After the End - 2/2
Title: After the End - 1/2
Author: villainxatxhert
Rating: pg-13
Genre and/or Pairing: angst, romance Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: 4.22 (all of season 4 really)
Warnings: Slash and some swearing
Word Count: 2,873
Summary: This is what happens after the End begins and heroes need a little bit of divine intervention
The second Bobby heard knocking on his door at 4 o’clock in the morning he knew there was going to be trouble. What he hadn’t been expecting was a friggin’ battered and bloody angel with some little dust covered guy.
“What’d they do now? And what the Hell are you doin’ here?”
The little guy looked almost sheepish for a second before he turned to look up at Castiel. The angel simply sighed and looked Bobby in the eye. And if that wasn’t more then just a little bit creepy.
“I apologize for imposing on you Robert,” Castiel said, and Bobby was about to tell him that the last person that had called him Robert had gotten a boot up their ass when the angel continued. “But this is a matter of importance and we have nowhere else to go.”
The pure, untarnished hopelessness in the angel’s tone awakened a sense of foreboding that Bobby had felt in a helluva long time, and the fact that it was a friggin’ angel sayin’ it did things to his heart that he was not completely okay with. “Well, c’mon in. Just one thing first, just to be sure.”
Castiel seemed to understand as Bobby reached around behind him to grab a flask of holy water and sprinkle them both before allowing them inside. The smaller man still seemed to be in some form of shock as Bobby watched the pair move to stand by the table, it was then that he got a glimpse of the angel’s back. “What the Hell happened to you?”
The little man, he really needed to find out a name, jumped and Castiel turned glossy eyes on Bobby. “I faced down Heaven’s army to allow Dean time to confront his brother.”
Bobby reeled and his eyebrows rose under the brim of his hat. So now Dean was confronting Sam and convincing an angel to fight Heaven for him? Just what the Hell had he missed since Dean had popped out on him? “I think you need to tell me just what’s been goin’ on since I last saw Dean.”
Castiel looked down and the man beside him sank into one of the kitchen chairs. “Great, this is going to be a long story.”
*
Bobby leaned back in his chair looking out the living room where an angel was currently conked out on his couch. After an hour or so of recanting the whole evening Castiel had passed out, fighting an army led by an archangel apparently takes a lot outta you.
“You think Dean and Sam will come here?” Chuck asked quietly. Bobby had finally found out the kid’s name and decided he liked the prophet.
“Can’t think of anywhere else they’d go, Hell’s comin’ to Earth. Not really many places open.” He knew he was being sarcastic and a little snippy but Bobby felt he had the right. The goddamn apocalypse was here.
Chuck let out a snort that could have been laughter as he looked over at Castiel. The two of them had gotten the angel out of his trench and suit coat and somehow managed to remove the tie and shoes while they were at it. He looked so small and human now, and Bobby felt the sudden protectiveness he got with the Winchester boys sweep over him. From what he’d heard the guy had given up everything to help them, that got you into the Singer Good Graces pretty fast.
“Still can’t really believe it ya know? The apocalypse. Thought there’d be more fire and frogs raining from the sky.”
This time it was Bobby’s turn to laugh. And wasn’t that just sort of twisted; laughing in the face of Armageddon. “Don’t get your hopes up just yet. I’m sure they’ll be plenty a that stuff when the time comes.” Secretly he hoped that they could somehow still make things right, and he sent up a prayer that the real Big Man Upstairs was still rooting for them.
*
Dean and Sam all but crawled out of the Impala when they reached Bobby’s, and the sight of another car in font of the house got Dean’s nerves going all jumpy. Giving Sam a look Dean knocked on the door, eyes widening when Chuck answered it.
“Chuck? What are you-? Where’s Cas?”
Chuck smiled nervously and stepped back from the door. “We were wondering when-,”
“’Bout time you two idjits showed up!”
Dean tensed as he was wrapped in a hug that slightly lifted him off his feet and drove the air from his lungs. Sam smiled wearily at him from his place leaning back against the door and Dean let the simple fact that everyone was there wash over him. “Hey Bobby, can’t breathe. Go hug Sam.” A punch landed on his shoulder as he was set down and he rubbed the sore spot in an attempt to ease the hurt. “What was that for?”
