fic, SPN: the backseat (Dean/Castiel), PG13
Title: the backseat
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Wordcount: 1300
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: until 6x20, then goes wildly AU.
Warnings: none really.
Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine. Sadly for me.
Summary: Everything reminds him of 2014 - except that it’s not entirely the same.
A/N: written for pann_cake for the five acts meme, round five: the prompts were apocalypse, kissing, cars and sharing (clothes, in this case). Posting it in another entry because I'm not feeling like splitting anything in more than one comment today. Using for hc_bingo, stranded/survival scenario. Title from Gaslight Anthem.
The car’s windows are covered in steam and Dean doesn’t bother to raise his hand to put a remedy to it. It wouldn’t be worth the effort - the weather is so humid that it would form again in minutes, and to be honest the sight isn’t really this great. They’re in a motel’s parking lot and the motel is falling over itself; no point in looking at it.
Everything reminds him of 2014 - except that it’s not entirely the same.
He keeps an eye on Sam, who’s sleeping in the passenger seat; he looks okay, the wall is holding up still, and if they have to die if and when Raphael decides to take a break from ruling Heaven after releasing the Croatoan virus all over again, he hopes that it doesn’t fall before it happens.
He stirs on the backseat, looking at his watch; it’s getting late, damn -
Someone knocks on the door and wipes away the steam from the windows; Dean is quick to raise the power locks and open the back door. Cas gets in with one swift motion, carrying a small backpack in one arm and putting a secure on the gun he had in the other; Dean locks the car from the inside again. (It’s proofed against demons and angels, too, but sometimes he likes to use the good, old human methods too.)
Dean takes a good look at him - he doesn’t look too bad, except that the Zeppelin shirt of Dean’s that he had been wearing now has a rip that wasn’t there before.
“What happened?” he asks.
“There was a Croat in the drug store,” Cas says. “I had to run through a broken window. I’m sorry.”
“It’s just a shirt,” Dean replies. “Heck, you can keep it by this point.”
He takes the backpack and glances at what’s inside - drugs, bandages, disinfectant; Cas did rob that store thoroughly.
“Good job,” Dean answers, throwing the backpack under the driver’s seat.
“Bobby called. He says he’ll meet up with us in a couple days from now if he isn’t derailed.”
Dean nods - Bobby always calls Cas, since his phone is the only one still working. Cas sits back against the seat, relaxing just slightly, but Dean can see it - something’s off. More than usual, at least.
“What’s going on?” he asks, voice soft.
“Nothing of import,” Cas answers. “I just wish I had found a way to prevent this,” he adds a second later.
Dean shakes his head, moving closer and forcing Cas to lie down on the seat; he draws an arm around Cas’s waist, so that they’re face to face. The backseat is barely enough for the both of them, but unless they move too much no one will fall off.
“Shut up. Hey, you followed my advice. I mean, you could have told me to fuck off and gone your way. You’d probably still have your halo, if anything.”
Cas shivers, moving closer so that his head is leaning on Dean’s shoulder; his grip on Dean’s hip is almost painful. “I was wrong,” he replies, keeping his voice low. “Using Purgatory’s souls would have ruined me. I don’t regret what I lost. It’s what everyone else lost that I regret.”
Dean never knows what to say at this kind of thing; he gets it even too well, but… he can’t really regret having asked Cas not to go through with whatever he and Crowley had planned. At least they still have each other, and maybe it’s because he can be a very selfish person, but he can’t bring himself to feel bad about any of this. After all, you can’t save the world forever, but you can try to keep your friends safe, can’t you?
Instead of answering, he leans back until his lips find Cas’s. He keeps the kiss slow, his hand finding the back of Cas’s neck; he moans when the former angel’s fingers start carding through his hair, his grip on Dean’s hip lessening slightly. His tongue finds Cas’s and he almost smiles into the kiss when Cas moans into his mouth; for some reason Cas never tastes of anything that he can name, not even since he lost his wings the second Raphael ordered all the angels back home and shut Heaven’s door. Dean kind of likes that; it should be creepy, but he can’t help thinking that it’s somehow fitting. When the kiss is over, he takes Cas’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting it gently; Cas’s cheeks are flushed and Dean’s heart beats slightly faster when Cas’s hand reaches up and covers his cheek.
“I told you already,” Cas breathes, barely audible. “I’d rather be here. Being in charge was miserable,” he adds, almost to himself. Dean almost chuckles at that, but he knows that Cas is being serious here and he knows enough about how things went up there.
