The Smallest Things
Ok so reading the newest chapter of To Err is Human by melanieathene put me in the fluffiest mood of scmoopy good feelings known to man. Thus I wrote this little thing. I DEDICATE IT TO YOU, melanieathene !
Title: The Smallest Things
Summary: Castiel may not seem like he pays attention to the things Dean loves, but he
does - because he loves Dean.
Pairing: Dean/Cas (if you squint. )
Rating: G
Between searching for Sam’s soul and dealing with Crowley and his
ever-present desire for monsters, Dean can barely force himself to smile some
days. Sam’s been gone for the past four hours - apparently searching down leads
for a hunt that he won’t even tell Dean about, and Dean’s been stuck in the
hotel room tossing a tennis ball at the wall that keeps thudding from the
rigorous fucking of the people next door.
There’s a whispering flutter of wings and Dean’s tennis ball is caught
mid-air by Castiel, who’s standing and watching him with a curious tilt of his
head. Dean sits up.
“Nice of you to drop by today, Cas.” He starts gruffly, irritation plucking
at his chest for no discernable reason. He shifted, standing to snatch the ball
from Castiel’s lose-fingered grasp. Cas lets him, mouth pursing.
“There’s been a lull in battle, I’m taking this opportunity to check in on
you and your brother.”
“That thing is not my brother.” Dean snapped back, bristling. Castiel’s gaze
fell away for a second. He looked back up just as quickly, locking eyes with
Dean.
“My apologies, Dean.” He muttered gravely. Dean huffed out a sigh, tossing
the tennis ball onto his duffel bag and sitting on the bed. He had too many
things swirling around in his head, too many negative emotions that made it hard
to even enjoy a chance to relax without the threat of something looming
overhead.
Deam released a weary breath, hand running over his face to try and wipe away
some of the stress building up inside of him.
“Its fine.” He snapped, making it obvious that his situation was not, in
fact, okay. Castiel’s brows furrowed, lips pressing together tightly.
“You’re stressed.” He pointed out, causing Dean to release a startled, dry
laugh.
“Y’think?” He croaked. Castiel tilted his head to the side and Dean stood up,
crossing the room and fumbling in his bag for his cell phone. He flipped it
open, scowling at the lack of messages from robo-Sam and snapping it shut once
more. Turning on his heel, Dean barely registered Castiel’s fingers coming
towards his face before he was hit with the vertigo sensation that came with
angel-express.
One second they’d been in the current crap motel of the week, and the next,
Dean was surrounded by darkness and thousands of voices screaming. He jumped,
grabbing onto Castiel to get his bearings - looking around frantically,
momentarily convinced he’d just been dropped back into Hell.
Castiel placed a gentle hand on Dean’s elbow to steady him as the elder
Winchester took in the expansive stage just a handful of feet in front of him,
and the large, writhing crowd behind them.
“Cas! What the he-… oh my god.” Dean’s angry yell instantly broke off into a
sound of horrified disbelief, eyes locked on the stage. Robert Plant stepped up
to the microphone with a grin, eyes raking across the crowd.
Dean reached out to Castiel, clutching the angel’s coat and pulling on it
wildly. “Cas- what. Is that Robert Plant?” He squeaked. (though Dean
was loathe to admit it later) Castiel leaned in, mouth brushing Dean’s ear.
“Seeing as how its 1975, yes, Dean. It is.” He said, voice barely audible
over the roar of the crowd. Dean’s eyes widened even more - if possible - and he
released a broken whimper, mouth gaping open. He snapped his head back to
Castiel as Robert Plant spoke to the crowd, screams of joy echoing around
them.
“Are we- am I dreaming?!” He cried, relentless in his white-knuckled grip on
Castiel’s coat. Castiel’s response was a serene half smile and a shake of his
head.
“No, Dean. You are very much awake right now.” He replied, voice raising to
be heard over the cacophony of noise. A laughing sob escaped Dean, the hunter
turning to the stage with a look of rapture, his grin so wide Castiel was sure
his cheeks would start to ache soon. Robert Plant gestured to Jimmy and the
others as John Bonham struck up the beat. Dean let out a small cry of happiness
as the beginning chords of The Ocean came echoing through the
speakers.
Dean didn’t say much after that, his eyes glossy with unshed tears and locked on the stage with so much light in his face, it was impossible for
Castiel to keep the smallest of grins off of his lips. Dean’s soul was vibrant,
pulsing and shining with more happiness than the angel had seen in him for
months. He didn’t bother speaking, keeping a hand on Dean’s upper back to steady
him whenever the crowd got too rowdy, and watched Dean watch the band he’d
listened to his entire life, but never had the chance to truly experience.
During a lull between songs, Dean turned to Castiel, a hand rising to wipe at
his eyes. “Thanks, man.” He croaked, sobbing out a laugh and then reaching out
to wrench Castiel into a tight, full body hug. Castiel hesitantly rose his arms
to wrap them around Dean’s stomach, palms resting on the man’s back as Dean
started to laugh - full body chuckles only broken by sniffling.
Dean pulled back after a final powerful squeeze, clapping his hands on
Castiel’s shoulders.
“Man, don’t ever let me call you a dick again, you hear me?” He said, face
flushed and eyes bright with the force of his smile. Castiel grinned back -
though more subdued - and nodded.
“I will make sure to do that.” He said seriously, though he couldn’t help the
glint of teeth that came with the smile Dean practically forced upon him.
Dean scrubbed at his face again, turning to watch the rest of the concert.
“Dream come true, man.” He muttered in awe - and Castiel wouldn’t have heard him
if he hadn’t specifically tuned into Dean the second they’d shown up at the
concert.
Watching Dean made something swell in Castiel’s grace, a warmth so strong it
made the tips of his fingers tingle and his heart ache. He reveled in it, happy
to know that he could show Dean even the smallest sliver of love that he held
for the hunter.
