Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety Three Miles (1/???) WIP (Destiel)
Title: Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety Three Miles (1/???) WIP
Fandom: Supernatural (AU)
Author: Joseethefirst
Rating: PG (NC-17 later)
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas , Sam/Jess (slight Sam/Gabe at the end) <--highlight for spoilers!
Warnings: nothing
Word Count: 4188 words
Summary: Dean travels from Palo Alto to Montréal, Québec to finally meet the man he's met on tumblr and fell in love with. Dean's never dated men before but Castiel might just be the one for him and Dean won't let distance get in his way.
Notes: Inspired by all the stories of people who meet online then in RL, and how real the love between them is. Also, kinda wanted Cas to be Canadian. Sorry if anything Montreal is wrong, I live in Ottawa but I've had Montrealers help me out!
“Montreal?! Out of all the places you could go - you pick Montreal?! You don’t even speak French! I didn’t even think you LIKED Canada! And you’re aware that you’re going to Canada in WINTER right?!”
Dean has to admit, his brother’s reaction was exactly what he expected. He had never before shown any interest in the country and especially not the city before this. But he had a reason for wanting to go there - nobody would know him. At 26, Dean felt it was a little old of him to want to experiment, but, he really felt like he needed to do this. Dean licked his lips. Okay, it was kinda crazy. He was going all the way to Montreal to meet up with someone he had been skyping and tumblring with for the past months and frankly, he just really wanted to meet him. It could be because he had a mad, mad crush on Castiel and just wanted to confirm it. If anybody asked, Dean would instantly say that he’s straight. Not because he’s homophobic or anything, more like he never really…explored his gay side before. He always kinda knew he had one - but after his mother’s death when he was really little, he was too busy trying to help his dad raise Sam and keep the order in the household to even think of experimenting with guys. Also, truth be told, he has no real idea how John would react to it. His father had never made any homophobic comments or cracks - he just never really expressed an opinion on the topic as a hole. Which, truth be told, worried Dean even more because he had no idea how his dad would react.
But Dean has been in love before and he recognizes the signs. He knew that his stomach fluttered when they were talking, whether on skype, face to face, through the chat box, via messages on tumblr, via tweets, texting or even late night phone calls. He kept the pictures Castiel had sent to his phone, even though some of them were plain weird, funny, or even just a picture of himself, showing off his new haircut, Dean kept them stored in his phone, flickering through them when he got lonely, remembering every word said about them. He couldn’t go to sleep without Castiel’s ‘goodnight’ (even though, Castiel being apparently extremely fluent, kept sending him ‘goodnight’ in different languages), they needed to talk at least once a day, and when Castiel’s father was in the hospital because his kidneys were shutting down, Dean had waiting diligently for news, clutching onto his phone to make sure he’d be there the moment Cas texted, to support him and to be there when Castiel called at 3am, sobbing loudly because his father just passed. Oddly enough, in Dean’s mind, they were already dating. They just needed to push that envelope a little farther. But, Dean knew very well that he only knew his side in all of this and had no idea how Castiel really felt. He was pretty damn sure he knew, but he needed to know for sure. At least though, he didn’t have the straight man dilemma, Castiel wasn’t secretive about his sexuality. The two had actually met when Dean had reblogged a Kirk and Spock picture Castiel drew; the two had started to follow each other and started this reblogging dance which soon led to them exchanging information. The two do tell each other ‘I love you’, but candidly. So he needed to make sure.
Dean just had to finally hold Castiel in his arms. He just had to hear that laugh live, see that smile before he goes to bed and finally kiss the crap out of him.
But all depended on this trip and how Dean wound up feeling when it would time to take the jump. Will he actually be able to if Cas is a man?
“So, how long will you be gone anyways?!”
“About two weeks. I’ll take me about two days and a half to drive there, then a week, and then two days and a half to drive back.” If I don’t just move in with him thought Dean, licking his lips. Not like Castiel had not offered or anything. Actually, he offered a lot whenever Dean talked about maybe wanting a change of scenery. And if they reaaaaaaally hit it off. Dean shook his head. The family didn’t relocate to Palo Alto so that Sam had them nearby just for him to move away. But then again, he was 26 years old and as a mechanic, he could work anywhere he wanted. And it wasn’t that he didn’t like California, it was just too warm and...California-y. He was a Kansas boy and he was having a hard time adjusting to the people. Not saying that he’d be better in Montreal, just, maybe it could be.
