The Intimacy Meme
The Intimacy Meme
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss. ( Read more... )
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss. ( Read more... )
I wouldn't put it past them, but...
[Well, Dean, now that you mention it, Cas feels precisely the same way, and the knee pressing against his really just cements the fact that this couldn't possibly be hell, as hellish as it is.
Hrm. How best to say it without turning this into a 'click flick moment', as Dean would call it... He can't really think of a way, but since he'd asked...]
I don't think so. If this were my hell, you wouldn't be here.
[Huh. Not as awkward as he'd thought it'd be. To him, anyway. He grabs the bottle and takes a long drink, hoping the display of manly alcohol chugging will lower the level of touchy feely... Though it's more for Dean's sake than his, he isn't particularly bothered by it.]
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Dean snorts.]
Is it the drugs or the humanity that turns you into such a girl?
[He moves to slap Cas's knee, but his hand kind of just winds up resting there instead. The alcohol must just be making him sluggish. And that feeling in his chest? Must just be from knowing Cas counts on him the way he counts on Cas. It's good to have a friend in all this, even if it is about the worst thing Dean can imagine short of actual Hell. It would be so much worse without Cas here.
Messed up as Cas is and as much as it hurts Dean to see him like this, every ounce of him is still Cas and Dean just knows that. And he knows this can't be heaven, because even with Cas here, it still sucks, so it's gotta be Earth. He knows it's selfish and he should wish Cas could be somewhere better, but he's so thankful Cas is here, even if he does steal all the hot women.]
They would definitely separate us, though, wouldn't they? I am not looking forward to going back there when this is over.
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He rolls his eyes.]
Must be the amount of time I spend with the women around here.
[And he doesn't steal them. He attracts them. It must be the sandals.
Dean's hand lands on his knee in what Cas is assuming is an aborted knee slap. He's fine with it there, and so he says nothing about it.
Of course he counts on Dean. Dean is the only constant, really, aside from the pain, and Cas knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he'd be well and truly fucked without him. He's their leader, yeah, but it's more than that- he's... He's Dean, and Cas can't imagine living this life without him. It's miserable now, sure, but it'd be unbearable without Dean, and Cas is sure that as a mortal he probably wouldn't have lasted even this long without his guidance. Dean's watched out for him, in his own grouchy way, since day one, kept him alive until he'd learned how to do it on his own. Protected him, though he hates the way that thought makes him feel like a damsel in distress.
Really, though, there's no better word for it- protection- something that's so clearly at the root of Dean's very nature... Which is why he's so surprised by the resigned way Dean says going back there, like it's certain, unavoidable. Cas frowns and turns to face him, expression serious. Intensely so, almost like before, just rougher around the edges and with a good deal more scruff.]
You're not going back there.
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Of course Dean protects Cas. How could he not? He's never really gotten over the guilt of knowing what Cas gave up for him, but even beyond that, Cas has been good to him and he owes it to the former angel to watch his back. Even now when he should really be pushing Cas away, he still favors him. He's not even sure if Cas knows how much Dean lets him get away with that no one else ever would. Even just some of the things Cas says to him would get anyone else a punch in the face.
Dean's taken aback at the look Cas gives him. It's almost like... before. It's fucking frightening and welcome all at once and Dean squeezes Cas' knee without meaning to.]
Cas, I--Where else am I going to go? You said Heaven's gone and even if it wasn't, I'm not--it's where I belong.
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Cas would likely roll his eyes at that guilt, considering it was his choice to stay here. Sure, part of it had been because he hadn't wanted to leave Dean alone here, but that wasn't the entire reason. He could never have gone back to Heaven, back to the way things were, knowing that everything he'd believed in was either a lie, or absent to the point that it didn't matter anyway. He'd have questioned every order, every law, until eventually he'd have ended up just like Anna. He'd have come crashing back down to earth eventually, he'd just figured he'd avoid that whole mess and stick around from the get-go.
Of course, he hadn't expected his grace to diminish so quickly, but... He likes to think he'd have stayed even if he'd known he'd end up a snarky, dried up husk of an angel.
