The Hidden Gospel, a Dean/Cas ficlet
Title: The Hidden Gospel
Pairing: Cas/Dean, Chuck implied I guess?
Rating: G
A/N: This was an experiment. I got a prompt and somehow this popped out. I will have to go back and do the prompt properly, but I hope this is enjoyed.
Word count: 1,120
I watched Dean and Cas every day. I could not decide if I should write it into the gospels. Today, after a massive headache, and half a bottle of Jack I decided I would. All stories should be told, and this one is epic and beautiful. So here it is, a hidden gospel. Maybe someone will find it long after I am gone. After the Impala is rusted, the apocalypse stopped. After the tragedy I wish I did not have to write at the end.
You see, Dean Winchester grew up very much alone. He had Sam. They had each other. So perhaps it was not as alone as I originally would think, but the loneliness was there. He filled it over the years with women, with alcohol, with hunting. The only three things he loved were Sam, Bobby, and his Impala. For those three things he would lay down his life.
Then, from Hell’s very depths he was ripped. It was perfectly executed; he never remembered the pain he endured when he was ripped from where he was attached by a hand sent from God himself. Perhaps the only work God had actually asked for in years. God knew.
So Dean was formed again by those hands. He was watched in silence by that figure. Until one night in a barn covered with symbols.
He came in like a hurricane over a calm shore. Dean had never seen anything like it and although he would not know, his heart that night; it changed.
This is where the gospel I write truly begins.
From the beginning, Castiel believed in Dean in a way he did not understand. He knew he was the righteous man who would save them all. He knew Dean was special, different. Everything else confused him, everything else he ignored. He watched. He prayed. Eventually he was ripped back to Heaven and saw things there no one else except me have seen. It was desperate and terrible and wrath that certainly did not come from God. When he returned to earth battered and bruised, he turned his back on Dean.
He thought.
Sam watched, carefully. He knew his brother. He watched the hurt pass over his face as Cas said he no longer served Dean. That he no longer would be in his life. He watched and he knew. He never said anything, just let things roll and play out as they went.
Cas tried to stay away. His brothers and sisters watched. They knew. They had seen this happen before over their centuries of existence and servitude. It was a dangerous road and they waited for his fall. They mourned.
So a lot of you who maybe have not read the Gospels are wondering, did he fall?
He did. A fateful day when he pinned Dean to a wall, pushing his hand over his mouth. Feeling beautiful things in his heart he did not know. He betrayed his own and became Dean’s forever.
Still they did not see. All they thought was they were two soldiers. Fighting a war. One they hoped to win together.
Bobby watched and saw. Even Ellen and Jo saw, but none of them said a thing as the night before they were to face the Devil himself Cas risked glances over his whiskey shots. Dean tried to get Jo, but she saw the looks too. She passed him off for a reason she made up.
How do I know? No woman in all my years of knowing everything about Dean Winchester has ever cared about self-respect after looking into those green eyes as deep as an Irish hillside.
It all came down to fights and wins and losses. If came down to please I need to hold you so many times, but they did not realize it.
It came to watching lips and brief touches, gentle looks.
Finally Sam could take it no more, and so Dean was confronted. Anyone who knows anything about Dean will know he hates this, and he especially hates this from his brother .
However it stuck. Sam left the hotel, and Dean drank.
So the secret comes to paper. The time when he finally knew. It took a bottle of Jack and thinking so many thoughts. Good and bad. Of blue eyes and the fluttering of wings. Times spent together on the road, and fighting the good fight. It took knowing what Cas could become if he did not protect him, and watching him fall every day with an ache in his heart.
Dean called him to him.
Cas was confused, of course. Dean slurred and explained, tossing off clothes and pulling down covers. Cas raised an eyebrow but did the same, crawling under.
I know many of you hope it was sex and all that comes with that in all its glory. That would be beautiful too. In this part of the tale it wasn’t. It was laying arms intertwined after one chaste kiss and some words untold. They did not have to be.
I am sad to say it never happened again.
They won. The apocalypse was stopped and Cas became Angel number one in Heaven. Dean became bitter, feeling Cas had left. Dean became hurt as Cas kissed a demon. He watched in horror. Only Sam saw the pain cross his face. To the untrained eye it was shock.
Dean started treating Cas worse, tearing at him bit by bit like a lion with a fresh kill. Slowly Cas broke inside. The only love he ever had trampled.
Until finally Dean left him, and he broke permanently. He had no friends, no family, and worse of all he had no Dean.
So when the souls entered him, warm, safe, caressing, he accepted. He received, he felt blessed. He felt at peace.
He became God. The fear on the faces of the people he once called home no longer bothered him.
So the love that still was so apparent was crushed.
This love story may not go on.
I wish my friends I had some magic antidote. I wish I could drink more and tell you that yes it would all be OK. That our new God would somehow relinquish his power and become Castiel once more. I can’t. I am just the Prophet, and I write what I am given, no matter how much it breaks my heart. I feel their love, their pain, their joy. I see their beginning and yearn for news of their end.
I ask for hope. For my friend. He saved me once. I ask that we all somehow save him now.