Dean groaned, this was much more complicated then he thought it would be.
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It took him the two and a half days exactly to get to Montreal. He felt kinda weird showing his passport, brand new passport, to the border police, a little embarrassed that he had never left the country. (Sam had travelled to Europe a couple of times already). But he soon enough go to Montreal.
The french was overwhelming.
Not in the sense that everything was not bilingual, more in the sense that Dean was really not sure how to pronounce many of the names so didn’t want to ask for directions. Soon enough though, after driving around long enough, he had to get help and he knew it. He pulled into a small gas station, filling up his ‘67 Impala when he heard a low whistle. He turned his head and noticed a guy looking over his baby.
“Damn! How did you keep her in such good shape?” Sweet! He spoke english! It was perfect!
“Tender, loving care.” replied Dean, smirking, then his expression soften to a more modest one “Hey, can you help me out? I’m here visiting someone and I’m looking on how to get to St Catherine?” The guy nodded, pointing towards the left “You’re right by it, just turn the corner at those lights, on the right, and then when you hit the next lights, it’s right there!”
Dean grinned brightly. “Thanks!” Perfect! He whipped out his phone, quickly writing a text for Cas that read
I’m just about there - just loading up my baby now
Dean was rewarded by a rapid-fast reply
I’m waiting for you outside! Let’s go eat after! I’m starving!
Dean couldn’t be smiling even more.
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Dean turned the corner and slowed down his car, looking around. The place was obviously a very busy place for merchants. There were stores everywhere and then finally he found the place he was looking for, and then he saw exactly who he was looking for. Castiel smiled brightly, waving his hand. Dean grinned, honking his horn, making Castiel laugh. Oh god, he could not wait to hear that sound live. He pulled up on the sidewalk besides Castiel. Castiel merely smiled, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat, smiling right at Dean.
Dean felt like time had slowed down.
There was Castiel. The object of his affection, sitting in his baby, smiling at him. And he was even more gorgeous in person. Wavy dark hair, the most beautiful blue eyes in the world, he was tall, about Dean’s height, he had a sexy stubble going on and was wearing a black military coat and a pair of skinny jeans with black boots. They both paused, merely smiling to each other, when suddenly, they both launched at each other, hugging each other tightly. “Dean! Dean! I can’t believe it’s really you!”
A shiver ran through Dean’s spine as he pulled Castiel in a tighter hug “I was just thinking the same thing, man.” And then he realised he was hugging another man, tightly, in a car, on the side of the street.
And then another thought ran through his head.
Nobody here goddamn knows him.
For the first time in his life, Dean finally relaxed.
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After Cas has guided Dean into the underground parking of his building, they had rushed upstairs to Castiel’s apartment. The minute Dean walked into it - he fell in love. It was a nice, simple one bedroom apartment. It was a big kitchen though, a large, open living room, a bathroom with a large tub (for which Dean hoped they could share at one point), and a large bedroom, with a large queen size black sled bed, with golden sheets. Oh god, please oh please let them share this bed. Around the apartment, there was a selection of framed posters and reproductions of paintings Castiel liked. Dean had already seen pictures of the place, but now it was different - he was in it. “Does it suit your taste still?” asked Castiel playfully. Dean grinned brightly “Looks amazing, Cas. So, where should I dump my stuff before we go eat?” Castiel paused, eyes wide.
Bingo.
“Well...there’s options. You could sleep on the couch, which is a futon...but .. it can get rather cold, so I’d recommend you take the bed and I’ll take the futon.”
“I’m not taking your bed, Cas. Why don’t we just...share?”
Castiel looked extremely surprised. But not put off. Great sign. “You’re aware you’re suggesting two grown men share a bed, right?”
Dean nodded slowly, smiling as he walked up to Castiel. Castiel took a step forward, making both men incredibly close. “...Your actions will have consequences.” stated Castiel, his eyes half-lidded as he licked his lips, staring at Dean’s lips for a moment, before flickering his gaze up to Dean’s eyes. Dean hadn’t been realizing he had been doing it himself. “....Cas” Castiel swallowed loudly “Yes?” “...would it be bad if I kissed you?”
