Fic: Nothing Alike
Title: Nothing Alike Chapter 5/?
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 Five ~*~
Sussing Things Out
Dean was torn between calling Castiel a bastard for taking over Jimmy’s body again and giving him a manly, totally heterosexual hug.
Amelia wasn’t torn. Flinging herself across the room she pounded on Castiel’s chest, “Give him back, give him back.”
Castiel stood still, allowing Amelia to hit him with no resistance.
Dean just stood there watching Castiel like a hawk afraid of letting its prey out of its sight. When Castiel had left, Dean did what he always did when faced with loss, he lashed out. Part of him had been afraid that Castiel would take him at his word and never come back, even though he’d said that Dean had just been just that Cas had left him for a bunch of assholes who’d done everything in their power to stop Cas from doing the right thing. Those dicks with wings didn’t give a rat’s ass about Castiel and didn’t deserve to be called his brothers. That Cas had left him for those douches stung and so when Castiel had been saying goodbye Dean had told him not to come back.
Castiel didn’t know what to do. Amelia was hitting him, of course she was hurting him in the slightest, but he was worried that she could hurt herself. Dean had once told him that hitting him was like hitting a brick wall. Castiel looked over at Dean helplessly. Sure he could stop her but he didn’t know if he could manage that without damaging her.
Dean finally shook himself out of his stupor at Castiel’s pleading gaze. As gently as possible he extracted Amelia from Castiel. “Amelia it’ll be okay. Just give Cas a second to explain.”
Amelia buried her face in Dean’s chest, “I can’t lose him again.”
Dean patted her back awkwardly. “What gives Cas?” Dean said while nodding in his direction, “I thought you gave Jimmy his body back for keeps?”
Cas looked down at himself, almost like he’d forgotten he was wearing Jimmy.
“This is not the body of James Novak,” Castiel stated calmly.
“Sure as hell looks like it!” Dean shot back.
“That is because this body was fashioned in his image.”
“You freaking cloned him?” Dean asked incredulously. “Why didn’t you just do that in the first place?!?”
“I could not create a vessel before.”
“So why now? Did your shiny new wings come with an owner’s manual?”
Dean could tell he was beginning to get on Cas’ nerves. He couldn’t say why he did it exactly, it was like some primal irrepressible urge goaded him to do everything he could to make Castiel show emotion.
“If you must know, Gabriel fashioned it for me,” Castiel stated stiffly.
Dean could swear that the air was filled with electric power coming off Cas in waves; Dean’s blood hummed with it.
Wait. Gabriel?!?
“Gabriel? As in your brother the archangel? That Lucifer killed?”
“Yes. Apparently God saw fit to return and bring back the angels that did not actively try to bring about the apocalypse.”
“So where was your deadbeat dad while we went through all this shit?”
Castiel glared at Dean’s irreverence, “I do not know. He did not appear to me.”
“After all that shit we went through he didn’t even have the decency to thank you?”
“Figures,” Dean grumbled when Castiel remained silent.
Dean finally noticed that Amelia had fallen silent. Somehow she’d gotten across the room without him noticing. She appeared to be frantically praying.
“Don’t worry. God won’t do shit…much as I’d like him to so I can give him a piece of my mind.”
Dean noticed that Amelia’s hands appeared to be bruised and swollen. “Cas,” Dean nodded his head in Amelia’s direction.
Castiel appeared directly in front of her. Ignoring Dean’s ‘lazy bastard’ remark he gently touched her hands, healing them instantly.
“That really isn’t James?” Amelia asked quietly, scared she might have heard wrong.
“That is correct. James Novak is still at work.”
“Not that I’m not glad to see you and all Cas, but what’re you doing here?”
“Jimmy prayed asking for my help and since you told me not to ‘pop in in front of civilians’ I thought it would be better to wait here.” Castiel’s voice dropped, “I know you said that you did not want to see me again if I left. I could wait elsewhere if you wish.”
Dean sprang across the room to latch onto Castiel’s wrist, “Don’t,” Dean choked out. I want you to stay. I’m sorry. I’m a jerk. I missed you. All this went unsaid but as Castiel met Dean’s eyes everything that went unsaid was silently communicated and everything else faded away.
That is until Amelia cleared her throat, “So did James say why he needed your help?”
Not breaking eye contact with Dean, Castiel answered, “He did not specify other than to say it is important.”
“He’s having se-” Amelia noticed Dean’s horrified look and paused, “sorry…having nightmares as a result of being your vessel.”
“Is it possible, Cas?” Dean asked dubiously, “could Jimmy be having…nightmares from memories or feelings leftover from when he was your vessel?”
“There is no precedence. However, there is also little precedence for vessels returning to their former lives.”
“What do you mean?” Amelia interjected, clearly confused.
“Angels do not take vessels often. When the need arises there are many circumstances that are detrimental to the vessel. If an angel dies, the vessel dies. More powerful angels like Rafael leave their vessels…in a less than satisfactory state. Most other vessels are needed for so long that by the time they have fulfilled their purpose their families have passed.”
Amelia visibly shook, realizing just how lucky she was to have her husband back. She surprised both of them when she hugged Castiel, “Thank you for giving him back to me.”
Dean laughed at Castiel’s surprisingly visible discomfort.
“Hey, I’m back. They cancelled the mee-”
All eyes swung to the front door where Jimmy was standing, jaw-dropped in shock.
“Wha- How…Castiel?”
“Yeah, it’s him,” Dean answered.
“You look like me,” Jimmy stated in shock. His eyes sought out Amelia’s, “He does look like me…right?”
“I do apologize for not asking your permission first,” Castiel spoke before Amelia could answer. “I had this vessel fashioned in your image.”
“You had me cloned!?!”
“If you would prefer, I could have Gabriel make another vessel that does not resemble you. I have just become accustomed to this form and I was concerned that Dean might not accept me in another form.”
“That’s ridiculous Cas,” Dean smiled warmly. “I know that you look nothing like your vessel, besides I’m pretty sure that I’d recognize you anywhere. I knew who you were the instant I saw you. You and Jimmy are nothing alike.”
Castiel smiled back at Dean. While Dean hadn’t said the words, Castiel knew that he had forgiven him for leaving. They stood still, quietly staring into the others’ eyes.
Jimmy laughed nervously, “I guess that I really don’t mind since this means you’ll never need me or my daughter again.”
“James,” Amelia’s voice dripped with annoyance.
“What’d I do?” Jimmy knew he was in the doghouse for something but he had no clue what.
“Never mind,” Amelia sighed. “Let’s go meet Claire at the bus.”
Amelia grabbed onto Jimmy’s arm and headed for the door, “Dean, will you take the roast out when the buzzer goes off?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks. We’ll be back in a few minutes. Why don’t you and ‘Cas’ catch up.” Amelia practically drug Jimmy out the door behind her, leaving Dean and Castiel alone.
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