“For poppin’ outta here and not tellin’ me what was goin’ on,” Bobby answered. “I was worried sick!”
Dean smiled. “Kinda hard to explain things when an angel pops you outta somewhere.” He turned towards Chuck suddenly as Bobby moved on to hug Sam. “Is Cas here? What happened after I left? Is he-?”
“I’m here Dean.”
Brushing past Chuck and into the living room Dean stopped short of where Castiel was sitting up on the couch. A bloody trench coat was draped over the arm and Dean felt guilt eat at his stomach. “God Cas, are you okay? I didn’t even-,”
“I’m alright Dean,” Castiel interrupted. “There are worse ways things could have happened.”
“But the blood- And you said nothing could beat an archangel. What happened?”
Castiel looked down at his own hands in his lap. “I am not without injury, but I am capable of handling myself.”
“What happened?” Dean asked again. If he had to strip the angel and look over every inch for injury he would.
“They took his wings.”
Dean whirled to stare wide eyed at Chuck as the prophet avoided meeting his eyes.
“They took his wings and almost all of his Grace, but I think they were a little preoccupied with Lucifer rising and everything to do a complete job. He told me about them missing some of his Grace so he’s still technically an angel.”
Dean looked back at where Cas still sat looking at his hands and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He reached down and pulled the angel into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around him as if he might disappear all together. “I’m sorry Cas. God this is all my fault and I’m so sorry.”
Castiel tensed for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist. “I made my choice Dean,” he said softly, turning his face into the hunter’s neck. “And I’d do it over again if I had to. You are worth it.”
Dean choked on a sob, the whole day seeming to crash down on him at once as he held the angel in his arms.
“What part did they miss?” Sam asked. He was now leaning against Bobby instead of the door, but he still looked about ready to fall over. “His Grace, what part did they miss?”
Castiel stepped back in Dean’s arms and placed a hand on the elder Winchester’s chest. “They missed what I gave you.”
“What you gave me?” Dean asked. “When did you-?”
When I pulled you from Hell you needed to be mended, so I infused you with some of my Grace to put you back together. Another action I do not regret.”
“Cas I-I don’t-,” Dean swayed on his feet and Castiel’s hands tightened on his hips.
“I think we all need a bit of rest before we decide what to do.” Bobby suggested. “Everybody looks like they’re gonna fall down.”
“Good idea,” Sam answered. And if Dean didn’t let go of Castiel all the way up the stairs no one said anything.
*
Dean woke to laughter and a cold spot at his side. Throwing out an arm he was met with empty space and slowly pushed himself onto an elbow. Castiel was gone and Dean had to stop himself from immediately feeling anxiety over that fact. He’d just got the angel back, broken but alive, and he planned on keeping it that way.
Rolling out of bed Dean pulled on a dark green button down that Bobby had probably left out before yawning and running a hand through his hair as he headed for the door. At the top of the stairs he simply listened for a moment to what was going on below, and the laughter he heard he identified as Bobby’s. Weird that there was laughter the day after the apocalypse.
Entering the kitchen Dean found Bobby at the stove with Chuck at his side and Sam and Cas sitting at the table. Dean had to double take when he caught sight of the angel in jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt, it looked like Sam’s since the sleeves were pushed up and it seemed to hang of the smaller man. As Dean reached the last step Cas looked up from his coffee mug and a small smile twitched across the angel’s face.
“Good morning, Dean”
Everyone else turned to look at Dean and he felt himself pinned down by four separate smiles.
“’Bout time you got up boy,” Bobby said. “It’s already after ten.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Only you would consider ten to be getting up late,” he said, taking the chair next to Cas and nudging the angel with his elbow. He still needed reaffirmation that the Castiel was really alive and well.
Castiel smiled into his coffee mug and Bobby brought over plate of eggs while Chuck set down bacon.
