Nearly forgot to do this...whoops
Title: See No Evil (4/?)
Author: susangel and zeppx
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1952
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas mentions of Sam/Jess
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers since it's AU, but there is some mention of past abuse, you've been warned.
Summary: Human AU, Dean's life is about as normal as can be, he has his job and his brother and is perfectly happy. Then Cas, a blind pianist, enters his life and everything gets turned upside down.
A/N: Hooray it's Thursday! Which means it's update day! Which I almost totally forgot about XD. Don't hate...I was on a roll on my big bang fic finally.
Anyway! We get a peek at the actual plot here, which you can thank susangel for, she's like the whumping angst queen. I'm just the mouthpiece here so love her! Do it!
And quickly before I let you read, if you're interested/curious as to what/who we use as an inspiration for the piano music Google/YouTube yourself a dude who goes by Yiruma. If you're curious to the specific song (which there are) we used as inspiration just ask and I'll send you a link for it.
Enjoy!
Continued from here
Dean was sitting at his desk two weeks later; it was his paperwork day since he had no cases to work on now, which was a rare event in itself. He hated paperwork, as much as he hated what it meant for the people out there he wished a case would pop up for him.
Out of boredom and mostly curiosity Dean found himself looking up Cas' file, since there had been an accident and all, there would be something about it in the system. Dean was shocked to see more than just the accident report under Castiel's name though.
Dean frowned as he worked through them, reports of domestic abuse and hell even a restraining order. Dean's frown deepened when he read through the reports, none of them had been looked into very thoroughly since neighbors had been the ones reporting it and the guy...Lucifer...who the hell was named Lucifer nowadays?
Lucifer apparently was an upstanding citizen. He was the CEO of one of the big company's downtown, nothing to note on his report. The cops investigating it had noted that Lucifer and Cas' relationship seemed fine, plus Castiel was blind so the thumps and yells heard by the neighbors could easily be attributed to him running into things.
Dean scrolled through it all, frown deepening all the while, Cas had finally brought on a restraining order two months after their relationship ended claiming Lucifer was stalking him. Nothing had really been done about it since again, Cas was blind and how could he be so sure?
Dean was so caught up in reading everything that when his phone rang he nearly jumped out of his chair. Judging by the ring tone it was Sam calling, Dean rolled his eyes and answered with a gruff, "What?"
"Well, hello to you too." Sam said, grin evident in his voice.
"What do you want Sammy?" Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and shut down the windows he'd opened with all of Cas' information in it. He probably shouldn't have looked into it like that, but he'd been curious and it wasn't exactly something you could bring up in everyday conversation, and he wasn't even sure what he and Cas were. They'd only gone out a few more times, Dean busy working and Cas busy teaching. Were they even boyfriends?
"I thought I told you not to call me that anymore."
"Sure you did. But what gave you the idea I'd stop?"
There was a long suffering sigh on the other end of the line that had Dean rolling his eyes, "Just calling to make sure you haven't forgotten Jess' birthday."
"Shit!"
"Dean...I just reminded you the other day! How could you forget?" Now he sounded like that whiny five year old who hadn't gotten his favorite stuffed animal.
"I just...have a lot on my mind."
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes Samantha, just a case giving me some trouble." It wasn't too much of a lie, it wasn't technically his case, but it involved Cas and he'd make it his deal if he had to.
He could almost hear Sam rolling his eyes "The party is tomorrow, so make sure to buy her something, okay?"
"Fine."
"Good. You should bring your boyfriend to the party."
Dean spluttered for a moment, at a loss for words before, "He's not my boyfriend," popped out.
"And denial isn't just a river in Egypt."
"Bitch."
"Jerk." Dean rolled his eyes again, turned his computer off and gathered his things.
"Whatever you think you guys are, just make sure to bring him, okay? It would mean a lot to Jess..." He could just picture the puppy dog eyes his brother was making.
"I'll ask him, but I'm not promising anything. Cas has his own life, you know?"
"He'll come."
"Yeah, what makes you so sure?"
"Because you are the one asking."
"Whatever Sam. I'll ask him, but he's been busy with his own job."
"Just ask would you?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head Sammy, I'll fuckin' ask him." Sam huffed on the other line and Dean hung up before he could bitch anymore. Dean checked the time and flipped his phone back open to call Cas and ask him to dinner tonight and to Jess' party tomorrow night. He could also use someone to help him think of a gift for her since he had no idea what to get her.
"Hello?"
"Hi Cas. Are you busy tonight?" Dean could hear the faint sounds of a piano in the background letting him know Cas was still at the school, which probably meant a yes, he was busy.
"Not really. I should be done here soon. Why?"
"Dinner? You and me?"
"I would like that."
"Awesome. Want me to pick you up?"
"Yes. Just come to my classroom, I may not be done but you can wait." Dean chuckled and shook his head as he headed for the Impala, trust Cas to just order him around like he knew what Dean would and wouldn't mind doing.
"Alright Cas, I'll be there soon."
Cas grunted at him and Dean heard him shouting, "No! B flat! B flat!" before he hung up. They still needed to work on his phone etiquette.
