An Even Newer Testament (1/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 1)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Domestic, Fluff, Romance
Word Count: ~2000
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean and Cas try to get some alone time, but they get interrupted when a new and interested case gets brought to their attention.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith first. I’m trying to briefly summarize any relevant parts.
Sam and Dean were standing over an open grave watching a set of bones burn when Dean’s cell phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw Castiel’s name on the screen. Sam could tell who it was just by the look on his brother’s face. He thought it was cute how Dean let his macho façade down when it came to the angel. Sometimes Sam doubted he even knew he was doing it, but actually made it even more adorable.
“Hey, we’re just off I-10 about thirty miles north of Great Falls. You coming down?” He looked over at Sam as the angel talked on the other end of the line and reached into his pocket for his keys. “Ok, see you soon,” he said and shut his phone. He tossed Sam his keys. “Looks like I’m going to take Angel Air home later.”
Castiel came out of the clearing in front of them and approached the edge of the grave. He peered inside and quirked an eyebrow. “Who are you burning?”
“Some woman who’s been haunting the local nursing home,” Dean said, walking around the hole in the ground to stand next to Cas. “Pretty typical haunting. How’s the whole Heaven thing going?”
“Demanding,” Cas sighed. The angel looked physically tired, which Dean knew couldn’t be a good thing.
“Trouble upstairs?”
“Not exactly. It’s just… taxing.”
Dean stood shoulder to shoulder with Castiel as they watched the last embers burn in the pit in front of them. The angel sighed again and looked over at Dean. “I would very much like a quiet evening on Earth. Would you mind accompanying me?”
“I was counting on it,” Dean said before he glanced over at his brother. “See you later Sammy.”
Sam nodded and Dean flew away with his angel.
-
Cas flew them to an abandoned hunting shack deep in the Catskills. The single room wooden cabin had become their getaway destination. Dean wasn’t sure how Cas found the location, but the layer of dust on every surface indicated the place had been vacant for quite some time. Though he hadn’t actually stepped foot outside of it yet, he could tell they were relatively isolated. Out the windows he could see nothing but trees and mountains for miles.
His first instinct was the slam the angel up against a wall and start undressing him, but something told him that wasn’t what was needed at the moment. Perhaps it was the term ‘quiet evening’ that made him hesitate. When they had sex it was anything, but quiet. Their first time resulted in all of Bobby’s windows shattering and Dean’s eardrums bursting.
When Cas sat down on the bed Dean knew his intuition was right. “What’s wrong?’
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.
Dean sat next to him on the bed. “Tough shit. What’s wrong?”
Cas laughed a little. It was times like these he remember why he loved the hunter. “What I mean to say is that I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want a… vacation. I’ll tell you in the morning.”
Dean reluctantly agreed and put an arm around the angel’s shoulder. “Fine, but if you get whisked away by Heaven in the middle of the night, you can except a flood of angry prayers from me because that’s bull.”
“I won’t be ‘whisked’ away. I’ve specifically asked not to be disturbed for the next 24 hours.”
“You can do that?”
“I can do a lot of things, Dean,” Cas smirked. “I’m still tuned into the Host, however. If there is an emergency I will have to leave, but I don’t believe that there will be.”
“Fine, ok, that’s fair,” he said. For a moment they sat in silence. “So I take it that means things have been pretty calm up there lately?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” Cas snapped. He immediately regretted his harsh tone when Dean backed away slightly. “I’m sorry. I’m just… tired.”
“That’s never a good sign. Not for you anyway.” Dean reclaimed his space at the angel’s side and gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“I know.”
They shared another quiet moment before Castiel moved to make himself comfortable. He’d gotten into the habit of sleeping in his dress shirt and underwear since he didn’t own any appropriate night attire. Dean usually didn’t even bother with the shirt and tended to go in just his boxers. But it was approaching winter and the cabin didn’t have any heating, so Dean left on his t-shirt on this particular night. They snuggled together under the sheets and fell asleep.
-
Sam arrived at Bobby’s just past midnight and was surprised to see him still awake. The older hunter was washing when Sam came in through the front door. He gave a warning shout so Bobby didn’t greet him with a gun to the face and made his way towards the kitchen.
“Where’s Dean?” the older hunter asked as he took a towel to the last plate.
“With Cas,” Sam said, taking a seat at the table. “And no, I have no idea where they go.”
“Didja finish the salt and burn in Montana?”
“Yep,” Sam said. He slouched down in the chair to relax and enjoy the first break he’d had in several days.
“Good,” Bobby said as he grabbed a stack of papers off the counter. He dropped them on the table in front of Sam. “Here’s another case.”
Sam just stared at the papers for a moment and sighed. He reached out and pulled the papers towards him. He read the headline out loud. “’Local Boy Dreams of Future.’ Seriously?”
“Keep readin’,” Bobby said as he joined him at the table.
