Metanoia: Still waters run cool
Title: Metanoia: A lesson in humanity
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel, Dean
Spoilers: none
Warnings: freezing cold water
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: Prompt by downfall35: Castiel's first time swimming
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #05 (the in the story described scenery)
AN: downfall35's prompt went so perfectly with this picture and now I'm cold *shivers*
~ Still waters run cool ~
When Dean woke up it took him a few moments to notice something was wrong. Sam was snoring on the next bed oblivious to the world in general. The old radiator was gurgling and somewhere in the motel he could hear a toilet being flushed. Dean turned his head looking the other direction. Gray light was shining through the curtains illuminating the empty cot. Castiel was gone. Groaning the older Winchester sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was 5 o'clock in the morning. The sun would rise in about half an hour. It was freezing cold outside and they had driven all night before crashing around 2 or 3 am at this crappy motel. Dean really did not want to go outside looking for Castiel. But he knew he would not be able to fall asleep again worried with thousand things on his mind that could have happened to his friend.
It really was cold outside. The chilly air made Dean finally awake in an instant. He could see his breath in icy puffs, white frost covered every surface and parts of the sky had started to take a violet tinge. No Castiel. The parking lot was empty except for the three cars. No other buildings were near because this motel was about 10 minutes from the actual town so Deans surroundings felt solitary - of course it being 5am on a Sunday played a part in that too.
The hunter had slowly walked towards the backside of the motel as he noticed the tracks. He followed their general direction with his eyes and knew where he would find the Angel. Behind the motel there was a lake surrounded by trees. White frost making the scenery look as if directly taken from a postcard. Serenity, harmony, tranquility - no he did not think that girly thoughts. But Castiel would. Hugging himself - because, damn, it was cold! - he slowly followed the lonesome tracks down to the lake. The frozen grass was slippery and Dean had to be careful but eventually the ground changed to gravel. He had reached the shore. Where was that damn Angel? He only wanted to ensure his friend was all right before returning to the warm room and snuggling under his cozy blanket again to sleep at least another 5 hours! But on the small stones surrounding the lake there no longer were visible tracks.
When the sun eventually started raising, the sky coloured in purple, pink and violet, Dean finally spotted a lonesome figure. Castiel was standing in the water his clothes neatly folded lying on a stack on the gravel. The Angel was naked. In the water. In the freezing water. Involuntarily Dean shivered harder. While Dean approached Castiel was wading farther inside the lake until the icy waters had reached his stomach. Dean was about to holler for his crazy friend, make him leave the lake before he either caught pneumonia or some innocent passerby got a good look at Angel junk as suddenly blinding light erupted from Castiel's back. The hunter had to avert his eyes for a moment and when he dared to look again he saw feathers - a hell of a lot of feathers! Castiel's wings were... strange. They were definitely wings but the feathers were made of pure light, translucent and glowing in a thousand different shades of light. And they were huge. Dean had caught a glimpse back then at the barren but seeing not only their shadow now his suspicion was confirmed. Castiel's wingspan was easily more than six meters.
Carefully the Angel folded his wings back so they were partly under water. Dean had expected the water to start sizzling and vaporizing but nothing happened. Slowly Castiel ducked more and more into the icy water and while the astonished hunter watched the Angel started swimming. He thought physically Castiel should not be able to move like that with those huge wings partly unfolded but it was as if the Angel was flying under water. Dean viewed the spectacle slack-jawed while the sun entirely rose and slowly a few lonesome birds began chirping.
About fifteen minutes later the Angel apparently had enough of swimming in the lake and returned to Dean. Without any trace of shame or discomfort Castiel left the water and walked slowly to Dean who was still standing next to the pile of clothes. The Angel's skin was pale and blueish, goosebumps covering the entire body. With a flash of light the wings were gone and Castiel dry. Somehow Dean could not avert his eyes studied the naked form of his friend because hello? Freezing water? Castiel was shivering but even less than the hunter was.
"Don't you think its a bit cool for swimming today?"
"It is. But the water was still very appealing."
"As is the shower in our room."
"I will give it try as soon as we are back."
"That's a good idea. And if you've caught a cold don't come whining for pity." Of course Dean knew he would look after the Angel as he would look after Sam - regardless of his stupid little swimming trip. "And now dress. I don't want anyone to arrest us." Damn Angel, he thought with a secret smile tugging at his lips. If you haven't voted for whom you want Castiel to team up with in Vi veri veniversum vivus vici you still can cast your vote!
