Supernatural Fic - enjoying a resurgence in popularity
Title: enjoying a resurgence in popularity
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.22.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Originally written for x_shorty1013_x over at comment_fic for their "futuristic" themed day. Prompt was "Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + any(/any), Castiel tries to take Dean to 2014 to show him it's different this time around, but he overshoots by a thousand years."
Summary: Dean can't get over the burn-out he'd seen Castiel become in the future. It's starting to affect their sex life. Castiel has had it up to here with this bullshit.
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The problem with sex with Cas is that Dean has never been able to shake the memory of what he was like in the future out of his head. Every scorching kiss, every dragging touch makes Dean wonder is this is it, this is the one that tips the scales and leads to the fallen shell he remembers from the future. Every time he touches Castiel, he feels like he's dragging the angel down, polluting him with humanity or something like that.
Castiel growls unhappily from where he's straddling Dean and opens his eyes. "What's wrong? You are not participating properly."
Dean shifts, clothes feeling tight and uncomfortable. It seems like he's being watched, like everyone's staring at him (condemning him), even though they're totally alone in today's random motel room. "I dunno, man. You, uh. You ever get the feeling we shouldn't be doing this?"
Cas frowns deeply. "No. I enjoy it, and I have been led to believe you do as well."
"Yeah, maybe that's the problem, okay?" Dean sighs, grabbing Castiel's hips and sliding the angel off of his lap. "Maybe you shouldn't enjoy it like you do."
Castiel looks slightly taken aback, but his features quickly settle into suspicious. "What is this about, Dean?"
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Dean huffs quietly. "Look, it's just... The future, okay? I mean, I saw you, and you weren't. You weren't you, all right? And I don't want that to happen. Jesus, man, I don't want that to happen. And every time we..." (here he make a vague hand gesture between them, but the meaning is pretty clear) "...I just think, 'what if it's me? what if I'm the one that does that to him?' and then I just...I don't know."
Castiel looks like Dean has greatly disappointed him. "What you saw will not come to pass, Dean. What Zachariah showed you was a single possibility, one that was intentionally chosen to hurt you. That future was destroyed when we resealed Lucifer. The future now looks considerably different."
Dean takes a minute to process this. "...really?"
Cas sighs, both fond and exasperated. Before Dean even knows how to react, the angel presses fingers to his forehead and fwoosh, off they go.
"Oh. Hm," Castiel says when they reach their destination.
"HOVERCARS?" Dean yelps. "Sealing Lucifer back means hovercars are invented in the next four years? And what the fuck are those spires? Is that girl blue?"
"Ah, no. This seems to be 3014," Castiel says apologetically. "I am not yet accustomed to my new powers. I am much stronger than I used to be."
"Oh," Dean replies weakly. "Um, is that a statue of me and Sam and you over there?"
"Yes. The Winchester Gospels had a resurgence in popularity around 2840 and many classically-inspired artworks were created. Now come, you're not really supposed to see this."
The next moment they're standing in ankle-deep grass in Bobby's backyard. Dean whirls and grabs the angel by the shoulders. "Hovercars! Hovercars, Cas!"
"They were pretty sweet," Dean replies from the back porch.
"Uh. What?" Dean blinks.
"This is 2014," Castiel explains, not bothering to disentangle himself.
"Hi, me," other-Dean smirks.
"Um. Hey. What's up?" Dean says, feeling way too awkward about this.
Other-him shrugs. "We're having a cookout. Sam and Bobby are out getting stuff, you," he points to Cas, "are currently running an errand in Heaven, and who the fuck knows what Gabe's up to. Probably lighting innocent townsfolk on fire."
"Gabriel," Dean repeats flatly. "Gabriel's dead."
"Long story," other-Dean sighs. "Word of advice, though: when Sam tells you he's sleeping with the asshole, do not assume that punching out a window is any less painful than punching an archangel would be. The stitches? So not worth it."
Dean splutters.
Castiel looks smug. "You see? The future now is nothing like you were originally shown."
"Nah, it's pretty okay," other-Dean agrees, taking a sip of beer and smiling to himself. He stares at Dean for a long moment, though, before adding, "Stop worrying. Cas is fine. He's just as much of an inscrutable bastard now as he's ever been. And I never have been able to teach him not to just poof in right behind me without warning."
Castiel smirks the sort of smirk that makes both Deans think that he definitely does that on purpose, which they've totally always suspected.
"Anyway, get going," other-Dean says. "I don't want you two around when everybody else shows back up. Way too awkward. And, if I remember correctly," he continues, with a lecherous grin, "you have some awesome sex when you get back to the motel."