“Armageddon breakfast special,” Dean said, reaching for the food when the atmosphere at the table seemed to still. Sam looked away and Dean felt guilt starting to crawl around in his stomach again. “Look Sammy, I-,”
“Later Dean, please?’ Sam asked. “We’ll hash this out and you can collect on that beat down, but just for now can we let it go?”
The pleading tone in his brother’s voice went straight to Dean’s heart and he heard himself agree without really thinking about it. Damn Sammy and his puppy face and trembling voice. “Alright Sam, but I am going to collect, you can bet on that.”
Castiel nudged Dean’s elbows and Sam looked up at him and smiled, and for that moment everything was okay.
*
Bobby walked out onto the porch to find Chuck on the railing and Castiel cross legged on the top step. Dust swirled around the yard from where Dean was currently flat on his ass with Sam circling around him. “What are they up to now?” He asked, annoyance clear in his tone.
Chuck cleared his throat and looked pointedly in the other direction of the fighting brothers, leaving Castiel to answer the question. The angel didn’t even look back at Bobby when he spoke, “Dean is collecting on his ‘beat down’, but it doesn’t seem as if he’s doing very well.”
That was an understatement. Bobby could tell that Dean was going easy on Sam, but what was hoped to be gained from this mutual ass-kicking he could only speculate. “Idjits,” he muttered. “Both of ‘em.”
Dean had climbed to his feet and tackled Sam to the ground, landing one punch before Sam used his larger body to roll them over in the dirt to score a hit of his own. And then it was just like everything stopped. Sam went limp on Dean and wrapped both arms around his older brother, Dean’s arms going around Sam’s shoulders. Even from his spot on the porch Bobby knew that their were tears being shared between the brothers.
Reaching down Bobby tapped Castiel on the shoulder, motioning his head inside when the angel looked up at him. “We probably oughta head in, give ‘em their privacy for a minute. And someone’s gonna hafta clean ‘em up when they come in.”
Castiel nodded and unfolded from his position with more grace then Bobby had seen in cats. There were times when it was obvious that Castiel wasn’t human, but the last two days had shown the angel becoming more and more human. A lot of that Bobby blamed on Dean.
Grabbing Chuck by the scruff of his shirt the three headed back inside to wait for the brothers to get done bonding.
*
“Was that course of action really necessary?” Castiel asked.
Dean hissed as peroxide was applied to a cut on his cheek, Sam had gotten in a good hit. “Yes it was necessary. I owed him a beating and I was going to collect.”
Sam snorted from his position on the other side of the table where Bobby was cleaning him up. “If it was a beating how come you’re bleeding too?”
“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, glowering at Cas when a bandage was applied with a little more force then was strictly necessary.
Sam’s laugh was cut off as Bobby touched a peroxide soaked cotton ball to a spot over his eye.
“Not so funny now is it Sammy?” Dean asked smugly.
Castiel moved forward and swatted Dean on the arm. “Do not taunt your brother.” The action got an odd look from Dean as he exchanged a glance with Sam over the angel’s shoulder. Sam simply shrugged, flinching as Bobby applied a butterfly bandage to his forehead.
“How have you been holdin’ up Cas?” Dean asked. “I know this whole thing hasn’t really been that easy on you.”
Castiel sighed, another Human action that Dean was beginning to become fond of. “You are correct in that this has not been easy for me, but I am growing accustomed to living as you do and I’ll admit that there are also things that I’m learning I like great deal.”
“Like what?” Sam asked, leaning forward over the table in what Dean called his ‘Inquisitor Pose’.
Castiel looked at Dean evenly, “I’ve become quite fond of food, and touching things that before held no real value to me.”
Dean blushed and looked away from the angel’s gaze, Sam’s eyebrow raising at the blush on his brother’s cheeks. “I see,” he said smugly. “Anything in particular you like touching?”
The chair screeched across the floor as Dean stood up swiftly, grabbing Castiel’s wrist. “Enough with the twenty questions, Cas I need your help with something. Bitch.” The last part was directed at Sam over his shoulder as he dragged Castiel along behind him out of the room.
“Jerk!” Sam yelled back.
