Man in my dreams Part 1
Title: Man in my dreams
Author: clarawincest
Rating: Pg-13 for now (overall: NC-17)
Pairing: Eventual Sassy
Spoilers: Season 5, but seriously? Not really
Warnings: My bad english ,me writing, little swearing from Dean and I'll add some more later (First time I write a Sassy fic so please, no flame throwers! D: )
Word count: 1597
Summary: Castiel always feels like its his job to analyse the Winchesters, but when he searches deeper into Sam, something isn't right and everything goes downhill from here...
Chapter summary: First Analyse
NA: Please, I would love some comments to know if I should go on or not...Critic is good!
It is strange to think that the Winchesters aren’t what they truly are… Hunters. Most of the time, they are prey to our enemies. Sam for example is a remarkable man who supposes that lying to his brother will help him in any kind of way: Lying about his love life, lying about his blood…Lying for promises he made long ago. It makes him more vulnerable for these creatures. Me, I am watching from afar, listening to the tears of a broken man with shattered dreams. Pretending to be fine isn’t what I call a solution, never have been, but the Winchesters believe it must be the only solution in this time of War. Fighting both Heaven and Hell tires Sam in a way Dean could never imagine. These precautions taken for being, no trying, to be human makes me think of the Moon running away from the Sun. I am not telling Dean about the true beauty of Sam, it is not mine to tell. I am a Seeker of Truth, figuring every dances Sam is making to be as far from Dean as possible. Dean, of course, truly believes in his lies…I do not.
:::
CAS’ POV
The Cat’s mouse…I do not understand this reference, but maybe they are referring to the mouse being chased by the cat who probably have caught it where comes the name of this restaurant. Interesting. Lights are missing. Burned out, maybe? Humans of all age’s passes by, staring at me, talking behind my back. It is comical to see how many people think I am, how do they say? Crazy?, it is not important for now. I enter, searching for the brothers. I saw them by the windows, but I still watch this environment for possible ways to escape in case of an attack. It would be…unfortunate to be caught in such an establishment. Paintings of cats poorly draw on the walls are connected to paintings of mice with a trail of black paint imitating the paws of this predator. There are more tables then it should be and the food does not seem to be appetising, but the ‘’restaurant’’ is affordable for the brother’s wallets. To the contrary of their beliefs, I do understand the meaning of money on Earth, what I do not understand is why it is such of an importance to have in his possession many pieces of tainted papers? I walk to their table, they acknowledge me, I nod slightly my head in greetings, and I sit on the cushioned long chair and watch their meals disappearing slowly in their stomach. It became our…routine? I never would have thought that I would have a schedule on Earth. Dean eats his delicious usual cheeseburger with French fries while Sam eats greens with a dressing. They both have coloured beverages that I can not identify. Sam smiles softly at me while Dean asks if there is a problem with the Apocalypse and my answer is no. Why does he think that each time I appear there has to be a problem? Are we not friends? Friends enjoy each others company, no? Sam, for a change, asks for my well being. I am…pleasingly surprised.
-I am very well, Samuel…
-I told you to call me Sam, Cas…
I fold my hands in my lap.
-My apologies…
-Its okay…
A comfortable silence is installed between us until Dean asks again:
-What’s the panic?
I turned my head from Sam’s salad to answer:
-There is nothing…
-Whatever.
Five minutes after this semblance of conversation, Dean demanded that I move so that he could… ‘’Take a leek?’’ Sam chuckles:
-Not a leek, Cas, a leak. It means he has to go to the bathroom.
-I misunderstood…
I watch him taking a pill; I wonder what that pill contains? As if he could read my mind, he told me:
-Painkiller
A murderer for pain, how intriguing… I scrutinise him…another lie. Does he really believe that I can not see him? I eye the rests of Dean’s burger with envy. Yes, even Angels have emotions…even if it does not show. When Dean comes back from his journey to the bathroom, he pulls money out of his wallet and throws it on the table:
-Alright, Ladies, time to go!
