New Fic Idea (Fandom: Supernatural). Untitled as of right now.
This is only the very beginning but I'm hoping to get some opinions/critiques to let me know if I should stop here and delete or keep going.
justthismorning This is the thing I was talking about in that comment.
My Wee!Fallen!Castiel Fic.
“Something’s wrong.” Dean’s not exactly sure what, but he knows it’s got nothing to do with the current case, for the simple fact that they’ve just finished it. It’s really more of a gut feeling.
“What do you mean ‘something’s wrong’? Could you be a little more specific?” Sam asks sending a concerned glance across the table of the diner they are getting lunch in.
“Don’t you think I would have been more specific if I could have? I just got this sense of *something* not being right.” Dean supplies through a mouthful of half chewed meatloaf sandwich. “And don’t even suggest it’s some kind of psychic thing. You’re the only one in the family with the freaky powers. Are you ready to go? Bobby was saying something about a haunted light house in Rhode Island when I checked in with him the other day.”
When they get back on the highway Sam notices they’re not going the right way to get to Rhode Island. “Dude, you do realize that to get to this light house job you should be heading north east, not west? I mean I know I was always better at school but I know you know your geography.” Sam says trying to make a joke even though his stomach is in knots.
“I know that, you think I don’t know that? There’s just a thing that’s this way.” Dean says needing for Sam to just trust him on this.
“This have anything to do with your ‘something wrong’? ‘Cause I’m totally 100% with you if it’s something supernatural, but if it’s just an excuse to chase skirt…” Sam doesn’t mean it to sound as snotty as it does but he can’t help it. He’s a little freaked out.
Dean shoots him an exasperated glare across the seat and makes to get off the highway. “If this is going to be an issue for you I’ll drop you at a car rental place and you can do the light house thing yourself. I’ll call you in a couple days and we’ll go from there.”
Sam doesn’t say anything until they’re idling in front of the Hertz. Then it’s only an after thought as he’s pulling his duffel and a few weapons out of the trunk. “Dean… I’ll call you when I get up there. Maybe by then you’ll have a better idea of what’s going on?” Dean doesn’t respond so Sam shuts the passenger side door and taps on the roof twice. He hates leaving Dean to have to deal with this on his own, but it’s not like it’s the first time they’ve split up to handle separate jobs.
When Dean gets to the hospital what feels like a million hours later he’s no closer to having any idea what’s going on then he was when he left Sam in Northwestern Pennsylvania. He’s glad he thought to put on a suit at the last rest stop he hit, he digs one of his many FBI badges out of the glove box and makes for the main entrance.
“Excuse me miss,” Dean says at the desk; flashing his badge just fast enough to show the glimmer of gold. “Where’s your Pediatrics Ward?” He put every ounce of sincerity (most of which he’s not really feeling) into the smile he gives her.
“Take that elevator,” the woman points to her left, “to the fourth floor, and then you want the North Wing. Ask for Mira at the nurses station. She’s the head nurse on duty; I’ll call up and let her know you’re coming…” She leaves off and Dean can tell she’s looking for a name.
“Agent Henrickson.” Dean supplies without a second thought. He’s sure that wherever the real Agent Henrickson is he’s probably glowering at his name being thrown around like this. Dean really doesn’t care as he makes his way to the indicated elevator. As the floors tick by Dean feels his stomach dropping, only one thought in his mind as to why he’s here. And it’s got to be right; it’s the only explanation that makes sense. And it scares the hell out of him. Dean considers sharing a few choice words with God but he runs out of time as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. Dean quickly orientates himself and finds the North Wing nurses station. There are several people crowded inside the circle that creates the space and Dean covertly checks name tags for this ‘Nurse Mira’ he’s supposed to ask for. He spots her and sends a quick halfhearted thanks up that she’s young and hot and not an old biddy that’s going to ask a million questions. Questions that Dean doesn’t have the answers to. He gets her attention with a nod and a smile; a quick flash of his badge has them moving to an empty waiting room. Suddenly Dean knows exactly what, or who, he’s looking for. It scares him that the image was basically downloaded to his brain, but beggars can’t be choosers he reckons.
