Compromising
Title: Compromising
Fandom/Original: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel if you wanna look at it that way. (I personally do.)
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Summary: Castiel arrives at a decision and, without another word, vanishes from Dean's sight, not the motel room. Castiel is able to stay close and Dean gets a sense of privacy at least.
Notes
Shit son, I wrote something! I bitched that I never get inspiration & voila!
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners.
"Yeah, well, I'm beat, Cas..."
Castiel shows no understanding at first, waiting for Dean to continue until he realizes it is a subtle cue that Dean would like to rest and for Castiel to leave. Castiel does not quite understand the point of this-when travelling with Sam, Dean does not wait for Sam to fall asleep before sleeping himself nor does it make sense to be far away when Dean could potentially need him-but Dean always admonishes him with complaints that it's "creepy and weird to hang around like that."
"Yes, we can talk more later," Castiel says with a slight nod. He hesitates for a moment and he considers taking up a chair in the motel room with a promise not to look in Dean's general direction while he slept if he could be permitted to stay. Dean begins pursing his lips. Castiel understands this to mean that Dean is growing impatient and having a hard time not sharing his mind. The longer Castiel lingers, the less control Dean will have. Castiel arrives at a decision and, without another word, vanishes from Dean's sight, not the motel room. Castiel is able to stay close and Dean gets a sense of privacy at least. Castiel's curiosity is piqued almost instantly, wondering what Dean will do. He stays still to simply observe.
There is a small pause as Dean seems to be searching for something. What that something just is, Castiel can't say and before he can take a guess, Dean seems to have found it and is pleased. He begins to relax, first with his posture loosening up and then with his gaze losing some of its earlier intensity and sternness. Castiel has seen this before on a rare occasion. Castiel tilts his head just a little, frowning in thought. This is another thing about his charge that Castiel does not fully understand. It seems foolish to Castiel that Dean stood straighter around his younger brother when it's obvious that Sam is both larger in mass and perhaps stronger. It seems even more foolish to Castiel that Dean stood straighter simply to make an emphasis of the obvious size difference between Dean and Castiel's vessel when Jimmy Novak's physique holds little sway to Castiel's actual power. It is another thing about Dean Winchester that Castiel catalogues away with the intent to understand someday.
Dean sits down on the edge of the bed, digging into his pocket for his cell phone, but he does not look at it. Instead, Dean simply holds it in his hand. Castiel can't tell if he's waiting for a phone call or wishes to make one. Regardless, Dean gives up on it and haphazardly tosses the phone on the nightstand before leaning down to untie his boots. Kicking them off, Dean simply lies down on the bed and stares up at the ceiling for a while, one hand under his head and the other resting on his stomach. Nothing happens for a time, but Castiel does not find it any less interesting because although he knows much about Dean, parts of Dean still escape his understanding and his knowledge. Castiel does not know many humans naturally, but he believes that Dean Winchester is an exceptional human and worth more than merely restoring or even studying remotely. Castiel takes the time to pay attention to Dean's odd fascination with the doctor with many sexual liaisons on television to the placement of each freckle that dusts his cheekbones. Dean lying on his back, staring up at a motel room ceiling in silence is simply yet another important piecemeal to the whole.
Dean's eyes close after a while in almost perfect succession of a hard swallow and it is then that Castiel discovers a quality about Dean that he had seen before, yet never recognized. Dean is an architect. He spends energy and time in building walls in his head. He separates this from that, seals in the things he does not wish to think about in rooms with no doors. It is a perfect, but costly design. Dean is unable to maintain it when all he has is a white ceiling to look at in total silence. He needs something else to focus on to keep the things in sealed rooms hidden away. Otherwise, they find means of escape and destroy his organization. It seems even stranger now to Castiel that Dean would wish to be alone, but only for a moment. Castiel understands that sometimes Dean curls into his anger, guilt, and confusion. Those emotions are a powerful driving force and the source of Dean's strength regardless of how they also serve to wear him down, even breaking him once. Castiel averts his eyes to the floor. He should not have lingered.
