Waiting, Dean/Cas, SPN Fic
Title: Waiting
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Cas, Sam, Dog(unnamed)
Warning(s): Slash, Romance,
Spoiler(s): Season Four/Five
Prompt(s): Prompt 4: Thunderstorm. Fire place. Waiting for a phone call. From ConstantSnow's forum
Word Count: 872
Beta Reader:None
Rants: I thought it might do good to write a nice fic for someone. Hope they like it.
Summary: Castiel's at home, injured. Dean's away. He waits for the call.
Disclaimer: Do not own spn.
Waiting
Castiel waited for the phone to ring, it was like a terrible obsession of his. He stared at the phone, sitting next to the warm fireplace. The rain outside was loud, and he was starting to worry about Dean. Sometimes he cursed his decision to become human, but then he would remember Dean, Dean who had practically given him every human emotion, and quickly squash any regret. Until the next day he was waiting for the phone.
The thunder made him jump in surprise, and he glanced back up from staring at the phone. It was getting dark, the fire was almost embers. Castiel was tempted to curse but instead he stood up, carefully because his leg was still healing, and put another log in the fire. It took a few minutes of poking but eventually the fire grew again. He was tempted to turn on the lights but he liked it better when Dean called and the lights were off. It just meant the ex-angel could pretend they were that much closer. He leaned back into the arm chair near the phone, moved at least two weeks ago, so he didn’t freeze from the cold.
The house was practically ancient, and it didn’t have a good enough heater to bother using. It was just better to close everything, and make sure the fire didn’t go out.
Castiel liked the old feel of the house. It reminded him of his charge before Dean, and that was at least decades ago, maybe in the twenties. Jeff had been an interesting charge, but not like Dean, not at all.
The phone burst into noise suddenly, and Castiel almost tripped over himself to get to it. He grabbed it and pressed it carefully to his ear. He didn’t even care that his leg was one burst of pain, “Hello?”
“Hi, this is…” The woman’s voice was cut off by Castiel slamming the phone down into the cradle.
The blue-eyed man huffed and tried not to sniffle. Dammit, but he missed the hunter. Technically Dean said he would try to call, and it was stupid to think that a hunt would let him have normal conversation hours.
Castiel leaned back into the comfy armchair, but his leg didn’t approve of the abuse he’d just given it, and now it ached. He could go get his medication, it was close enough but instead he stayed right next to the phone. The medication could wait, even though it felt like a lance was sitting in his leg.
The black-haired man was almost asleep by the time the phone rang again. There was barely any light when he opened his eyes and grabbed quickly for the phone, a crash signified the vase of flowers Sam had added to the room falling to the ground. Castiel ignored it, “Hello?”
“Cas? What was that sound?” Dean’s gruff voice came through the phone.
Castiel grinned, curling his legs onto the chair and rubbed lightly against his injured leg. It didn’t hurt so much when he could hear Dean’s voice. “Don’t worry about it, Dean, it’s the vase you hate.” He wished Dean was here instead of in Nevada on a hunt. This would just have to do for now. “Dean.”
“Yeah, I’m here, and good that thing was fuckin’ stupid.” Dean grumbled, his voice lowering an octave. “Your okay, Cas? I,” He paused, his breath heavy through the phone.
“Yes, Dean.” Castiel felt better just talking to the man. He smiled, and started talking, about his day, never pointing out that his leg was still troublesome, and how the dog Sam had bought refused to do anything but sleep.
The hunter hummed and laughed at all the right places. He didn’t say much in reply, just listened.
Castiel felt it all the same, like little reassurances; it warmed him like the low embers couldn’t. Dean’s voice was like the other man’s security blanket.
“Your leg?” Dean finally broke through the ex-angel’s rambling. His voice sounded worried, and tight.
“It is okay, Dean, it feels better.” The man wouldn’t tell Dean even if it got worse. Castiel knew just how much the man worried about him and Sam. It kept his mind off the hunt, and Castiel figured it was better if Sam wasn’t alone on a hunt because two of them were down.
“Liar.” Dean chuckled; it died out quickly, and there was shuffling. “I have to go; I want to finish this so I can see you at,” He paused, and Castiel could practically see the hunter scratching the back of his head, “home. Take your medication.” He muttered the last part so bad that it took a second for Castiel to realize Dean had just said “I love you”
Castiel blushed and grinned, “Love you too, Dean, Love you too.” He could count the times Dean had said that on his right hand.
“Yeah, well, I’ll see you Cas.” Dean hung up.
Castiel still grinned, it was okay that Dean had hung up so quickly; he knew the other man was uncomfortable with these moments. He didn’t really need his medication that night, his leg ached something fierce but those words, they ran through his mind a mile a minute.
