Tuesday: Silence
Hello again! Today's theme is silence. Character introspectives, breaking silence, or no dialogue at all...however you want to interpret it!
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Dean turns to Sam, who is watching them out of the corner of his eye as he reads on the couch. "A little help?"
"He says, 'This is the beginning.'"
And he isn't kidding. Cas takes him through the Enochian alphabet three times, pointing at each symbol, saying its name out loud, and waiting for Dean to repeat it. Sam divides his attention between them and his book, a small smirk on his face as Dean struggles.
Cas points at the first symbol again. "Pa."
"Pa," Dean says.
"Veh."
"Veh."
"Ged."
"Gid."
Cas shakes his head. "Ged."
"Ged," Dean repeats, and he stares down at the symbols Cas is pointing at, trying to commit them to memory. They all look the same to him. And how the hell is he supposed to use this to talk to Cas when he can't even figure out the damn alphabet?
It's only when Cas covers Dean's hand with his own that Dean realizes he's balled his fingers into tight fists in his frustration. He looks up, and Cas is watching him from across the table, just as exhausted as Dean, but offering a small smile of encouragement.
"I'm trying," Dean tells him, and Cas squeezes his hand like maybe he gets it.
Dean takes a deep breath and starts again. "Pa. Veh. Ged. Gal. Or. An?"
"Un," Cas corrects gently.
The next time through, Dean gets them all without hesitation, and it isn't until Cas smiles and squeezes his hand again that Dean realizes he never let go.
Dean finds himself repeating the alphabet to himself like a chant under his breath at odd times, and Cas grins when he catches him.
"Now I know why there's that song," Dean says mostly out of habit. He misses talking to Cas. "It's a hell of a lot easier that way." He smiles and shakes his head. "The things I do for you."
Deans turns his attention back to the plate he's drying, but Cas curls a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him closer. Cas leans their foreheads together, and Dean can't even ask what's going on because he's sure he won't understand the answer. But then Cas presses his lips to Dean's, soft and quick. Dean lets out a startled laugh, but he's wrong. He understands perfectly.
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And I can understand Dean's frustration. It's gotta be hard learn another language especially when you're not as book smart as Sam, Bobby and Cas are.
Still, he does try.
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