Flock, 5 of 10
Title: Flock, 5 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.
Cas finishes the library a little before spring. Dean only knows this because he comes out of the bedroom one morning and his desk is gone. He goes down the hall to complain but stops behind Abe’s playpen.
The library is breathtaking.
It’s all blues and dark wood with glass doors in front of the shelves. There’s a world map spread above his desk, something yellowed and ancient. A rack of scrolls sits under a window that Dean didn’t even know was there. Hell, for all he knows Gabriel put it in.
Castiel is leaning over his desk, which is ridiculously organized, writing notes in a thick notebook that Dean hasn’t seen before.
His complaining dies down to an, “Umm...” because, this wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.
Castiel straightens and turns. The morning sun makes the edges of the angels dark hair glow and he’s in a rumpled white button down and pair of dark slacks. His feet are bare and Dean realizes he’s never noticed before just how good Castiel looks.
The angel is frowning at him and shit, he’s staring.
“You moved my desk,” he blurts and he remembers he used to be better at this talking thing.
“I believed you would appreciate using the dining room for it’s intended purpose.” Castiel replies way more smoothly than Dean.
“I’d need a table for that,” Dean snarks.
“I believe Gabriel is building you one,” Castiel turns back to his notebook, “along with several chairs.”
So that’s what that noise was. Dean scoots around Abe who’s curled in a ball under one of Dean’s shirts. He’s not sure what he’s gonna say but he stops behind Cas, looking over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks, because Cas is writing in Enochian. Long flowing script that’s forming a pattern Dean doesn’t recognize.
“I am keeping busy.” Castiel answers making Dean wince.
Shit.
“Umm, about that...” Dean hopes Cas read his mind because if Gabriel said anything he was gonna kill him.
Castiel turns and Dean realizes just how up in the angels personal space he’d gotten. “Do you honestly believe you’re the first person to have tried?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Dean scratches the back of his neck because well, wanting someone to keep busy so they don’t lay down and die is one thing but having them know about it is well...
“Awkward,” Castiel finishes.
“Do we need to have a conversation about reading my mind?” Dean frowns.
“Will it be as futile as the cuddling conversation?” Castiel crosses his arms over his chest and he so learned that from Dean.
“Are you mad?” Dean asks.
“Do you wish for me to continue?”
Dean swallows, because those blue eyes are looking right at him. He doesn’t know what Cas is talking about, continue what? Talking? Working on the library?
“Yes,” Dean answers because whatever it is, it’s yes.
“Alright,” Castiel nods as he turns quietly back to his book leaving Dean wondering what question he just answered.
Part Six
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.
Cas finishes the library a little before spring. Dean only knows this because he comes out of the bedroom one morning and his desk is gone. He goes down the hall to complain but stops behind Abe’s playpen.
The library is breathtaking.
It’s all blues and dark wood with glass doors in front of the shelves. There’s a world map spread above his desk, something yellowed and ancient. A rack of scrolls sits under a window that Dean didn’t even know was there. Hell, for all he knows Gabriel put it in.
Castiel is leaning over his desk, which is ridiculously organized, writing notes in a thick notebook that Dean hasn’t seen before.
His complaining dies down to an, “Umm...” because, this wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.
Castiel straightens and turns. The morning sun makes the edges of the angels dark hair glow and he’s in a rumpled white button down and pair of dark slacks. His feet are bare and Dean realizes he’s never noticed before just how good Castiel looks.
The angel is frowning at him and shit, he’s staring.
“You moved my desk,” he blurts and he remembers he used to be better at this talking thing.
“I believed you would appreciate using the dining room for it’s intended purpose.” Castiel replies way more smoothly than Dean.
“I’d need a table for that,” Dean snarks.
“I believe Gabriel is building you one,” Castiel turns back to his notebook, “along with several chairs.”
So that’s what that noise was. Dean scoots around Abe who’s curled in a ball under one of Dean’s shirts. He’s not sure what he’s gonna say but he stops behind Cas, looking over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks, because Cas is writing in Enochian. Long flowing script that’s forming a pattern Dean doesn’t recognize.
“I am keeping busy.” Castiel answers making Dean wince.
Shit.
“Umm, about that...” Dean hopes Cas read his mind because if Gabriel said anything he was gonna kill him.
Castiel turns and Dean realizes just how up in the angels personal space he’d gotten. “Do you honestly believe you’re the first person to have tried?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Dean scratches the back of his neck because well, wanting someone to keep busy so they don’t lay down and die is one thing but having them know about it is well...
“Awkward,” Castiel finishes.
“Do we need to have a conversation about reading my mind?” Dean frowns.
“Will it be as futile as the cuddling conversation?” Castiel crosses his arms over his chest and he so learned that from Dean.
“Are you mad?” Dean asks.
“Do you wish for me to continue?”
Dean swallows, because those blue eyes are looking right at him. He doesn’t know what Cas is talking about, continue what? Talking? Working on the library?
“Yes,” Dean answers because whatever it is, it’s yes.
“Alright,” Castiel nods as he turns quietly back to his book leaving Dean wondering what question he just answered.
Part Six