“’A family in Phoenicia claims that their twelve year old son had a dream about the explosion that rocked San Francisco two weeks ago before the event actually occurred.’ Wait, that’s the case we just got off of last week.” Bobby nodded his head and gestured for him to continue reading. “’The boy woke up in the middle of the night and described the nightmare to his parents. Days later they read the same story in the headlines…’” Sam looked back at Bobby. “There are dozens of different reasons that someone could be having dreams about the future.”
“Exactly. What’s his reason?”
Sam set the papers down and rubbed his eyes. “Ok, as soon as Dean gets back we’ll head out. I don’t think he has cell service wherever he is. I tried calling him last time and he didn’t pick up.’
“Maybe he was ‘busy.’” They both cringed at the emphasis on the word ‘busy.’ They were both very happy for Dean, but neither one of them wanted to picture him in the throws of passion with his angel boyfriend. Bobby stood up. “I’m going to get to bed. Wake me up before you leave tomorrow so I can help you restock.”
“Ok, sure. Good night Bobby.”
Sam finished reading the rest of the article and then retired to the downstairs guest room. A psychic kid wasn’t usually something they’d investigate, but this kid had dreamed about them. They were involved in this case whether they wanted to be or not.
-
For once Dean woke up ahead of Cas. He’d become so use to the angel essentially ‘sleeping’ to appease him he didn’t realize it could be any other way. He hadn’t seen Cas snore since before Sam took his swan dive into the box and he’d forgotten just how damned cute it was.
He carefully slid out of bed and took a look out the window. The sun was rising just out the front door, which meant their little love shack had to be facing east. That didn’t help him know where they were. It was a testament for how much he trusted Castiel that he let him fly him way out to the middle of nowhere on a regular basis. But Dean was a curious person and he had to take a better look at his surroundings.
He slipped on his pants, knowing that the crisp morning air would feel like knives on his skin, and tip toed to the door. He opened it slowly and slipped outside. Dean immediately regretted not putting on shoes. The air was even colder than he thought it’d be. But he took a few steps away from the door in spite of the pain and took in his surroundings.
The cabin had a tiny porch with two small wooden chairs. A small set of stairs led down to a clearing in the forest and he could see a stone fire pit and metal barbeque. Whoever owned this place had a pretty sweet set up. The cabin itself was in a small clearing, but the forest around them was dense and his initial assumption was correct. They were pretty damn isolated.
Dean felt Castiel materialize right next to him. They were so close their shoulders touched. The hunter would have jumped if he weren’t so use to him popping in and out all over the place. “What are you doing out here?” the angel asked
“I wanted to see where we were,” he said, looking over at him. Castiel was still in his dress shirt and underwear. “Jeez, just looking at you makes me cold.” Cas tilted his head, but Dean just shook it off and continued with what he was saying. “Where are we anyway?”
“I told you that we were in the Catskills.”
“Yeah, but where exactly? Let’s say worst case scenario I needed to get out of here without your help, which way would I go?”
Cas had to admire the way the hunter thought. “There is a small town nine miles beyond that ridge,” he said as he gestured off in the distance.
“Good to know.” Castiel put his arm around the hunter to help warm him up. They turned and walked back inside the cabin. As soon as the door shut behind them Dean began to speak. “So it’s morning. Time to tell me what’s up with you.”
Castiel sighed and lay back down on the bed. Dean joined him and exploited the opportunity to leech some of his body heat. “I’m simply overwhelmed by my duties. I haven’t felt physical exhaustion since I was mortal,” he said, running his hand up and down Dean’s back. “We are in an era that wasn’t suppose to exist.”
“As far as I’m concerned that’s a good thing, because what was suppose to happen sucked ass.”
“I agree that it ‘sucked ass,’ but the amount of responsibility I have now is enormous. Not even Michael had the responsibility that I now find myself with. Whatever happens from here on is dependent on us.”
“Us,” Dean repeated, not quite sure he understood what he meant by that. “You mean ‘you.’ I don’t have much to do with Heaven’s business.”
“You have more of an influence than you might believe.”
Dean lifted his head to look Castiel in the eyes. “How so?”
“You have an influence on me,” he said, eyes locked on the hunters. It sent chills down Dean’s spine to think of it like that. He undeniably had an affect on the angel and he wasn’t sure why he deserved the honor. “I thought you had moved past that type of self doubt, Dean.”
“I don’t like it when you use your mind reading for evil purposes,” Dean frowned. Castiel laughed and pulled him closer. “But it sounds like you are the one getting all self-doubty right now. I thought you were over it too?”
“You have a point,” the angel said. He suddenly looked distracted and held up his figure to halt their conversation.
When he dropped his finger Dean spoke. “Angel Radio?”
“No, it’s your brother. He was praying. We should get dressed and go to him.”
“Somehow Sammy manages to cockblock me from thousands of miles away.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Dean said, sliding out of bed and away from Castiel’s warmth.
