Fic: Fear of God (1/1)
Title: Fear of God
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Summary: It’s customary in relationship to meet the parents of one’s significant other. Cas has more than fulfilled his obligations. Guess that means it’s Dean’s turn.
Warnings: Established character death, blasphemy
A/N: The third part of my Greyhound Bus ‘Verse. Or the GHB!Verse, as I’ve started calling it. Lyrics are from the Sarah Evans song Backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Word Count: 1228
Disclaimer: The characters and song lyrics aren’t mine. If they were, I’d be rich. Kinda.
Moon was full, the stars were smilin’
God has a funny sense of timing
Dean smiled as he let himself be pulled down the sidewalk by his angel. The streets were clean and beautiful, the sun shining in a sky peppered with stars, and Castiel was excited. Dean had rarely seen him so worked up.
“So, why can’t we just eat at home again?”
Cas turned around and glared at him. “I told you, I’ve got a surprise waiting for you at the diner.”
“Is it pie?” Because the pie there was heavenly. Literally.
The angel smiled and stepped closer, looking up into Dean’s eyes. “Better. When you won the war, my Father came back.”
“Seriously?” Cas nodded. “Where was he?”
“I don’t know. I only know that he returned and punished the unfaithful. He changed Heaven, Dean. Returned it to its former glory.”
“That’s great,” Dean said, managing a smile through his confusion. “But why did you want to take me to a diner to tell me that?”
“Because that’s not the surprise.” The angel turned and continued walking, tugging on Dean’s hand.
“Well, what’s it got to do with the surprise?”
“I want you to meet my Father.”
Dean stopped, Castiel nearly pulling his arm from its socket. “What?”
“I’ve met your parents. It’s only fitting that you meet mine.”
“But, your Dad is… I mean… I can’t do this.”
“Dean?”
“This is too big.”
“Relax.”
“What if He doesn’t like me?”
“You wouldn’t be here if He didn’t like you.”
“What of He changes His mind?”
Cas laughed. “He won’t, Dean. Come on.”
Dean didn’t budge. Naturally, it would be hard to walk without any feeling in his legs, his knees weak, heart pounding. Because if there was anyone he didn’t want to disappoint, it was Cas’ Dad. Cas’ Dad, who could send him back to Hell with a thought.
Somehow, though, he was moving. Cas pulling him along and chattering about how much God would like him. And Dean had to wonder how happy God would be that one of his kids had been getting sodomized for the last two weeks.
He was guessing not very.
They entered the diner, the little bell above the door tinkling happily as Cas scanned the building. His eyes settled on a booth and he smiled. Still tugging Dean along, he slid into the seat.
Dean stared at the man sitting across from him. Light blue eyes, graying blond hair, slightly muscled. A typical guy. Not threatening, not holy. Just a guy. Kinda looked like the dad from Smallville, actually.
Cas cleared his throat. “Dean, this is my Father. Father, Dean.”
The man smiled. “Dean Winchester. Been waiting to meet you.” He held out his hand, and Dean tentatively took it.
They shook, a little hum of power thrumming through the hunter’s body. He put his hand back in his lap and tried to smile. So far, so good. As long as he didn’t say anything stupid, he might actually be able to stay in Heaven.
“Where’d you go?”
Dammit.
God raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Good question.” He crossed His arms over His chest and leaned back in the seat. “Had to take a few years off, do a little traveling. Was looking for a therapist actually. Youngest has some issues. Dunno what y’all did to him down there, but it stuck.”
Dean blinked. “Uh. Is he…?”
“Getting better. Thanks for asking.”
Dean nodded, swallowing a particularly large lump in his throat. “Welcome.”
“So,” God leaned across the table, eyes trailing from Cas to Dean ad back again. “You two.”
If Dean’s heart had still been beating, he was pretty sure it would have stopped at those words. Hastily, he excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He never looked back at the table.
-.-
“He seems… nice.”
Castiel sighed. “I don’t understand what’s wrong with him. He’s been so happy and comfortable these past weeks. This isn’t like him.”
“But he has a point. I could send him back.”
Cas looked horrified. “You wouldn’t.” And was that a thinly veiled threat? Oh, the kid had definitely grown up over the past couple of years. Made his Father proud.
“I wouldn’t. I’m just saying. He has a right to be a little freaked. I’ll go talk to him.”
-.-
Dean was standing in front of the sink, gazing into the mirror on the wall, curled fingers as white as the porcelain they rested on.
“You shouldn’t be scared, Dean.”
