Flock, 2 of 10
Title: Flock, 2 of 10
Second part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Eventually Gabriel/Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries, loss of a partner.
Summary: Dean’s adjusting to living with angels. Now if only he could get Cas out of his bed and off his mind.
It took Dean a week to figure out that Cas could talk. He just didn’t. He walked through the house like everything scared him. It was a strange comparison to Gabriel who wouldn’t shut up and wanted to know, taste, see, touch everything. Dean wasn’t going get in the middle of anything nerdy after living with Sam for so long, so he pretty much just let the angel go.
So Gabriel does whatever he wants, Dean does his fucking job, and Abe sleeps, eats, and gets into shit.
Castiel just walks around the house like a ghost.
Dean lives with this for a month before he corners Gabriel out on the porch.
“So, what’s Cas’ whole deal?”
“Deal?” Gabriel has been to a hardware store with who knows what money, and is out on the porch attempting something he read on the internet. Dean thinks it’s best to not ask questions.
“He doesn’t talk. He just stares at me or Abe and crawls into my bed. It’s getting kind of creepy, I figured he’d ease up by now.” Dean is trying to not fidget.
“It isn’t you.” Gabriel says without looking up from his various bits of wood and Dean cringes.
Angels are sensitive, they read minds, and Gabriel hates to beat around the bush.
“Well, what the fuck is it then?” Dean asks because two could play that game.
Gabriel gives him the ‘I don’t wanna tell you’ look and Dean counters with the ‘It’s my fucking house’ look and the angel swallows.
“He’s-” and then Gabriel says a word that isn’t English and Dean has never heard before.
“You know I don’t know what that is.” Dean rubs his hand over his face because he didn’t think it was gonna be this hard. He figured he was gonna get a ‘my brother hates Earth’ and that was that.
“It’s like grieving.” Gabriel finally says as he digs through a plastic bag and pointedly doesn’t look at Dean.
“It’s like grieving? What the hell happened, Gabriel? And don’t ask me to ask him.”
Gabriel takes a deep breath and glares at Dean. “His mate was killed in battle last year before Abdiel hatched. Most angels don’t survive the loss. But Castiel still had Abdiel so...”
“He’s going through the motions.” Dean finishes.
“I thought he would die if we didn’t find Abdiel.” Gabriel sighs and for the first time Dean sees just how hard he’s been working to hold everything together.
Dean lies in bed that night thinking. He’s by himself but he gives it an hour before Abe starts fussing and Castiel hovers in the doorway until Dean yells at him to stop being a creeper and get over here.
It’s pretty much the only time Cas pays attention to him. Or to anything that isn’t Abe.
Dean remembers how Dad was after Mom died. He remembers how much he hated it. How much it affected the whole family.
The whole flock.
Part Three
Second part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Eventually Gabriel/Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries, loss of a partner.
Summary: Dean’s adjusting to living with angels. Now if only he could get Cas out of his bed and off his mind.
It took Dean a week to figure out that Cas could talk. He just didn’t. He walked through the house like everything scared him. It was a strange comparison to Gabriel who wouldn’t shut up and wanted to know, taste, see, touch everything. Dean wasn’t going get in the middle of anything nerdy after living with Sam for so long, so he pretty much just let the angel go.
So Gabriel does whatever he wants, Dean does his fucking job, and Abe sleeps, eats, and gets into shit.
Castiel just walks around the house like a ghost.
Dean lives with this for a month before he corners Gabriel out on the porch.
“So, what’s Cas’ whole deal?”
“Deal?” Gabriel has been to a hardware store with who knows what money, and is out on the porch attempting something he read on the internet. Dean thinks it’s best to not ask questions.
“He doesn’t talk. He just stares at me or Abe and crawls into my bed. It’s getting kind of creepy, I figured he’d ease up by now.” Dean is trying to not fidget.
“It isn’t you.” Gabriel says without looking up from his various bits of wood and Dean cringes.
Angels are sensitive, they read minds, and Gabriel hates to beat around the bush.
“Well, what the fuck is it then?” Dean asks because two could play that game.
Gabriel gives him the ‘I don’t wanna tell you’ look and Dean counters with the ‘It’s my fucking house’ look and the angel swallows.
“He’s-” and then Gabriel says a word that isn’t English and Dean has never heard before.
“You know I don’t know what that is.” Dean rubs his hand over his face because he didn’t think it was gonna be this hard. He figured he was gonna get a ‘my brother hates Earth’ and that was that.
“It’s like grieving.” Gabriel finally says as he digs through a plastic bag and pointedly doesn’t look at Dean.
“It’s like grieving? What the hell happened, Gabriel? And don’t ask me to ask him.”
Gabriel takes a deep breath and glares at Dean. “His mate was killed in battle last year before Abdiel hatched. Most angels don’t survive the loss. But Castiel still had Abdiel so...”
“He’s going through the motions.” Dean finishes.
“I thought he would die if we didn’t find Abdiel.” Gabriel sighs and for the first time Dean sees just how hard he’s been working to hold everything together.
Dean lies in bed that night thinking. He’s by himself but he gives it an hour before Abe starts fussing and Castiel hovers in the doorway until Dean yells at him to stop being a creeper and get over here.
It’s pretty much the only time Cas pays attention to him. Or to anything that isn’t Abe.
Dean remembers how Dad was after Mom died. He remembers how much he hated it. How much it affected the whole family.
The whole flock.
Part Three