And it turns out he totally wasn't lying, even if Cas does seem rather self-satisfied the entire time.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.22.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Originally written for x_shorty1013_x over at comment_fic for their "futuristic" themed day. Prompt was "Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + any(/any), Castiel tries to take Dean to 2014 to show him it's different this time around, but he overshoots by a thousand years."
Summary: Dean can't get over the burn-out he'd seen Castiel become in the future. It's starting to affect their sex life. Castiel has had it up to here with this bullshit.
--
The problem with sex with Cas is that Dean has never been able to shake the memory of what he was like in the future out of his head. Every scorching kiss, every dragging touch makes Dean wonder is this is it, this is the one that tips the scales and leads to the fallen shell he remembers from the future. Every time he touches Castiel, he feels like he's dragging the angel down, polluting him with humanity or something like that.
Castiel growls unhappily from where he's straddling Dean and opens his eyes. "What's wrong? You are not participating properly."
Dean shifts, clothes feeling tight and uncomfortable. It seems like he's being watched, like everyone's staring at him (condemning him), even though they're totally alone in today's random motel room. "I dunno, man. You, uh. You ever get the feeling we shouldn't be doing this?"
Cas frowns deeply. "No. I enjoy it, and I have been led to believe you do as well."
"Yeah, maybe that's the problem, okay?" Dean sighs, grabbing Castiel's hips and sliding the angel off of his lap. "Maybe you shouldn't enjoy it like you do."
Castiel looks slightly taken aback, but his features quickly settle into suspicious. "What is this about, Dean?"
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Dean huffs quietly. "Look, it's just... The future, okay? I mean, I saw you, and you weren't. You weren't you, all right? And I don't want that to happen. Jesus, man, I don't want that to happen. And every time we..." (here he make a vague hand gesture between them, but the meaning is pretty clear) "...I just think, 'what if it's me? what if I'm the one that does that to him?' and then I just...I don't know."
Castiel looks like Dean has greatly disappointed him. "What you saw will not come to pass, Dean. What Zachariah showed you was a single possibility, one that was intentionally chosen to hurt you. That future was destroyed when we resealed Lucifer. The future now looks considerably different."
Dean takes a minute to process this. "...really?"
Cas sighs, both fond and exasperated. Before Dean even knows how to react, the angel presses fingers to his forehead and fwoosh, off they go.
"Oh. Hm," Castiel says when they reach their destination.
"HOVERCARS?" Dean yelps. "Sealing Lucifer back means hovercars are invented in the next four years? And what the fuck are those spires? Is that girl blue?"
"Ah, no. This seems to be 3014," Castiel says apologetically. "I am not yet accustomed to my new powers. I am much stronger than I used to be."
"Oh," Dean replies weakly. "Um, is that a statue of me and Sam and you over there?"
"Yes. The Winchester Gospels had a resurgence in popularity around 2840 and many classically-inspired artworks were created. Now come, you're not really supposed to see this."
The next moment they're standing in ankle-deep grass in Bobby's backyard. Dean whirls and grabs the angel by the shoulders. "Hovercars! Hovercars, Cas!"
"They were pretty sweet," Dean replies from the back porch.
"Uh. What?" Dean blinks.
"This is 2014," Castiel explains, not bothering to disentangle himself.
"Hi, me," other-Dean smirks.
"Um. Hey. What's up?" Dean says, feeling way too awkward about this.
Other-him shrugs. "We're having a cookout. Sam and Bobby are out getting stuff, you," he points to Cas, "are currently running an errand in Heaven, and who the fuck knows what Gabe's up to. Probably lighting innocent townsfolk on fire."
"Gabriel," Dean repeats flatly. "Gabriel's dead."
"Long story," other-Dean sighs. "Word of advice, though: when Sam tells you he's sleeping with the asshole, do not assume that punching out a window is any less painful than punching an archangel would be. The stitches? So not worth it."
Dean splutters.
Castiel looks smug. "You see? The future now is nothing like you were originally shown."
"Nah, it's pretty okay," other-Dean agrees, taking a sip of beer and smiling to himself. He stares at Dean for a long moment, though, before adding, "Stop worrying. Cas is fine. He's just as much of an inscrutable bastard now as he's ever been. And I never have been able to teach him not to just poof in right behind me without warning."
Castiel smirks the sort of smirk that makes both Deans think that he definitely does that on purpose, which they've totally always suspected.
"Anyway, get going," other-Dean says. "I don't want you two around when everybody else shows back up. Way too awkward. And, if I remember correctly," he continues, with a lecherous grin, "you have some awesome sex when you get back to the motel."
And it turns out he totally wasn't lying, even if Cas does seem rather self-satisfied the entire time.