Fic: The Brilliant Light of Morning Chapter 4/11
Title: The Brilliant Light of Morning Chapter 4/11
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, Sam, Ruby, romance and serious angst
Spoilers: Not unless you haven't seen Season 4
Warnings: Gets kinda dark, not gonna lie. Also slash (enticement?)
Summary: Season 4 through a Destiel lens. As the world ends around them, Dean and Castiel's relationship begins.
A/N: I had posted this before, but I was new to LJ, and it wasn't done very well, so I'm reposting now, because I'm planning a sequel that I'll begin working on as soon as my Season 5 DVD arrives. I know it's been a year since I wrote it, but nearly everyone requested a sequel, so I'm finally doing it.
4-09: I Know What You Did Last Summer
"Sam."
"Yeah?"
"Too much information."
"I said I was gonna come clean."
"Yeah, but now I feel dirty."
Dean was sinking back into sarcasm, trying to show Sam he wasn't angry, not really. He understood the need for comfort, the need for reassurance. The Crossroads bitch had jumped at Dean's offer; he couldn't imagine what he'd have done if no demon would deal with him. Probably laid down next to Sam's corpse and died, right there, together, like they should. Like they would, eventually. "I get it, I mean - well, no I don't get it, cause Ruby - icky - but I get it."
"Icky? What are you, nine?" Sam said, a small, relieved smile playing on his lips. "Besides, she's not so bad."
"Yeah, you didn't see her face. I mean, her real face, her demon face. I got one word for you Sammy - maggots."
Sam snorted. "Right, and Castiel is just the picture of male beauty."
Dean froze, Sam's words piercing him like arrows, straight through to his heart, the way the kid always could. "I don't know what you're talking about." Even to Dean's ears, his words sounded feeble.
Sam laughed, that adorably gleeful laugh that made his eyes light up, made him seem fourteen again. "Dean, dude, I know you. I know you better than anyone. And I know when you've got the hots for someone."
"But Sammy," Dean began, trying for casual bravado and falling just short, "I'm not gay."
"No, you're not. You are firmly bisexual."
Dean scoffed. "What? Come on, man, I've never - "
"That short-order cook in Eastern Oregon," Sam said.
"I was drunk - "
"The waiter in Massachusetts - "
"Hey, man, he came on to me - "
"The deputy a few weeks ago, when you had ghost sickness."
"I didn't do anything with him!" Dean exclaimed.
"Yeah, but you wanted to."
Dean sighed, resting his face in his hands. "Nuh-uh," he said, shaking his head.
Sam laughed again. "Dean, come on man, of all the things you could be bisexual is so not bad. I mean, with the life we lead, you could have ended up a necrophiliac, or God forbid, a Barry Manilow fan."
Dean gave a reluctant chuckle, raising his gaze to his brother. "Okay, smartass, you've made your point."
"Look," Sam said, turning serious, "just... be careful, okay? I know you think I'm being reckless trusting Ruby, but at least I know where I stand with her. She has her own goals, and she's just using me to get there. I know that; I mean, I'm not naive. But these angels... Castiel makes it seem as if they care about you Dean, but Uriel sure as hell doesn't care about anyone, let alone you. And I've got a feeling that Uriel is a much more realistic example of the average angel."
"What makes you say that?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Castiel's just got an 'odd-man-out' feel to him. Honestly, I think he's a bit of a freak; you know, like us."
Dean smiled slightly. "God, I hope so."
"Wha-? Oh! Oh, ew, Dean. Gross."
"Prude."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
4-10: Heaven and Hell
Dean didn't believe it. "Why would you want to kill an innocent girl?"
"She is far from innocent." He'd never seen Castiel so serious.
"Don't worry," Uriel put in, eyes glinting, "I'll kill her gentle."
"You are some heartless bastards, you know that?" Dean growled.
And what was said next tore at his heart.
"As a matter of fact, we are." Straight from his angel's full lips. "And?"
No, Dean thought. No, no, no. Not after everything, not after that day in the park, not after... no he is not allowed to say that!
And then they were fighting, and there was a moment when Dean was terrified he'd be forced to fight Castiel, but Uriel stepped up, beating Dean's face in, talking about how much he'd been wanting to do it.
A flash of light, and the angels were gone, and Dean began to panic. If Castiel was dead, dead because of him...
But it was just Anna. Anna and her blood sigil. When he heard what she'd done, Dean was torn between thanking her and shaking her hard, and demanding she bring Castiel back.
Dean slipped into the Impala's backseat, pulling Anna with him. He didn't want this, not really. But he couldn't have what he wanted, and it was looking like he never would. Anna was pretty, but he looked into her green eyes and saw blue. He stroked her thick, red hair, and felt feathery strands that were black in his mind's eye. She was smooth where he wanted rough, soft where he wanted hard. And when she touched his mark, he shuddered with disgust, barely managing to maintain his arousal. That mark belonged to Castiel, and Castiel alone.
It was with that thought in his mind, the thought of a tan coat and full lips, of blue eyes and a frowning face, that he came, barely managing to keep a cry of Castiel's name off his lips.
He slipped into sleep.
"It's so cute when monkeys wear clothes."
There was Uriel and his smug face.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Dean was actually relieved. He'd rather face Uriel than a morning-after Anna.
"It's the only way we could speak, since you're hiding like cowards." Despite his words, Uriel sounded amused.
"You're off your leash; where's your boss?" Dean tried so hard to make it casual, but he could hear the note of desperation in his own voice. He just hoped Uriel didn't notice it.'
"Castiel?" Uriel looked around as if he could see Heaven. Which, Dean realized, he probably could. "He's, eh... he's not here. See, he has this weakness. He liked you."
And that was it. Dean was gone. He barely heard Uriel's taunts and threats, his sly comments about angel food cake. Castiel liked him. Enough so that it was considered a weakness. Dean knew it shouldn't make him so damn happy, but it couldn't be helped. He liked the idea of being the stoic angel's only weakness.
It wasn't until Uriel mentioned Sam that Dean returned to the conversation. "You know..." the angel drawled, walking slowly around Dean, his hands in his pockets, "I could simply... let Sam take your place. After all, you Winchesters are always so willing to throw yourselves into Hell for each other. I'm sure he'd agree immediately."
Dean's heart quickened and his eyes narrowed. "You soulless son of a bitch," he said. "It's Anna or Sam, is that it?"
Uriel smiled. "Yes."
So, in the end, there was no choice involved. Dean didn't exist without Sam; he just didn't work that way.
Sorry, Anna.