I inspected my vessel, which is far from being female, and get up from the cushioned long chair. I followed them to the parking and I wait for Dean to unlock the doors of the Impala. I slid onto the backseat and waited…
:::
DEAN’S POV
Great, Cas is staring again. Geez, is there anytime where he doesn’t stare? Sam fell asleep and he’s drooling on my Baby! He is so going to wash her after that hunt… Anyway, I just don’t understand why Cas seems to stick to Sam like a lost puppy, no seriously! He keeps looking at him, analysing, sits in front of him, and walks by him and now, he stares at him in the rear view mirror. It’s kinda creepy…but what if Sammy has done something? AGAIN. Dammit, I’m way too tired for this shit. I park my baby at the Sexy Boot motel. It doesn’t look half bad. The sign looks like it’s going to explode, but hey, there’s a bed somewhere in there waiting for me. I took the stairs to the money black-hole and opened the door. There’s that tiny annoying bell announcing me when there’s a bouncy clerk saying Hello with a Texan accent and damn, the sign didn’t lie. She had one hell of a rack!
-Can I help you?
I put my charm on and give her my most hitting smile:
-I’d like to stay for the week…
She smiles right back and starts her work on her keyboard:
-What kind of room?
-Huh, what?
She giggles:
-The bed, I mean…
-Oh, sorry…Um, two queens?
She tipped forward and gave me the key for my room and a nice view of her cleavage.
-To pay now or after?
-Now, please.
- It’ll be 158, 90$
Crap, it costs more than I thought. I passed her one of my fake credit cards and she slid it before giving it back:
-Have a nice stay, Mr. Osbourne
-Thanks…I read her tag…Nelly
When I got out, Sam was grabbing our bags out of the trunk and he looked irritated. What happened? I join them downstairs, showing the key of our room:
-Come on, let’s get inside.
Once we got to our room, I found it was already unlocked…weird. I took a look at my surroundings and well, super! We have a western theme room. Cowboy hats painted on walls, picture of a horse, old style wooden table and bed frame, colors in shades of brown, black and grey and OH! Yellow gross looking lamp. I sighed; at least it had magic fingers. I searched my pockets for quarters and, of course, I had none. Re-sigh. I sat on the bed closer to the door while Sam threw our bags in a corner in a huff, calling dibs for shower. Wow, that’s going to be a fun night. I untied my boots, placing them by the end of the bed when I notice Cas sitting on Sam’s bed:
-Don’t you have anything better to do?
And damn, if I didn’t know Cas that long, I could’ve sworn he was hurt, but that can’t be true…angels don’t have feelings:
-Do you wish me gone?
-No! Its just…Whatever. Do what you want, if ya want to stay, then stay, but you’ll sleep on the couch….
-My body does not require any…
-Oh yeah, right…I cut him Watch some TV then…I dunno but just DO something, ok?
Twenty minutes later and we were both watching some bad tv shows until we agreed to watch the news.
:::
CAS’ POV
It has been 35 minutes and 48 seconds since Sam entered the bathroom. I mentioned it to Dean who did not react, only to tell me that he’s probably doing some ‘’business’’. I got up and knocked with the back of my hand.
-Sam, are you well?
-IM FINE! GO AWAY! Came the aggressive reply
Giving Sam some privacy like Dean taught me, I sat on Dean’s bed, trying to copy his position. Dean grinned, but did not bother to look at what I was doing.
-Sooooo…If you have nothing to do… Maybe you could help us on our next hunt?
I sigh. Is it not what I always do?
-I could... What is it about?
-Werewolves
-How many?
Dean turned off the black box they call television and shifted to reach for his bag.
-A small pack… Maybe 3 or 4, maybe less, I dunno.
He handed me the cuts he took from newspapers. I read them carefully, frowning at how described these papers were about the Dead.
- I believe that you may be right. Do you have a hypothesis as to where these creatures are?
Dean placed a map between us and pointed the emplacement of where the bodies have been found:
-We’re guessing that they’re hiding in these woods
It is at this moment Sam opened the door, droplets of water running down his body and a towel to hide himself from his brother’s gaze. The Heart of my vessel stopped for an instant, my eyes could not have been tore away from this body. Sam Winchester truly is beautiful.
-You’re going to help us, Cas?
I did not answer; I could not… not without my vessel betraying my inner control.