“Is there something I can help you with Agent?” The nurse asks concern and curiosity warring for dominance in her eyes.
“Yes actually there is. A young boy was brought in probably a few days ago. He’d have been a ‘Johnny Doe’. About 10 years old, dark hair, blue eyes. He probably looked like he’d been to hell and back.” Dean says, knowing that ‘the fall’ would have been a hard one. He’s pretty sure he’s got Uriel to thank for what little information he has. If Castiel is fallen then he’s on the outs with God.
“We do have a patient here matching that description. What does the FBI want with him? He came in alone, and has been talking non-stop about his father casting him out. We tried to get him to talk to a social worker but he refuses to talk to anyone. Just asks that we find ‘Dean’ for him. So I don’t know what you expect to get out of him.” Mira finishes shaking her head sadly.
“Well ma’am,” Dean knows he’s laying on the charm but it’s the only thing that’s going to get him to Castiel and out of here with as few questions as possible. “I’m Dean. I’m his half-brother. Same father. I only just heard that he was here. I want to make sure he’s doing ok. I’m sure there’s a whole ton of paperwork I’ll have to sign and fill out to be able to take him out of here. Which I’d like to do as soon as possible.” Dean just hopes that Castiel has enough mojo to Obi-Wan these people, he figures since he fell as a child and not a baby that maybe he’s still got some of his grace. They’re definitely going to need it.
“Oh well in that case, he’s in room 4135, you go on in. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you. I’ll see if I can’t get a hold of the social worker assigned to his case.” The nurse responds looking like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Dean worries that it was way too easy, but he’s not going to question it. As he nears the room he hears a quiet whimpering and a much louder raised voice. He’s not paying attention to the words the voice is saying he just knows he has to get to Castiel. Dean rounds the doorway and steps into the room and considers, just for a second, pulling the gun out of the waist band of his pants. Instead he takes a guess that the ‘thing’ arguing with his Angel isn’t fully human and says just loud enough ‘Christo’. Just as Dean suspected, the thing flinches and rounds on him intent on killing. Dean’s not having that. He’s been working with Bobby on his Latin and whips out a quick and dirty exorcism. The demon flees and Dean doesn’t think twice about pulling Castiel into his arms and just holding on to him.
“Dean you’re here. You came. I knew you would. Dean, He is very upset with me. I wanted to spend more time with you, and Sam. But He said no. He said that since you fixed everything I wasn’t needed here anymore. He didn’t want me to come back. But I had to Dean. So I fell. But I didn’t lose all my Grace, I still have some. So it’ll be ok.” Castiel says between hitched breaths and sobs bigger then he should be able to make. Dean just rubs a hand across the boys too small, too thin back and whispers reassuring nonsense into the crown of his head.
“Yeah I’m here, buddy. It’ll be ok now. It may take a few days before I can get you out of here; I’ll have to procure convincing documentation that proves that you are my half-brother. But I promise you I’ll get you out. Then we’ll find Sammy and go stay with Bobby for a while. Decide what to do next.” Dean feels the Angel/boy’s small hand clench and release on his suit jacket and when it falls back into place there’s something in the inner pocket. Dean sets Castiel back against the pillows and reaches into the jacket not sure what to expect. What he sees is two birth certificates. One under the name Castiel W. Henrickson, and the other Dean J. Henrickson; both have one John W. Henrickson listed as the birth father. “You are a genius, little man. Seriously; did you read my mind as soon as I got off the elevator?” Dean asks not entirely sure he wants to know the answer.
“Not exactly; I brought you here. It took a lot of energy, so I’m kind of tired. But I knew what you were going to do before you did it. I think I’d like to rest for a little while. You’ll stay won’t you?” Castiel asks quietly as his eyes start to drift closed.
“I’ll stay Cas. I’m not going anywhere without you. You just rest up so we can get out of here. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Dean says; a fond smile taking up residence on his face as he pulls up a semi comfortable looking chair and prepares himself to sit vigil. His phone vibrating in his pocket pulls Dean out of a doze an hour or so later. It’s Sam. How is he going to explain it to him?
If you read it please let me know what you think. Thanks a million.
