An Even Newer Testament (6/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 6)Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1890
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean enjoys a peaceful morning with Castiel at their cabin in the woods. Then the hunter has to explain his new status as a monster magnet to Sam and Bobby.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe.
A/N2: I have a severe amount of writers block with this story. If I don't get inspiration soon I may have to put it on the backburner for a while.
Dean watched the sunrise from the porch of the cabin. Castiel was once again still asleep and Dean wondered if he should be concerned with his increasingly human behavior or see it as a blessing. The angel always had a soft spot for humans that didn’t seem to be common amongst his brothers, but he was an archangel now. Surely he had better things to do that sleep in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with his human lover. But Dean enjoyed his company too much to say anything about it and he figured it was a topic worth dropping for now.
The more pressing matter was his current situation as the most wanted man to the monsters of the world. It was going to make his job a lot more complicating when the monsters were hunting him at the same time.
Though it was beneficial having an angel on speed dial, he knew Castiel couldn’t always be there for him. As long as there were creatures that knew anti-angelic magic there would be vulnerability and Dean knew he was ultimately responsible for defending himself.
Castiel appeared beside him with a hot cup of coffee. Dean wondered if the kitchen was actually stocked now or if he’d flown into town for it.
“It is from a coffee shop in town,” the angel responded to his unspoken question. “They claimed it was the ‘best in town,’ though there didn’t appear to be much competition.”
Dean took a sip. It was ok. He enjoyed the warmth it provided more than anything. “Thanks.” He looked out over the landscape in front of them. “How far do those sigils cover exactly?”
“Just past the tree line. You can see most of them carved into the trees.”
“Most?”
“The ones covering the cabin are invisible to your eyes.” Dean didn’t need to ask for him to go on. Cas sensed his curiosity and elaborated for him. “The sigils on the walls are Enochian. They will keep every other angel besides me out.”
“Why do you need to keep angels away from me?”
“I don’t. At least not at the moment,” Castiel said as he leaned back and stretched her legs out across the steps. “Consider this cabin your panic room from every supernatural creature… except for me, of course.”
“It’d work a lot better as a panic room if I could get here without your help.”
“I’m working on a way to remedy that.” Dean was curious, but he wanted to move on and try to enjoy the rest of the morning.
They shared a quiet moment on the steps watching the sun rise above the trees. Dean took another sip of his coffee and looked over to Cas. The hunter was in awe of how beautiful his angel was in the dim orange morning light and for a moment he appeared to be glowing. When Castiel tore his gaze away from the sunrise Dean leaned in and kissed him. He didn’t have enough of these moments in his life.
When the kiss broke Dean wrapped his arm around Cas and turned his attention back to the sunrise. After a few minutes he spoke softly, hoping to keep the serene atmosphere while turning their attention to business.
“You know, we’re going to have to tell that woman what’s up with her son.”
“I know.” Castiel smirked and Dean raised an eyebrow.
“What’s got you so cocky?”
“It’s just that interfering with prophets in such a way use to be forbidden.”
“From the sound of it, a lot of shit use to be forbidden.”
“Exactly,” Cas said as he turned and locked eyes with Dean. “I will never understand why you doubt your influence on the workings of Heaven.”
“Because that’s up there. I’m down here.”
“And I go back and forth between the two. And you influence me while I’m here.”
Dean swallowed and looked away. He didn’t really want to admit the next bit of information out loud, but the angel could read his mind anyway so he figured he might as well just spill it. “I don’t want that kind of responsibility. I just got finished having the fate of the world depend on my choices. I just want… I just want to carry on with life without being so damned important.”
“But your influence is a good thing, Dean. It shouldn’t be a burden. My love should not be a burden…”
“Whoa whoa whoa, cut that shit out right now.” He took the angel by the face and forced eye contact again. “Your love could never, ever in a billion years be a ‘burden.’ It’s the most wonderful thing that’s happened to me since, well, ever. Don’t you ever fucking think I don’t want this relationship with every single fiber of my being.” Castiel nodded and Dean let his face go. “The problem is having the fate of the Earth rest on my shoulders again.”
“It doesn’t rest on your shoulders. There are no prophecies to fulfill. There is merely… us. Earth. Heaven. Angels. Humans. You still have your free will, Dean.”
“But how are you so sure these won’t completely fuck that up? You didn’t even know there were new prophets until a couple days ago.”
Cas sighed. “That is an accurate statement. But I will not allow free will to be taken from humanity yet again. I will die a thousand times before I will let that happen.”