Castiel didn’t even answer; he just pulled Dean in by his shirt, and kissed him deeply.
Oh. Hell. Yes.
Dean made a hungry noise, deepening the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Castiel’s back, pulling him closer. They continued to kiss as if they had been starving for it their whole lives until oxygen became an issue and they pulled back. Once the kiss was broken, they were both breathless, lips swollen; eyes wide and pupils completely dilated, looking at each other shocked, then they both chuckled softly. “I’ve been dying to do that.” confessed Cas, as he leaned down, grabbing Dean’s bags and turned towards his room. Castiel looked over his shoulder, smiling “Guess this changes a lot of my plans for this week - into even better plans. On va s’amuser!”
Dean could not wait!
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“So, what do you have planned for me exactly?” asked Dean as he looked around the pub they were in. Castiel smiled warmly, watching as Dean looked around “What’s this place name again?” Castiel chuckled softly, taking a sip of his beer “ Les 3 Brasseurs.” Dean made a frustrated face, looking straight at Castiel
“lay trow brusur?” attempted Dean, making Castiel chuckle softly “Close! It means the three beer makers.” “Oooh!” Castiel chuckled again, biting his lip as he looked down for a moment, then looked back up “And to answer your previous question, I had a few ideas, I thought I could show you the sights, we could visit a few museums that interest you, spend some time indoors, just cuddling under a blanket while watching movies or something, I thought that maybe you’d like to go skating or sledding, I don’t know! I have a whole pack of ideas!” Dean smiled, taking Cas’ hand in his over the table, giving it a squeeze. “That all sounds great, Cas. By the way, what did you order us anyways? You like, zipped that order out in french so fast!” Castiel laughed again, squeezing Dean’s hand back as he started to play with Dean’s fingers “You’ll see, local delicacies! I promise you.”
And within moments, the waitress returned, dropping down plates of sandwiches and a giant plate of fries with cheese and gravy on the table “Bonne appétit!” said the waitress before walking away. Dean gasped, looking at the things on the table. “What the hell are those?” Cas laughed, “Montreal smoked meat sandwiches. Very famous! And that, my dear, is our famous poutine.” Dean made a low sound of contentment, grinning “Noooo! No way! You’re kidding me? I just got here and you Canadians are already trying to stuff me with poutine!” Castiel smirked “And if you come skating with me, I’ll get you a thing called a beaver tail, and it will blow your mind” Castiel couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the horrified expression on Dean’s face. “Not an actual beaver’s tail. It’s a pastry.” Dean sighed in relief, laughing a bit. Then he paused, looking at the food in front of him “This stuff is amazing, right?” Castiel smiled “It will blow your mind, and I’m not done stuffing you, I made you homemade treats.” Dean shivered in delight “Oh baby, my love for you is endless.” Castiel’s only reply was to lean over the table and kiss Dean softly. He could really get used to this.
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“Have you always lived here?” asked Dean as he and Castiel walked down the snowy streets.
Castiel nodded “Yeah, I lived here most of my life, we had a small stint in Ottawa when my dad got elected one term, but generally we stayed here.” Dean started to look around and frowned “....where are you taking me?” Castiel chuckled softly. Dean could not get enough of that sound “Old Montreal. This is the oldest point of the city. I figured we could wonder around.” Dean smiled, tugging Castiel in close, hugging him with one arm. Castiel made a surprised noise, and then his face got flushed as he wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist, holding him tight. Dean leaned in, inhaling the scent of Castiel’s hair. For some reason, this was bliss. He had been so scared that once he’d be with Castiel, that he’d chicken out, that he couldn’t do this. And yet, it made him soar. Dean pulled back slightly, leaning in to capture Castiel’s lips in a deep kiss. Castiel made a soft sound, deepening the kiss the most he could.