I'm super excited 'cause I'm going to see Friday the 13th tomorrow (I know, such a lovely Valentine's Day date movie, right?). I'll probably have a write up afterward.
justthismorning This is the thing I was talking about in that comment.
My Wee!Fallen!Castiel Fic.
“Something’s wrong.” Dean’s not exactly sure what, but he knows it’s got nothing to do with the current case, for the simple fact that they’ve just finished it. It’s really more of a gut feeling.
“What do you mean ‘something’s wrong’? Could you be a little more specific?” Sam asks sending a concerned glance across the table of the diner they are getting lunch in.
“Don’t you think I would have been more specific if I could have? I just got this sense of *something* not being right.” Dean supplies through a mouthful of half chewed meatloaf sandwich. “And don’t even suggest it’s some kind of psychic thing. You’re the only one in the family with the freaky powers. Are you ready to go? Bobby was saying something about a haunted light house in Rhode Island when I checked in with him the other day.”
When they get back on the highway Sam notices they’re not going the right way to get to Rhode Island. “Dude, you do realize that to get to this light house job you should be heading north east, not west? I mean I know I was always better at school but I know you know your geography.” Sam says trying to make a joke even though his stomach is in knots.
“I know that, you think I don’t know that? There’s just a thing that’s this way.” Dean says needing for Sam to just trust him on this.
“This have anything to do with your ‘something wrong’? ‘Cause I’m totally 100% with you if it’s something supernatural, but if it’s just an excuse to chase skirt…” Sam doesn’t mean it to sound as snotty as it does but he can’t help it. He’s a little freaked out.
Dean shoots him an exasperated glare across the seat and makes to get off the highway. “If this is going to be an issue for you I’ll drop you at a car rental place and you can do the light house thing yourself. I’ll call you in a couple days and we’ll go from there.”
Sam doesn’t say anything until they’re idling in front of the Hertz. Then it’s only an after thought as he’s pulling his duffel and a few weapons out of the trunk. “Dean… I’ll call you when I get up there. Maybe by then you’ll have a better idea of what’s going on?” Dean doesn’t respond so Sam shuts the passenger side door and taps on the roof twice. He hates leaving Dean to have to deal with this on his own, but it’s not like it’s the first time they’ve split up to handle separate jobs.
When Dean gets to the hospital what feels like a million hours later he’s no closer to having any idea what’s going on then he was when he left Sam in Northwestern Pennsylvania. He’s glad he thought to put on a suit at the last rest stop he hit, he digs one of his many FBI badges out of the glove box and makes for the main entrance.
“Excuse me miss,” Dean says at the desk; flashing his badge just fast enough to show the glimmer of gold. “Where’s your Pediatrics Ward?” He put every ounce of sincerity (most of which he’s not really feeling) into the smile he gives her.
“Take that elevator,” the woman points to her left, “to the fourth floor, and then you want the North Wing. Ask for Mira at the nurses station. She’s the head nurse on duty; I’ll call up and let her know you’re coming…” She leaves off and Dean can tell she’s looking for a name.
“Agent Henrickson.” Dean supplies without a second thought. He’s sure that wherever the real Agent Henrickson is he’s probably glowering at his name being thrown around like this. Dean really doesn’t care as he makes his way to the indicated elevator. As the floors tick by Dean feels his stomach dropping, only one thought in his mind as to why he’s here. And it’s got to be right; it’s the only explanation that makes sense. And it scares the hell out of him. Dean considers sharing a few choice words with God but he runs out of time as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. Dean quickly orientates himself and finds the North Wing nurses station. There are several people crowded inside the circle that creates the space and Dean covertly checks name tags for this ‘Nurse Mira’ he’s supposed to ask for. He spots her and sends a quick halfhearted thanks up that she’s young and hot and not an old biddy that’s going to ask a million questions. Questions that Dean doesn’t have the answers to. He gets her attention with a nod and a smile; a quick flash of his badge has them moving to an empty waiting room. Suddenly Dean knows exactly what, or who, he’s looking for. It scares him that the image was basically downloaded to his brain, but beggars can’t be choosers he reckons.
“Is there something I can help you with Agent?” The nurse asks concern and curiosity warring for dominance in her eyes.
