Return of the DVD Commentary meme!
Been a while, so let's dust off my favorite meme!
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads ( Read more... )
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads ( Read more... )
Castiel stands there frozen as the conversation wraps up, a cold bead of sweat sliding down his neck. Alastair leaves and Dean saunters over to him, tossing the knife from hand to hand. This time when Dean cuts into him there's nothing to temper the pain; he watches Dean's face the entire time, suspicion turning every thought sour and poisonous.
It isn't safe to confront Dean until days later, during one of those rare moments of liberty. He's almost glad; it's taken him that long just to build up his courage. "What did he mean?" he whispers, forcing himself to make eye contact.
"What did who mean?"
"I saw you." He hears the hysteria in his voice but he's been panicking for too many days to hide it now. "I saw the two of you talking, when I realize what?"
Dean takes a step back, looking as hurt as if Castiel had slapped him. Remorse immediately coils inside him like a snake. "Cas, we talked about this."
"Tell me. Tell me what he meant."
Instead Dean cradles his head, brushing his hair back from his forehead. "Cas, I'll say anything if it'll keep Alastair happy, you gotta know that."
"I...I thought that you...." He can't finish the sentence; now that he's voicing his suspicion out loud it sounds ridiculous, like the most baseless paranoia and Dean still looks so hurt.
"If you're starting to doubt me I'll cut you loose right now." He reaches up to start undoing the bindings. "I'd rather be on the rack myself than have you think I'm screwing with you...."
"No!" He's sorry he ever said anything. "No, don't do that."
Dean pulls his hand back and nods, stroking his thumb down Castiel's cheek. He can't believe that Dean's already forgiven him. "I need you to trust me," he says. "If you can't do that, I get it, believe me, 'cause God knows I wouldn't be able to do it in your shoes. But I need to know that you know I have your back. I need that, Cas."
Castiel nods.
"You can do that?" Dean asks, wide eyes searching Castiel's face. "No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, I need to know that you trust me."
Castiel nods again. "I trust you," he whispers. He realizes with a sudden lurch, one that would have been horrifying a few months ago but now feels perfectly normal, that he's never had this much perfect faith in anything.
"Good," Dean says, kissing him gently. "Just remember, Cas. I would never hurt you."
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