fic, supernatural: Zeppelin Rules (or five times Dean tried to teach Castiel about music), NC17
This is me reposting from the Dean/Castiel kink meme. I fear there will be at least four or five other posts like this in the next week, sorry in advance. *cough*
Title: Zeppelin Rules (or five times Dean tried to teach Castiel about music)
Rating: NC17
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Words: 2140
Summary: In which Dean tries to introduce Castiel to the joys of real music, not always succeeding, we find out that Castiel's music taste is pretty eclectic, Sam totally knows better and it's stated that nothing gets better than Led Zeppelin.
Spoilers: well, it's supposed to be post-apocalypse or something but no specific spoilers really. If I say general S4 I'm safe I think.
Disclaimer: I sure as hell don't own them and if I had money to own at least one of the songs mentioned I wouldn't be here.
A/N: written for the Dean/Castiel kink meme for the prompt Dean teaches Castiel about music. By the way: I do not agree with Dean on what he dislikes and I embrace more or less all the other opinions here expressed. ;)
Dean decides that the music lessons are mandatory when it's clear that Cas will stick around. He communicates his decision, while getting back to the motel. He sort of starts regretting it, though, when two hours later Castiel says that he's wondering why, as Sam got into his own room, he had patted his shoulder and told him that he had all of his moral support and had wished him good luck. Dean answers that Sam is seriously a douche when he wants, and proceeds to shut Castiel up the way that always works.
He doesn't know that he will come to regret it.
One: Metallica (or the first Huge Failure, or when Castiel decided that Mozart is better than James Hetfield)
The first time, Dean tries to start in the neatest way possible. Sam gets the backseat, Castiel gets the front one, he makes sure they have a long drive to go; he sports his best smile as he pushes in his most fucking awesome Metallica songs mixtape into the radio.
To be actually honest, the first song doesn't go that bad; it's Nothing Else Matters, and Dean should have realized that it meant to start with a cheat.
But since Castiel lightly taps his fingers against the windowsill, Dean files it as a victory and as the song ends starts praising the likes of Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammet, not to mention how Hetfield is a fucking great singer, and well, this song has Jason Newsted, but the following has Cliff Burton and fuck, man, Cliff Burton was the real thing, except that then For Whom The Bell Tolls starts and Castiel visibly winces.
He visibly winces again during Ride The Lightning, but still doesn't say anything. Dean sees Sam trying not to laugh in the rearview mirror and hopes that the following is better. Right, maybe Ride is for... experts. Surely anything from Master of Puppets will work, right? They get through the title track and Disposable Heroes, but at Leper Messiah Castiel definitely winces and, voice very small, tells Dean that he really doesn't get it, and Dean turns the tape off in resignation. Fine. Metallica are not for all. Then he has the very, very bad idea of asking Castiel to choose one tape. He should have realized that he would have ended up looking in the, like, ten tapes his dad left in the box before giving him the car. He should have knows that he'd have picked that one just on instinct.
As Mozart's Piano Concerto 22, K482 (the one Dean never could stand) fills the car and Castiel's features become visibly more relaxed, Dean tries not to curse aloud and not to crash the car because he really wants to punch Sam. Dean fucking hates classical music, dammit.
Two: ACDC (or the other Huge Failure, or how Castiel declared Kurt Cobain a much more worthy singer than Brian Johnson)
The following day, Dean tries the same way; Cas rides shotgun, Sam is in the back, the box with the tapes is safely in the back too and Dean is fucking going to make Castiel see the light. After all, can anyone resist Back in Black and Hell's Bells or Highway To Hell?
Turns out he was just one third right.
Sadly, his hottest ACDC tunes mix only has Highway To Hell from the Bon Scott era; pity, because Castiel had seemed to enjoy it.
But then Back In Black starts and Dean almost crashes the car when after thirty seconds Castiel's hand turns the radio off.
Which doesn't mean anything good, since everyone knows that the radio is off limits.
"Dean, I am deeply sorry, but... I'm sure that he has his merits, but this person's voice reminds me of..."
"... of?"
"Well, I cannot exactly explain you, but... the closest I can come in human terms is an off-key hen with a bad throat. Sorry, I don't wish to mock your music, but..."
"Cas," Sam interrupts before Dean can say anything, "don't mind him. Anyway, it's not like you're alone here."
Dean rolls his eyes and doesn't answer. Two against one, fine, fine, whatever. He doesn't really notice when Sam hands Castiel one of his freaking tapes and says he might like it better.