This gospel is done. The gospel of love. May the next one end in peace.
Pairing: Cas/Dean, Chuck implied I guess?
Rating: G
A/N: This was an experiment. I got a prompt and somehow this popped out. I will have to go back and do the prompt properly, but I hope this is enjoyed.
Word count: 1,120
I watched Dean and Cas every day. I could not decide if I should write it into the gospels. Today, after a massive headache, and half a bottle of Jack I decided I would. All stories should be told, and this one is epic and beautiful. So here it is, a hidden gospel. Maybe someone will find it long after I am gone. After the Impala is rusted, the apocalypse stopped. After the tragedy I wish I did not have to write at the end.
You see, Dean Winchester grew up very much alone. He had Sam. They had each other. So perhaps it was not as alone as I originally would think, but the loneliness was there. He filled it over the years with women, with alcohol, with hunting. The only three things he loved were Sam, Bobby, and his Impala. For those three things he would lay down his life.
Then, from Hell’s very depths he was ripped. It was perfectly executed; he never remembered the pain he endured when he was ripped from where he was attached by a hand sent from God himself. Perhaps the only work God had actually asked for in years. God knew.
So Dean was formed again by those hands. He was watched in silence by that figure. Until one night in a barn covered with symbols.
He came in like a hurricane over a calm shore. Dean had never seen anything like it and although he would not know, his heart that night; it changed.
This is where the gospel I write truly begins.
From the beginning, Castiel believed in Dean in a way he did not understand. He knew he was the righteous man who would save them all. He knew Dean was special, different. Everything else confused him, everything else he ignored. He watched. He prayed. Eventually he was ripped back to Heaven and saw things there no one else except me have seen. It was desperate and terrible and wrath that certainly did not come from God. When he returned to earth battered and bruised, he turned his back on Dean.
He thought.
Sam watched, carefully. He knew his brother. He watched the hurt pass over his face as Cas said he no longer served Dean. That he no longer would be in his life. He watched and he knew. He never said anything, just let things roll and play out as they went.
Cas tried to stay away. His brothers and sisters watched. They knew. They had seen this happen before over their centuries of existence and servitude. It was a dangerous road and they waited for his fall. They mourned.
So a lot of you who maybe have not read the Gospels are wondering, did he fall?
He did. A fateful day when he pinned Dean to a wall, pushing his hand over his mouth. Feeling beautiful things in his heart he did not know. He betrayed his own and became Dean’s forever.
Still they did not see. All they thought was they were two soldiers. Fighting a war. One they hoped to win together.
Bobby watched and saw. Even Ellen and Jo saw, but none of them said a thing as the night before they were to face the Devil himself Cas risked glances over his whiskey shots. Dean tried to get Jo, but she saw the looks too. She passed him off for a reason she made up.
How do I know? No woman in all my years of knowing everything about Dean Winchester has ever cared about self-respect after looking into those green eyes as deep as an Irish hillside.
It all came down to fights and wins and losses. If came down to please I need to hold you so many times, but they did not realize it.
It came to watching lips and brief touches, gentle looks.
Finally Sam could take it no more, and so Dean was confronted. Anyone who knows anything about Dean will know he hates this, and he especially hates this from his brother .
However it stuck. Sam left the hotel, and Dean drank.
So the secret comes to paper. The time when he finally knew. It took a bottle of Jack and thinking so many thoughts. Good and bad. Of blue eyes and the fluttering of wings. Times spent together on the road, and fighting the good fight. It took knowing what Cas could become if he did not protect him, and watching him fall every day with an ache in his heart.
Dean called him to him.
Cas was confused, of course. Dean slurred and explained, tossing off clothes and pulling down covers. Cas raised an eyebrow but did the same, crawling under.
I know many of you hope it was sex and all that comes with that in all its glory. That would be beautiful too. In this part of the tale it wasn’t. It was laying arms intertwined after one chaste kiss and some words untold. They did not have to be.
I am sad to say it never happened again.
They won. The apocalypse was stopped and Cas became Angel number one in Heaven. Dean became bitter, feeling Cas had left. Dean became hurt as Cas kissed a demon. He watched in horror. Only Sam saw the pain cross his face. To the untrained eye it was shock.
Dean started treating Cas worse, tearing at him bit by bit like a lion with a fresh kill. Slowly Cas broke inside. The only love he ever had trampled.
Until finally Dean left him, and he broke permanently. He had no friends, no family, and worse of all he had no Dean.
So when the souls entered him, warm, safe, caressing, he accepted. He received, he felt blessed. He felt at peace.
He became God. The fear on the faces of the people he once called home no longer bothered him.
So the love that still was so apparent was crushed.
This love story may not go on.
I wish my friends I had some magic antidote. I wish I could drink more and tell you that yes it would all be OK. That our new God would somehow relinquish his power and become Castiel once more. I can’t. I am just the Prophet, and I write what I am given, no matter how much it breaks my heart. I feel their love, their pain, their joy. I see their beginning and yearn for news of their end.
I ask for hope. For my friend. He saved me once. I ask that we all somehow save him now.
This gospel is done. The gospel of love. May the next one end in peace.