And speaking of that snark... He knows. He knows exactly what he gets away with, just like he knows exactly how to toe that line to keep himself from being clocked in the jaw. He takes full advantage of it, actually, although he'd admit to sometimes taking it a bit too far. He's no different from the rest of the people here in that regard- he can't help snapping every once in a while. His temper isn't quite as bad as Dean's, but he's far from mild-mannered.
Dean's hand tightens around his knee, and under different circumstances it might be distracting... But not now.]
Heaven's closed to me. I don't know what that means for human souls, or where they go from here... But I do know that Hell is the farthest possible place from where you belong. That was the whole point.
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And toe that line, Cas does. Dean's nearly punched him more times than he can count, though if he were pressed for an answer right now, Dean couldn't tell anyone why. Dean knows his temper has gotten worse. He figures it's the stress of running things and how much more he's gotta push down, but he doesn't worry much. It keeps most people afraid of him and if they're scared, they'll listen. He knows Cas isn't scared of him, but Cas still listens and that's all that really matters.]
I hope you're right, 'cause I got a sinking feeling all the time that I'm already sinking.
[He sighs and takes another drink.]
Why do you have so much faith in me after all the shit you've seen me do?
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Cas listens because he knows, most of the time, Dean's right. Sure there have been occasions when he hasn't been so sure- and he'd had no problem voicing those concerns- but for the most part? It's a good bet that if something is risky or dangerous, it's a necessity. He trusts Dean not to put anyone in harm's way unless there's no way around it. That's why he listens.
Usually.]
You're not alone in that.
[He reaches for the bottle once Dean's set it down, rolls it over in his hands before taking a drink as he considers that question.]
Blind faith is in my nature, I suppose. [There's a beat and the flash of a grin to take the bit out of the words- he's kidding, obviously- before his face returns to seriousness.] It's because it isn't your nature, but you do it anyway because that's what it takes to keep us all alive.
[As far as that's concerned, what Cas feels for Dean is on the knife's edge between admiration and pity, though he'd never outwardly express either. He knows what it does to Dean to be this way, closed off and keeping everyone at arm's length- even him- but he just keeps on going, because the camp needs a leader. It's a sacrifice of the highest order, and maybe it's foolish, but Cas can't bring himself to believe that it's meaningless, even after all of this.
He takes another drink.]
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Can you even--can you wind up there?
[The idea of Cas there leaves Dean's stomach cold. He can't let that happen.
He shakes his head.] Man, I have never had faith in anyone, forget blind faith, 'cept maybe you and--[He isn't going to say his name.
The mutual pity-fest he and Cas have going on is kind of pathetic, but at least Cas deserves it. He's lost so much and for what?
Dean steals the bottle back.]
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[As far as he's aware... Although, given his track record, it's possible he could be the exception. He shivers involuntarily at the thought of what would happen to bits of an angel in hell... If he were sent downstairs, well... Some of his brothers are down there, the handful that had sided with Lucifer during the first big family schism, and he does not relish the idea of meeting up with them. They'd probably hate him even more than the angels that had left with Michael- not only did he forsake heaven, he'd sided with the humans, the creatures those angels had loathed the most. He doesn't imagine that'd go over too well...
Suddenly, the prospect of checking out for good after this doesn't seem quite as bad.]
Me?
[That's unexpected. He can't understand why, he'd been nothing if not fickle and inconsistent in his dealings with Dean for much of the time they'd known each other, and prior to his fall he'd probably have been appalled that Dean'd placed his faith in him and not in his Father... He isn't sure how he feels about it now, to be honest. If Dean'd had faith in him, it almost certainly had been misplaced.]
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[Dean doesn't even know enough to think about all the other shit that could be waiting down in hell. The demons and the torture he'd gone through were more than enough to terrify him in a way that no amount of posturing and emotional avoidance could totally clamp down on. He knows he'll always be afraid of going back there. He knows he'd break faster this time and then it would just be a matter of time before he becomes a monster himself.]