When Nirvana's Unplugged In New York starts, Dean almost crashes the car again. Fuck. He's strangling Sam as soon as they arrive. Sam knows he fucking hates fucking Nirvana. Kurt Cobain and that damned flannel shirt and that grunge thing that completely ruined the real rock music. Of course Sam had his Nirvana phase when he was a kid, and Dean still remembers that he was depressed for a week when Cobain shot himself, but still, fuck, Sam knows that he...
And then he notices that Castiel listens intently as that voice he loathes sings softly I can't see the end of me, my whole expense I cannot see, I formulate infinity deep inside me... and almost crashes the car again when Castiel slowly nods.
"Cas. You can't tell me you like fucking Mozart and fucking Nirvana at the same time."
"Well, I'm afraid I do. Why?"
"But... it's... like, you can't like Nirvana AND Mozart, it's a... I mean, a counter-sense! It's... and that guy was freaking incapable of playing a guitar, I mean..."
"Dean, you're being unjust. While I'll admit that Mozart was more suited to my taste, this poor Kurt Cobain that you hate so much doesn't sound half as bad as you say. Surely he's a more competent singer than... Brian Johnson. Not to mention that these lyrics have a much deeper meaning, if I can express my opinion."
Dean is stuck with Nirvana for the rest of the day, and sadly Castiel doesn't change opinion when Sam grins and hands him Nevermind.
The scariest thing is that when they pass to the next record and Sam actually starts singing along to Rape Me, Castiel sorts of joins him even if he keeps his voice low.
Fuck this. For once he wishes that Sam took out the fucking Bon Jovi mixtape. At least Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion. Nirvana fucking don't.
Three: Robert Johnson (or the last of the Great Failures, or how Castiel's taste turned out to be really eclectic)
The third time is the last time Dean tries the whole Cas-rides-shotgun-and-Sam-in-the-back-thing-during-a-free-day. It hadn't even started too bad. Actually, when Dean tried Robert Johnson thinking that maybe he shouldn't have started with metal, for the first five songs everything goes smooth and Castiel says that he enjoys it. Dean almost checks it as a victory.
Then, at the seventh song, Castiel's hand goes to his mouth and he yawns.
Fine, coincidence. Then it happens a second time. Then a third. Then Castiel says that he's sorry but after six songs he couldn't hear the difference. Dean gives up and says he can choose another random one, possibly not Mozart. Castiel nods and Dean should have known that he'd have ended up with his dad's tapes again. And that he'd have picked up the other evil one. Because fuck, well, his dad's mixtape with his own Queen Greatest Hits is, in Dean's opinion, almost as evil as Lucifer himself.
Clearly, the first one is I Want To Break Free. Dean is tempted to shut it off. But then Castiel says that he found that the lyrics had an incredibly strong and worthy message, not to mention that the music was truly inspiring.
Dean wonders what would Cas say if he saw the video. Then fucking Bohemian Rhapsody starts. Clearly Castiel likes a song with a fucking operatic section in. Clearly Dean is stuck with Queen for the following eight hours. Life is a fucking drag sometimes, and teaching your renegade-angel-turned-lover about the good stuff is more difficult than he'd have thought, even if he has to give Castiel one; surely, Dean has never dated someone with such an eclectic music taste.
Four: Bruce Springsteen (or how finally a common ground was found
Bruce Springsteen is the last resort. Dean pulls his Born In Whatever Place To Do Whatever Thing / Springsteen mix in when they're stuck on the highway because of an incident some miles before them. He doesn't exactly go crazy over old Bruce, but he was the only one that both he and Sam ever liked so maybe it'll work this once. Right?
Half an hour later, Dean decides that Bruce fucking Springsteen is a miracle man. Castiel has rewinded The River at least three times already and started praising Jungleland's epic qualities, not to mention that he completely fell in love with Adam Raised A Cain which for Dean is kinda creepy, but whatever. Bible references and all, of course Castiel likes it.
Dean kind of thinks that Rosalita is way more fun, but he'll have patience. It's on side B and after half an hour they haven't moved one inch.
The next town he's in, for some kind of miracle he finds a store that still sells tapes and buys all the Springsteen they have. Considering that they did indeed find some common ground, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, and the day after as Castiel and Sam end up discussing Nebraska's deep social meaning, Dean lets out a breath of relief.
Five: Led Zeppelin (or how Dean realized that it really was that simple)
He curses himself for not having tried Zeppelin earlier and for not having had the idea earlier. Fuck, it was there and clear in front of his eyes and he hadn't seen it. Right, maybe Zeppelin during a trip wouldn't have been that great idea, it could have ended like Metallica, but Dean now knows that he hadn't taken two things into account. First, Castiel obviously likes melodic stuff and Led Zeppelin indeed own Metallica in that department; and second, the situation.
