Unexpected Destinies Chapter 20
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 1,851
Summary: "Hello, Bobby," Dean greeted, voice carefully neutral.
PAST
"Dean, ya idjit, why haven't you called me?" Bobby demanded in lieu of a greeting.
Dean sighed, closing his eyes as he thought of all the reasons why he'd stopped calling the older hunter. Like how he'd known that Sam was back from Hell, alive and well, for nine weeks and how he'd never bothered to tell him.
"I know you've met Dean, but you don't really know him. Trust me on this, it's better that he doesn't know that I'm back. Bobby, that friend I mentioned before who knows both of us really well, agrees with me on this."
Most of Sam's words from that day still haunted him, especially in his dreams, but these, these did so particularly. Not only did they speak of his brother's betrayal, but they were the ones that had revealed the older hunter's betrayal as well. Bobby, whom he'd looked up to and loved almost as a second father, had betrayed him for his brother. And he still didn't really know why. Did the older man simply like Sam better than him? Did he want him out of his life? But, if that was it, then why did he keep calling him? He'd stopped calling Bobby, not able to inflict that upon himself and not really thinking that he should either. He was getting mixed signals here and didn't know how to deal with them.
The only thing he knew for certain was that Bobby had betrayed him and Dean just wasn't ready yet to confront him about it or to deal with him in person. Castiel's words about Sam and how he had time applied equally well to Bobby and, for the first time in his life, he found himself glad of that time and distance. Perhaps it was high time that he gave them a dose of their own medicine and see what they thought of it.
"Sorry, Bobby, I've been busy," Dean hastily replied, realizing it had already been too long.
"Busy? Doing what? I thought you were living the highlife now with a nice little nine to five."
"Oh, you know, stuff."
Dean was just searching for more that he could say without giving too much away when Castiel returned with a soft flutter of wings and he brought his finger to his lips, warning the angel to keep quiet. It earned him a curious look, but the angel obeyed, stepping towards the table and pizza instead. Dean watched absently as the slice he'd been eating was selected and slowly finished.
"I've been out and about, meeting new people," and saving them, not to mention searching desperately for a way to end the Apocalypse that we thought we'd averted. Stuff like that. "I also had to do some shopping," for rock salt, water, iron shot, "and I've been doing some Light reading." It wasn't his fault that Bobby would assume he meant light reading instead, right? And Holy books were Light, weren't they?
"Well listen to you, Lisa's really domesticated you, hasn't she?"
"Bobby..."
"I just call 'em like I see 'em, boy."
If only. Although Dean wouldn't give up what he had now with Castiel for anything, even if it was only just starting to develop, or no, just starting to be realized (he knew it had been growing between them for forever now if he was honest with himself), it would be nice to just be able to have the luxury of being domesticated. Not that he thought any kind of 'normal' domestication would work for him, not now after he'd had a real taste of it, but there were other ways of being so without giving up an essential part of who he was. He just needed for this damned Apocalypse to be over first.
Instead of comforting him, that last thought actually caused dread to rise within Dean as a new fear of his rose to the surface. If they managed to truly avert or end the Apocalypse, would Castiel leave? Most likely, after all, how could he hope to compete with Heaven even if Heaven didn't need the new archangel to fix it? Heaven was Castiel's home and he couldn't ask him to abandon it, not again, not after all that the angel had done for him already.
Dean shoved the thought aside. There was no point dwelling on that anyway as it all hinged on both of them surviving this blasted Apocalypse, not something he figured was very likely. He desperately hoped that Castiel's new powers were enough to allow him to make it through, but he himself? Not so much, he was just a regular human and not a particularly good one at that.
Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean looked up at him in confusion. The angel pointed at the remaining pizza, then at him and finally the phone. What? Oh.
"Look, Bobby, I gotta go, lunch is ready."
Bobby huffed with laughter. "And you try and claim that she hasn't domesticated you."
"Goodbye, Bobby."
"Bye, Dean, and don't forget to call me sometime."
"Sure," Dean lied before he hung up, slumping in his chair.
The desire for a stiff, strong drink was back and Dean tried to fight it off. Cas didn't ask him for much so he was determined to give him that which he could. Besides, he'd been glad he'd stopped so he wasn't going to let Bobby and his betrayal slide him backwards, not now. He'd given him and Sam enough as it was.