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Cas, Sam, Dog(unnamed)
Warning(s): Slash, Romance,
Spoiler(s): Season Four/Five
Prompt(s): Prompt 4: Thunderstorm. Fire place. Waiting for a phone call. From ConstantSnow's forum
Word Count: 872
Beta Reader:None
Rants: I thought it might do good to write a nice fic for someone. Hope they like it.
Summary: Castiel's at home, injured. Dean's away. He waits for the call.
Disclaimer: Do not own spn.
Waiting
Castiel waited for the phone to ring, it was like a terrible obsession of his. He stared at the phone, sitting next to the warm fireplace. The rain outside was loud, and he was starting to worry about Dean. Sometimes he cursed his decision to become human, but then he would remember Dean, Dean who had practically given him every human emotion, and quickly squash any regret. Until the next day he was waiting for the phone.
The thunder made him jump in surprise, and he glanced back up from staring at the phone. It was getting dark, the fire was almost embers. Castiel was tempted to curse but instead he stood up, carefully because his leg was still healing, and put another log in the fire. It took a few minutes of poking but eventually the fire grew again. He was tempted to turn on the lights but he liked it better when Dean called and the lights were off. It just meant the ex-angel could pretend they were that much closer. He leaned back into the arm chair near the phone, moved at least two weeks ago, so he didn’t freeze from the cold.
The house was practically ancient, and it didn’t have a good enough heater to bother using. It was just better to close everything, and make sure the fire didn’t go out.
Castiel liked the old feel of the house. It reminded him of his charge before Dean, and that was at least decades ago, maybe in the twenties. Jeff had been an interesting charge, but not like Dean, not at all.
The phone burst into noise suddenly, and Castiel almost tripped over himself to get to it. He grabbed it and pressed it carefully to his ear. He didn’t even care that his leg was one burst of pain, “Hello?”
“Hi, this is…” The woman’s voice was cut off by Castiel slamming the phone down into the cradle.
The blue-eyed man huffed and tried not to sniffle. Dammit, but he missed the hunter. Technically Dean said he would try to call, and it was stupid to think that a hunt would let him have normal conversation hours.
Castiel leaned back into the comfy armchair, but his leg didn’t approve of the abuse he’d just given it, and now it ached. He could go get his medication, it was close enough but instead he stayed right next to the phone. The medication could wait, even though it felt like a lance was sitting in his leg.
The black-haired man was almost asleep by the time the phone rang again. There was barely any light when he opened his eyes and grabbed quickly for the phone, a crash signified the vase of flowers Sam had added to the room falling to the ground. Castiel ignored it, “Hello?”
“Cas? What was that sound?” Dean’s gruff voice came through the phone.
Castiel grinned, curling his legs onto the chair and rubbed lightly against his injured leg. It didn’t hurt so much when he could hear Dean’s voice. “Don’t worry about it, Dean, it’s the vase you hate.” He wished Dean was here instead of in Nevada on a hunt. This would just have to do for now. “Dean.”
“Yeah, I’m here, and good that thing was fuckin’ stupid.” Dean grumbled, his voice lowering an octave. “Your okay, Cas? I,” He paused, his breath heavy through the phone.
“Yes, Dean.” Castiel felt better just talking to the man. He smiled, and started talking, about his day, never pointing out that his leg was still troublesome, and how the dog Sam had bought refused to do anything but sleep.
The hunter hummed and laughed at all the right places. He didn’t say much in reply, just listened.
Castiel felt it all the same, like little reassurances; it warmed him like the low embers couldn’t. Dean’s voice was like the other man’s security blanket.
“Your leg?” Dean finally broke through the ex-angel’s rambling. His voice sounded worried, and tight.
“It is okay, Dean, it feels better.” The man wouldn’t tell Dean even if it got worse. Castiel knew just how much the man worried about him and Sam. It kept his mind off the hunt, and Castiel figured it was better if Sam wasn’t alone on a hunt because two of them were down.
“Liar.” Dean chuckled; it died out quickly, and there was shuffling. “I have to go; I want to finish this so I can see you at,” He paused, and Castiel could practically see the hunter scratching the back of his head, “home. Take your medication.” He muttered the last part so bad that it took a second for Castiel to realize Dean had just said “I love you”
Castiel blushed and grinned, “Love you too, Dean, Love you too.” He could count the times Dean had said that on his right hand.
“Yeah, well, I’ll see you Cas.” Dean hung up.
Castiel still grinned, it was okay that Dean had hung up so quickly; he knew the other man was uncomfortable with these moments. He didn’t really need his medication that night, his leg ached something fierce but those words, they ran through his mind a mile a minute.