Fandom/Original: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel if you wanna look at it that way. (I personally do.)
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Summary: Castiel arrives at a decision and, without another word, vanishes from Dean's sight, not the motel room. Castiel is able to stay close and Dean gets a sense of privacy at least.
Notes
Shit son, I wrote something! I bitched that I never get inspiration & voila!
Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the words used here and the idea behind it. Characters belong to their respective owners.
"Yeah, well, I'm beat, Cas..."
Castiel shows no understanding at first, waiting for Dean to continue until he realizes it is a subtle cue that Dean would like to rest and for Castiel to leave. Castiel does not quite understand the point of this-when travelling with Sam, Dean does not wait for Sam to fall asleep before sleeping himself nor does it make sense to be far away when Dean could potentially need him-but Dean always admonishes him with complaints that it's "creepy and weird to hang around like that."
"Yes, we can talk more later," Castiel says with a slight nod. He hesitates for a moment and he considers taking up a chair in the motel room with a promise not to look in Dean's general direction while he slept if he could be permitted to stay. Dean begins pursing his lips. Castiel understands this to mean that Dean is growing impatient and having a hard time not sharing his mind. The longer Castiel lingers, the less control Dean will have. Castiel arrives at a decision and, without another word, vanishes from Dean's sight, not the motel room. Castiel is able to stay close and Dean gets a sense of privacy at least. Castiel's curiosity is piqued almost instantly, wondering what Dean will do. He stays still to simply observe.
There is a small pause as Dean seems to be searching for something. What that something just is, Castiel can't say and before he can take a guess, Dean seems to have found it and is pleased. He begins to relax, first with his posture loosening up and then with his gaze losing some of its earlier intensity and sternness. Castiel has seen this before on a rare occasion. Castiel tilts his head just a little, frowning in thought. This is another thing about his charge that Castiel does not fully understand. It seems foolish to Castiel that Dean stood straighter around his younger brother when it's obvious that Sam is both larger in mass and perhaps stronger. It seems even more foolish to Castiel that Dean stood straighter simply to make an emphasis of the obvious size difference between Dean and Castiel's vessel when Jimmy Novak's physique holds little sway to Castiel's actual power. It is another thing about Dean Winchester that Castiel catalogues away with the intent to understand someday.
Dean sits down on the edge of the bed, digging into his pocket for his cell phone, but he does not look at it. Instead, Dean simply holds it in his hand. Castiel can't tell if he's waiting for a phone call or wishes to make one. Regardless, Dean gives up on it and haphazardly tosses the phone on the nightstand before leaning down to untie his boots. Kicking them off, Dean simply lies down on the bed and stares up at the ceiling for a while, one hand under his head and the other resting on his stomach. Nothing happens for a time, but Castiel does not find it any less interesting because although he knows much about Dean, parts of Dean still escape his understanding and his knowledge. Castiel does not know many humans naturally, but he believes that Dean Winchester is an exceptional human and worth more than merely restoring or even studying remotely. Castiel takes the time to pay attention to Dean's odd fascination with the doctor with many sexual liaisons on television to the placement of each freckle that dusts his cheekbones. Dean lying on his back, staring up at a motel room ceiling in silence is simply yet another important piecemeal to the whole.
Dean's eyes close after a while in almost perfect succession of a hard swallow and it is then that Castiel discovers a quality about Dean that he had seen before, yet never recognized. Dean is an architect. He spends energy and time in building walls in his head. He separates this from that, seals in the things he does not wish to think about in rooms with no doors. It is a perfect, but costly design. Dean is unable to maintain it when all he has is a white ceiling to look at in total silence. He needs something else to focus on to keep the things in sealed rooms hidden away. Otherwise, they find means of escape and destroy his organization. It seems even stranger now to Castiel that Dean would wish to be alone, but only for a moment. Castiel understands that sometimes Dean curls into his anger, guilt, and confusion. Those emotions are a powerful driving force and the source of Dean's strength regardless of how they also serve to wear him down, even breaking him once. Castiel averts his eyes to the floor. He should not have lingered.