Clarinet [Dean]
Originally written on tumblr.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Can be taken as Destiel
Notes: Argh idek what viewpoint this is written in [IS THIS FIRST PERSON OR SECOND PERSON IDEK]. Inspiration came in the form of going to a concert last night [was the last performance of my friend Joseph before he left for the Royal Academy of Music in England somewhere]. SO YEAH. IT’S NOT VERY WELL WRITTEN SINCE I CANNOT WRITE DEAN. Also kinda dedicated to johnstiredsoldier/Sadie since I wanted to write her something to make her feel better but I didn’t get any inspiration till now.
- - -
Couldn’t Sam see that he hates being here?
His arms are crossed, he’s pouting and he refuses to sit still. Sam, stupid brother that he is, doesn’t acknowledge his discomfort and just asks him to sit still.
“Come on, Dean. Your grades are slipping, you treat your teachers like shit, and now you’re gonna grumble your way through this concert too? It’s only an hour and a half long, just behave.” Says Sam, sighing and glaring at him.
He just snorts and looks away. It’s an hour and a half of Classical music and orchestras and all that shit. He knows it’s gonna be pure torture. Stupid Sammy and his stupid musical geekiness. Why couldn’t he go to the concert himself?
Sam sighs and flops back into his seat ungracefully as the orchestra files in to their respective places. This is going to be a long hour and a half.
- - -
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight. One of our most respected musical talents in our school is leaving for England this weekend, and he wanted to perform for you all one last time. So without further ado, let’s give a round of applause to Castiel Novak!”
He doesn’t pay much attention to the boy that walks on stage, Clarinet in hand. He just rolls his eyes as Sam leans forwards in excitement. The boy, Castiel, nods at the conductor and the Orchestra starts to play. Castiel just stands, slouching a little as the Orchestra starts playing some Classical music thing.
It’s fucking boring, the whole damn thing.
Then Castiel stands up straight, poised with his Clarinet, and plays.
He doesn’t think much of it, at first. Just some boy who’s good at playing his Clarinet. He doesn’t see why Samantha gets so excited about it. Then he takes a closer look at Castiel and he knows.
Castiel’s eyes are closed and his eyebrows are scrunched in concentration. He’s swaying as he plays his instrument and his fingers are moving so fast Dean only sees a flesh-coloured blur. He feels like he should be mocking the boy, mocking him for his exaggerated movements with the Clarinet, but he can’t.
Because, right there and then, Castiel looks like he’s found his home.
Dean can’t help but stare. Castiel looks like he wants to play his Clarinet forever (which isn’t really plausible, but whatever). Sometimes when he plays a high note he arches his back and points the Clarinet towards the ceiling, and sometimes he moves his Clarinet in a circle, and it looks absolutely stupid. But it’s clear to everyone that he just doesn’t care what everyone else thinks. He’s passionate about playing his instrument, and he doesn’t give a fuck if someone laughs at him for doing so.
Dean doesn’t think he’s ever felt so passionate about something before.
Once, during the performance, Castiel opens his eyes and looks directly into Dean’s. Dean doubts Castiel is doing so on purpose, but those blue eyes drill something into him, devoids him of his breath, and he stares back, unable to tear himself away.
Then those bright eyes close again and the theatre seems to darken.
Castiel’s performance comes to an end and the audience gives a standing ovation. He finds himself standing up as well, hands clapping so hard it itches, and it’s surprising. He’s never been a fan of classical music, after all.
The rest of the performance goes by in a blur. He barely notices the other pieces being played, and his mind is filled with blue eyes and nimble hands. By the time they had returned home, he still can’t get Castiel’s performance out of his head.
He hears Sam utter words like “perfect cadences”, “scalic” and “melismatic”, but he doesn’t care. He’s not a music geek like his brother, and he still can’t stand classical music. Instead he realizes that he has a Biology test tomorrow. He stands up, shoes clacking against the wooden floor as he walks towards his room, a Clarinet constantly playing in his head.
It wouldn’t hurt to study just this once.
- - -
Years pass and Dean grows. Sam grows too, and by the time they’re old enough to work, Sam’s much, much taller than Dean is.
Dean does many things while growing up. He buys an Impala, goes on road trips, and has flings and one-night stands and maybe-relationships. He’s gotten engaged once, but decided that Lisa wasn’t really what he was looking for. He’s hiked and surfed and bungee jumped, but nothing really appeals to him like coming home from work (he’s a mechanic) and just relaxing with his brother.
He barely remembers high school. He doesn’t really remember what song Castiel played, nor does he really remember what Castiel looks like. He only remembers blue eyes, ruffled hair and passion. But it doesn’t really matter.
He also remembers getting straight As in his report card the week before summer vacation starts.
Dean supposes he has Castiel Novak to thank for that.
Dean’s all grown up, so different from the Dean in high school, but his enthusiasm for Classical music still stays the same.
So when Sam comes home from work one day, waving two tickets to a performance at the theatre of performing arts, Dean grumbles. Dean grumbles and complains and claims it’ll be boring but goes anyway, since when has he denied Sam anything?
At the performance, the soloist steps out and all Dean can see are a pair of blue eyes and ruffled hair. He smiles and a Clarinet starts playing.
