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These are short little random bits from the next project I intend to focus on after my BigBang is finished. These bits probably won't make it into the final fic as they are now, since I wrote them as they are to sort of stand alone... Anyway, this fic is basically: He's a charming detective who can see supernatural creatures, and he's an invisible guardian angel. They fight crime.
A Familiar Face
There are a lot of things Dean has learned to just roll with over the years. Strange murders that seemed to have no explanation? Such was life in his town. Weird shit happened, everyone moved on. People vanishing from locked cells? Comes with the job, here. Perfectly normal, healthy people suddenly going nuts and holding ten people hostage while babbling about the anti-christ or something else equally absurd? Happens a couple times a year.
But the “imaginary friend” he’d had from age thirteen to seventeen, that had landed him several years of therapy and more than one type of medication suddenly showing up in the middle of the crowded police station and proclaiming that there’s work for them? And no one seeming to notice it? That one is a bit hard to swallow. Because Dean has spent years trying to convince himself that Castiel was never real, that he’d just had some sort of break down or something after his dad died, and Castiel, a guardian angel all his own, had just been a coping mechanism.
Yet there he stands, in the middle of the station, in the same rumpled suit and trenchcoat Dean had last seen him in, hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets as he waits for Dean to say something, to acknowledge that he had just heard the words “Hello, Dean. It’s good to see you again. We have work to do”.
Really, the only thing Dean can think to say is, “Son of a bitch.”
A Bad Idea
“Look, just say I’m crazy and get it over with,” Dean mutters, watching Sam pace in front of the couch. Castiel is perched on the edge of the over-stuffed armchair, wearing his ‘I told you so’ face.
“I said this was a foolish idea,” says Cas.
Dean doesn’t answer him.
“You’re not crazy, Dean,” says Sam, finally taking a seat next to his brother. “You’re just-“
“Messed up, confused, having another breakdown, stressed, letting work get to me.” Dean ticks things off on his fingers. “In need of heavy medication… Any of those what you were gonna say?”
“…No.”
“C’mon, Sammy, you believed me when we were kids.”
“I was nine, Dean. I still believed there was a monster under my bed.”
“There was,” says Cas. “A gremlin. It was responsible for most of the missing laundry your mother complained about.”
Sam can’t hear him, so it doesn’t really do any good. It’s not like Dean is suddenly going to say, ‘oh, yeah, about the monster under your bed…’, because if Sam isn’t already thinking about calling their mom and telling her it’s time to cart Dean off to the nuthouse, he would be then. The last thing Dean needs is for the reappearance of his ‘imaginary friend’ to get back to Mary.
The First Signs of Jealousy
“I fail to see why this is of any import,” says Castiel. He’s sitting in the chair next to Dean, looking for all the world like a petulant child forced to sit still for a special occasion. Only there’s no forcing going on, because Dean would really prefer that his personal stalker not be here right now.
“Because I happen to have a life,” says Dean, keeping his voice low. He wouldn’t respond at all, but Castiel doesn’t like being ignored, and the last time Dean had ignored him, the angel had simply glared at him until he’d finally broken down and nearly shouted “What!?” at him, in full view of the public who couldn’t see Cas, and thus saw nothing but a man having a mental episode in a grocery store. “Think maybe you can go away?”
“No. We need to find the werewolf, Dean.”
“Dude, last night was the last night it could have turned. It won’t be snacking on anyone else for a month. Can I please just have one night as a normal person?”
“I don’t understand your preoccupation with normality,” says Cas, drumming his fingers on the table. Dean wonders if anyone else can hear it. “You are not the norm, and pretending otherwise is nothing but self-delusion.”
“Okay, so I’m a freak of nature,” Dean hisses. “That doesn’t mean I can’t go on a damn date, does it?”
“…No.”
“Good. Then shut up or go away before Lisa gets back and sees me talking to myself. Again. Actually, just go away.”
“I intend to stay here.”
“What? Why? You planning on defending my honor or something?”
“I’m well aware that there is no use for that. I plan on defending you, should the werewolf seek you out. She knows what she is, and if she’s caught your scent, the lack of a moon won’t stop her from killing you before you can dispose of her.”
“…You’re just trying to convince me to cut tonight short, aren’t you?”
Castiel remains suspiciously silent, turning his head towards the window, refusing to look at Dean.
“You are…” A sudden, horrible thought occurs to Dean, then… How adamant Cas had been that he not take Lisa out tonight- or any night, because ‘there is always work to be done’- and his refusal to leave Dean and Lisa alone… “Oh, God, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Again, Castiel remains suspiciously quiet.
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Does anyone have any title suggestions.
