Fic: Nothing Alike
Title: Nothing Alike Chapter 7/?
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 Seven ~*~
Amelia smiled across the table at Dean and Castiel. They had drifted together naturally when they’d gone to sit down to dinner. Amelia had insisted that they both eat with them. She’d watched closely as Dean had wordlessly convinced Castiel to stay; and let’s face it - Dean never said no to good food.
She wondered why Dean had never asked Castiel to stay before. He had obviously been upset about Castiel leaving and she knew from what Dean’d said that Castiel had told him he was leaving. Had Dean not known that Castiel would have stayed?
It was weird; watching this man who was not her husband, wearing a body that was physically identical to his and yet, somehow, completely different. Watching him now, she was surprised she hadn’t seen it as quickly as Dean had.
She ate distractedly as she observed Dean encouraging Castiel to try the roast. There was a brief, mostly silent argument where Castiel didn’t want to eat beef - something about famine, and never again - but when Dean held a bite up to Castiel’s mouth he caved in and obligingly opened his mouth.
She watched as Dean’s face lit up with pleasure and self-satisfaction as Castiel took the fork from him and awkwardly began to eat more.
Amelia tried to follow the conversation James was having with Claire, but she found it next to impossible to draw her attention away from the two across from her.
Dean ate with a gusto she hadn’t seen since Jimmy’s first meal since coming back. Castiel ate tentatively at first, but within minutes he seemed to be enjoying the meal almost as much as Dean…and yet, even though both were apparently really enjoying her cooking, both kept glancing at the other surreptitiously.
When the conversation lagged (she guessed her husband and daughter had finished recounting highlights of their days), Amelia asked, “So ‘Cas,’” she began by tentatively trying out the new nickname, “what made you choose this form? Not that I mind,” she added quickly, “I’m just curious. Couldn’t you have chosen to have any type of body fashioned for you.”
Amelia didn’t miss Dean’s look of surprise at the question. She guessed that he just probably hadn’t considered the possibility of Castiel looking like someone else even with the brief period of time her daughter had lent him her body…thank heaven I never have to worry about that ever again.
“That is correct,” Castiel looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing, “in fact Gabriel suggested an altogether different form, but I have grown accustomed to this body and despite what Gabriel said, I thought Dean might be uncomfortable seeing me in another form.”
“What did he suggest?” Amelia asked with genuine interest.
“He thought that I should take the form of a well-endowed woman of Asian descent. He said Dean would appreciate it.”
At this, Dean choked on the food he’d been chewing. He was gasping for breath so violently that Amelia was about to rush around the table to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him when Castiel reached out to gently place his hand on Dean’s arm, instantly allowing Dean to breathe.
“Was he correct?” Castiel asked worriedly. “I had thought that perhaps I should consult you before making a decision; however I was hesitant because we parted on less than amiable terms.”
Dean faked coughing into his hand to buy some time. He would love to kill Gabriel right now…maybe Cas would lend him his sword.
Deciding to completely ignore Gabriel’s suggestion, Dean cleared his throat one final time and said, “If you’d asked me I would have told you to choose whatever form you’d prefer. I told you I’d know you anywhere Cas.”
Amelia held back a squeal of delight. She knew it! There was something there. Dean had been all awkward and embarrassed but clearly was trying to be all sweet and caring. Castiel seemed honestly worried that he should have chosen a different body to make Dean happy. It was so romantic. She had to find a way to help them figure out exactly how much they mean to eachother. She figured Castiel would be fairly easy to convince; after all, he was the reason her husband was having wet dreams about Dean. Dean, however, she expected to prove to be much more challenging. She barely knew him and yet she knew that he was self-sacrificing to a fault and believed that he felt he didn’t deserve love from others.
Amelia thought all this as she watched; and schemed as she further observed them through the rest of the meal.
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AN: I know it's short but I've decided it seemed to pause nicely here and I wanted to keep updating more often. Please review.