End.
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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Can be taken as Destiel
Notes: Argh idek what viewpoint this is written in [IS THIS FIRST PERSON OR SECOND PERSON IDEK]. Inspiration came in the form of going to a concert last night [was the last performance of my friend Joseph before he left for the Royal Academy of Music in England somewhere]. SO YEAH. IT’S NOT VERY WELL WRITTEN SINCE I CANNOT WRITE DEAN. Also kinda dedicated to johnstiredsoldier/Sadie since I wanted to write her something to make her feel better but I didn’t get any inspiration till now.
- - -
Couldn’t Sam see that he hates being here?
His arms are crossed, he’s pouting and he refuses to sit still. Sam, stupid brother that he is, doesn’t acknowledge his discomfort and just asks him to sit still.
“Come on, Dean. Your grades are slipping, you treat your teachers like shit, and now you’re gonna grumble your way through this concert too? It’s only an hour and a half long, just behave.” Says Sam, sighing and glaring at him.
He just snorts and looks away. It’s an hour and a half of Classical music and orchestras and all that shit. He knows it’s gonna be pure torture. Stupid Sammy and his stupid musical geekiness. Why couldn’t he go to the concert himself?
Sam sighs and flops back into his seat ungracefully as the orchestra files in to their respective places. This is going to be a long hour and a half.
- - -
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight. One of our most respected musical talents in our school is leaving for England this weekend, and he wanted to perform for you all one last time. So without further ado, let’s give a round of applause to Castiel Novak!”
He doesn’t pay much attention to the boy that walks on stage, Clarinet in hand. He just rolls his eyes as Sam leans forwards in excitement. The boy, Castiel, nods at the conductor and the Orchestra starts to play. Castiel just stands, slouching a little as the Orchestra starts playing some Classical music thing.
It’s fucking boring, the whole damn thing.
Then Castiel stands up straight, poised with his Clarinet, and plays.
He doesn’t think much of it, at first. Just some boy who’s good at playing his Clarinet. He doesn’t see why Samantha gets so excited about it. Then he takes a closer look at Castiel and he knows.
Castiel’s eyes are closed and his eyebrows are scrunched in concentration. He’s swaying as he plays his instrument and his fingers are moving so fast Dean only sees a flesh-coloured blur. He feels like he should be mocking the boy, mocking him for his exaggerated movements with the Clarinet, but he can’t.
Because, right there and then, Castiel looks like he’s found his home.
Dean can’t help but stare. Castiel looks like he wants to play his Clarinet forever (which isn’t really plausible, but whatever). Sometimes when he plays a high note he arches his back and points the Clarinet towards the ceiling, and sometimes he moves his Clarinet in a circle, and it looks absolutely stupid. But it’s clear to everyone that he just doesn’t care what everyone else thinks. He’s passionate about playing his instrument, and he doesn’t give a fuck if someone laughs at him for doing so.
Dean doesn’t think he’s ever felt so passionate about something before.
Once, during the performance, Castiel opens his eyes and looks directly into Dean’s. Dean doubts Castiel is doing so on purpose, but those blue eyes drill something into him, devoids him of his breath, and he stares back, unable to tear himself away.
Then those bright eyes close again and the theatre seems to darken.
Castiel’s performance comes to an end and the audience gives a standing ovation. He finds himself standing up as well, hands clapping so hard it itches, and it’s surprising. He’s never been a fan of classical music, after all.
The rest of the performance goes by in a blur. He barely notices the other pieces being played, and his mind is filled with blue eyes and nimble hands. By the time they had returned home, he still can’t get Castiel’s performance out of his head.
He hears Sam utter words like “perfect cadences”, “scalic” and “melismatic”, but he doesn’t care. He’s not a music geek like his brother, and he still can’t stand classical music. Instead he realizes that he has a Biology test tomorrow. He stands up, shoes clacking against the wooden floor as he walks towards his room, a Clarinet constantly playing in his head.
It wouldn’t hurt to study just this once.
- - -
Years pass and Dean grows. Sam grows too, and by the time they’re old enough to work, Sam’s much, much taller than Dean is.
Dean does many things while growing up. He buys an Impala, goes on road trips, and has flings and one-night stands and maybe-relationships. He’s gotten engaged once, but decided that Lisa wasn’t really what he was looking for. He’s hiked and surfed and bungee jumped, but nothing really appeals to him like coming home from work (he’s a mechanic) and just relaxing with his brother.
He barely remembers high school. He doesn’t really remember what song Castiel played, nor does he really remember what Castiel looks like. He only remembers blue eyes, ruffled hair and passion. But it doesn’t really matter.
He also remembers getting straight As in his report card the week before summer vacation starts.
Dean supposes he has Castiel Novak to thank for that.
Dean’s all grown up, so different from the Dean in high school, but his enthusiasm for Classical music still stays the same.
So when Sam comes home from work one day, waving two tickets to a performance at the theatre of performing arts, Dean grumbles. Dean grumbles and complains and claims it’ll be boring but goes anyway, since when has he denied Sam anything?
At the performance, the soloist steps out and all Dean can see are a pair of blue eyes and ruffled hair. He smiles and a Clarinet starts playing.
End.
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