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THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. FFU-
Title: The Smallest Things
Summary: Castiel may not seem like he pays attention to the things Dean loves, but he
does - because he loves Dean.
Pairing: Dean/Cas (if you squint. )
Rating: G
Between searching for Sam’s soul and dealing with Crowley and his
ever-present desire for monsters, Dean can barely force himself to smile some
days. Sam’s been gone for the past four hours - apparently searching down leads
for a hunt that he won’t even tell Dean about, and Dean’s been stuck in the
hotel room tossing a tennis ball at the wall that keeps thudding from the
rigorous fucking of the people next door.
There’s a whispering flutter of wings and Dean’s tennis ball is caught
mid-air by Castiel, who’s standing and watching him with a curious tilt of his
head. Dean sits up.
“Nice of you to drop by today, Cas.” He starts gruffly, irritation plucking
at his chest for no discernable reason. He shifted, standing to snatch the ball
from Castiel’s lose-fingered grasp. Cas lets him, mouth pursing.
“There’s been a lull in battle, I’m taking this opportunity to check in on
you and your brother.”
“That thing is not my brother.” Dean snapped back, bristling. Castiel’s gaze
fell away for a second. He looked back up just as quickly, locking eyes with
Dean.
“My apologies, Dean.” He muttered gravely. Dean huffed out a sigh, tossing
the tennis ball onto his duffel bag and sitting on the bed. He had too many
things swirling around in his head, too many negative emotions that made it hard
to even enjoy a chance to relax without the threat of something looming
overhead.
Deam released a weary breath, hand running over his face to try and wipe away
some of the stress building up inside of him.
“Its fine.” He snapped, making it obvious that his situation was not, in
fact, okay. Castiel’s brows furrowed, lips pressing together tightly.
“You’re stressed.” He pointed out, causing Dean to release a startled, dry
laugh.
“Y’think?” He croaked. Castiel tilted his head to the side and Dean stood up,
crossing the room and fumbling in his bag for his cell phone. He flipped it
open, scowling at the lack of messages from robo-Sam and snapping it shut once
more. Turning on his heel, Dean barely registered Castiel’s fingers coming
towards his face before he was hit with the vertigo sensation that came with
angel-express.
One second they’d been in the current crap motel of the week, and the next,
Dean was surrounded by darkness and thousands of voices screaming. He jumped,
grabbing onto Castiel to get his bearings - looking around frantically,
momentarily convinced he’d just been dropped back into Hell.
Castiel placed a gentle hand on Dean’s elbow to steady him as the elder
Winchester took in the expansive stage just a handful of feet in front of him,
and the large, writhing crowd behind them.
“Cas! What the he-… oh my god.” Dean’s angry yell instantly broke off into a
sound of horrified disbelief, eyes locked on the stage. Robert Plant stepped up
to the microphone with a grin, eyes raking across the crowd.
Dean reached out to Castiel, clutching the angel’s coat and pulling on it
wildly. “Cas- what. Is that Robert Plant?” He squeaked. (though Dean
was loathe to admit it later) Castiel leaned in, mouth brushing Dean’s ear.
“Seeing as how its 1975, yes, Dean. It is.” He said, voice barely audible
over the roar of the crowd. Dean’s eyes widened even more - if possible - and he
released a broken whimper, mouth gaping open. He snapped his head back to
Castiel as Robert Plant spoke to the crowd, screams of joy echoing around
them.
“Are we- am I dreaming?!” He cried, relentless in his white-knuckled grip on
Castiel’s coat. Castiel’s response was a serene half smile and a shake of his
head.
“No, Dean. You are very much awake right now.” He replied, voice raising to
be heard over the cacophony of noise. A laughing sob escaped Dean, the hunter
turning to the stage with a look of rapture, his grin so wide Castiel was sure
his cheeks would start to ache soon. Robert Plant gestured to Jimmy and the
others as John Bonham struck up the beat. Dean let out a small cry of happiness
as the beginning chords of The Ocean came echoing through the
speakers.
Dean didn’t say much after that, his eyes glossy with unshed tears and locked on the stage with so much light in his face, it was impossible for
Castiel to keep the smallest of grins off of his lips. Dean’s soul was vibrant,
pulsing and shining with more happiness than the angel had seen in him for
months. He didn’t bother speaking, keeping a hand on Dean’s upper back to steady
him whenever the crowd got too rowdy, and watched Dean watch the band he’d
listened to his entire life, but never had the chance to truly experience.
During a lull between songs, Dean turned to Castiel, a hand rising to wipe at
his eyes. “Thanks, man.” He croaked, sobbing out a laugh and then reaching out
to wrench Castiel into a tight, full body hug. Castiel hesitantly rose his arms
to wrap them around Dean’s stomach, palms resting on the man’s back as Dean
started to laugh - full body chuckles only broken by sniffling.
Dean pulled back after a final powerful squeeze, clapping his hands on
Castiel’s shoulders.
“Man, don’t ever let me call you a dick again, you hear me?” He said, face
flushed and eyes bright with the force of his smile. Castiel grinned back -
though more subdued - and nodded.
“I will make sure to do that.” He said seriously, though he couldn’t help the
glint of teeth that came with the smile Dean practically forced upon him.
Dean scrubbed at his face again, turning to watch the rest of the concert.
“Dream come true, man.” He muttered in awe - and Castiel wouldn’t have heard him
if he hadn’t specifically tuned into Dean the second they’d shown up at the
concert.
Watching Dean made something swell in Castiel’s grace, a warmth so strong it
made the tips of his fingers tingle and his heart ache. He reveled in it, happy
to know that he could show Dean even the smallest sliver of love that he held
for the hunter.
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THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. FFU-