Of course you.
[Dean squeezes Cas' thigh.] After everything we've been through, you really think I never had faith in you? You were the only angel who ever cared about any of us. Who the fuck else was I gonna have any faith in? You always came through for us, even when it took a little while. Hell, you died trying to help me stop Lucifer from getting out. It was very... Winchester.
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Pretty much, but not quite. I think when I check out this time, it's for good.
[He shrugs.]
It's not something I like to think about
[That's probably the understatement of the century, actually. It's one of those thoughts that once it creeps in, has him making a grab for the nearest illicit substance... Like now; he reaches for the bottle, takes a long pull before placing it down again. None of that, tonight.
He really thinks Dean's giving him a lot more credit than he deserves, considering he's the one who let Sam out... But Dean doesn't know that, and Cas means to see to it that he never does.
Very Winchester, though... That tickles him, mostly because it's true.]
All that tells me is that you're a terrible influence.
[It's fond, not biting- he wouldn't have it any other way.]
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[Dean can't even make himself ask any of the questions he wants to ask. Why would Cas give up so much for him? He's not worth it. None of it is worth that. The idea that Cas will just... stop, it's wrong. Dean can't even wrap his head around that and there's nothing he can do to fix it.
He grabs for the bottle when Cas is done, taking his own long drink. If anyone in that camp belongs in Heaven after everything they've done, it's Cas.]
I'm a terrible influence. Look what I do to everything.
[Really, Dean fucks up everything he touches, but the fact that he could turn a devout angel into a drug-dependent fake new-age spiritual guru is kind of his crowning achievement as far as breaking things goes. Cas would have been better off if he'd never met Dean and Dean holds no illusions about that. He would still be an angel and he'd still be up in Heaven, not down here in the mud, thinking that when he dies, he'll just stop existing.]
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He doesn't want that in the same way Anna didn't want that... Aside from a few exceptional occasions, anyway. Breaking his foot? Yeah, that first week he'd regretted pretty much everything. Spending millennia being immune to most injury tends to make a person pretty unprepared for that kind of pain.
He'd take ceasing to exist over returning to the way things were... Maybe. Hell, he has no idea what he wants; frankly, all of the options seem shitty in their own way.
The liquor is settling over his brain, a heavy fog that's trying its very best to keep him from spiraling even further into self-loathing, self pity... It's working, sort of. He still has the presence of mind to make a face at Dean.]
You know people make their own choices, right? That not every stupid thing everyone does is your fault?
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Worse, the idea that his actions could have lead to Cas ceasing to exist are the worst. Cas left behind everything for him and now he might not even get a normal human afterlife after all that? Just another thing Dean fucked up.]
I know that I've caused some people close to me to make some pretty bad ones. That's all I know.
[Everyone who had ever meant anything to him had made terrible choices, whether to save him or as a result of his actions. It was always his fault when these things happened.]
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Other people's choices aren't your fault. They're choices, Dean. That's the point.
[He runs a hand through his hair.]
I can't speak for anyone else, but I don't blame you for my choice to stay here. You're not responsible for me. I'm serious, you can just drop that right here.
[It probably comes out a bit sharper than he means it to, but... Tough. It's important. It pisses him off that Dean doesn't seem to grasp the fact that whatever he's done, whatever choices he's made were his to make. Sure, he may have been influenced by certain things, certain people, but in the end he'd had a choice, and he'd made it. And that's on him, and no one else. He'd given up Heaven; he's earned that right, even if he isn't sure it's what he'd wanted in the first place.]
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Yeah, no shit. If it were up to me, you'd've left me here and gotten the fuck out of Dodge.
[It's harsh, but it's true. If he had known how, he would have forced Cas back to Heaven before it closed its doors. It would have sucked, probably for both of them, but at least he'd know Cas was safe and not facing a short, shitty lifetime of whatever this is.]
You made the wrong choice, Cas. You shouldn't be here and you can't expect me not to feel responsible for that. It's all been going to shit since the minute I asked you to help me in that stupid doorless room and you know it.
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