Supernatural; Therapy [4/9]
Title: Therapy
Author: morelenmir
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam, Bobby; implied Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 313
Summary: Castiel realizes his Purgatory Powershake isn't what it's supposed be and events happen differently.
Spoilers: The Man Who Knew Too Much
Author notes: "Therapy" is the result of asking for fic prompts solely to help me deal with the S6 Supernatural finale by writing happy things. Well, they're mostly happy. I can't entirely stop angst from appearing, gah.
Prompt: baba-o-riley: "Dean/Cas hug (because they need one)." Balthazar's role isn't my idea, but knicked from tasabian.
Twisting a Tale
The air snaps sharply when Balthazar disappears, the power coursing through him causing a strange ripple in the place where he'd been standing. Bobby and the Winchesters blink at his abrupt exit, Castiel still propped against the stairs and as shocked as Dean's ever seen him, face pale under unkempt dark hair.
"So…" Sam says hesitatingly, "Balthazar is God now?"
"Looks that way." Bobby takes his ball cap off blankly, studies its brim. "Didn't see that coming."
"Yeah, neither did Cas," Dean mumbles, the surprise making his voice soft. He glances at the angel and his eyes widen. "Cas? Hey, you okay?"
Concerned, he moves quickly to Castiel's side and eventually Castiel looks away from where Balthazar had proclaimed his newfound godhood minutes earlier. "He opened Purgatory." His rough voice is grave and words ponderous.
"Yeah."
"He took my place."
"Don't beat yourself over it." Dean leans in, shoves Castiel gently with his side. "You would've been too serious." Castiel's eyes dart to him, probing and mildly confused. Dean chuckles. "This God is cool with the debauching. I'm not gonna argue with that."
Bobby and Sam snort in unison and Castiel appears to be wrestling between glaring at Dean or simply staring at him. Dean grins at him until a faint ease steals over his face.
"It will certainly be different."
Dean reaches out, wraps his right arm around Castiel's shoulders and pulls him up and in, snugged firm against his jacket. "We won dude. We're okay." The relief in his voice matches the expression on every person's face. Castiel half-turns toward Dean to sidle his left arm around his torso, mirroring the tightness of Dean's hold, and if it looks like they are holding each other up Bobby and Sam don't say.
"We're safe," he agrees quietly, and a little smile steals onto the face of the hunter at the angel's side.
Author: morelenmir
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Balthazar, Dean, Sam, Bobby; implied Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 313
Summary: Castiel realizes his Purgatory Powershake isn't what it's supposed be and events happen differently.
Spoilers: The Man Who Knew Too Much
Author notes: "Therapy" is the result of asking for fic prompts solely to help me deal with the S6 Supernatural finale by writing happy things. Well, they're mostly happy. I can't entirely stop angst from appearing, gah.
Prompt: baba-o-riley: "Dean/Cas hug (because they need one)." Balthazar's role isn't my idea, but knicked from tasabian.
Twisting a Tale
The air snaps sharply when Balthazar disappears, the power coursing through him causing a strange ripple in the place where he'd been standing. Bobby and the Winchesters blink at his abrupt exit, Castiel still propped against the stairs and as shocked as Dean's ever seen him, face pale under unkempt dark hair.
"So…" Sam says hesitatingly, "Balthazar is God now?"
"Looks that way." Bobby takes his ball cap off blankly, studies its brim. "Didn't see that coming."
"Yeah, neither did Cas," Dean mumbles, the surprise making his voice soft. He glances at the angel and his eyes widen. "Cas? Hey, you okay?"
Concerned, he moves quickly to Castiel's side and eventually Castiel looks away from where Balthazar had proclaimed his newfound godhood minutes earlier. "He opened Purgatory." His rough voice is grave and words ponderous.
"Yeah."
"He took my place."
"Don't beat yourself over it." Dean leans in, shoves Castiel gently with his side. "You would've been too serious." Castiel's eyes dart to him, probing and mildly confused. Dean chuckles. "This God is cool with the debauching. I'm not gonna argue with that."
Bobby and Sam snort in unison and Castiel appears to be wrestling between glaring at Dean or simply staring at him. Dean grins at him until a faint ease steals over his face.
"It will certainly be different."
Dean reaches out, wraps his right arm around Castiel's shoulders and pulls him up and in, snugged firm against his jacket. "We won dude. We're okay." The relief in his voice matches the expression on every person's face. Castiel half-turns toward Dean to sidle his left arm around his torso, mirroring the tightness of Dean's hold, and if it looks like they are holding each other up Bobby and Sam don't say.
"We're safe," he agrees quietly, and a little smile steals onto the face of the hunter at the angel's side.