-I must go…
Then I fled.
Author: clarawincest
Rating: Pg-13 for now (overall: NC-17)
Pairing: Eventual Sassy
Spoilers: Season 5, but seriously? Not really
Warnings: My bad english ,me writing, little swearing from Dean and I'll add some more later (First time I write a Sassy fic so please, no flame throwers! D: )
Word count: 1597
Summary: Castiel always feels like its his job to analyse the Winchesters, but when he searches deeper into Sam, something isn't right and everything goes downhill from here...
Chapter summary: First Analyse
NA: Please, I would love some comments to know if I should go on or not...Critic is good!
It is strange to think that the Winchesters aren’t what they truly are… Hunters. Most of the time, they are prey to our enemies. Sam for example is a remarkable man who supposes that lying to his brother will help him in any kind of way: Lying about his love life, lying about his blood…Lying for promises he made long ago. It makes him more vulnerable for these creatures. Me, I am watching from afar, listening to the tears of a broken man with shattered dreams. Pretending to be fine isn’t what I call a solution, never have been, but the Winchesters believe it must be the only solution in this time of War. Fighting both Heaven and Hell tires Sam in a way Dean could never imagine. These precautions taken for being, no trying, to be human makes me think of the Moon running away from the Sun. I am not telling Dean about the true beauty of Sam, it is not mine to tell. I am a Seeker of Truth, figuring every dances Sam is making to be as far from Dean as possible. Dean, of course, truly believes in his lies…I do not.
:::
CAS’ POV
The Cat’s mouse…I do not understand this reference, but maybe they are referring to the mouse being chased by the cat who probably have caught it where comes the name of this restaurant. Interesting. Lights are missing. Burned out, maybe? Humans of all age’s passes by, staring at me, talking behind my back. It is comical to see how many people think I am, how do they say? Crazy?, it is not important for now. I enter, searching for the brothers. I saw them by the windows, but I still watch this environment for possible ways to escape in case of an attack. It would be…unfortunate to be caught in such an establishment. Paintings of cats poorly draw on the walls are connected to paintings of mice with a trail of black paint imitating the paws of this predator. There are more tables then it should be and the food does not seem to be appetising, but the ‘’restaurant’’ is affordable for the brother’s wallets. To the contrary of their beliefs, I do understand the meaning of money on Earth, what I do not understand is why it is such of an importance to have in his possession many pieces of tainted papers? I walk to their table, they acknowledge me, I nod slightly my head in greetings, and I sit on the cushioned long chair and watch their meals disappearing slowly in their stomach. It became our…routine? I never would have thought that I would have a schedule on Earth. Dean eats his delicious usual cheeseburger with French fries while Sam eats greens with a dressing. They both have coloured beverages that I can not identify. Sam smiles softly at me while Dean asks if there is a problem with the Apocalypse and my answer is no. Why does he think that each time I appear there has to be a problem? Are we not friends? Friends enjoy each others company, no? Sam, for a change, asks for my well being. I am…pleasingly surprised.
-I am very well, Samuel…
-I told you to call me Sam, Cas…
I fold my hands in my lap.
-My apologies…
-Its okay…
A comfortable silence is installed between us until Dean asks again:
-What’s the panic?
I turned my head from Sam’s salad to answer:
-There is nothing…
-Whatever.
Five minutes after this semblance of conversation, Dean demanded that I move so that he could… ‘’Take a leek?’’ Sam chuckles:
-Not a leek, Cas, a leak. It means he has to go to the bathroom.
-I misunderstood…
I watch him taking a pill; I wonder what that pill contains? As if he could read my mind, he told me:
-Painkiller
A murderer for pain, how intriguing… I scrutinise him…another lie. Does he really believe that I can not see him? I eye the rests of Dean’s burger with envy. Yes, even Angels have emotions…even if it does not show. When Dean comes back from his journey to the bathroom, he pulls money out of his wallet and throws it on the table:
-Alright, Ladies, time to go!
