Re: request: dean/castiel (Part 1/2)blue_fjordsMay 31 2010, 11:14:02 UTC
The guest room in Lisa's house sports frilly purple curtains. They match the quilt on the double bed and the stenciled flowers along the wainscoting. Dean lies awake at night, staring at the flowers. The streetlight had gone out soon after he moved into Lisa's place, and someone had come by just last week and fixed it. It shines through a gap in the curtains, changing a few of the flowers to pale lavender and leaving the others a deep plum.
He'd tried sleeping with Lisa at first, but that had been a fiasco. The end of the Apocalypse had turned his libido to mush, and he couldn't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time anyhow. After a week of that, Lisa had quietly suggested the guest room, and Dean had gladly accepted.
Now he sleeps in a violet haze and dreams of violence. He wakes, gasping and shaking, and starts his vigil with the purple flowers, each night the same. He sleeps less and less, but at least he dreams less and less, too.
He's been at Lisa's for three months when everything changes. Again, some more. If Dean had a dollar for every time his life completely changed, he could buy his own pie shop.
Cas comes back, suddenly appearing next to Dean and Ben on the sidewalk, his trench coat flapping around his legs.
"Dean," he says, looking around, gauging the surroundings, before his eyes rest on Dean. "We need to talk."
Dean just stares at him. "Now?" he rasps out, his throat dry and aching.
Cas frowns and looks down at Ben. "Tonight," he says decisively. "I'll find your dreams."
And with that, he's gone again. Dean swears loudly and Ben looks frantically all around them.
"Forget it, kiddo. You won't find him," Dean tells him.
"But Dean--" Ben protests.
"Take my word for it. You will not see him again."
***
Dean lies in bed that night, willing himself to fall asleep to no avail. Dinner had been excruciating, with Ben regaling his mother with talk of the stranger who appeared out of the blue. Lisa had just looked at him, like she knew precisely who Cas was. Dean wonders if he ever talked in his sleep during his week in Lisa's bed.
Sleep will not come, and Dean stares up at the ceiling, trying to calm his racing heart and count sheep. The clock reads 1:14 AM when a presence is suddenly sitting on the bed next to him.
"What happened to my dreams, Cas?" Dean asks. He has to clear his throat first, and he knows the hand that is not clutching the quilt is trembling, hidden beneath the blankets.
Re: request: dean/castiel (Part 2/2)blue_fjordsMay 31 2010, 11:14:43 UTC
“You haven’t been sleeping,” Cas replies. He stands up and begins to shrug out of his trench coat.
“No shit, I haven’t been sleeping. Where the hell have you been? Three months and you don’t even call?” He tries to keep the bitterness from his voice, really he does.
Cas gives him a level look. “Heaven was not going to sort itself out on its own, Dean.” His suit coat joins the trench in a neat pile on the floor, then the tie, then his shoes and socks.
“What’s up with the strip tease?” He’s never seen Cas naked, not all the way. Everything between them was frantic groping in the backseat of the Impala, or hurried grinding and thrusting against alley walls, or on rare occasions, Cas pressed against him in a motel bed, fucking him until he couldn’t see the pillow beneath him, let alone anything else. He shivers now, wondering if it will be one of those times. And then Cas would leave again, the moment it was over.
“I’m going to help you sleep,” Cas says, undoing his belt and pushing his pants down and off. He folds them awkwardly and adds them to the pile, and then starts on his buttons.
“You’re going to fuck me to sleep? There are women and children here, Cas,” he says, attempting a smile. He fails.
“No, I don’t think that will work just yet,” Cas answers, and adds the shirt to the rest of his clothes. “I have done some research. You need to ‘scoot’ over and we shall cuddle.” He pulls up a corner of the quilt.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cuddle? That’s your answer? What about, ‘Hey, Dean, let’s get Sam out of Hell?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, I missed you, how bout we fuck?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, the Apocalypse is over, let’s go out for pie?’” Dean yanks back at the quilt. Cas frowns at him.
“I’m not leaving after we cuddle,” he says. “We can do all those things, but you need to sleep first. Your body demands it.”
Dean freezes. “Wait. Go back. We can do all those things?”
Cas reaches over and gently tugs the quilt from his grasp and slides under it. Dean has no choice but to scoot back and let him in. “Dean. Sam told you not to try to get him out. He made no restrictions on me.”
Dean can’t help himself, he surges forward and wraps Cas into a full body hug and presses an open-mouthed kiss against Cas’s lips. Cas kisses him back, that blend of forceful and gentle that makes him unique in Dean’s experience, and Dean feels himself beginning to melt against his body. Cas makes a happy little noise and Dean pulls back.
“What?” He pulls Cas closer, rests his head on Cas’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“I believe this qualifies as cuddling,” Cas says, and rubs his back.
