Two Drabbles; Supernatural, Dean/Cas (Pre-Slash), PG
Title: Minute One
Author: purple_spock
Verse: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Status: Pre-Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. Please don't sue me. I don't have the energy for that right now.
Summary: Immediately after he falls, it's all just a bit too much.
AN: I haven't done this in a while, so please be gentle with me.
Castiel’s first few seconds as a human are completely overwhelming. As he struggles to his feet, he could swear that they ground bucks and sways beneath him. His ears are ringing, there are dark spots appearing and disappearing in his field of vision, his whole body is pulsing. He’s been in pain before, and this is not it. This is something new, and it’s all too much.
All at once, the sky is ripped open, the darkness banished in the face of countless forms plummeting to Earth, each one set ablaze. He stares as his brothers and sisters fall around him, and even though he knows he can’t, he feels as though he can hear each one of them screaming, calling out for help that will not come.
His new human body can’t take the shock and stress of it all. His vision blurs completely, and he is falling backwards, hitting the ground, passing out.
***
When he wakes up he struggles to his feet, no plan of where he’s going, simply needing to keep moving. He stumbles, weak and lost until he finds a road. A curvy strip of asphalt, cutting its way through the woods.
He remembers when he spoke with Dean in Heaven. He remembers Dean’s path to paradise, his tract of winding, smooth blacktop. He has never understood Dean’s feeling about something as basic as a road until now. This greying, abandoned stretch is the closest thing to salvation he can bear to imagine.
So he follows it.
Title: Sleeping is Not as Easy as it Looks
Author: purple_spock
Verse: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Status: Pre-Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. Please don't sue me. I don't have the energy for that right now.
Summary: Cas is having trouble sleeping. Dean helps.
Castiel is familiar enough with the mechanics of sleep to know how it should work. He should be able to lie down, close his eyes, and allow his body to pull him into unconsciousness. Except that it isn’t working that way. Instead, every time he closes his eyes he isn’t met with a blessed darkness but assaulted by the memory of the sky ablaze. Every time he tries to sleep the unholy fire storm is waiting for him.
He’s exhausted, on edge and losing hope, until one miserable, restless night, when Dean comes into the room he’s in. He sits down across from the couch Cas is camped out on, looks him dead in the eyes and says,
“Why the hell aren’t you sleepin’ Cas?”
Castiel can’t find the words immediately. He stares at Dean, knowing full well that he must look pitiful. After several seconds of silence all he can get out it “I... I just... can’t.”
Dean sighs, long and slow, and Cas can see all the worry, all the stress he carries with him. He feels so much guilt for adding to it.
Just as Cas is about to lose himself in another wave of self-loathing, Dean nods sharply, apparently making his mind up about something. In the blink of an eye (and Cas is still so baffled by the notion of blinking) Dean is beside him on the couch, man-handling Cas until they’re lying down together, Cas’ back flush against Dean’s chest, their arms and legs winding together.
“How about,” Dean’s voice is low and soft against Cas’ hair, “You don’t worry about sleeping, and we just lie here for a while?”
Cas nods and Dean reaches to turn off the side table lamp behind his head. They settle together more comfortably, and more quickly than he expects, Cas starts to relax, and his eyelids close.
For the first time since he fell, he’s not met with images of a fiery nightmare, but a cool, comfortable darkness.
Author: purple_spock
Verse: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Status: Pre-Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. Please don't sue me. I don't have the energy for that right now.
Summary: Immediately after he falls, it's all just a bit too much.
AN: I haven't done this in a while, so please be gentle with me.
Castiel’s first few seconds as a human are completely overwhelming. As he struggles to his feet, he could swear that they ground bucks and sways beneath him. His ears are ringing, there are dark spots appearing and disappearing in his field of vision, his whole body is pulsing. He’s been in pain before, and this is not it. This is something new, and it’s all too much.
All at once, the sky is ripped open, the darkness banished in the face of countless forms plummeting to Earth, each one set ablaze. He stares as his brothers and sisters fall around him, and even though he knows he can’t, he feels as though he can hear each one of them screaming, calling out for help that will not come.
His new human body can’t take the shock and stress of it all. His vision blurs completely, and he is falling backwards, hitting the ground, passing out.
***
When he wakes up he struggles to his feet, no plan of where he’s going, simply needing to keep moving. He stumbles, weak and lost until he finds a road. A curvy strip of asphalt, cutting its way through the woods.
He remembers when he spoke with Dean in Heaven. He remembers Dean’s path to paradise, his tract of winding, smooth blacktop. He has never understood Dean’s feeling about something as basic as a road until now. This greying, abandoned stretch is the closest thing to salvation he can bear to imagine.
So he follows it.
Title: Sleeping is Not as Easy as it Looks
Author: purple_spock
Verse: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Status: Pre-Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural. Please don't sue me. I don't have the energy for that right now.
Summary: Cas is having trouble sleeping. Dean helps.
Castiel is familiar enough with the mechanics of sleep to know how it should work. He should be able to lie down, close his eyes, and allow his body to pull him into unconsciousness. Except that it isn’t working that way. Instead, every time he closes his eyes he isn’t met with a blessed darkness but assaulted by the memory of the sky ablaze. Every time he tries to sleep the unholy fire storm is waiting for him.
He’s exhausted, on edge and losing hope, until one miserable, restless night, when Dean comes into the room he’s in. He sits down across from the couch Cas is camped out on, looks him dead in the eyes and says,
“Why the hell aren’t you sleepin’ Cas?”
Castiel can’t find the words immediately. He stares at Dean, knowing full well that he must look pitiful. After several seconds of silence all he can get out it “I... I just... can’t.”
Dean sighs, long and slow, and Cas can see all the worry, all the stress he carries with him. He feels so much guilt for adding to it.
Just as Cas is about to lose himself in another wave of self-loathing, Dean nods sharply, apparently making his mind up about something. In the blink of an eye (and Cas is still so baffled by the notion of blinking) Dean is beside him on the couch, man-handling Cas until they’re lying down together, Cas’ back flush against Dean’s chest, their arms and legs winding together.
“How about,” Dean’s voice is low and soft against Cas’ hair, “You don’t worry about sleeping, and we just lie here for a while?”
Cas nods and Dean reaches to turn off the side table lamp behind his head. They settle together more comfortably, and more quickly than he expects, Cas starts to relax, and his eyelids close.
For the first time since he fell, he’s not met with images of a fiery nightmare, but a cool, comfortable darkness.