ‘cuz I can cut the tension with my machete in here…and we’re only two! Imagine if we were more, I think we’ll drown in it.
Stupid little brothers for making me a damn girl…
We’re in. The trees are almost looming over us, branches slapping us in the face, I cursed and Sam seems greatly amused by that. With the flashlight giving us a semblance of brightness, I managed to not trip over too many roots so I guess I’m doing well.
-Hey, Dean! I heard a hushed voice
Sam? When did he get in front of me?
-I think I found it…
I swing the light to the padlock he was holding in his gigantic hand of his and nodded so he could pick it.
-Do your thing, Harry Potter
Sammy stopped and chuckled:
-Its kinda surprising that you, out of everybody else, know something about Harry Potter…
I sighed
-Whatever, just do it…
Stupid little brothers and their geekiness. Is that even a word? Anyway. SO! We got in, guns ready to bite some werewolves’ asses when I saw a bloodied furred body then another and another and another and Cas and…wait What?
- Cas? What the hell, man?
And honest to God, he seemed confused:
- You requested my help…and so I did.
-Yeah! But, not that much!
He slightly head tilted to the right:
- I do not understand…Oh, Hello Sam…
I turned around in time to see Sam giving Cas a little wave and I sent him a glare:
-How can we be badasses now if you just keep killing everything! Look at that! I poked one werewolf with my boot
Sam laughed and Cas looked as confused then 30 seconds ago:
- I thought it would have been…well…helpful if I killed all of them since they were far more of a bigger group then you have anticipated, Dean
Oh that’s it:
-How much?
-Fifteen, at least…
Stupid angels and their logic. When I turned back to Sam, he was in the background, smelling one of the corpses:
-Geez, Cas, when did you killed them?
-Two days ago…
Oh, now I was pissed:
-You actually waited for us?! Couldn’t you just, oh I dunno, call us to give that lil’ piece of info?
-But, I…
I stormed off. Who did he think he was? Being more badass then me…Hey hey hey! There’s a limit here. I closed the door behind me, hearing Sam laughing his ass off.
CAS’POV
I am…confused. Why such a temper for a simple hunt? Sam seems amused, but I do not understand why…Is he mocking me or Dean? Both, probably…I stare at him. It feels good to hear his laugh and his uncaring attitude instead of his infinite sadness. Each night, crying softly himself to sleep as I watch him from his bed end, invisible to human’s sight. I watch and yet, I can not find myself being anywhere else. Most of these nights, once he falls asleep, I hold him in my arms, close, so he feels my presence even in his dreams. And so, seeing him being so carefree makes me happy on the inside. Sam smiles at my vessel, dimples showing and I felt something…odd in my stomach. What a strange thing to feel human emotions…is this what they call stress or contentment? Or maybe it is nervousness? My reflections were interrupted by the young man who causes these feelings:
-Don’t worry, Cas…Dean has nothing against you…Its just his pride who took the most of it
-What did his pride took?
Sam chuckles:
-A kick in the jewels…
I tilted my head slightly to the left. As beautiful and charming Sam may be, he can also be very confusing. I follow him out of the barn, observing him from behind when a shine of silver caught my eyes. I glanced downward to see an anklet illuminated by the reflected light of the Moon. I frowned. How come I never noticed it before? Me, who analyses everything and everyone, have been tricked by socks. Sam came to a halt and so did I, although, closer than I would have preferred. He takes a sharp intake of air when he realised how close we were. I stare, my gaze falling to his petal formed lips. They look soft to the touch…If only I could be…more courageous:
-CAS! Dean says forcefully from his side of the vehicle I told you, people have bubbles…you’re in Sam’s…
I looked over Sam’s shoulder, than back at him. I sighed then took a step backward:
-My apologies…
Sam huffed:
-Its fine…Just…don’t do it again, ok?
I sat in the backseat, folding my hands in my lap, still sensing Sam’s perfume in my nostrils; a simple odour of soap, shampoo and a hint of Sam’s own personal scent. Dean puts one of his tapes, music blasting out of the ‘’speakers’’ when I feel a cold breeze down my neck. Well, it is a fresh night…almost instantly; I pull my collar up even if it does not affect me in any way and watches Sam’s beauty in the rear-view mirror. I sighed, the older brother scrutinizing me subtly in the said mirror, his eyes hard…Does he know my strange feelings that I am not yet accustomed to for his brother? I read his mind and no, he does not, but he has suspicions… I sit in the middle so I can watch over both brothers. Sam is looking at the Moon with an interest I have not seen before, his eyes glimmer under her light, giving him a soft glow and this is when I feel my vessel’s, well, member stir…A sensation I have never felt before. So much to learn…Sam shifts in his seat, then turn around to give me a sparkling smile:
-Hey, you alright back there?...
How did he know that I was uncomfortable with myself?
-Ya having naughty thoughts? Dean said from his seat, mocking.
He smiles even more before glancing down then back at me… My eyes went to his mouth where a bit of his tongue makes an appearance. Thoughts are spinning in my vessel’s mind: Why? Why am I so attracted to the younger Winchester? Is this what humans call Love? My heart beats so fast every time he is close to me. I bend forward, still looking at his lips. He does not move away…we were only centimetres away from each other when Dean takes a sharp turn and make Sam drop back in the passenger’s seat, sending me a glare in the rear-view mirror. His face was hard…cold even:
-Sorry, I thought I missed our exit…
His voice lets no place for discussion and so, I sit back in my seat, silenced by a human.