“Damn,” Dean says, “we should really find ourselves a proper damned room.” There are things he’d like to do now, but none of them is advisable when his brother is sleeping in the passenger seat.
“I could do with sleeping in a bed,” Cas agrees. Dean does chuckle at that, moving so that his lips are against Cas’s ear.
“Just sleeping? I had other plans. Like maybe take that shirt off you. And everything else, too. After all, I haven’t shown you half of the perks of humanity,” he says, and he feels Cas shivering against him, his arms moving to Dean’s shoulders. Damn, Dean really wants to just take a night off so that he can have his way with Cas for as much time as they need; it hasn’t happened for a month and this godforsaken business of cuddling (damn, he hates that word) in the back of the car isn’t enough. He’s crap with words and he won’t ever manage to tell Cas everything he deserves to hear, but he could show him, if only they weren’t stuck in a backseat.
“I will… take a rain check then,” Cas answers, his tone almost hesitant when he finishes the sentence, as if he's trying to understand if he likes how it sounds. Then he kisses Dean’s pulse point, his hands reaching up again for his head, his long fingers running through Dean’s hair all over again, and it’s Dean’s turn to shiver. He curls closer to Cas, no space left between them.
“I’ll take first watch,” Dean says, eyeing the gun still tucked in the waistband of Cas’s jeans. (Or Dean’s jeans that went to Cas, but it’s not as if they had time to go clothes shopping and Dean doesn’t mind sharing. Not really.) “I’ll just wake Sam for the second round, he’s been out since you left for the drug store run. You can take the first tomorrow.”
“All right,” Cas replies, his head moving to rest on Dean’s shoulder. His breathing is almost evened out a minute after he closes his eyes - he must have been exhausted, but if you’re not adjusted to have a real human body Dean can only understand why you’d get tired easily.
He can’t resist pressing his lips to the top of Cas’s head, which is barely inches from his lips right now. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, and he does it just because he’s sure that Cas won’t hear him. The two times he tried to say it out loud before, words got caught in his throat.
He gasps when one of Cas’s hands moves and finds his; Cas laces their fingers together and doesn’t say a thing. Dean can feel his own heart beating frantically; when Cas tries to move his hand away, he doesn’t let it go.
End.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Wordcount: 1300
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: until 6x20, then goes wildly AU.
Warnings: none really.
Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine. Sadly for me.
Summary: Everything reminds him of 2014 - except that it’s not entirely the same.
A/N: written for pann_cake for the five acts meme, round five: the prompts were apocalypse, kissing, cars and sharing (clothes, in this case). Posting it in another entry because I'm not feeling like splitting anything in more than one comment today. Using for hc_bingo, stranded/survival scenario. Title from Gaslight Anthem.
The car’s windows are covered in steam and Dean doesn’t bother to raise his hand to put a remedy to it. It wouldn’t be worth the effort - the weather is so humid that it would form again in minutes, and to be honest the sight isn’t really this great. They’re in a motel’s parking lot and the motel is falling over itself; no point in looking at it.
Everything reminds him of 2014 - except that it’s not entirely the same.
He keeps an eye on Sam, who’s sleeping in the passenger seat; he looks okay, the wall is holding up still, and if they have to die if and when Raphael decides to take a break from ruling Heaven after releasing the Croatoan virus all over again, he hopes that it doesn’t fall before it happens.
He stirs on the backseat, looking at his watch; it’s getting late, damn -
Someone knocks on the door and wipes away the steam from the windows; Dean is quick to raise the power locks and open the back door. Cas gets in with one swift motion, carrying a small backpack in one arm and putting a secure on the gun he had in the other; Dean locks the car from the inside again. (It’s proofed against demons and angels, too, but sometimes he likes to use the good, old human methods too.)
Dean takes a good look at him - he doesn’t look too bad, except that the Zeppelin shirt of Dean’s that he had been wearing now has a rip that wasn’t there before.
“What happened?” he asks.
“There was a Croat in the drug store,” Cas says. “I had to run through a broken window. I’m sorry.”
“It’s just a shirt,” Dean replies. “Heck, you can keep it by this point.”
He takes the backpack and glances at what’s inside - drugs, bandages, disinfectant; Cas did rob that store thoroughly.
“Good job,” Dean answers, throwing the backpack under the driver’s seat.
“Bobby called. He says he’ll meet up with us in a couple days from now if he isn’t derailed.”