Bobby shook his head from where he was cleaning up their supplies. “I will never understand you boys.”
“But you love us anyway,” Sam pointed out. “And that’s all that matters.”
*
That night Chuck shot awake after another one of his prophetic dreams, but instead of fire and brimstone it had been something a lot less demonic and a lot more happy. A smile broke across his face as Chuck went over the finer points of the vision. Part of him felt like a voyeur but another part of him said that he had no choice in what he saw so why not enjoy it.
Dean had Castiel pinned against their bedroom wall, strange to think of it as ‘theirs’ but that wasn’t the point. Dean had both hands fisted in the angel’s shirt and he seemed to be upset about something, his forehead dropping onto Castiel’s shoulder. A moment later Castiel had slid two fingers under Dean’s chin to lift his face so their eyes could meet.
“You are worth more then the all the stars in Heaven Dean Winchester, and will remain with you until you see that.”
“What if I never believe you?” Dean asked, his voice trembling with every word.
“Then I will never leave you.”
Dean turned away with a scoff but Castiel turned his head back with the fingers under his chin. Dean was about to make an angry retort when Castiel’s lips touched his. Surprise shot through him along with a bolt of desire, and he didn’t pull away until something warm and wet brushed against his tongue. “What are you doin’ Cas?”
Castiel smiled, honest to God smiled and Dean felt his inhibitions melt away. “I’m showing you I have a reason to stay.”
Dean surged forward before the angel could say anymore, fusing their mouths back together as he mapped Castiel’s lips and teeth with his tongue. He’d never had anything of his own before, never had anything that would always stay with him. But now he felt like he finally had something, someone toe call his own. Sliding his knee between the angel’s legs he pushed up into Castiel’s groin, feeling the angel’s arousal against him. “Tell me what you want, Cas.” He whispered, breath ghosting across Castiel’s ear. “Tell me what you need.”
Castiel whimpered into Dean’s neck, clutching at the hunter’s shoulders and pulling the man closer as he answered.
Chuck stopped his thoughts there. This was one story he wasn’t going to print. This one was all his own.
End
Author: villainxatxhert
Rating: pg-13
Genre and/or Pairing: angst, romance Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: 4.22 (all of season 4 really)
Warnings: Slash and some swearing
Word Count: 2,873
Summary: This is what happens after the End begins and heroes need a little bit of divine intervention
The second Bobby heard knocking on his door at 4 o’clock in the morning he knew there was going to be trouble. What he hadn’t been expecting was a friggin’ battered and bloody angel with some little dust covered guy.
“What’d they do now? And what the Hell are you doin’ here?”
The little guy looked almost sheepish for a second before he turned to look up at Castiel. The angel simply sighed and looked Bobby in the eye. And if that wasn’t more then just a little bit creepy.
“I apologize for imposing on you Robert,” Castiel said, and Bobby was about to tell him that the last person that had called him Robert had gotten a boot up their ass when the angel continued. “But this is a matter of importance and we have nowhere else to go.”
The pure, untarnished hopelessness in the angel’s tone awakened a sense of foreboding that Bobby had felt in a helluva long time, and the fact that it was a friggin’ angel sayin’ it did things to his heart that he was not completely okay with. “Well, c’mon in. Just one thing first, just to be sure.”
Castiel seemed to understand as Bobby reached around behind him to grab a flask of holy water and sprinkle them both before allowing them inside. The smaller man still seemed to be in some form of shock as Bobby watched the pair move to stand by the table, it was then that he got a glimpse of the angel’s back. “What the Hell happened to you?”
The little man, he really needed to find out a name, jumped and Castiel turned glossy eyes on Bobby. “I faced down Heaven’s army to allow Dean time to confront his brother.”
Bobby reeled and his eyebrows rose under the brim of his hat. So now Dean was confronting Sam and convincing an angel to fight Heaven for him? Just what the Hell had he missed since Dean had popped out on him? “I think you need to tell me just what’s been goin’ on since I last saw Dean.”
Castiel looked down and the man beside him sank into one of the kitchen chairs. “Great, this is going to be a long story.”