Dean broke the kiss, leaning their foreheads together. “Did you know this would happen?” he asked Castiel quietly. Castiel merely shook his head slightly and closed his eyes “No, but I wanted it to happen so badly.” then there was a pause “I’ve kinda been in love with you for a long time, Dean.” Dean blinked, surprised, then he smiled brightly “Me too...I...I was afraid of saying anything...I was also...this is all new to me.” Castiel pulled back slightly, taking Dean’s hands in his own “You were afraid that once you’d meet me, you’d realise that you’re not actually into men, right?” Dean smiled sheepishly, shrugging a bit as he nodded. Castiel smiled “And...the verdict is?” Dean smiled brightly “Can we get married?” Castiel laughed, scooping up some snow off the top of a newspaper box and threw it at Dean, hitting him in the chest “Oh shut up!” Dean merely laughed, turning around and running towards Castiel who was trying to escape. He tried to chase after him, but Castiel kept keeping a lead until Dean finally jumped, tackling them both in the snow.
They landed in a snowbank, both of them laughing loudly as they rolled onto their backs. Dean sighed happily. He was acting like a total idiot and didn’t even care. People were staring at them, laughing in the snow, and he didn’t even care. He rolled to his side, Castiel doing the same and they smiled at each other as the laughter died down, not caring at all. They both leaned in, Castiel placing his hand on Dean’s cheek, Dean putting his hand loosely on Cas’ waist as they shared a soft kiss, and neither of them cared about the world around them.
But alas, the world around them cared
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Sam was in his room, working on a court case when his Skype dinged. Sam looked up, frowning at the screen. He was sure he asked not to be disturbed unless it was absolutely necessary. But then his expression softened up when he noticed who it was. It was his girlfriend, Jessica. Jessica had to leave suddenly because of a death in the family and had been gone for a couple of days now. Sam quickly clicked on her name and read the message.
Is Dean in Montreal right now?!!?
Sam frowned. That was...weird.
Yes, he is, how did you know?
Sam tapped his desk frowning as he watched the little pencil in the chat fly and then
Umm...I’m in Montreal for the funeral. I was walking with my mom in Old Montreal, and I saw something...umm...I think you need to see this.
and then a document
Sam groaned. He hoped it wasn’t a picture of Dean being drunk and getting into fights or something equally as stupid. The photo couldn’t download fast enough. And when Sam clicked on it - he couldn’t believe what he saw.
IS THAT DEAN KISSING ANOTHER DUDE IN THE SNOW?!
This was the most surreal thing thing in the world. How was this even possible?! His womanizing older brother was in Montreal, making out with his dude.
I don’t know! But prior to that, they were chasing each other down the street, laughing, and then Dean tackled the guy in the snow and next thing you know, they’re kissing!
Sam froze. He never really did get an answer to why Dean had chosen Montreal out of all places. Just, suddenly, out of the blue, Dean announced during dinner that he was actually taking his two weeks vacation that he gets every year at the garage and going to Montreal from the 5th to the 18th. Sam and John were in complete shock but Dean never really specified why, even when he was asked. And he didn’t leave any hotel information and as far as Sam was concerned, there was no hotel reserved either. Did Dean go there to meet up with him? He had to know.
Jessica had to go soon after, which gave Sam the chance to get up and go to Dean’s room. He knew he shouldn’t do this, but he just HAD to know now! He opened the door and padded into Dean’s room. Truth be told, it hadn’t changed much since he was in high school. Still has the same old posters of his favourite bands and movies, the last family picture ever taken on Dean’s desk, where books and such were scattered - and Dean’s laptop. Sam grabbed the laptop with the cable and quickly went back in his room, closing the door. He put the laptop on his bed and quickly booted it up - sure enough, Dean never thought of putting a password. Soon enough, everything opened up and Dean had kept all of his things signed in.
The first thing that opened when his browser loaded up was this site called Tumblr. Sam frowned, looking around. It seemed that Dean was still logged in. He clicked on the blog and his jaw dropped. It was pages and pages of pictures from Star Trek, news about the new movie, movies in general, tv shows, artwork, comic book characters, reblogs of actors and actresses with Dean commenting in the small section at the bottom of it. Actually, Dean commented on everything in those small sections. Reblogs of music, jokes, and things. And then the most shocking thing - the gay porn.
There was gay porn.
Of Star Trek characters.
Doing each other.
On his brother’s blog.