“Yes actually there is. A young boy was brought in probably a few days ago. He’d have been a ‘Johnny Doe’. About 10 years old, dark hair, blue eyes. He probably looked like he’d been to hell and back.” Dean says, knowing that ‘the fall’ would have been a hard one. He’s pretty sure he’s got Uriel to thank for what little information he has. If Castiel is fallen then he’s on the outs with God.
“We do have a patient here matching that description. What does the FBI want with him? He came in alone, and has been talking non-stop about his father casting him out. We tried to get him to talk to a social worker but he refuses to talk to anyone. Just asks that we find ‘Dean’ for him. So I don’t know what you expect to get out of him.” Mira finishes shaking her head sadly.
“Well ma’am,” Dean knows he’s laying on the charm but it’s the only thing that’s going to get him to Castiel and out of here with as few questions as possible. “I’m Dean. I’m his half-brother. Same father. I only just heard that he was here. I want to make sure he’s doing ok. I’m sure there’s a whole ton of paperwork I’ll have to sign and fill out to be able to take him out of here. Which I’d like to do as soon as possible.” Dean just hopes that Castiel has enough mojo to Obi-Wan these people, he figures since he fell as a child and not a baby that maybe he’s still got some of his grace. They’re definitely going to need it.
“Oh well in that case, he’s in room 4135, you go on in. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you. I’ll see if I can’t get a hold of the social worker assigned to his case.” The nurse responds looking like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Dean worries that it was way too easy, but he’s not going to question it. As he nears the room he hears a quiet whimpering and a much louder raised voice. He’s not paying attention to the words the voice is saying he just knows he has to get to Castiel. Dean rounds the doorway and steps into the room and considers, just for a second, pulling the gun out of the waist band of his pants. Instead he takes a guess that the ‘thing’ arguing with his Angel isn’t fully human and says just loud enough ‘Christo’. Just as Dean suspected, the thing flinches and rounds on him intent on killing. Dean’s not having that. He’s been working with Bobby on his Latin and whips out a quick and dirty exorcism. The demon flees and Dean doesn’t think twice about pulling Castiel into his arms and just holding on to him.
“Dean you’re here. You came. I knew you would. Dean, He is very upset with me. I wanted to spend more time with you, and Sam. But He said no. He said that since you fixed everything I wasn’t needed here anymore. He didn’t want me to come back. But I had to Dean. So I fell. But I didn’t lose all my Grace, I still have some. So it’ll be ok.” Castiel says between hitched breaths and sobs bigger then he should be able to make. Dean just rubs a hand across the boys too small, too thin back and whispers reassuring nonsense into the crown of his head.
“Yeah I’m here, buddy. It’ll be ok now. It may take a few days before I can get you out of here; I’ll have to procure convincing documentation that proves that you are my half-brother. But I promise you I’ll get you out. Then we’ll find Sammy and go stay with Bobby for a while. Decide what to do next.” Dean feels the Angel/boy’s small hand clench and release on his suit jacket and when it falls back into place there’s something in the inner pocket. Dean sets Castiel back against the pillows and reaches into the jacket not sure what to expect. What he sees is two birth certificates. One under the name Castiel W. Henrickson, and the other Dean J. Henrickson; both have one John W. Henrickson listed as the birth father. “You are a genius, little man. Seriously; did you read my mind as soon as I got off the elevator?” Dean asks not entirely sure he wants to know the answer.
“Not exactly; I brought you here. It took a lot of energy, so I’m kind of tired. But I knew what you were going to do before you did it. I think I’d like to rest for a little while. You’ll stay won’t you?” Castiel asks quietly as his eyes start to drift closed.
“I’ll stay Cas. I’m not going anywhere without you. You just rest up so we can get out of here. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Dean says; a fond smile taking up residence on his face as he pulls up a semi comfortable looking chair and prepares himself to sit vigil. His phone vibrating in his pocket pulls Dean out of a doze an hour or so later. It’s Sam. How is he going to explain it to him?
If you read it please let me know what you think. Thanks a million.
I'm super excited 'cause I'm going to see Friday the 13th tomorrow (I know, such a lovely Valentine's Day date movie, right?). I'll probably have a write up afterward.