*
Bobby leaned back in his chair looking out the living room where an angel was currently conked out on his couch. After an hour or so of recanting the whole evening Castiel had passed out, fighting an army led by an archangel apparently takes a lot outta you.
“You think Dean and Sam will come here?” Chuck asked quietly. Bobby had finally found out the kid’s name and decided he liked the prophet.
“Can’t think of anywhere else they’d go, Hell’s comin’ to Earth. Not really many places open.” He knew he was being sarcastic and a little snippy but Bobby felt he had the right. The goddamn apocalypse was here.
Chuck let out a snort that could have been laughter as he looked over at Castiel. The two of them had gotten the angel out of his trench and suit coat and somehow managed to remove the tie and shoes while they were at it. He looked so small and human now, and Bobby felt the sudden protectiveness he got with the Winchester boys sweep over him. From what he’d heard the guy had given up everything to help them, that got you into the Singer Good Graces pretty fast.
“Still can’t really believe it ya know? The apocalypse. Thought there’d be more fire and frogs raining from the sky.”
This time it was Bobby’s turn to laugh. And wasn’t that just sort of twisted; laughing in the face of Armageddon. “Don’t get your hopes up just yet. I’m sure they’ll be plenty a that stuff when the time comes.” Secretly he hoped that they could somehow still make things right, and he sent up a prayer that the real Big Man Upstairs was still rooting for them.
*
Dean and Sam all but crawled out of the Impala when they reached Bobby’s, and the sight of another car in font of the house got Dean’s nerves going all jumpy. Giving Sam a look Dean knocked on the door, eyes widening when Chuck answered it.
“Chuck? What are you-? Where’s Cas?”
Chuck smiled nervously and stepped back from the door. “We were wondering when-,”
“’Bout time you two idjits showed up!”
Dean tensed as he was wrapped in a hug that slightly lifted him off his feet and drove the air from his lungs. Sam smiled wearily at him from his place leaning back against the door and Dean let the simple fact that everyone was there wash over him. “Hey Bobby, can’t breathe. Go hug Sam.” A punch landed on his shoulder as he was set down and he rubbed the sore spot in an attempt to ease the hurt. “What was that for?”
“For poppin’ outta here and not tellin’ me what was goin’ on,” Bobby answered. “I was worried sick!”
Dean smiled. “Kinda hard to explain things when an angel pops you outta somewhere.” He turned towards Chuck suddenly as Bobby moved on to hug Sam. “Is Cas here? What happened after I left? Is he-?”
“I’m here Dean.”
Brushing past Chuck and into the living room Dean stopped short of where Castiel was sitting up on the couch. A bloody trench coat was draped over the arm and Dean felt guilt eat at his stomach. “God Cas, are you okay? I didn’t even-,”
“I’m alright Dean,” Castiel interrupted. “There are worse ways things could have happened.”
“But the blood- And you said nothing could beat an archangel. What happened?”
Castiel looked down at his own hands in his lap. “I am not without injury, but I am capable of handling myself.”
“What happened?” Dean asked again. If he had to strip the angel and look over every inch for injury he would.
“They took his wings.”
Dean whirled to stare wide eyed at Chuck as the prophet avoided meeting his eyes.
“They took his wings and almost all of his Grace, but I think they were a little preoccupied with Lucifer rising and everything to do a complete job. He told me about them missing some of his Grace so he’s still technically an angel.”
Dean looked back at where Cas still sat looking at his hands and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He reached down and pulled the angel into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around him as if he might disappear all together. “I’m sorry Cas. God this is all my fault and I’m so sorry.”
Castiel tensed for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist. “I made my choice Dean,” he said softly, turning his face into the hunter’s neck. “And I’d do it over again if I had to. You are worth it.”
Dean choked on a sob, the whole day seeming to crash down on him at once as he held the angel in his arms.
“What part did they miss?” Sam asked. He was now leaning against Bobby instead of the door, but he still looked about ready to fall over. “His Grace, what part did they miss?”
Castiel stepped back in Dean’s arms and placed a hand on the elder Winchester’s chest. “They missed what I gave you.”