Dean would laugh, but he’s already falling asleep, wrapped firmly in the cocoon of Cas’s arms and legs and a purple fluffy quilt.
Re: request: dean/castiel (Part 2/2)harper47May 31 2010, 11:25:58 UTC
Aww, I loved this. If I have to have Lisa in Dean's life, this is the way I want it. Barely there. And cuddling is always, always my fave in a fic. That and sleeping all snuggled up.
He'd tried sleeping with Lisa at first, but that had been a fiasco. The end of the Apocalypse had turned his libido to mush, and he couldn't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time anyhow. After a week of that, Lisa had quietly suggested the guest room, and Dean had gladly accepted.
Now he sleeps in a violet haze and dreams of violence. He wakes, gasping and shaking, and starts his vigil with the purple flowers, each night the same. He sleeps less and less, but at least he dreams less and less, too.
He's been at Lisa's for three months when everything changes. Again, some more. If Dean had a dollar for every time his life completely changed, he could buy his own pie shop.
Cas comes back, suddenly appearing next to Dean and Ben on the sidewalk, his trench coat flapping around his legs.
"Dean," he says, looking around, gauging the surroundings, before his eyes rest on Dean. "We need to talk."
Dean just stares at him. "Now?" he rasps out, his throat dry and aching.
Cas frowns and looks down at Ben. "Tonight," he says decisively. "I'll find your dreams."
And with that, he's gone again. Dean swears loudly and Ben looks frantically all around them.
"Forget it, kiddo. You won't find him," Dean tells him.
"But Dean--" Ben protests.
"Take my word for it. You will not see him again."
***
Dean lies in bed that night, willing himself to fall asleep to no avail. Dinner had been excruciating, with Ben regaling his mother with talk of the stranger who appeared out of the blue. Lisa had just looked at him, like she knew precisely who Cas was. Dean wonders if he ever talked in his sleep during his week in Lisa's bed.
Sleep will not come, and Dean stares up at the ceiling, trying to calm his racing heart and count sheep. The clock reads 1:14 AM when a presence is suddenly sitting on the bed next to him.
"What happened to my dreams, Cas?" Dean asks. He has to clear his throat first, and he knows the hand that is not clutching the quilt is trembling, hidden beneath the blankets.
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“No shit, I haven’t been sleeping. Where the hell have you been? Three months and you don’t even call?” He tries to keep the bitterness from his voice, really he does.
Cas gives him a level look. “Heaven was not going to sort itself out on its own, Dean.” His suit coat joins the trench in a neat pile on the floor, then the tie, then his shoes and socks.
“What’s up with the strip tease?” He’s never seen Cas naked, not all the way. Everything between them was frantic groping in the backseat of the Impala, or hurried grinding and thrusting against alley walls, or on rare occasions, Cas pressed against him in a motel bed, fucking him until he couldn’t see the pillow beneath him, let alone anything else. He shivers now, wondering if it will be one of those times. And then Cas would leave again, the moment it was over.
“I’m going to help you sleep,” Cas says, undoing his belt and pushing his pants down and off. He folds them awkwardly and adds them to the pile, and then starts on his buttons.
“You’re going to fuck me to sleep? There are women and children here, Cas,” he says, attempting a smile. He fails.
“No, I don’t think that will work just yet,” Cas answers, and adds the shirt to the rest of his clothes. “I have done some research. You need to ‘scoot’ over and we shall cuddle.” He pulls up a corner of the quilt.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cuddle? That’s your answer? What about, ‘Hey, Dean, let’s get Sam out of Hell?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, I missed you, how bout we fuck?’ or ‘Hey, Dean, the Apocalypse is over, let’s go out for pie?’” Dean yanks back at the quilt. Cas frowns at him.
“I’m not leaving after we cuddle,” he says. “We can do all those things, but you need to sleep first. Your body demands it.”
Dean freezes. “Wait. Go back. We can do all those things?”
Cas reaches over and gently tugs the quilt from his grasp and slides under it. Dean has no choice but to scoot back and let him in. “Dean. Sam told you not to try to get him out. He made no restrictions on me.”
Dean can’t help himself, he surges forward and wraps Cas into a full body hug and presses an open-mouthed kiss against Cas’s lips. Cas kisses him back, that blend of forceful and gentle that makes him unique in Dean’s experience, and Dean feels himself beginning to melt against his body. Cas makes a happy little noise and Dean pulls back.
“What?” He pulls Cas closer, rests his head on Cas’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“I believe this qualifies as cuddling,” Cas says, and rubs his back.
Dean would laugh, but he’s already falling asleep, wrapped firmly in the cocoon of Cas’s arms and legs and a purple fluffy quilt.
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This. Made. Me. Die. In a good way.
Oh, this was just absolutely perfect. ♥
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Great little fic! Yay for Cas cuddling (and the research he did on the subject).
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