The hunter jumped and turned to see God standing in the doorway, smiling at him. “I locked the door.”
“Like that’s gonna keep me out.”
Dean sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just… he was there. He stayed, and he said… he said it was all right. Not that it’s his fault. I mean, I pushed him. I-”
“Dean.”
He fell silent.
“It’s ok. I know all, see all, remember? And there’s a reason Cas found you. Boy needed to grow a pair and set an example. Things have changed since the Old Testament, and someone had to prove that, seeing as how I was previously engaged.”
“You can’t be all right with this. I mean, we’re together.”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t that wrong?”
“As wrong as Adam and Eve only having two kids and then creating the human race?”
Dean blinked. “What?”
“I thought you of all people would know not to trust a book. I mean, come on. One man, one woman, two boys. One dies. That leaves two guys and one chick. Do the math.”
He thought about it. And really, it didn’t take long. “Does that mean evolution is real?”
God smiled. “It means I was a bit of a braggart when I was your age. Figured it would be more exciting if I snapped my fingers and created people, as opposed to snapping my fingers and telling some microscopic organisms to change over the course of millions of years. And I was right. Best selling book of all time.”
“So you lied?”
“I stretched the truth. And things have changed, Dean. I don’t care if you eat shellfish. And what you and my son have? That’s special. You should have heard him talk after he found out I was back. Kid wouldn’t shut up about you. So you go ahead and do whatever makes you happy.”
Dean just stared at Him. “You mean it?”
“Yeah. What kinda Dad wants to see His kid miserable?”
Again with the heart thing. Again with the fear, the knowledge that Dean inevitably failed everyone he cared about, chased them away, disappointed them.
God sighed and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, looking into his eyes. “Even if you hurt him, he still loves you. And nothing’s gonna happen to you, ok? You’re safe here. It’s paradise. It’s perfect.” He smirked. “You’re right. That does sound pretty Stepford-y. Should get a new slogan.”
He turned to leave the bathroom, glancing back over His shoulder to smile at Dean. “You should come back out and join us, Dean. I hear the pie’s to die for.”
Dean nodded as the door closed and the lock clicked back into place. It seemed like a dream, too surreal to be true. Too perfect to actually happen to him. He had his family, his home, his angel, and God’s blessing.
And pie. Don’t forget the pie.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Summary: It’s customary in relationship to meet the parents of one’s significant other. Cas has more than fulfilled his obligations. Guess that means it’s Dean’s turn.
Warnings: Established character death, blasphemy
A/N: The third part of my Greyhound Bus ‘Verse. Or the GHB!Verse, as I’ve started calling it. Lyrics are from the Sarah Evans song Backseat of a Greyhound Bus.
Word Count: 1228
Disclaimer: The characters and song lyrics aren’t mine. If they were, I’d be rich. Kinda.
Moon was full, the stars were smilin’
God has a funny sense of timing
Dean smiled as he let himself be pulled down the sidewalk by his angel. The streets were clean and beautiful, the sun shining in a sky peppered with stars, and Castiel was excited. Dean had rarely seen him so worked up.
“So, why can’t we just eat at home again?”
Cas turned around and glared at him. “I told you, I’ve got a surprise waiting for you at the diner.”
“Is it pie?” Because the pie there was heavenly. Literally.
The angel smiled and stepped closer, looking up into Dean’s eyes. “Better. When you won the war, my Father came back.”
“Seriously?” Cas nodded. “Where was he?”
“I don’t know. I only know that he returned and punished the unfaithful. He changed Heaven, Dean. Returned it to its former glory.”
“That’s great,” Dean said, managing a smile through his confusion. “But why did you want to take me to a diner to tell me that?”
“Because that’s not the surprise.” The angel turned and continued walking, tugging on Dean’s hand.
“Well, what’s it got to do with the surprise?”
“I want you to meet my Father.”
Dean stopped, Castiel nearly pulling his arm from its socket. “What?”
“I’ve met your parents. It’s only fitting that you meet mine.”
“But, your Dad is… I mean… I can’t do this.”
“Dean?”
“This is too big.”
“Relax.”
“What if He doesn’t like me?”
“You wouldn’t be here if He didn’t like you.”
“What of He changes His mind?”
Cas laughed. “He won’t, Dean. Come on.”
Dean didn’t budge. Naturally, it would be hard to walk without any feeling in his legs, his knees weak, heart pounding. Because if there was anyone he didn’t want to disappoint, it was Cas’ Dad. Cas’ Dad, who could send him back to Hell with a thought.
