Fic - Don't Look Down
Title: Don't Look Down
Characters: Dean/Castiel
Genre/Rating: Angst/PG
Summary: Inspired by prompt at comment_fic. Today's theme was "cliffhanger" so be prepared for no resolution. The prompt was Castiel/Dean, "don't look down". 505 words. Crossposted to sn_fic and supernaturalfic.
The end was over, and the Winchesters were still standing. Not necessarily whole, but still standing. Life, such as it was, was reverting to normal - that did not include angels.
Dean stood outside the doorway of the latest crap-ass motel he and Sam were crashing in; close enough to hear when the nightmares caught up with Sam, but far enough away to have some privacy to bid farewell to Castiel.
Awkward wasn’t anywhere close to describing how Dean was feeling. Terrified was much more like it. Castiel had made him an offer; extended him one final gift in lieu of what they could never have.
The angel stood quietly, but the lines of his body tensed in anticipation. Dean didn’t want to look at him, but found it impossible to look away. The face was the same as it ever was, though his gaze was far more knowing, less confused. The body encased in the ever-present trench coat was just a few paces away; not quite close enough to touch. But it was the wings…the ephemeral, translucent wings that held all of Dean’s attention.
He’d only seen glimpses of the wings before - that first night when he’d called Castiel, and there, in the final battle when Castiel flew with his brethren against the army of demons. They hardly seemed present enough to carry Castiel’s host, let alone both of them.
Dean stepped forward knowing that that single step was the only answer he needed to give, but he could not stop his body from quaking with fear. He approached Castiel with his hands out, and laid them on the angel’s shoulder. Then, stepping closer, Dean pressed his body against Castiel’s; he slid his hands down the angel’s back to the junction of his shoulders where the wings began to manifest. Dean grasped the base of the wings in his hands, needing to feel the solidity for himself. Castiel shuddered against him, his head dropping against Dean’s shoulder.
Dean pulled back slightly, enough to draw his arms up around Castiel’s shoulders, but not enough to pull his body away. “I’m afraid,” he whispered in a voice so small only an angel would hear.
Castiel lifted his head as he drew his arms up around Dean’s waist to encompass him in the safety of his embrace. “Do not be afraid, I am with you.” He kissed Dean once on the forehead; Dean closed his eyes as though receiving a benediction.
Dean could feel the warmth of Castiel’s breath as his mouth traveled down the length of Dean’s face. Castiel pressed his lips against Dean’s in a kiss that was less of a prayer and more of a demand. Dean felt his body respond and shake with a reaction that had nothing to do with fear.
Castiel pulled away so he could growl one last order in Dean’s ear. “Don’t look down.”
Dean gave himself over to Castiel’s demand as he buried his face in the angel’s shoulder and held on tightly as his feet left the ground.
Characters: Dean/Castiel
Genre/Rating: Angst/PG
Summary: Inspired by prompt at comment_fic. Today's theme was "cliffhanger" so be prepared for no resolution. The prompt was Castiel/Dean, "don't look down". 505 words. Crossposted to sn_fic and supernaturalfic.
The end was over, and the Winchesters were still standing. Not necessarily whole, but still standing. Life, such as it was, was reverting to normal - that did not include angels.
Dean stood outside the doorway of the latest crap-ass motel he and Sam were crashing in; close enough to hear when the nightmares caught up with Sam, but far enough away to have some privacy to bid farewell to Castiel.
Awkward wasn’t anywhere close to describing how Dean was feeling. Terrified was much more like it. Castiel had made him an offer; extended him one final gift in lieu of what they could never have.
The angel stood quietly, but the lines of his body tensed in anticipation. Dean didn’t want to look at him, but found it impossible to look away. The face was the same as it ever was, though his gaze was far more knowing, less confused. The body encased in the ever-present trench coat was just a few paces away; not quite close enough to touch. But it was the wings…the ephemeral, translucent wings that held all of Dean’s attention.
He’d only seen glimpses of the wings before - that first night when he’d called Castiel, and there, in the final battle when Castiel flew with his brethren against the army of demons. They hardly seemed present enough to carry Castiel’s host, let alone both of them.
Dean stepped forward knowing that that single step was the only answer he needed to give, but he could not stop his body from quaking with fear. He approached Castiel with his hands out, and laid them on the angel’s shoulder. Then, stepping closer, Dean pressed his body against Castiel’s; he slid his hands down the angel’s back to the junction of his shoulders where the wings began to manifest. Dean grasped the base of the wings in his hands, needing to feel the solidity for himself. Castiel shuddered against him, his head dropping against Dean’s shoulder.
Dean pulled back slightly, enough to draw his arms up around Castiel’s shoulders, but not enough to pull his body away. “I’m afraid,” he whispered in a voice so small only an angel would hear.
Castiel lifted his head as he drew his arms up around Dean’s waist to encompass him in the safety of his embrace. “Do not be afraid, I am with you.” He kissed Dean once on the forehead; Dean closed his eyes as though receiving a benediction.
Dean could feel the warmth of Castiel’s breath as his mouth traveled down the length of Dean’s face. Castiel pressed his lips against Dean’s in a kiss that was less of a prayer and more of a demand. Dean felt his body respond and shake with a reaction that had nothing to do with fear.
Castiel pulled away so he could growl one last order in Dean’s ear. “Don’t look down.”
Dean gave himself over to Castiel’s demand as he buried his face in the angel’s shoulder and held on tightly as his feet left the ground.