Beautiful Things, a Dean/Cas ficlet
Title:Beautiful Things
Pairing: Cas and Dean
Rating: G
Warnings:None
Spoilers: All the way through the end of Season 6
There are many beautiful things in the world. Redwood trees with their trunks bigger than a man’s hug, tulips that show brightly against grass trying to turn a brilliant green in the spring chill, the tinkle of a child’s laugh in the wind. Castiel had seen them all. Castiel could feel them all in a second. He sat in a corner of Heaven, and he fought. At first the souls, the power was amazing. He punished those who had fought against him, and those who sought to rebel in vain. Soon he was worshiped and loved. He had the adoration he craved. For a time it wound around him like the contact he so desperately needed.
Yet it was never enough.
He would cloak himself and watch Dean. He would ride in the Impala with him, smelling the new leather from Dean’s rebuild. He would run his fingers across it, its smoothness reminding him of things he had forgotten. Soon the adoration of the throngs of Heaven began to show in his heart for what it was. Fear. He was a horror. They wanted to bolt at the sight of him, like a deer from a hunter with gun raised in what he already saw as victory.
Castiel tried to keep the souls and to change. To start showing what was always there and just buried. Love. He had it in abounds and he had tried to fight it. To make people shower him with rays of glory. He was ashamed and so started shaping Heaven back to the way it was, only better. Each Angel gasped as they got their corner of it back. Waterfalls and lemonade stands. Baskets of puppies and large Coliseums.
Yet they still feared, no matter how hard he tried. They feared and he ached. Not only for their true love, but mostly for the love of Dean Winchester.
So when his own Heaven was covered in a deep snow he made his decision. He ripped his Grace from his chest, all of creation shaking as the power he had inside him broke and shot out in one giant ball of light. His grace fell first. A long burst of green against the night sky. Dean, Sam and Bobby saw it. The color of Dean’s eyes. Secretly they all made the same wish before they slept.
Castiel fell next, wings broken and fading as he tumbled to the Earth, a comet. Fast and torn. He managed to land in Bobby’s scrap yard. He woke in early morning, bloody and bruised. Crawling, like the creature he felt he had become he went toward the familiar porch. Home. Love. Security. Laughter. Peace. Dean.
Dean.
The name croaked from his throat, but he had not the strength to scream so there he lay, draped on the stairs, whispering for his salvation.
Bobby found him the next morning.
That night as Dean hovered over his cold body, refusing to leave, he wept. Tears of joy that his friend was back. Tears of remorse and of fear.
When Castiel woke a week later, Dean was still there, hands wrapped in hands. Whispering I love you and don’t leave me.
I won’t were he first words out of Castiel’s mouth.
From there was healing and pain. It was a long road.
Eventually it was a good road. To tulips and lemonade stands. Kisses and tender hugs.
For both of them, it was the road to home.
Pairing: Cas and Dean
Rating: G
Warnings:None
Spoilers: All the way through the end of Season 6
There are many beautiful things in the world. Redwood trees with their trunks bigger than a man’s hug, tulips that show brightly against grass trying to turn a brilliant green in the spring chill, the tinkle of a child’s laugh in the wind. Castiel had seen them all. Castiel could feel them all in a second. He sat in a corner of Heaven, and he fought. At first the souls, the power was amazing. He punished those who had fought against him, and those who sought to rebel in vain. Soon he was worshiped and loved. He had the adoration he craved. For a time it wound around him like the contact he so desperately needed.
Yet it was never enough.
He would cloak himself and watch Dean. He would ride in the Impala with him, smelling the new leather from Dean’s rebuild. He would run his fingers across it, its smoothness reminding him of things he had forgotten. Soon the adoration of the throngs of Heaven began to show in his heart for what it was. Fear. He was a horror. They wanted to bolt at the sight of him, like a deer from a hunter with gun raised in what he already saw as victory.
Castiel tried to keep the souls and to change. To start showing what was always there and just buried. Love. He had it in abounds and he had tried to fight it. To make people shower him with rays of glory. He was ashamed and so started shaping Heaven back to the way it was, only better. Each Angel gasped as they got their corner of it back. Waterfalls and lemonade stands. Baskets of puppies and large Coliseums.
Yet they still feared, no matter how hard he tried. They feared and he ached. Not only for their true love, but mostly for the love of Dean Winchester.
So when his own Heaven was covered in a deep snow he made his decision. He ripped his Grace from his chest, all of creation shaking as the power he had inside him broke and shot out in one giant ball of light. His grace fell first. A long burst of green against the night sky. Dean, Sam and Bobby saw it. The color of Dean’s eyes. Secretly they all made the same wish before they slept.
Castiel fell next, wings broken and fading as he tumbled to the Earth, a comet. Fast and torn. He managed to land in Bobby’s scrap yard. He woke in early morning, bloody and bruised. Crawling, like the creature he felt he had become he went toward the familiar porch. Home. Love. Security. Laughter. Peace. Dean.
Dean.
The name croaked from his throat, but he had not the strength to scream so there he lay, draped on the stairs, whispering for his salvation.
Bobby found him the next morning.
That night as Dean hovered over his cold body, refusing to leave, he wept. Tears of joy that his friend was back. Tears of remorse and of fear.
When Castiel woke a week later, Dean was still there, hands wrapped in hands. Whispering I love you and don’t leave me.
I won’t were he first words out of Castiel’s mouth.
From there was healing and pain. It was a long road.
Eventually it was a good road. To tulips and lemonade stands. Kisses and tender hugs.
For both of them, it was the road to home.