Also, I dunno whether to make Cas corporeal for Dean, or not. It will be Dean/Cas, I just don't know if I want them to be able to touch or if I want to add an extra level of angst to it all and have them just sort of pass through each other when they try. Suggestions?
A Familiar Face
There are a lot of things Dean has learned to just roll with over the years. Strange murders that seemed to have no explanation? Such was life in his town. Weird shit happened, everyone moved on. People vanishing from locked cells? Comes with the job, here. Perfectly normal, healthy people suddenly going nuts and holding ten people hostage while babbling about the anti-christ or something else equally absurd? Happens a couple times a year.
But the “imaginary friend” he’d had from age thirteen to seventeen, that had landed him several years of therapy and more than one type of medication suddenly showing up in the middle of the crowded police station and proclaiming that there’s work for them? And no one seeming to notice it? That one is a bit hard to swallow. Because Dean has spent years trying to convince himself that Castiel was never real, that he’d just had some sort of break down or something after his dad died, and Castiel, a guardian angel all his own, had just been a coping mechanism.
Yet there he stands, in the middle of the station, in the same rumpled suit and trenchcoat Dean had last seen him in, hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets as he waits for Dean to say something, to acknowledge that he had just heard the words “Hello, Dean. It’s good to see you again. We have work to do”.
Really, the only thing Dean can think to say is, “Son of a bitch.”
A Bad Idea
“Look, just say I’m crazy and get it over with,” Dean mutters, watching Sam pace in front of the couch. Castiel is perched on the edge of the over-stuffed armchair, wearing his ‘I told you so’ face.
“I said this was a foolish idea,” says Cas.
Dean doesn’t answer him.
“You’re not crazy, Dean,” says Sam, finally taking a seat next to his brother. “You’re just-“
“Messed up, confused, having another breakdown, stressed, letting work get to me.” Dean ticks things off on his fingers. “In need of heavy medication… Any of those what you were gonna say?”
“…No.”
“C’mon, Sammy, you believed me when we were kids.”
“I was nine, Dean. I still believed there was a monster under my bed.”
“There was,” says Cas. “A gremlin. It was responsible for most of the missing laundry your mother complained about.”
Sam can’t hear him, so it doesn’t really do any good. It’s not like Dean is suddenly going to say, ‘oh, yeah, about the monster under your bed…’, because if Sam isn’t already thinking about calling their mom and telling her it’s time to cart Dean off to the nuthouse, he would be then. The last thing Dean needs is for the reappearance of his ‘imaginary friend’ to get back to Mary.
The First Signs of Jealousy
“I fail to see why this is of any import,” says Castiel. He’s sitting in the chair next to Dean, looking for all the world like a petulant child forced to sit still for a special occasion. Only there’s no forcing going on, because Dean would really prefer that his personal stalker not be here right now.
“Because I happen to have a life,” says Dean, keeping his voice low. He wouldn’t respond at all, but Castiel doesn’t like being ignored, and the last time Dean had ignored him, the angel had simply glared at him until he’d finally broken down and nearly shouted “What!?” at him, in full view of the public who couldn’t see Cas, and thus saw nothing but a man having a mental episode in a grocery store. “Think maybe you can go away?”
“No. We need to find the werewolf, Dean.”
“Dude, last night was the last night it could have turned. It won’t be snacking on anyone else for a month. Can I please just have one night as a normal person?”
“I don’t understand your preoccupation with normality,” says Cas, drumming his fingers on the table. Dean wonders if anyone else can hear it. “You are not the norm, and pretending otherwise is nothing but self-delusion.”
“Okay, so I’m a freak of nature,” Dean hisses. “That doesn’t mean I can’t go on a damn date, does it?”
“…No.”
“Good. Then shut up or go away before Lisa gets back and sees me talking to myself. Again. Actually, just go away.”
“I intend to stay here.”
“What? Why? You planning on defending my honor or something?”
“I’m well aware that there is no use for that. I plan on defending you, should the werewolf seek you out. She knows what she is, and if she’s caught your scent, the lack of a moon won’t stop her from killing you before you can dispose of her.”
“…You’re just trying to convince me to cut tonight short, aren’t you?”
Castiel remains suspiciously silent, turning his head towards the window, refusing to look at Dean.
“You are…” A sudden, horrible thought occurs to Dean, then… How adamant Cas had been that he not take Lisa out tonight- or any night, because ‘there is always work to be done’- and his refusal to leave Dean and Lisa alone… “Oh, God, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”
Again, Castiel remains suspiciously quiet.
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Does anyone have any title suggestions.
Also, I dunno whether to make Cas corporeal for Dean, or not. It will be Dean/Cas, I just don't know if I want them to be able to touch or if I want to add an extra level of angst to it all and have them just sort of pass through each other when they try. Suggestions?