Fic: Invisible Lines
Invisible Lines
Summary: There’s interfering and then there’s interfering. Castiel is very good at the former.
The dream was a familiar one. Kaylee had been seeing the blue-eyed man in her sleep since she was eleven, though it had been a while, and she welcomed the comfort of seeing him now. The past couple of days had been hectic and painful.
Part of her knew that this was a dream, that her body was asleep in the infirmary on Serenity, but that didn’t lessen the enjoyment of walking along the shores of the little lake near her hometown. The blue-eyed man walked beside her, quiet as always but willing to listen to her chatter with a smile. She told him about the Shepherd that had just come on board as a passenger, about the Alliance man who had shot her, and then about Simon and his sister River.
Eventually the blue-eyed man (it had never seemed right to ask for his name, somehow) said he had to leave. He gave her a quick scolding about being careful, which he always did, and then walked off into the field of tall grass. Kaylee woke up as soon as he was gone, the pain in her belly flaring up a little before easing, and then went back to sleep.
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Castiel eased away from Kaywinnit’s mind regretfully. Of all of Dean’s descendents over the years, she seemed to embody the gentler side of his old friend the most, and visiting her like this was soothing. He knew that she had already claimed the damaged Reader as family, someone to protect. Her brother would no doubt follow in one way or another, though he could sense the stirrings of physical attraction in Kaywinnit.
He took the opportunity to heal the young woman before he departed, taking care to make sure her reproductive organs were whole and functional but not going so far that his interference would be noticed. The line had been decimated by the latest human war, leaving only a handful of people that could be traced back to Dean Winchester. If she decided to take up with Simon Tam, Castiel wanted to make sure that the union stood a chance of being fruitful. Once the angel had finished the task, he withdrew and went to the other Winchester descendent on board.
They tended to find each other when left to their own devices. Castiel had seen it happen countless times by now; two or three of them being drawn together through no interference of heaven or hell, usually unaware of their blood connection. The Winchester name was long gone, but he’d been keeping an eye out for those with Dean’s blood regardless of their surname from the instant Benjamin Braeden had been born, and he planned to continue as long as they remained.
Malcolm was having a nightmare, which didn’t surprise him. Castiel’s presence might have kept the man from physical harm at Serenity Valley, but the war damaged him nonetheless. The man had lost his faith that day, even as an angel lingered at his side. He eased Malcolm’s distress, the effort familiar from the time spent with Dean. Even after his old friend had retired from the hunting life and settled down, he’d been plagued with memories of Hell and the nightmares were disturbingly similar to those that now visited Dean’s descendant.
Visiting this one wasn’t as restful as his time with Kaywinnit; Malcolm could be a very harsh man at times. That too fit with Dean. If the girl was all of his old friend’s gentler impulses, Malcolm was the harsher instincts that had often ruled him when fighting to protect the people he cared about.
He soothed the nightmare aware but didn’t reveal his presence. Malcolm would react with suspicion and probably anger when faced with Castiel, undoing all the work he’d put into calming the man’s mind, and he was needed. Events centered around the damaged Reader would throw this portion of the universe into chaos soon and in true Winchester fashion these two would be right in the middle of it all.
Dean wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Summary: There’s interfering and then there’s interfering. Castiel is very good at the former.
The dream was a familiar one. Kaylee had been seeing the blue-eyed man in her sleep since she was eleven, though it had been a while, and she welcomed the comfort of seeing him now. The past couple of days had been hectic and painful.
Part of her knew that this was a dream, that her body was asleep in the infirmary on Serenity, but that didn’t lessen the enjoyment of walking along the shores of the little lake near her hometown. The blue-eyed man walked beside her, quiet as always but willing to listen to her chatter with a smile. She told him about the Shepherd that had just come on board as a passenger, about the Alliance man who had shot her, and then about Simon and his sister River.
Eventually the blue-eyed man (it had never seemed right to ask for his name, somehow) said he had to leave. He gave her a quick scolding about being careful, which he always did, and then walked off into the field of tall grass. Kaylee woke up as soon as he was gone, the pain in her belly flaring up a little before easing, and then went back to sleep.
xxx
Castiel eased away from Kaywinnit’s mind regretfully. Of all of Dean’s descendents over the years, she seemed to embody the gentler side of his old friend the most, and visiting her like this was soothing. He knew that she had already claimed the damaged Reader as family, someone to protect. Her brother would no doubt follow in one way or another, though he could sense the stirrings of physical attraction in Kaywinnit.
He took the opportunity to heal the young woman before he departed, taking care to make sure her reproductive organs were whole and functional but not going so far that his interference would be noticed. The line had been decimated by the latest human war, leaving only a handful of people that could be traced back to Dean Winchester. If she decided to take up with Simon Tam, Castiel wanted to make sure that the union stood a chance of being fruitful. Once the angel had finished the task, he withdrew and went to the other Winchester descendent on board.
They tended to find each other when left to their own devices. Castiel had seen it happen countless times by now; two or three of them being drawn together through no interference of heaven or hell, usually unaware of their blood connection. The Winchester name was long gone, but he’d been keeping an eye out for those with Dean’s blood regardless of their surname from the instant Benjamin Braeden had been born, and he planned to continue as long as they remained.
Malcolm was having a nightmare, which didn’t surprise him. Castiel’s presence might have kept the man from physical harm at Serenity Valley, but the war damaged him nonetheless. The man had lost his faith that day, even as an angel lingered at his side. He eased Malcolm’s distress, the effort familiar from the time spent with Dean. Even after his old friend had retired from the hunting life and settled down, he’d been plagued with memories of Hell and the nightmares were disturbingly similar to those that now visited Dean’s descendant.
Visiting this one wasn’t as restful as his time with Kaywinnit; Malcolm could be a very harsh man at times. That too fit with Dean. If the girl was all of his old friend’s gentler impulses, Malcolm was the harsher instincts that had often ruled him when fighting to protect the people he cared about.
He soothed the nightmare aware but didn’t reveal his presence. Malcolm would react with suspicion and probably anger when faced with Castiel, undoing all the work he’d put into calming the man’s mind, and he was needed. Events centered around the damaged Reader would throw this portion of the universe into chaos soon and in true Winchester fashion these two would be right in the middle of it all.
Dean wouldn’t have had it any other way.