Dean nods - Bobby always calls Cas, since his phone is the only one still working. Cas sits back against the seat, relaxing just slightly, but Dean can see it - something’s off. More than usual, at least.
“What’s going on?” he asks, voice soft.
“Nothing of import,” Cas answers. “I just wish I had found a way to prevent this,” he adds a second later.
Dean shakes his head, moving closer and forcing Cas to lie down on the seat; he draws an arm around Cas’s waist, so that they’re face to face. The backseat is barely enough for the both of them, but unless they move too much no one will fall off.
“Shut up. Hey, you followed my advice. I mean, you could have told me to fuck off and gone your way. You’d probably still have your halo, if anything.”
Cas shivers, moving closer so that his head is leaning on Dean’s shoulder; his grip on Dean’s hip is almost painful. “I was wrong,” he replies, keeping his voice low. “Using Purgatory’s souls would have ruined me. I don’t regret what I lost. It’s what everyone else lost that I regret.”
Dean never knows what to say at this kind of thing; he gets it even too well, but… he can’t really regret having asked Cas not to go through with whatever he and Crowley had planned. At least they still have each other, and maybe it’s because he can be a very selfish person, but he can’t bring himself to feel bad about any of this. After all, you can’t save the world forever, but you can try to keep your friends safe, can’t you?
Instead of answering, he leans back until his lips find Cas’s. He keeps the kiss slow, his hand finding the back of Cas’s neck; he moans when the former angel’s fingers start carding through his hair, his grip on Dean’s hip lessening slightly. His tongue finds Cas’s and he almost smiles into the kiss when Cas moans into his mouth; for some reason Cas never tastes of anything that he can name, not even since he lost his wings the second Raphael ordered all the angels back home and shut Heaven’s door. Dean kind of likes that; it should be creepy, but he can’t help thinking that it’s somehow fitting. When the kiss is over, he takes Cas’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting it gently; Cas’s cheeks are flushed and Dean’s heart beats slightly faster when Cas’s hand reaches up and covers his cheek.
“I told you already,” Cas breathes, barely audible. “I’d rather be here. Being in charge was miserable,” he adds, almost to himself. Dean almost chuckles at that, but he knows that Cas is being serious here and he knows enough about how things went up there.
“Damn,” Dean says, “we should really find ourselves a proper damned room.” There are things he’d like to do now, but none of them is advisable when his brother is sleeping in the passenger seat.
“I could do with sleeping in a bed,” Cas agrees. Dean does chuckle at that, moving so that his lips are against Cas’s ear.
“Just sleeping? I had other plans. Like maybe take that shirt off you. And everything else, too. After all, I haven’t shown you half of the perks of humanity,” he says, and he feels Cas shivering against him, his arms moving to Dean’s shoulders. Damn, Dean really wants to just take a night off so that he can have his way with Cas for as much time as they need; it hasn’t happened for a month and this godforsaken business of cuddling (damn, he hates that word) in the back of the car isn’t enough. He’s crap with words and he won’t ever manage to tell Cas everything he deserves to hear, but he could show him, if only they weren’t stuck in a backseat.
“I will… take a rain check then,” Cas answers, his tone almost hesitant when he finishes the sentence, as if he's trying to understand if he likes how it sounds. Then he kisses Dean’s pulse point, his hands reaching up again for his head, his long fingers running through Dean’s hair all over again, and it’s Dean’s turn to shiver. He curls closer to Cas, no space left between them.
“I’ll take first watch,” Dean says, eyeing the gun still tucked in the waistband of Cas’s jeans. (Or Dean’s jeans that went to Cas, but it’s not as if they had time to go clothes shopping and Dean doesn’t mind sharing. Not really.) “I’ll just wake Sam for the second round, he’s been out since you left for the drug store run. You can take the first tomorrow.”
“All right,” Cas replies, his head moving to rest on Dean’s shoulder. His breathing is almost evened out a minute after he closes his eyes - he must have been exhausted, but if you’re not adjusted to have a real human body Dean can only understand why you’d get tired easily.
He can’t resist pressing his lips to the top of Cas’s head, which is barely inches from his lips right now. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, and he does it just because he’s sure that Cas won’t hear him. The two times he tried to say it out loud before, words got caught in his throat.
He gasps when one of Cas’s hands moves and finds his; Cas laces their fingers together and doesn’t say a thing. Dean can feel his own heart beating frantically; when Cas tries to move his hand away, he doesn’t let it go.
End.