I inspected my vessel, which is far from being female, and get up from the cushioned long chair. I followed them to the parking and I wait for Dean to unlock the doors of the Impala. I slid onto the backseat and waited…
:::
DEAN’S POV
Great, Cas is staring again. Geez, is there anytime where he doesn’t stare? Sam fell asleep and he’s drooling on my Baby! He is so going to wash her after that hunt… Anyway, I just don’t understand why Cas seems to stick to Sam like a lost puppy, no seriously! He keeps looking at him, analysing, sits in front of him, and walks by him and now, he stares at him in the rear view mirror. It’s kinda creepy…but what if Sammy has done something? AGAIN. Dammit, I’m way too tired for this shit. I park my baby at the Sexy Boot motel. It doesn’t look half bad. The sign looks like it’s going to explode, but hey, there’s a bed somewhere in there waiting for me. I took the stairs to the money black-hole and opened the door. There’s that tiny annoying bell announcing me when there’s a bouncy clerk saying Hello with a Texan accent and damn, the sign didn’t lie. She had one hell of a rack!
-Can I help you?
I put my charm on and give her my most hitting smile:
-I’d like to stay for the week…
She smiles right back and starts her work on her keyboard:
-What kind of room?
-Huh, what?
She giggles:
-The bed, I mean…
-Oh, sorry…Um, two queens?
She tipped forward and gave me the key for my room and a nice view of her cleavage.
-To pay now or after?
-Now, please.
- It’ll be 158, 90$
Crap, it costs more than I thought. I passed her one of my fake credit cards and she slid it before giving it back:
-Have a nice stay, Mr. Osbourne
-Thanks…I read her tag…Nelly
When I got out, Sam was grabbing our bags out of the trunk and he looked irritated. What happened? I join them downstairs, showing the key of our room:
-Come on, let’s get inside.
Once we got to our room, I found it was already unlocked…weird. I took a look at my surroundings and well, super! We have a western theme room. Cowboy hats painted on walls, picture of a horse, old style wooden table and bed frame, colors in shades of brown, black and grey and OH! Yellow gross looking lamp. I sighed; at least it had magic fingers. I searched my pockets for quarters and, of course, I had none. Re-sigh. I sat on the bed closer to the door while Sam threw our bags in a corner in a huff, calling dibs for shower. Wow, that’s going to be a fun night. I untied my boots, placing them by the end of the bed when I notice Cas sitting on Sam’s bed:
-Don’t you have anything better to do?
And damn, if I didn’t know Cas that long, I could’ve sworn he was hurt, but that can’t be true…angels don’t have feelings:
-Do you wish me gone?
-No! Its just…Whatever. Do what you want, if ya want to stay, then stay, but you’ll sleep on the couch….
-My body does not require any…
-Oh yeah, right…I cut him Watch some TV then…I dunno but just DO something, ok?
Twenty minutes later and we were both watching some bad tv shows until we agreed to watch the news.
:::
CAS’ POV
It has been 35 minutes and 48 seconds since Sam entered the bathroom. I mentioned it to Dean who did not react, only to tell me that he’s probably doing some ‘’business’’. I got up and knocked with the back of my hand.
-Sam, are you well?
-IM FINE! GO AWAY! Came the aggressive reply
Giving Sam some privacy like Dean taught me, I sat on Dean’s bed, trying to copy his position. Dean grinned, but did not bother to look at what I was doing.
-Sooooo…If you have nothing to do… Maybe you could help us on our next hunt?
I sigh. Is it not what I always do?
-I could... What is it about?
-Werewolves
-How many?
Dean turned off the black box they call television and shifted to reach for his bag.
-A small pack… Maybe 3 or 4, maybe less, I dunno.
He handed me the cuts he took from newspapers. I read them carefully, frowning at how described these papers were about the Dead.
- I believe that you may be right. Do you have a hypothesis as to where these creatures are?
Dean placed a map between us and pointed the emplacement of where the bodies have been found:
-We’re guessing that they’re hiding in these woods
It is at this moment Sam opened the door, droplets of water running down his body and a towel to hide himself from his brother’s gaze. The Heart of my vessel stopped for an instant, my eyes could not have been tore away from this body. Sam Winchester truly is beautiful.
-You’re going to help us, Cas?
I did not answer; I could not… not without my vessel betraying my inner control.
-I must go…
Then I fled.