Because Dean is sure that when they're done, Castiel will agree that nothing beats sex with Zeppelin on.
Said, people worry I can't keep you satisfied, let me tell you baby, you ain't nothin but a two-bit, no-good jive, Robert Plant sings, and Dean smirks as Castiel shivers under him. They're both naked in the back seat of the car and Dean is pretty grateful that this is a foggy day. Right, the motel they're in is such a sorry one that they're probably the only ones with a room, but still. He smiles as he trails kisses over Castiel's neck following the drumming rhythm and can't help feeling a certain satisfaction when Castiel grinds into him and grips his shoulders harder. Dean leans down and kisses him fully on the mouth, tasting the ridiculously sweet coffee Castiel had earlier (Dean had made a point of teaching the feathery bastard the joys of food before the joys of music); he plunges his tongue deep as his hand trails slowly over Castiel's chest, careful to go in synchrony. Because he chose this song for a fucking specific reason.
Squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg, and Dean is perfectly on time as his hand closes around Castiel's cock. After all, he knows II by heart.
"So, you want me to do as he says?"
"I..."
The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed, Robert Plant sings, and Castiel grows even harder.
"So?"
"Yes," Castiel breathes, his voice hoarse and his eyes glistening in the surrounding darkness.
"Well, then it is," Dean murmurs low in his ear, and then his hand starts jerking Cas off slowly still following the music's flow. Pretty fucking great that the last half of this song is practically an entire bass solo, which is great for rhythm if you need some. When John Paul Jones slows down Dean slows down, when he goes faster Dean goes faster and when he wants to make a change he goes along with Jimmy Page; Castiel's hips thrust up and he grows desperately hard in his hand. And then Dean realizes that Castiel is following the rhythm too; he barely has time to be pleased with himself when Castiel comes hard at Robert Plant's last baby before the song rushes to its end. Dean comes soon after, unable to resist any longer; but as soon as he collapses against Castiel, he can't help noticing that the following song is Thank You. Which clearly has the most chick-flick lyrics Led Zeppelin ever had on a record, but he doesn't really care, not when Castiel is warm against him and his arms are bringing him closer.
"So," Dean asks after a long, lazy kiss, "do we agree on the basic rule?"
"Zeppelin rules," Cas mouths before kissing him again, and Dean internally screams victory. Hell yes, nothing beats fucking Led Zeppelin, that's for sure.
End.
Title: Zeppelin Rules (or five times Dean tried to teach Castiel about music)
Rating: NC17
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Words: 2140
Summary: In which Dean tries to introduce Castiel to the joys of real music, not always succeeding, we find out that Castiel's music taste is pretty eclectic, Sam totally knows better and it's stated that nothing gets better than Led Zeppelin.
Spoilers: well, it's supposed to be post-apocalypse or something but no specific spoilers really. If I say general S4 I'm safe I think.
Disclaimer: I sure as hell don't own them and if I had money to own at least one of the songs mentioned I wouldn't be here.
A/N: written for the Dean/Castiel kink meme for the prompt Dean teaches Castiel about music. By the way: I do not agree with Dean on what he dislikes and I embrace more or less all the other opinions here expressed. ;)
Dean decides that the music lessons are mandatory when it's clear that Cas will stick around. He communicates his decision, while getting back to the motel. He sort of starts regretting it, though, when two hours later Castiel says that he's wondering why, as Sam got into his own room, he had patted his shoulder and told him that he had all of his moral support and had wished him good luck. Dean answers that Sam is seriously a douche when he wants, and proceeds to shut Castiel up the way that always works.
He doesn't know that he will come to regret it.
One: Metallica (or the first Huge Failure, or when Castiel decided that Mozart is better than James Hetfield)
The first time, Dean tries to start in the neatest way possible. Sam gets the backseat, Castiel gets the front one, he makes sure they have a long drive to go; he sports his best smile as he pushes in his most fucking awesome Metallica songs mixtape into the radio.
To be actually honest, the first song doesn't go that bad; it's Nothing Else Matters, and Dean should have realized that it meant to start with a cheat.
But since Castiel lightly taps his fingers against the windowsill, Dean files it as a victory and as the song ends starts praising the likes of Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammet, not to mention how Hetfield is a fucking great singer, and well, this song has Jason Newsted, but the following has Cliff Burton and fuck, man, Cliff Burton was the real thing, except that then For Whom The Bell Tolls starts and Castiel visibly winces.