Somehow, though, he was moving. Cas pulling him along and chattering about how much God would like him. And Dean had to wonder how happy God would be that one of his kids had been getting sodomized for the last two weeks.
He was guessing not very.
They entered the diner, the little bell above the door tinkling happily as Cas scanned the building. His eyes settled on a booth and he smiled. Still tugging Dean along, he slid into the seat.
Dean stared at the man sitting across from him. Light blue eyes, graying blond hair, slightly muscled. A typical guy. Not threatening, not holy. Just a guy. Kinda looked like the dad from Smallville, actually.
Cas cleared his throat. “Dean, this is my Father. Father, Dean.”
The man smiled. “Dean Winchester. Been waiting to meet you.” He held out his hand, and Dean tentatively took it.
They shook, a little hum of power thrumming through the hunter’s body. He put his hand back in his lap and tried to smile. So far, so good. As long as he didn’t say anything stupid, he might actually be able to stay in Heaven.
“Where’d you go?”
Dammit.
God raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Good question.” He crossed His arms over His chest and leaned back in the seat. “Had to take a few years off, do a little traveling. Was looking for a therapist actually. Youngest has some issues. Dunno what y’all did to him down there, but it stuck.”
Dean blinked. “Uh. Is he…?”
“Getting better. Thanks for asking.”
Dean nodded, swallowing a particularly large lump in his throat. “Welcome.”
“So,” God leaned across the table, eyes trailing from Cas to Dean ad back again. “You two.”
If Dean’s heart had still been beating, he was pretty sure it would have stopped at those words. Hastily, he excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He never looked back at the table.
-.-
“He seems… nice.”
Castiel sighed. “I don’t understand what’s wrong with him. He’s been so happy and comfortable these past weeks. This isn’t like him.”
“But he has a point. I could send him back.”
Cas looked horrified. “You wouldn’t.” And was that a thinly veiled threat? Oh, the kid had definitely grown up over the past couple of years. Made his Father proud.
“I wouldn’t. I’m just saying. He has a right to be a little freaked. I’ll go talk to him.”
-.-
Dean was standing in front of the sink, gazing into the mirror on the wall, curled fingers as white as the porcelain they rested on.
“You shouldn’t be scared, Dean.”
The hunter jumped and turned to see God standing in the doorway, smiling at him. “I locked the door.”
“Like that’s gonna keep me out.”
Dean sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just… he was there. He stayed, and he said… he said it was all right. Not that it’s his fault. I mean, I pushed him. I-”
“Dean.”
He fell silent.
“It’s ok. I know all, see all, remember? And there’s a reason Cas found you. Boy needed to grow a pair and set an example. Things have changed since the Old Testament, and someone had to prove that, seeing as how I was previously engaged.”
“You can’t be all right with this. I mean, we’re together.”
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t that wrong?”
“As wrong as Adam and Eve only having two kids and then creating the human race?”
Dean blinked. “What?”
“I thought you of all people would know not to trust a book. I mean, come on. One man, one woman, two boys. One dies. That leaves two guys and one chick. Do the math.”
He thought about it. And really, it didn’t take long. “Does that mean evolution is real?”
God smiled. “It means I was a bit of a braggart when I was your age. Figured it would be more exciting if I snapped my fingers and created people, as opposed to snapping my fingers and telling some microscopic organisms to change over the course of millions of years. And I was right. Best selling book of all time.”
“So you lied?”
“I stretched the truth. And things have changed, Dean. I don’t care if you eat shellfish. And what you and my son have? That’s special. You should have heard him talk after he found out I was back. Kid wouldn’t shut up about you. So you go ahead and do whatever makes you happy.”
Dean just stared at Him. “You mean it?”
“Yeah. What kinda Dad wants to see His kid miserable?”
Again with the heart thing. Again with the fear, the knowledge that Dean inevitably failed everyone he cared about, chased them away, disappointed them.
God sighed and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, looking into his eyes. “Even if you hurt him, he still loves you. And nothing’s gonna happen to you, ok? You’re safe here. It’s paradise. It’s perfect.” He smirked. “You’re right. That does sound pretty Stepford-y. Should get a new slogan.”
He turned to leave the bathroom, glancing back over His shoulder to smile at Dean. “You should come back out and join us, Dean. I hear the pie’s to die for.”
Dean nodded as the door closed and the lock clicked back into place. It seemed like a dream, too surreal to be true. Too perfect to actually happen to him. He had his family, his home, his angel, and God’s blessing.
And pie. Don’t forget the pie.