Sam shook his head, trying to wrap his head around it - then he frowned. He saw a post that was basically Dean and some other person going back and fourth. A someone named VulcanByBirth The conversation was odd, almost too amicable and filled with gifs.
Dean, who is apparently GoldenGodCaptain: So, beyond excited for the new Star Trek movie! I only hope I can see it with someone who is awesome (you know who you are!)
VulcanByBirth: You better mean me. Or I’ll be pissed, Dean!
GoldenGodCaptain: Of course I mean you, Cas! One of us will have to do a pilgrimage.
VulcanByBirth: When you come and see me you’ll fall so in love with Montreal that you won’t ever want to leave. And then we’ll go see all the movies together!
GoldenGodCaptain: Hahaa! We’ll just have to see about that, now won’t we Cas~!!
VulcanByBirth: Only two more days until you leave! <3
GoldenGodCaptain: Two more days! <3
Sam never thought he’d see the day his brother would write a heart. But at least now he had a better idea. Did Dean really go to Montreal to meet this guy?! Is the guy even this Cas? Sam clicked on the name and it directed him to a blog that pretty much had most of the same reblogs as Dean. And a picture of him on the side and a picture of Spock.
It was him!
His name apparently was Castiel and he was 28 years old. He lived in Montreal and was worked as a librarian. And ‘shipped space husbands’. Whatever that was. And underneath his small blurb, he had a link that said “My Captain” and when Sam hovered over the link - it was to Dean’s blog. Sam clicked on it - going right back to Dean’s blog.
Dean. 26 years old. Kansas boy currently living in California.
And apparently also ‘shipped space husbands’. (with a quick google search, Sam found out it was Kirk and Spock boning each other. Fun.)
But Dean only had a picture of Captain Kirk. And a small link that said “My First Officer” and it was a link to Castiel’s blog.
Sam was in shock.
Dean really just went off to Montreal to meet this guy?!
Sam then clicked on the small envelope on top of the page and his jaw dropped. It was a bunch of messages back and fourth between Castiel and Dean. Once in a while, it was someone else, asking a question or praising Dean for apparently having ‘an amazing blog’, or someone telling them that they ‘shipped’ him and Cas together. But the messages shared between Dean and Cas were of a more private variety. After reading a bunch of the messages, he could only draw one conclusion.
They were dating.
It seemed that Montreal was really just for them to seal the deal. To make it official. And if that picture was anything to go by - holy shit. His brother was dating a dude!
Sam then closed the window and opened up the skype window. He quickly put himself as offline, and noticed that in the contacts, he had someone named “Cas”. He clicked on the conversation between the two and his jaw dropped again.
According to this history, Dean and this guy talked a lot. Like - a lot. And for hours on end. Sam always wondered what the hell Dean was doing on the laptop so much. He figured the other guy was looking at porn or something. Sam quickly read through some bits. Apparently they just talked about their day, talked about their families, books they’ve read, shows they’ve watched and apparently, shows they’re going to watch together. The two seemed to have been planning a ‘Nathan Filion Marathon’ for the following week after Dean came back.
Sam couldn’t believe it. Dean was really dating this guy! But then he smiled softly. This guy seemed really good for Dean. He seemed understanding and nice and really smart. And Dean seemed crazy about him too. Maybe this will be a really good thing for Dean.
But he was still pissed that Dean kept it a secret.
But now Sam had a dilemma - how can he bring this up with Dean?
Dean and Castiel had returned to Castiel’s place, unable to seperate for too long. They shared, long tender kisses as well as quick and hurried ones. Dean pushed Cas against the wall, quickly undoing Cas’ coat and pushing it off of his shoulders. Cas made a soft sound, pushing the coat off of Dean’s shoulders as well. Cas broke the kiss and smiled, holding Dean back as he tried to move back in for a kiss “Let’s cool down a bit, love, I have big plans for us, but I really think we should both get some rest. We have a small drive to our destination tomorrow.” Dean blinked, surprised “Tomorrow? Where are we going tomorrow?” Cas smiled “You’ll see, but first, bed? You have driven for days now with very little sleep, we can cuddle under the blankets?” Dean eyed Cas carefully, then he smiled “Alright then, you sold me.” Cas smirked and kissed Dean’s nose. “Good! You’ll love tomorrow!”