He visibly winces again during Ride The Lightning, but still doesn't say anything. Dean sees Sam trying not to laugh in the rearview mirror and hopes that the following is better. Right, maybe Ride is for... experts. Surely anything from Master of Puppets will work, right? They get through the title track and Disposable Heroes, but at Leper Messiah Castiel definitely winces and, voice very small, tells Dean that he really doesn't get it, and Dean turns the tape off in resignation. Fine. Metallica are not for all. Then he has the very, very bad idea of asking Castiel to choose one tape. He should have realized that he would have ended up looking in the, like, ten tapes his dad left in the box before giving him the car. He should have knows that he'd have picked that one just on instinct.
As Mozart's Piano Concerto 22, K482 (the one Dean never could stand) fills the car and Castiel's features become visibly more relaxed, Dean tries not to curse aloud and not to crash the car because he really wants to punch Sam. Dean fucking hates classical music, dammit.
Two: ACDC (or the other Huge Failure, or how Castiel declared Kurt Cobain a much more worthy singer than Brian Johnson)
The following day, Dean tries the same way; Cas rides shotgun, Sam is in the back, the box with the tapes is safely in the back too and Dean is fucking going to make Castiel see the light. After all, can anyone resist Back in Black and Hell's Bells or Highway To Hell?
Turns out he was just one third right.
Sadly, his hottest ACDC tunes mix only has Highway To Hell from the Bon Scott era; pity, because Castiel had seemed to enjoy it.
But then Back In Black starts and Dean almost crashes the car when after thirty seconds Castiel's hand turns the radio off.
Which doesn't mean anything good, since everyone knows that the radio is off limits.
"Dean, I am deeply sorry, but... I'm sure that he has his merits, but this person's voice reminds me of..."
"... of?"
"Well, I cannot exactly explain you, but... the closest I can come in human terms is an off-key hen with a bad throat. Sorry, I don't wish to mock your music, but..."
"Cas," Sam interrupts before Dean can say anything, "don't mind him. Anyway, it's not like you're alone here."
Dean rolls his eyes and doesn't answer. Two against one, fine, fine, whatever. He doesn't really notice when Sam hands Castiel one of his freaking tapes and says he might like it better.
When Nirvana's Unplugged In New York starts, Dean almost crashes the car again. Fuck. He's strangling Sam as soon as they arrive. Sam knows he fucking hates fucking Nirvana. Kurt Cobain and that damned flannel shirt and that grunge thing that completely ruined the real rock music. Of course Sam had his Nirvana phase when he was a kid, and Dean still remembers that he was depressed for a week when Cobain shot himself, but still, fuck, Sam knows that he...
And then he notices that Castiel listens intently as that voice he loathes sings softly I can't see the end of me, my whole expense I cannot see, I formulate infinity deep inside me... and almost crashes the car again when Castiel slowly nods.
"Cas. You can't tell me you like fucking Mozart and fucking Nirvana at the same time."
"Well, I'm afraid I do. Why?"
"But... it's... like, you can't like Nirvana AND Mozart, it's a... I mean, a counter-sense! It's... and that guy was freaking incapable of playing a guitar, I mean..."
"Dean, you're being unjust. While I'll admit that Mozart was more suited to my taste, this poor Kurt Cobain that you hate so much doesn't sound half as bad as you say. Surely he's a more competent singer than... Brian Johnson. Not to mention that these lyrics have a much deeper meaning, if I can express my opinion."
Dean is stuck with Nirvana for the rest of the day, and sadly Castiel doesn't change opinion when Sam grins and hands him Nevermind.
The scariest thing is that when they pass to the next record and Sam actually starts singing along to Rape Me, Castiel sorts of joins him even if he keeps his voice low.
Fuck this. For once he wishes that Sam took out the fucking Bon Jovi mixtape. At least Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion. Nirvana fucking don't.
Three: Robert Johnson (or the last of the Great Failures, or how Castiel's taste turned out to be really eclectic)
The third time is the last time Dean tries the whole Cas-rides-shotgun-and-Sam-in-the-back-thing-during-a-free-day. It hadn't even started too bad. Actually, when Dean tried Robert Johnson thinking that maybe he shouldn't have started with metal, for the first five songs everything goes smooth and Castiel says that he enjoys it. Dean almost checks it as a victory.
Then, at the seventh song, Castiel's hand goes to his mouth and he yawns.
Fine, coincidence. Then it happens a second time. Then a third. Then Castiel says that he's sorry but after six songs he couldn't hear the difference. Dean gives up and says he can choose another random one, possibly not Mozart. Castiel nods and Dean should have known that he'd have ended up with his dad's tapes again. And that he'd have picked up the other evil one. Because fuck, well, his dad's mixtape with his own Queen Greatest Hits is, in Dean's opinion, almost as evil as Lucifer himself.