“What you gave me?” Dean asked. “When did you-?”
When I pulled you from Hell you needed to be mended, so I infused you with some of my Grace to put you back together. Another action I do not regret.”
“Cas I-I don’t-,” Dean swayed on his feet and Castiel’s hands tightened on his hips.
“I think we all need a bit of rest before we decide what to do.” Bobby suggested. “Everybody looks like they’re gonna fall down.”
“Good idea,” Sam answered. And if Dean didn’t let go of Castiel all the way up the stairs no one said anything.
*
Dean woke to laughter and a cold spot at his side. Throwing out an arm he was met with empty space and slowly pushed himself onto an elbow. Castiel was gone and Dean had to stop himself from immediately feeling anxiety over that fact. He’d just got the angel back, broken but alive, and he planned on keeping it that way.
Rolling out of bed Dean pulled on a dark green button down that Bobby had probably left out before yawning and running a hand through his hair as he headed for the door. At the top of the stairs he simply listened for a moment to what was going on below, and the laughter he heard he identified as Bobby’s. Weird that there was laughter the day after the apocalypse.
Entering the kitchen Dean found Bobby at the stove with Chuck at his side and Sam and Cas sitting at the table. Dean had to double take when he caught sight of the angel in jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt, it looked like Sam’s since the sleeves were pushed up and it seemed to hang of the smaller man. As Dean reached the last step Cas looked up from his coffee mug and a small smile twitched across the angel’s face.
“Good morning, Dean”
Everyone else turned to look at Dean and he felt himself pinned down by four separate smiles.
“’Bout time you got up boy,” Bobby said. “It’s already after ten.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Only you would consider ten to be getting up late,” he said, taking the chair next to Cas and nudging the angel with his elbow. He still needed reaffirmation that the Castiel was really alive and well.
Castiel smiled into his coffee mug and Bobby brought over plate of eggs while Chuck set down bacon.
“Armageddon breakfast special,” Dean said, reaching for the food when the atmosphere at the table seemed to still. Sam looked away and Dean felt guilt starting to crawl around in his stomach again. “Look Sammy, I-,”
“Later Dean, please?’ Sam asked. “We’ll hash this out and you can collect on that beat down, but just for now can we let it go?”
The pleading tone in his brother’s voice went straight to Dean’s heart and he heard himself agree without really thinking about it. Damn Sammy and his puppy face and trembling voice. “Alright Sam, but I am going to collect, you can bet on that.”
Castiel nudged Dean’s elbows and Sam looked up at him and smiled, and for that moment everything was okay.
*
Bobby walked out onto the porch to find Chuck on the railing and Castiel cross legged on the top step. Dust swirled around the yard from where Dean was currently flat on his ass with Sam circling around him. “What are they up to now?” He asked, annoyance clear in his tone.
Chuck cleared his throat and looked pointedly in the other direction of the fighting brothers, leaving Castiel to answer the question. The angel didn’t even look back at Bobby when he spoke, “Dean is collecting on his ‘beat down’, but it doesn’t seem as if he’s doing very well.”
That was an understatement. Bobby could tell that Dean was going easy on Sam, but what was hoped to be gained from this mutual ass-kicking he could only speculate. “Idjits,” he muttered. “Both of ‘em.”
Dean had climbed to his feet and tackled Sam to the ground, landing one punch before Sam used his larger body to roll them over in the dirt to score a hit of his own. And then it was just like everything stopped. Sam went limp on Dean and wrapped both arms around his older brother, Dean’s arms going around Sam’s shoulders. Even from his spot on the porch Bobby knew that their were tears being shared between the brothers.
Reaching down Bobby tapped Castiel on the shoulder, motioning his head inside when the angel looked up at him. “We probably oughta head in, give ‘em their privacy for a minute. And someone’s gonna hafta clean ‘em up when they come in.”
Castiel nodded and unfolded from his position with more grace then Bobby had seen in cats. There were times when it was obvious that Castiel wasn’t human, but the last two days had shown the angel becoming more and more human. A lot of that Bobby blamed on Dean.
