Sorry!, Supernatural fic; Dean/Castiel
Title: Sorry!
Author: erikssiren
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers, this was written before 8x17 aired. Some mention of the 2014!verse.
Summary: Dean finds a board game and wonders about the future.
Author's Notes: A while ago I requested prompts and risasparkles on Tumblr (who I think is moowithme113, right? I am so sorry I'm terrible and have forgotten) asked for Dean/Castiel - board games. And this happened. It's also kind of my theory as to why the 2014!verse could still happen. The title is also subject to change.
Not beta'd, sorry for any mistakes!
It didn’t take Dean long to get bored after Sam became absorbed with the books of the Men of Letters, so he used the past few weeks to start exploring the bunker and the place was a whole hell of a lot bigger than they had first thought.
Corridors led to more corridors which opened doors to bedrooms, bathrooms (all with the same amazing water pressure), libraries, a kitchen and still even more unopened doors. However, there had been very little in the way of entertainment. Didn’t these brainiacs have some fun other than books and chess?
Dean sighed as he continued his daily search of the place, opening a door to reveal some sort of storage closet filled with boxes. What first was a fun scavenger hunt was starting to turn tedious but until they found a case or heard from Kevin, there was little they could do. Dean was about to close the door again when a splash of color caught his eye. Slowly he pulled out a vintage Monopoly set from between two packing boxes. It was slightly dented but its still bright white, blue and red box brought a flash of memory to Dean’s mind.
He could see Cas, broken by the hallucinations of his brother, holding up a brightly colored box of a different board game, pouting slightly over the primary colors on the lid. The image startled Dean so much he almost dropped the box in his hands. It seemed a lifetime since then and Dean felt so much older just by recalling the memory.
He’d been worried about Cas a lot lately, though to be honest he had been worried about the angel since Dean pulled his trench coat from the water.
Another image moved forward, the memory of Cas, broken by humanity and smiling with a drug-induced haze over his eyes. A memory that could become reality in a year.
What happened to you?
Life.
Dean had been thinking about his trip to 2014 ever since he returned to 2009. But for the past month it had been weighing on his mind even more. He had no idea if it was still going to happen, but he couldn’t shake the fear that it would.
Maybe Sam’s hallucinations had been more than that. Given what they’ve done and seen, it wouldn't be too far a stretch to think the dreams weren’t just that; that Lucifer had hitched a ride just like Benny.
And to be honest his focus had been pretty narrow lately; there could be a colony of people festering with a demon virus and he’d have no idea.
It was a small comfort to think that if it did happen, things would be different. Bobby wouldn’t just be a bloodied wheelchair in an empty house. But on the other hand no, that really didn’t help at all.
There would still be Cas, though. And the selfish part of Dean that he hated thought that at least a drugged out, cynical, world-weary Cas was better than no Cas at all. This radio silence was worse than watching the Leviathan devour him from the inside.
Shaking the memory away, Dean threw himself out the closet and slammed the door shut, still clutching the box in his hands.
If the 2014 that he saw was still possible, it also meant Dean was helpless. Because if Lucifer did piggyback out of Hell in Sam’s brain it meant he only had a year to live. Dean’s stomach turned at the memory of Sam’s body dressed in pure white and his own neck broken beneath his shoe.
Dean began to walk down the hall and was half forming a plan to check in on Kevin when a weight dropped him onto the floor. After his hunter’s instinct kicked in and he shoved the body off, he realized what had landed on him, or rather who.
“Cas,” he breathed in shock as he roughly pulled the unconscious angel into his lap, scattering the fallen pieces from the game across the floor, their brightly colored plastic bouncing off the tile.
Dean cursed as he took in Cas’ injuries: blood ran from the angel’s eyes, his nose and his ears. Burns charred his clothes and something thick and wet seeped into Dean’s shirt. He shifted Cas slightly and swore even louder as he started at wounds gaping bright red and weeping blood from Cas’ shoulder blades - exactly where Dean saw black wings from during their first meeting.
What happened to you?
Life.
A/N #2: If you're curious, this is the Monopoly box I used as a reference.