“Well, you’ve already died twice for it, so…”
“Nine hundred and ninety eight more to go.” They both smiled. Dean trusted Cas. He trusted him more than he thought he was capable of trusting another. Humanity finally had an advocate in Heaven in a position to actually get shit done and for once Dean felt happy that he had a small part of it. And then it dawned on him that maybe that was the ‘influence’ the angel had been talking about. “Exactly,” the angel responded to his thoughts.
In that context it didn’t seem so bad.
-
When Dean reunited with his brother they set to work closing up the case. He explained the deal to Sam, who took the news with a surprising amount of acceptance. He wasn’t pleased with the idea of new prophecies either, but he let Dean explain the situation before reacting. He called Bobby and let him into the loop as well. What Dean didn’t tell them was that he was now target number one for monsters. He knew the topic would have to come up soon, preferably before they took on another case, but he wasn’t quite sure how to explain it just yet.
Mrs. Robertson wasn’t comforted by the answer for her son’s abilities. “We don’t even go to church,” she shouted.
“That’s not a requirement,” Dean said. “If it was I wouldn’t be involved in this crap either.”
“Well, what do we do? How do we deal with this?”
Dean looked from Mrs. Robertson to her son. “Do you write?”
“Uh, yeah,” Max said. “I’m not very good at it, but I can.”
“You should probably write down these visions. Or at least the ones that, you know, seem important.” Dean looked over at Sam, who was visibly uncomfortable with the idea of having their lives written down again. “I know what you’re thinking Sammy, but whatever they’re working on upstairs I’d rather be in the know. It’s mostly about me anyway, not you. So I make the call on this.” Dean looked back at Mrs. Robertson. “I’m sorry this is so much for you to handle, but if there is anything you need to talk to us about call. It doesn’t matter what time it is or how big of deal you think it is you call.”
-
Sam and Dean retreated back to the Bed and Breakfast to pack and move on. They figured they’d head on to Bobby’s and maybe get a few days down time before taking on another case. It’d also give Dean some time to think about a way of explaining the situation to the two hunters. Unfortunately Bobby chose to call Sam before they even checked out. When Sam answered to phone left his own room and went to Dean’s so that they could all talk together at the same time.
“I think we have a new case,” he said as he put the phone on speaker and set it on the dresser. Dean stopped packing his bag and approached the phone. “Ok, explain to Dean what you just explained to me.”
“We’ve got a couple ghouls in a town in Pennsylvania I figure you two could take care of since you’re out that way. It’s in a suburb of Philadelphia and I figure you two could be there before sun down.”
“Yeah sure,” Sam said as he moved to the pad of paper and pen on the desk. “What’s the town called?”
“Wait a minute,” Dean interrupted.
Sam paused and Bobby gruffly responded “what?”
“I need to talk to you guys about something before we do this.” Both Sam and Bobby were silent as they waited for Dean to continue. “Um, ok, this… thing I have with Cas-“
“Your relationship,” Sam supplied.
“Yeah, whatever. It’s sort of made me stand out, you know?”
“What the hell you talking about?” Bobby shouted.
“I’m… well… you see.” Dean paused for a moment. Despite having half a day to think about what to say he really didn’t know where to go from there.
“Spit it out, boy.”
Dean sighed. “I got attacked by a Skinwalker in the woods last night and Cas implied that might not be the only monster who suddenly interested in me.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked. “Why are monsters ‘interested’ in you? What’s that have to do with Castiel?”
“Angels and humans don’t get it on a lot.” Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s word choice. “Cas said I’m a ‘curiosity’ to them now. I’m not sure how safe it is to have me tag along.”
“Are you quitting this?” Sam asked. “You can’t just waltz away from this with a bunch of monsters after you. That’s stupid Dean.”
“Yeah, but we have enough bad guys on our hands without me being a magnet for them. I’m going to bring down your game.”
“No you aren’t. Haven’t you been paying attention these last few years? We work better together. No matter what, we are always stronger together.”
And Sam had a point. But Dean still hated the idea of being a live monster magnet around other people. “Things will be different, Sam. The cases are going to come to us.”
“That’s not exactly abnormal, Dean. Cases always come to us.”
“Well, it’s going to happen a lot more often.” Sam’s nostrils flared and he folded his arm. Why was everyone in Dean’s life so damn stubborn? “Fine, we’ll stick together. But I don’t think we should take on this case.”
“You’re the only guys I’ve got out eat, Dean. There ain’t many hunters left.”
And Bobby also had a point. Dean was defeated by the both of them and he was officially out of excuses. “Fine, whatever. I’ll go. But you guys needed to know what’s happening.”
When Sam and Bobby reassured him they were willing to move forward even with the new information they got the information they needed and carried on with their job.