Castiel was suddenly beside him, so close there was hardly any space between them and Dean took it as the show of comfort that he knew it was meant to be. The angel wasn't very tactile, had never been really, and their relationship wasn't so far progressed that Castiel thought of touch as a form of comfort yet, though Dean hoped that would change soon enough. He looked up so he could met Cas' eyes and noted the frustration and desire to help in them and it went a long way to comforting him.
"I take it from your relatively calm demeanor that Sam wasn't the cause of the ripple," Dean finally said.
"Not from what I could see, though I shall check back periodically to make sure I didn't miss anything."
Dean was tempted to ask what his brother had been doing and how Sam looked, but he bit down on the impulse. That would only serve to hurt him more and he was sure that Castiel would tell him if he'd seen anything important above and beyond what he'd gone to check for.
"It was a good idea and I have dispatched angels to check on other likely candidates."
It wasn't lost on Dean that Castiel could easily have done the same with Sam, he could have sent someone else to check on him, and hadn't. He didn't think it was conceited of him to think that he was the reason for that.
"So now what? We just sit around and wait for this mysterious player to make his next move?" Dean asked.
"No, we continue to search for an alternative while we look into the matter as best we can."
It occurred to Dean that he was normally the one to offer such reassurances to others. It felt nice to be receiving them for once instead. In fact, it felt nice to do all of this, the hunting and the researching and the general friend thing without always having to take the lead or backseat on specific tasks. This felt more like a true partnership with both of them contributing in a nice give and take. He nodded in response, to show that he'd heard.
"Do you want some more pizza?" Dean asked, looking at the box.
"No."
"Okay."
He turned the box so he could get at the lid to close it. He may have lost his appetite now, but he'd definitely finish it later. Dean had never minded eating cold pizza, but he had sneaking suspicion that all he'd need to do was ask and Castiel would reheat it for him angel style. The thought warmed him and he let himself lean back in his chair when the box was closed. Like this he was so very, very close to the angel as Castiel hadn't moved since he'd come to stand beside him, drawn to him like always.
Dean reached out and took hold of one of the angel's hands. Although Castiel had gotten better at imitating human behavior, most of the time he still let his arms and hands hang limply when he was talking to someone. He turned the one he'd captured and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm before looking up at Cas' face. The angel's eyes had darkened and he was looking at him with both lust and desire. For what, Dean wasn't quite sure as they hadn't gone beyond chaste kisses, but he didn't really care as long as it was there.
With another kiss, Dean released the hand he'd captured and rose to his feet, skimming Castiel's body the whole way so the angel was sure to feel him. He was met halfway as he leaned in for a real kiss and he kept it innocent at first before parting his lips to run his tongue along Castiel's lips like before. He could feel the angel's confusion and pulled back a little, kissing and nipping his way lightly along Cas' jaw, earning moans of approval as Castiel's hands fisted in his clothes, keeping him right where he was- as if he'd want to leave!
"It's called French kissing," Dean explained before he tugged softly at the earlobe. "Kissing with tongue that is. It's good. Want to try it?"
"With tongue?"
Now the angel just sounded very confused, well that and turned on.
"Yes."
"Okay."
Dean drew back to check that Castiel meant it, or as much as he could when he didn't understand it, but he figured it was easier to show it to him then to try and explain it. Once he was sure, he leaned in close for another kiss, this time when he touched Cas' lips with tongue, the angel opened for him. He slipped his tongue in and groaned at the taste. It was similar to what he'd tasted on his lips before after their kissing, but a hundred times stronger and better. Oh, he could definitely get addicted to this!
Castiel's response was a little hesitant, his tongue coming up to touch his, but it wasn't until Dean coaxed it back into his own mouth that the angel seemed to get it. Then, however, his... lover seemed to come alive against him, moaning and trying to devour him. They continued to kiss like that for a while, hungry and heated, until Dean had to pull back for breath, panting as he fought to control himself. Castiel took the opportunity to nuzzle at the side of his face before he began to lick and nip at his jaw.
Well, at least angels were fast learners.