Grabbing Chuck by the scruff of his shirt the three headed back inside to wait for the brothers to get done bonding.
*
“Was that course of action really necessary?” Castiel asked.
Dean hissed as peroxide was applied to a cut on his cheek, Sam had gotten in a good hit. “Yes it was necessary. I owed him a beating and I was going to collect.”
Sam snorted from his position on the other side of the table where Bobby was cleaning him up. “If it was a beating how come you’re bleeding too?”
“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, glowering at Cas when a bandage was applied with a little more force then was strictly necessary.
Sam’s laugh was cut off as Bobby touched a peroxide soaked cotton ball to a spot over his eye.
“Not so funny now is it Sammy?” Dean asked smugly.
Castiel moved forward and swatted Dean on the arm. “Do not taunt your brother.” The action got an odd look from Dean as he exchanged a glance with Sam over the angel’s shoulder. Sam simply shrugged, flinching as Bobby applied a butterfly bandage to his forehead.
“How have you been holdin’ up Cas?” Dean asked. “I know this whole thing hasn’t really been that easy on you.”
Castiel sighed, another Human action that Dean was beginning to become fond of. “You are correct in that this has not been easy for me, but I am growing accustomed to living as you do and I’ll admit that there are also things that I’m learning I like great deal.”
“Like what?” Sam asked, leaning forward over the table in what Dean called his ‘Inquisitor Pose’.
Castiel looked at Dean evenly, “I’ve become quite fond of food, and touching things that before held no real value to me.”
Dean blushed and looked away from the angel’s gaze, Sam’s eyebrow raising at the blush on his brother’s cheeks. “I see,” he said smugly. “Anything in particular you like touching?”
The chair screeched across the floor as Dean stood up swiftly, grabbing Castiel’s wrist. “Enough with the twenty questions, Cas I need your help with something. Bitch.” The last part was directed at Sam over his shoulder as he dragged Castiel along behind him out of the room.
“Jerk!” Sam yelled back.
Bobby shook his head from where he was cleaning up their supplies. “I will never understand you boys.”
“But you love us anyway,” Sam pointed out. “And that’s all that matters.”
*
That night Chuck shot awake after another one of his prophetic dreams, but instead of fire and brimstone it had been something a lot less demonic and a lot more happy. A smile broke across his face as Chuck went over the finer points of the vision. Part of him felt like a voyeur but another part of him said that he had no choice in what he saw so why not enjoy it.
Dean had Castiel pinned against their bedroom wall, strange to think of it as ‘theirs’ but that wasn’t the point. Dean had both hands fisted in the angel’s shirt and he seemed to be upset about something, his forehead dropping onto Castiel’s shoulder. A moment later Castiel had slid two fingers under Dean’s chin to lift his face so their eyes could meet.
“You are worth more then the all the stars in Heaven Dean Winchester, and will remain with you until you see that.”
“What if I never believe you?” Dean asked, his voice trembling with every word.
“Then I will never leave you.”
Dean turned away with a scoff but Castiel turned his head back with the fingers under his chin. Dean was about to make an angry retort when Castiel’s lips touched his. Surprise shot through him along with a bolt of desire, and he didn’t pull away until something warm and wet brushed against his tongue. “What are you doin’ Cas?”
Castiel smiled, honest to God smiled and Dean felt his inhibitions melt away. “I’m showing you I have a reason to stay.”
Dean surged forward before the angel could say anymore, fusing their mouths back together as he mapped Castiel’s lips and teeth with his tongue. He’d never had anything of his own before, never had anything that would always stay with him. But now he felt like he finally had something, someone toe call his own. Sliding his knee between the angel’s legs he pushed up into Castiel’s groin, feeling the angel’s arousal against him. “Tell me what you want, Cas.” He whispered, breath ghosting across Castiel’s ear. “Tell me what you need.”
Castiel whimpered into Dean’s neck, clutching at the hunter’s shoulders and pulling the man closer as he answered.
Chuck stopped his thoughts there. This was one story he wasn’t going to print. This one was all his own.
End