Fic: Nothing Alike
Title: Nothing Alike Chapter 4/?
Author: ravenalisa
Rating: eventually NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.22
Warnings: none
Summary: The apocalypse is over. Sam is in hell. Castiel is in Heaven. Dean is at Lisa's. And Jimmy...well Jimmy's having dreams he'd rather not have...of a sexual nature...about Dean. Destiel. NOT Jimmy/Dean.
Nothing Alike Masterpost
~*~ Chapter Four ~*~
Observing Behavior
“I guess, technically speaking, I met Cas in hell.”
“What?” Amelia gasped.
“I’m sorry; I thought you knew that bit.” Dean ducked his head self-consciously, “I sold my soul to save Sam. By the time Castiel fought his way to me I was torturing and had started the apocalypse. It’s my fault that Cas needed a vessel. You have every reason to hate me.”
Amelia sat quietly, considering what she’d been told. When she’d first met Dean and Sam she had hated them without a doubt. It had definitely been unfair, but the hatred had been there all the same. Did she still hate them? Not really. She had her family back. As long as it turned out that there was nothing going on between her husband and Dean…
“I don’t hate you.” Amelia waited, giving Dean a moment to digest that fact.
“So ‘Cas’ saved you from hell?”
“Yeah, I woke up buried alive. We didn’t know what’d pulled me out at the time. Most humans cannot see an angel’s true form without burning out their eyes; maybe it has something to do with that because I sure as hell remember the rest of it.”
Dean shook off the haunting memories, “Anyway, my next meeting with Cas…he tried to talk to me with his true voice. Scared the shit outta me is more like it. I’d thought I was under attack by something that was invisible.”
“Finally me and Bobby decided to summon the thing that drug me out. We setup in a barn covered with every protection we knew with a wide array of weapons. When we did the spell, for a moment I thought it hadn’t worked then the lights started flashing and the barn started shaking.”
“The doors flew open and Castiel walked in heading straight for us. We were sure he was some evil sonofabitch and started shooting right away, but he just walked calmly towards us, not so much as flinching. Trenchcoat billowing behind him, his presence seemed to fill the room. He effortlessly took out Bobby, dropping him with a single touch. I stabbed him and he just tilted his head curiously. He said, ‘I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.’” Dean chuckled at the memory.
Amelia had quietly listened to Dean while observing him. She caught every lilt in his voice, every light in his eyes, every twitch of his lips.
“You care for him,” Amelia stated.
“Well…yeah. I guess you could say he’s my best friend.” Dean shrugged. “Or at least the closest thing to a best friend that I’ve ever had. People who get close to me tend to get dead. Cas actually exploded twice already, but he has a habit of coming back,” Dean added, clearly forgetting that Cas was in Jimmy’s body at the time.
“E-Ex-Exploded?” Amelia’s voice trembled.
“Yeah,” Dean smiled fondly, still oblivious to Amelia’s point of view, “first time Raphael blew him up. He stayed behind to keep the archangels off my back while I went to try to keep Lucifer from rising. He popped up a few months later to save our asses from Zachariah’s goons.”
Dean’s eyes lit in admiration at the memory, “Cas was badass. He took them down in seconds.”
“A-and the next time?” Amelia’s voice still trembled a bit.
“Cas’d disappeared after taking out a bunch of angels. We’d thought he was dead… again, but he turned up as a human…he didn’t handle it very well,” Dean smiled wryly. “The main thing you should know about Castiel is that he went against his very nature to do what was right. Angels are not meant to question, to feel, to think for themselves. God designed them to be the perfect soldiers. I never really let Castiel know how much I appreciated everything that he did. As thanks for all that he gave up I just berated him at every turn for not doing more. I don’t know why he kept helping me; I can really be a jerk sometimes.”
“Anyway, when it came down to the end he molotoved an archangel.” Dean laughed, “Cas can’t swear worth shit. Called Michael an ‘assbutt’ before he threw it.”
Dean expression sobered, eyes glistening, “Before my eyes Lucifer blew Cas to bits in a fit of rage and snapped Bobby’s neck.” Dean shook off the pain of the memory, “After Sam managed to take Lucifer with him back into hell, Cas appeared in front of me and completely healed me with a tough and even resurrected Bobby.”
“Was he always that powerful,” Amelia asked, irate at the thought of Castiel deciding not to heal Jimmy without forcing him to be his vessel again.
“Nope,” Dean answered, then paused, “at least I don’t think so.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he considered what he knew of Castiel’s powers. “He must’ve been more powerful when I first met him. It couldn’t have been easy to drag me outta hell and put my rotting corpse back together,” Dean thought aloud. “But then later he couldn’t heal Bobby, course he was cut off from heaven by then.”
Dean finally realized that his ramblings were probably confusing Amelia even more than his Castiel centered recounting of events had. “Sorry,” Dean apologized, “my short answer is no…but amusingly enough when Cas came back that second time after being blown up in front of me I asked him if he was God.”
Amelia smiled gently, still confused. She figured Dean was giving her a reader’s digest version of a very long story but at least through Dean’s eyes she had a better understanding of the being that took her husband away.
Amelia decided it was time to ask the question she’d been dying to ask while dreading the answer at the same time, “Do you know why James is having these dreams?”
“Oh, the nightmares,” Dean shrugged. “Said it was probably related to memories and junk that Cas must’ve left behind in his consciousness.”
“That’s what he told you?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’ve never been a man but I’m pretty sure that you guys don’t usually wake up…satisfied from nightmares.”
“Satisfied?” Dean visibly gulped.
“Did you and Cas ever…” Amelia trailed off, leaving the question unasked.
“What?!? No!!!”
Amelia thought of herself as being pretty good at reading people and she was pretty sure that Dean felt guilty about something.
“It’s…okay if you did,” Amelia said softly, “as long as there’s nothing between you and my husband.”
“We didn’t,” Dean reinforced as calmly as possible.
“But you wanted to,” Amelia stated, clearly not asking a question.
“I’ve never- I’m not- I’m straight,” Dean choked out.
“But Castiel isn’t really a man, is he?” Amelia continued without waiting for an answer, “haven’t you just been telling me how different Castiel is, not only from James but from everyone?”
“I- No- But-” Dean couldn’t think of an appropriate response so he went with, “Castiel’s a virgin.”
“Even virgins can desire someone,” Amelia stated.
“I have 2 choices here Dean,” Amelia began calmly. “My husband is having wet dreams about you so I can choose to believe that’s because he wants you or because Castiel wants you. Guess which one I’m hoping for?”
Dean couldn’t believe how quickly he’d lost control of this conversation, “But angels don’t-” Dean stopped himself, realizing that it didn’t really matter to him and Castiel what Amelia believed but it most definitely did matter to Jimmy which was why he was here in the first place.
“So how’s Claire?” Dean asked, hoping that Amelia would let the subject go for now, if not forever.
“She’s d-” Amelia stopped suddenly. “James? Did they cancel the meeting?”
Dean swung around, surprised that he hadn’t heard him enter.
“That’s not Jimmy.”
AN: Sorry this chapter took so long. I should have the next one up within a few days. Feedback is always appreciated.
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