Chapter 21
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 1,851
Summary: "Hello, Bobby," Dean greeted, voice carefully neutral.
PAST
"Dean, ya idjit, why haven't you called me?" Bobby demanded in lieu of a greeting.
Dean sighed, closing his eyes as he thought of all the reasons why he'd stopped calling the older hunter. Like how he'd known that Sam was back from Hell, alive and well, for nine weeks and how he'd never bothered to tell him.
"I know you've met Dean, but you don't really know him. Trust me on this, it's better that he doesn't know that I'm back. Bobby, that friend I mentioned before who knows both of us really well, agrees with me on this."
Most of Sam's words from that day still haunted him, especially in his dreams, but these, these did so particularly. Not only did they speak of his brother's betrayal, but they were the ones that had revealed the older hunter's betrayal as well. Bobby, whom he'd looked up to and loved almost as a second father, had betrayed him for his brother. And he still didn't really know why. Did the older man simply like Sam better than him? Did he want him out of his life? But, if that was it, then why did he keep calling him? He'd stopped calling Bobby, not able to inflict that upon himself and not really thinking that he should either. He was getting mixed signals here and didn't know how to deal with them.
The only thing he knew for certain was that Bobby had betrayed him and Dean just wasn't ready yet to confront him about it or to deal with him in person. Castiel's words about Sam and how he had time applied equally well to Bobby and, for the first time in his life, he found himself glad of that time and distance. Perhaps it was high time that he gave them a dose of their own medicine and see what they thought of it.
"Sorry, Bobby, I've been busy," Dean hastily replied, realizing it had already been too long.
"Busy? Doing what? I thought you were living the highlife now with a nice little nine to five."
"Oh, you know, stuff."
Dean was just searching for more that he could say without giving too much away when Castiel returned with a soft flutter of wings and he brought his finger to his lips, warning the angel to keep quiet. It earned him a curious look, but the angel obeyed, stepping towards the table and pizza instead. Dean watched absently as the slice he'd been eating was selected and slowly finished.
"I've been out and about, meeting new people," and saving them, not to mention searching desperately for a way to end the Apocalypse that we thought we'd averted. Stuff like that. "I also had to do some shopping," for rock salt, water, iron shot, "and I've been doing some Light reading." It wasn't his fault that Bobby would assume he meant light reading instead, right? And Holy books were Light, weren't they?
"Well listen to you, Lisa's really domesticated you, hasn't she?"
"Bobby..."
"I just call 'em like I see 'em, boy."
If only. Although Dean wouldn't give up what he had now with Castiel for anything, even if it was only just starting to develop, or no, just starting to be realized (he knew it had been growing between them for forever now if he was honest with himself), it would be nice to just be able to have the luxury of being domesticated. Not that he thought any kind of 'normal' domestication would work for him, not now after he'd had a real taste of it, but there were other ways of being so without giving up an essential part of who he was. He just needed for this damned Apocalypse to be over first.
Instead of comforting him, that last thought actually caused dread to rise within Dean as a new fear of his rose to the surface. If they managed to truly avert or end the Apocalypse, would Castiel leave? Most likely, after all, how could he hope to compete with Heaven even if Heaven didn't need the new archangel to fix it? Heaven was Castiel's home and he couldn't ask him to abandon it, not again, not after all that the angel had done for him already.
Dean shoved the thought aside. There was no point dwelling on that anyway as it all hinged on both of them surviving this blasted Apocalypse, not something he figured was very likely. He desperately hoped that Castiel's new powers were enough to allow him to make it through, but he himself? Not so much, he was just a regular human and not a particularly good one at that.
Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean looked up at him in confusion. The angel pointed at the remaining pizza, then at him and finally the phone. What? Oh.
"Look, Bobby, I gotta go, lunch is ready."
Bobby huffed with laughter. "And you try and claim that she hasn't domesticated you."
"Goodbye, Bobby."
"Bye, Dean, and don't forget to call me sometime."
"Sure," Dean lied before he hung up, slumping in his chair.
The desire for a stiff, strong drink was back and Dean tried to fight it off. Cas didn't ask him for much so he was determined to give him that which he could. Besides, he'd been glad he'd stopped so he wasn't going to let Bobby and his betrayal slide him backwards, not now. He'd given him and Sam enough as it was.