And there still are free prompt spots if you want me to write a story or make an icon or stuff like that :)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel, Dean
Spoilers: none
Warnings: freezing cold water
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: Prompt by downfall35: Castiel's first time swimming
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #05 (the in the story described scenery)
AN: downfall35's prompt went so perfectly with this picture and now I'm cold *shivers*
~ Still waters run cool ~
When Dean woke up it took him a few moments to notice something was wrong. Sam was snoring on the next bed oblivious to the world in general. The old radiator was gurgling and somewhere in the motel he could hear a toilet being flushed. Dean turned his head looking the other direction. Gray light was shining through the curtains illuminating the empty cot. Castiel was gone. Groaning the older Winchester sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was 5 o'clock in the morning. The sun would rise in about half an hour. It was freezing cold outside and they had driven all night before crashing around 2 or 3 am at this crappy motel. Dean really did not want to go outside looking for Castiel. But he knew he would not be able to fall asleep again worried with thousand things on his mind that could have happened to his friend.
It really was cold outside. The chilly air made Dean finally awake in an instant. He could see his breath in icy puffs, white frost covered every surface and parts of the sky had started to take a violet tinge. No Castiel. The parking lot was empty except for the three cars. No other buildings were near because this motel was about 10 minutes from the actual town so Deans surroundings felt solitary - of course it being 5am on a Sunday played a part in that too.
The hunter had slowly walked towards the backside of the motel as he noticed the tracks. He followed their general direction with his eyes and knew where he would find the Angel. Behind the motel there was a lake surrounded by trees. White frost making the scenery look as if directly taken from a postcard. Serenity, harmony, tranquility - no he did not think that girly thoughts. But Castiel would. Hugging himself - because, damn, it was cold! - he slowly followed the lonesome tracks down to the lake. The frozen grass was slippery and Dean had to be careful but eventually the ground changed to gravel. He had reached the shore. Where was that damn Angel? He only wanted to ensure his friend was all right before returning to the warm room and snuggling under his cozy blanket again to sleep at least another 5 hours! But on the small stones surrounding the lake there no longer were visible tracks.
When the sun eventually started raising, the sky coloured in purple, pink and violet, Dean finally spotted a lonesome figure. Castiel was standing in the water his clothes neatly folded lying on a stack on the gravel. The Angel was naked. In the water. In the freezing water. Involuntarily Dean shivered harder. While Dean approached Castiel was wading farther inside the lake until the icy waters had reached his stomach. Dean was about to holler for his crazy friend, make him leave the lake before he either caught pneumonia or some innocent passerby got a good look at Angel junk as suddenly blinding light erupted from Castiel's back. The hunter had to avert his eyes for a moment and when he dared to look again he saw feathers - a hell of a lot of feathers! Castiel's wings were... strange. They were definitely wings but the feathers were made of pure light, translucent and glowing in a thousand different shades of light. And they were huge. Dean had caught a glimpse back then at the barren but seeing not only their shadow now his suspicion was confirmed. Castiel's wingspan was easily more than six meters.
Carefully the Angel folded his wings back so they were partly under water. Dean had expected the water to start sizzling and vaporizing but nothing happened. Slowly Castiel ducked more and more into the icy water and while the astonished hunter watched the Angel started swimming. He thought physically Castiel should not be able to move like that with those huge wings partly unfolded but it was as if the Angel was flying under water. Dean viewed the spectacle slack-jawed while the sun entirely rose and slowly a few lonesome birds began chirping.
About fifteen minutes later the Angel apparently had enough of swimming in the lake and returned to Dean. Without any trace of shame or discomfort Castiel left the water and walked slowly to Dean who was still standing next to the pile of clothes. The Angel's skin was pale and blueish, goosebumps covering the entire body. With a flash of light the wings were gone and Castiel dry. Somehow Dean could not avert his eyes studied the naked form of his friend because hello? Freezing water? Castiel was shivering but even less than the hunter was.
"Don't you think its a bit cool for swimming today?"
"It is. But the water was still very appealing."
"As is the shower in our room."
"I will give it try as soon as we are back."
"That's a good idea. And if you've caught a cold don't come whining for pity." Of course Dean knew he would look after the Angel as he would look after Sam - regardless of his stupid little swimming trip. "And now dress. I don't want anyone to arrest us." Damn Angel, he thought with a secret smile tugging at his lips. If you haven't voted for whom you want Castiel to team up with in Vi veri veniversum vivus vici you still can cast your vote!
And there still are free prompt spots if you want me to write a story or make an icon or stuff like that :)