Heaven's on fire
Title: "Against the Tide"
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 534
Disclaimer: I own nothing SPN wise
Warnings: Mild angst, friendship and h/c because that's how I roll
Notes: Set directly after Season 5, episode 4: "The End" because I can't get that or the Croatoan virus verse out of my head.
Title of this fic comes from The Radio Dept song of the same name.
Summary: Dean deals with what he witnessed in 2014 before he meets up with Sam.
On long nights like this Dean can't admit he doesn't want to be alone...
IDEK guys. This idea came to me before I fell asleep last night.
It's just a little stupid drabble really.
Because we are young
And things are wrong
We'll lose the chains
We'll make things right
Before the sun goes down on us
And out of sight
We'll lose the chains
Cause you and I
We move against the tide
Against the Tide
Headlights fade and disappear into the washed out night.
Dean grips Castiel a little tighter to him and smells the familiar scents of an otherworldly place that has no name on his skin.
When he grips him tight on that road it’s to remind him of what he still has.
He holds what he has but can’t forget what he'll lose.
___
They agree to meet the next morning. Dean wanted to argue but Sam’s voice was rough with sleep like he had been on the move. Like he was trying to forget. Dean can’t help but fight back the panic that morning would be too late.
Present.
Now.
Here.
The pulsing in his head is the memories of that impossible future. The urgency of now presses in all around him like the very walls are closing in on him.
He needs to see Sam now.
Dean knows he won't be getting any sleep. Maybe never again.
When Cas shows up at his motel door suddenly shy about popping in unannounced, looking everywhere but Dean’s face with words of being “in the area” and “wanting to tell Dean something urgent about a possible sighting of a witch” Dean knows it’s just an excuse to check in on him.
Dean’s too tired to do anything but usher Castiel inside, put a beer in his hand and sit down on the bed.
Dean rests back against the headboard, eyes glued to the MASH rerun on the old TV. Dean feels the bed dip lower and feels a presence beside him.
They don't speak but Dean doesn't need words. The presence near him is all he needs. Perhaps Cas is reading his mind and knows all this but again Dean is too tired to care.
Dean's on what he thinks is his third beer when he turns his head hoping the angel is still there.
The room is dark save for the glare from the TV. Castiel turns to his direction his eyes steady and sure like a calm sea not the careless bloodshot eyes of his future self.
"When I was there..." the words die on Dean's tongue. He blames the alcohol but he knows deep down it's much more than that.
Cas, ever the patience one, doesn't rush him. He sits silently, his gaze set on Dean, his eyes like a non wavering beacon in the darkness.
Dean meets his gaze and tries again.
"You looked at me like I still mattered," Dean doesn't know what he's saying anymore, the beer and the visions that flash before his eyes jumble up his words.
"There's never a time that I wouldn't," Cas' response is immediate, steadfast and sure always so sure. Dean is the first to look away, a new warmth in his belly and something stings at the corners of his eyes.
If Dean leans into Castiel’s personal space until their thighs and shoulders brush then it's only because he's relieved that this Castiel is still alive and well and is still an angel.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Dean's not sure who spoke them out loud but the words are a solid weight on his heart just like the angel next to him.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 534
Disclaimer: I own nothing SPN wise
Warnings: Mild angst, friendship and h/c because that's how I roll
Notes: Set directly after Season 5, episode 4: "The End" because I can't get that or the Croatoan virus verse out of my head.
Title of this fic comes from The Radio Dept song of the same name.
Summary: Dean deals with what he witnessed in 2014 before he meets up with Sam.
On long nights like this Dean can't admit he doesn't want to be alone...
IDEK guys. This idea came to me before I fell asleep last night.
It's just a little stupid drabble really.
Because we are young
And things are wrong
We'll lose the chains
We'll make things right
Before the sun goes down on us
And out of sight
We'll lose the chains
Cause you and I
We move against the tide
Against the Tide
Headlights fade and disappear into the washed out night.
Dean grips Castiel a little tighter to him and smells the familiar scents of an otherworldly place that has no name on his skin.
When he grips him tight on that road it’s to remind him of what he still has.
He holds what he has but can’t forget what he'll lose.
___
They agree to meet the next morning. Dean wanted to argue but Sam’s voice was rough with sleep like he had been on the move. Like he was trying to forget. Dean can’t help but fight back the panic that morning would be too late.
Present.
Now.
Here.
The pulsing in his head is the memories of that impossible future. The urgency of now presses in all around him like the very walls are closing in on him.
He needs to see Sam now.
Dean knows he won't be getting any sleep. Maybe never again.
When Cas shows up at his motel door suddenly shy about popping in unannounced, looking everywhere but Dean’s face with words of being “in the area” and “wanting to tell Dean something urgent about a possible sighting of a witch” Dean knows it’s just an excuse to check in on him.
Dean’s too tired to do anything but usher Castiel inside, put a beer in his hand and sit down on the bed.
Dean rests back against the headboard, eyes glued to the MASH rerun on the old TV. Dean feels the bed dip lower and feels a presence beside him.
They don't speak but Dean doesn't need words. The presence near him is all he needs. Perhaps Cas is reading his mind and knows all this but again Dean is too tired to care.
Dean's on what he thinks is his third beer when he turns his head hoping the angel is still there.
The room is dark save for the glare from the TV. Castiel turns to his direction his eyes steady and sure like a calm sea not the careless bloodshot eyes of his future self.
"When I was there..." the words die on Dean's tongue. He blames the alcohol but he knows deep down it's much more than that.
Cas, ever the patience one, doesn't rush him. He sits silently, his gaze set on Dean, his eyes like a non wavering beacon in the darkness.
Dean meets his gaze and tries again.
"You looked at me like I still mattered," Dean doesn't know what he's saying anymore, the beer and the visions that flash before his eyes jumble up his words.
"There's never a time that I wouldn't," Cas' response is immediate, steadfast and sure always so sure. Dean is the first to look away, a new warmth in his belly and something stings at the corners of his eyes.
If Dean leans into Castiel’s personal space until their thighs and shoulders brush then it's only because he's relieved that this Castiel is still alive and well and is still an angel.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Dean's not sure who spoke them out loud but the words are a solid weight on his heart just like the angel next to him.