Castiel was suddenly beside him, so close there was hardly any space between them and Dean took it as the show of comfort that he knew it was meant to be. The angel wasn't very tactile, had never been really, and their relationship wasn't so far progressed that Castiel thought of touch as a form of comfort yet, though Dean hoped that would change soon enough. He looked up so he could met Cas' eyes and noted the frustration and desire to help in them and it went a long way to comforting him.
"I take it from your relatively calm demeanor that Sam wasn't the cause of the ripple," Dean finally said.
"Not from what I could see, though I shall check back periodically to make sure I didn't miss anything."
Dean was tempted to ask what his brother had been doing and how Sam looked, but he bit down on the impulse. That would only serve to hurt him more and he was sure that Castiel would tell him if he'd seen anything important above and beyond what he'd gone to check for.
"It was a good idea and I have dispatched angels to check on other likely candidates."
It wasn't lost on Dean that Castiel could easily have done the same with Sam, he could have sent someone else to check on him, and hadn't. He didn't think it was conceited of him to think that he was the reason for that.
"So now what? We just sit around and wait for this mysterious player to make his next move?" Dean asked.
"No, we continue to search for an alternative while we look into the matter as best we can."
It occurred to Dean that he was normally the one to offer such reassurances to others. It felt nice to be receiving them for once instead. In fact, it felt nice to do all of this, the hunting and the researching and the general friend thing without always having to take the lead or backseat on specific tasks. This felt more like a true partnership with both of them contributing in a nice give and take. He nodded in response, to show that he'd heard.
"Do you want some more pizza?" Dean asked, looking at the box.
"No."
"Okay."
He turned the box so he could get at the lid to close it. He may have lost his appetite now, but he'd definitely finish it later. Dean had never minded eating cold pizza, but he had sneaking suspicion that all he'd need to do was ask and Castiel would reheat it for him angel style. The thought warmed him and he let himself lean back in his chair when the box was closed. Like this he was so very, very close to the angel as Castiel hadn't moved since he'd come to stand beside him, drawn to him like always.
Dean reached out and took hold of one of the angel's hands. Although Castiel had gotten better at imitating human behavior, most of the time he still let his arms and hands hang limply when he was talking to someone. He turned the one he'd captured and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm before looking up at Cas' face. The angel's eyes had darkened and he was looking at him with both lust and desire. For what, Dean wasn't quite sure as they hadn't gone beyond chaste kisses, but he didn't really care as long as it was there.
With another kiss, Dean released the hand he'd captured and rose to his feet, skimming Castiel's body the whole way so the angel was sure to feel him. He was met halfway as he leaned in for a real kiss and he kept it innocent at first before parting his lips to run his tongue along Castiel's lips like before. He could feel the angel's confusion and pulled back a little, kissing and nipping his way lightly along Cas' jaw, earning moans of approval as Castiel's hands fisted in his clothes, keeping him right where he was- as if he'd want to leave!
"It's called French kissing," Dean explained before he tugged softly at the earlobe. "Kissing with tongue that is. It's good. Want to try it?"
"With tongue?"
Now the angel just sounded very confused, well that and turned on.
"Yes."
"Okay."
Dean drew back to check that Castiel meant it, or as much as he could when he didn't understand it, but he figured it was easier to show it to him then to try and explain it. Once he was sure, he leaned in close for another kiss, this time when he touched Cas' lips with tongue, the angel opened for him. He slipped his tongue in and groaned at the taste. It was similar to what he'd tasted on his lips before after their kissing, but a hundred times stronger and better. Oh, he could definitely get addicted to this!
Castiel's response was a little hesitant, his tongue coming up to touch his, but it wasn't until Dean coaxed it back into his own mouth that the angel seemed to get it. Then, however, his... lover seemed to come alive against him, moaning and trying to devour him. They continued to kiss like that for a while, hungry and heated, until Dean had to pull back for breath, panting as he fought to control himself. Castiel took the opportunity to nuzzle at the side of his face before he began to lick and nip at his jaw.
Well, at least angels were fast learners.
Chapter 21