Thirty minutes later found Dean sitting in the large auditorium that served as Cas' "classroom". From the looks of things most of the students had left already, one was up on the stage with Cas, a cello resting between her legs as she waited, Cas was seated behind the piano centered on the stage talking with another student.
When that student left Cas called out, "I'll be done in a few minutes Dean." How Cas knew Dean was there was beyond him, it still baffled him how well Cas could pick him out.
"Sure Cas, take your time." Cas and his student, who Dean learned went by the name Marie, discussed things like tempo and notes that just went right over Dean's head, then Cas started playing and Marie soon jumped in on the cello.
Dean sat back in his chair in the first row, watching and listening as Cas and Marie played together, perfectly in sync, the notes swelling in volume together only interrupted occasionally by Cas' voice giving out instruction to help Marie along.
But Jesus, if that song wasn't one of the most wonderful things Dean had ever heard. It was just so gentle and easy going; Dean just let his head fall back against the seat and closed his eyes, letting those gentle notes ease over him. He could stay right here like this forever.
Too soon, the song ended, it was followed up by the sounds of things being packed away and Cas talking in quiet tones about the song and where it needed work and where it was fine. Dean just stayed where he was, now enjoying the sound of Cas' rough voice echoing throughout the auditorium despite his quiet volume.
"You can come up here if you like Dean." Dean opened his eyes to see Cas standing at the edge of the stage, smiling down at him.
"One day you're going to tell me how you know where I am all the damn time."
Cas simply smiled at him and walked back towards the piano, "Get up here with me." Dean rolled his eyes but did as Cas demanded, joining him on the bench seat as Cas played random little tunes.
"So is that song going to be one of the one's you perform?"
"The one I just did with Marie?"
"Yeah."
"No, that song is hers. I just had the piano in there to help with her pacing."
"Well, it was nice."
"I'll be sure to let her know." They fell into a comfortable silence, Dean just watching Cas' elegant fingers dance lightly over the keys, light and random notes that weren't part of anything being played in the process. Dean suspected Cas was doing it just because he could and he wanted to, Dean knew Cas could sit behind the piano all day and just play, knew it was what Cas loved doing the most.
"So, Jess' birthday is tomorrow."
"Oh?"
"She and Sam are having a party and all."
"I see."
"Wanna come?" A little smirk, which had Dean rolling his eyes, "Not in that way you perv."
"Well then...it's a shame, because the answer would have been yes."
"Cas."
"You're no fun," Cas muttered, full lips falling into a pout as he played a little tune that just sounded sarcastic, "But if you'd like me to go, I will."
"It's not about what I want Cas. It's about what you want."
"Will it make her happy if I go?"
Dean snorted, "I think 'happy' is an understatement Cas. She'd probably shit kittens and puke rainbows."
Cas chuckled, fingers playing a jaunty little tune, "Then I'll go."
"Great!" Dean watched as Cas' fingers stroked over the keys, "Um...would you help me pick out a gift for her?"
"Of course Dean." Dean grinned, knocking his shoulder against Castiel's causing Cas' fingers to skitter off the keys and ruin whatever tune he was playing.
Cas scowled and said in his haughtiest tone, "I already have a gift for her."
"How the hell do you already have a gift for her? You only just now learned it was her birthday."
Deadpan, "I'm psychic."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever smart ass."
"It's technically a gift for both Sam and Jess, I was going to give it to them after my performance, I didn't know I would be meeting her before then."
"What is it?"
"I made them a song." Jess would die and go to Heaven.
"Play it for me?" Cas nodded and pushed Dean over a bit, so Cas was sitting more in the center of the bench. He made a show of cracking his knuckles, clearing his throat and tossing an imaginary jacket over the back of the bench seat. Dean grinned and rolled his eyes, Cas was obviously in a playful mood and it always rubbed off on Dean like some weird mood disease.
"Just play the song drama queen."
"Aye aye captain!"
Dean quieted when Cas started playing; the notes were light and easy, moving along slowly before moving into a faster pace. The song itself just sounded happy and hopeful, something like devotion and love floating in underneath it all. Dean sat there, quietly watching Cas as he played, Cas' eyes had slipped shut and there was a small, happy little smile on his face. Dean had to wonder if Cas really was psychic, he hadn't even met Jess or heard how Sam was with her, nothing at all, yet the song described their relationship perfectly.
Jess was going to be ecstatic, and Sam would probably cry, the big girl he was.
Like all of Cas' songs it was over much too soon and all Dean could do was smile and nudge him gently with his shoulder, "They're going to love it Cas."
Cas gave a shy smile before it changed into his sarcastic one, "Good, because I worked all of ten hours on it." Dean snorted and pressed a gentle kiss to Cas' cheek, "Thanks Cas."
Cas hummed, turned his face towards Dean, eyes still closed as he played a joyful sounding tune.
"And what was that?"
"Part of your song."
"My song?"
"Yes."
"Play it again." Cas did, nose rubbing against Dean's, eyelashes fluttering and tickling. Dean couldn't help but grin, "I like it."
Cas returned his smile then promptly shoved him off the seat, laughing when Dean landed on the stage with an oof.
"I'd sure hope you like it. Now c'mon. I'm hungry. Feed me."
Part 5