Clearly, the first one is I Want To Break Free. Dean is tempted to shut it off. But then Castiel says that he found that the lyrics had an incredibly strong and worthy message, not to mention that the music was truly inspiring.
Dean wonders what would Cas say if he saw the video. Then fucking Bohemian Rhapsody starts. Clearly Castiel likes a song with a fucking operatic section in. Clearly Dean is stuck with Queen for the following eight hours. Life is a fucking drag sometimes, and teaching your renegade-angel-turned-lover about the good stuff is more difficult than he'd have thought, even if he has to give Castiel one; surely, Dean has never dated someone with such an eclectic music taste.
Four: Bruce Springsteen (or how finally a common ground was found
Bruce Springsteen is the last resort. Dean pulls his Born In Whatever Place To Do Whatever Thing / Springsteen mix in when they're stuck on the highway because of an incident some miles before them. He doesn't exactly go crazy over old Bruce, but he was the only one that both he and Sam ever liked so maybe it'll work this once. Right?
Half an hour later, Dean decides that Bruce fucking Springsteen is a miracle man. Castiel has rewinded The River at least three times already and started praising Jungleland's epic qualities, not to mention that he completely fell in love with Adam Raised A Cain which for Dean is kinda creepy, but whatever. Bible references and all, of course Castiel likes it.
Dean kind of thinks that Rosalita is way more fun, but he'll have patience. It's on side B and after half an hour they haven't moved one inch.
The next town he's in, for some kind of miracle he finds a store that still sells tapes and buys all the Springsteen they have. Considering that they did indeed find some common ground, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, and the day after as Castiel and Sam end up discussing Nebraska's deep social meaning, Dean lets out a breath of relief.
Five: Led Zeppelin (or how Dean realized that it really was that simple)
He curses himself for not having tried Zeppelin earlier and for not having had the idea earlier. Fuck, it was there and clear in front of his eyes and he hadn't seen it. Right, maybe Zeppelin during a trip wouldn't have been that great idea, it could have ended like Metallica, but Dean now knows that he hadn't taken two things into account. First, Castiel obviously likes melodic stuff and Led Zeppelin indeed own Metallica in that department; and second, the situation.
Because Dean is sure that when they're done, Castiel will agree that nothing beats sex with Zeppelin on.
Said, people worry I can't keep you satisfied, let me tell you baby, you ain't nothin but a two-bit, no-good jive, Robert Plant sings, and Dean smirks as Castiel shivers under him. They're both naked in the back seat of the car and Dean is pretty grateful that this is a foggy day. Right, the motel they're in is such a sorry one that they're probably the only ones with a room, but still. He smiles as he trails kisses over Castiel's neck following the drumming rhythm and can't help feeling a certain satisfaction when Castiel grinds into him and grips his shoulders harder. Dean leans down and kisses him fully on the mouth, tasting the ridiculously sweet coffee Castiel had earlier (Dean had made a point of teaching the feathery bastard the joys of food before the joys of music); he plunges his tongue deep as his hand trails slowly over Castiel's chest, careful to go in synchrony. Because he chose this song for a fucking specific reason.
Squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg, and Dean is perfectly on time as his hand closes around Castiel's cock. After all, he knows II by heart.
"So, you want me to do as he says?"
"I..."
The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed, Robert Plant sings, and Castiel grows even harder.
"So?"
"Yes," Castiel breathes, his voice hoarse and his eyes glistening in the surrounding darkness.
"Well, then it is," Dean murmurs low in his ear, and then his hand starts jerking Cas off slowly still following the music's flow. Pretty fucking great that the last half of this song is practically an entire bass solo, which is great for rhythm if you need some. When John Paul Jones slows down Dean slows down, when he goes faster Dean goes faster and when he wants to make a change he goes along with Jimmy Page; Castiel's hips thrust up and he grows desperately hard in his hand. And then Dean realizes that Castiel is following the rhythm too; he barely has time to be pleased with himself when Castiel comes hard at Robert Plant's last baby before the song rushes to its end. Dean comes soon after, unable to resist any longer; but as soon as he collapses against Castiel, he can't help noticing that the following song is Thank You. Which clearly has the most chick-flick lyrics Led Zeppelin ever had on a record, but he doesn't really care, not when Castiel is warm against him and his arms are bringing him closer.
"So," Dean asks after a long, lazy kiss, "do we agree on the basic rule?"
"Zeppelin rules," Cas mouths before kissing him again, and Dean internally screams victory. Hell yes, nothing beats fucking Led Zeppelin, that's for sure.
End.