Author: erikssiren
Fandom(s): Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers, this was written before 8x17 aired. Some mention of the 2014!verse.
Summary: Dean finds a board game and wonders about the future.
Author's Notes: A while ago I requested prompts and risasparkles on Tumblr (who I think is moowithme113, right? I am so sorry I'm terrible and have forgotten) asked for Dean/Castiel - board games. And this happened. It's also kind of my theory as to why the 2014!verse could still happen. The title is also subject to change.
Not beta'd, sorry for any mistakes!
It didn’t take Dean long to get bored after Sam became absorbed with the books of the Men of Letters, so he used the past few weeks to start exploring the bunker and the place was a whole hell of a lot bigger than they had first thought.
Corridors led to more corridors which opened doors to bedrooms, bathrooms (all with the same amazing water pressure), libraries, a kitchen and still even more unopened doors. However, there had been very little in the way of entertainment. Didn’t these brainiacs have some fun other than books and chess?
Dean sighed as he continued his daily search of the place, opening a door to reveal some sort of storage closet filled with boxes. What first was a fun scavenger hunt was starting to turn tedious but until they found a case or heard from Kevin, there was little they could do. Dean was about to close the door again when a splash of color caught his eye. Slowly he pulled out a vintage Monopoly set from between two packing boxes. It was slightly dented but its still bright white, blue and red box brought a flash of memory to Dean’s mind.
He could see Cas, broken by the hallucinations of his brother, holding up a brightly colored box of a different board game, pouting slightly over the primary colors on the lid. The image startled Dean so much he almost dropped the box in his hands. It seemed a lifetime since then and Dean felt so much older just by recalling the memory.
He’d been worried about Cas a lot lately, though to be honest he had been worried about the angel since Dean pulled his trench coat from the water.
Another image moved forward, the memory of Cas, broken by humanity and smiling with a drug-induced haze over his eyes. A memory that could become reality in a year.
What happened to you?
Life.
Dean had been thinking about his trip to 2014 ever since he returned to 2009. But for the past month it had been weighing on his mind even more. He had no idea if it was still going to happen, but he couldn’t shake the fear that it would.
Maybe Sam’s hallucinations had been more than that. Given what they’ve done and seen, it wouldn't be too far a stretch to think the dreams weren’t just that; that Lucifer had hitched a ride just like Benny.
And to be honest his focus had been pretty narrow lately; there could be a colony of people festering with a demon virus and he’d have no idea.
It was a small comfort to think that if it did happen, things would be different. Bobby wouldn’t just be a bloodied wheelchair in an empty house. But on the other hand no, that really didn’t help at all.
There would still be Cas, though. And the selfish part of Dean that he hated thought that at least a drugged out, cynical, world-weary Cas was better than no Cas at all. This radio silence was worse than watching the Leviathan devour him from the inside.
Shaking the memory away, Dean threw himself out the closet and slammed the door shut, still clutching the box in his hands.
If the 2014 that he saw was still possible, it also meant Dean was helpless. Because if Lucifer did piggyback out of Hell in Sam’s brain it meant he only had a year to live. Dean’s stomach turned at the memory of Sam’s body dressed in pure white and his own neck broken beneath his shoe.
Dean began to walk down the hall and was half forming a plan to check in on Kevin when a weight dropped him onto the floor. After his hunter’s instinct kicked in and he shoved the body off, he realized what had landed on him, or rather who.
“Cas,” he breathed in shock as he roughly pulled the unconscious angel into his lap, scattering the fallen pieces from the game across the floor, their brightly colored plastic bouncing off the tile.
Dean cursed as he took in Cas’ injuries: blood ran from the angel’s eyes, his nose and his ears. Burns charred his clothes and something thick and wet seeped into Dean’s shirt. He shifted Cas slightly and swore even louder as he started at wounds gaping bright red and weeping blood from Cas’ shoulder blades - exactly where Dean saw black wings from during their first meeting.
What happened to you?
Life.
A/N #2: If you're curious, this is the Monopoly box I used as a reference.