The pair got dressed and Castiel zapped them out of the cabin.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Domestic, Fluff, Romance
Word Count: ~2000
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean and Cas try to get some alone time, but they get interrupted when a new and interested case gets brought to their attention.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith first. I’m trying to briefly summarize any relevant parts.
Sam and Dean were standing over an open grave watching a set of bones burn when Dean’s cell phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw Castiel’s name on the screen. Sam could tell who it was just by the look on his brother’s face. He thought it was cute how Dean let his macho façade down when it came to the angel. Sometimes Sam doubted he even knew he was doing it, but actually made it even more adorable.
“Hey, we’re just off I-10 about thirty miles north of Great Falls. You coming down?” He looked over at Sam as the angel talked on the other end of the line and reached into his pocket for his keys. “Ok, see you soon,” he said and shut his phone. He tossed Sam his keys. “Looks like I’m going to take Angel Air home later.”
Castiel came out of the clearing in front of them and approached the edge of the grave. He peered inside and quirked an eyebrow. “Who are you burning?”
“Some woman who’s been haunting the local nursing home,” Dean said, walking around the hole in the ground to stand next to Cas. “Pretty typical haunting. How’s the whole Heaven thing going?”
“Demanding,” Cas sighed. The angel looked physically tired, which Dean knew couldn’t be a good thing.
“Trouble upstairs?”
“Not exactly. It’s just… taxing.”
Dean stood shoulder to shoulder with Castiel as they watched the last embers burn in the pit in front of them. The angel sighed again and looked over at Dean. “I would very much like a quiet evening on Earth. Would you mind accompanying me?”
“I was counting on it,” Dean said before he glanced over at his brother. “See you later Sammy.”
Sam nodded and Dean flew away with his angel.
-
Cas flew them to an abandoned hunting shack deep in the Catskills. The single room wooden cabin had become their getaway destination. Dean wasn’t sure how Cas found the location, but the layer of dust on every surface indicated the place had been vacant for quite some time. Though he hadn’t actually stepped foot outside of it yet, he could tell they were relatively isolated. Out the windows he could see nothing but trees and mountains for miles.
His first instinct was the slam the angel up against a wall and start undressing him, but something told him that wasn’t what was needed at the moment. Perhaps it was the term ‘quiet evening’ that made him hesitate. When they had sex it was anything, but quiet. Their first time resulted in all of Bobby’s windows shattering and Dean’s eardrums bursting.
When Cas sat down on the bed Dean knew his intuition was right. “What’s wrong?’
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.
Dean sat next to him on the bed. “Tough shit. What’s wrong?”
Cas laughed a little. It was times like these he remember why he loved the hunter. “What I mean to say is that I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want a… vacation. I’ll tell you in the morning.”
Dean reluctantly agreed and put an arm around the angel’s shoulder. “Fine, but if you get whisked away by Heaven in the middle of the night, you can except a flood of angry prayers from me because that’s bull.”
“I won’t be ‘whisked’ away. I’ve specifically asked not to be disturbed for the next 24 hours.”
“You can do that?”
“I can do a lot of things, Dean,” Cas smirked. “I’m still tuned into the Host, however. If there is an emergency I will have to leave, but I don’t believe that there will be.”
“Fine, ok, that’s fair,” he said. For a moment they sat in silence. “So I take it that means things have been pretty calm up there lately?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” Cas snapped. He immediately regretted his harsh tone when Dean backed away slightly. “I’m sorry. I’m just… tired.”
“That’s never a good sign. Not for you anyway.” Dean reclaimed his space at the angel’s side and gave his shoulder a squeeze.
“I know.”
They shared another quiet moment before Castiel moved to make himself comfortable. He’d gotten into the habit of sleeping in his dress shirt and underwear since he didn’t own any appropriate night attire. Dean usually didn’t even bother with the shirt and tended to go in just his boxers. But it was approaching winter and the cabin didn’t have any heating, so Dean left on his t-shirt on this particular night. They snuggled together under the sheets and fell asleep.
-
Sam arrived at Bobby’s just past midnight and was surprised to see him still awake. The older hunter was washing when Sam came in through the front door. He gave a warning shout so Bobby didn’t greet him with a gun to the face and made his way towards the kitchen.
“Where’s Dean?” the older hunter asked as he took a towel to the last plate.
“With Cas,” Sam said, taking a seat at the table. “And no, I have no idea where they go.”
“Didja finish the salt and burn in Montana?”
“Yep,” Sam said. He slouched down in the chair to relax and enjoy the first break he’d had in several days.
“Good,” Bobby said as he grabbed a stack of papers off the counter. He dropped them on the table in front of Sam. “Here’s another case.”
Sam just stared at the papers for a moment and sighed. He reached out and pulled the papers towards him. He read the headline out loud. “’Local Boy Dreams of Future.’ Seriously?”
“Keep readin’,” Bobby said as he joined him at the table.
“’A family in Phoenicia claims that their twelve year old son had a dream about the explosion that rocked San Francisco two weeks ago before the event actually occurred.’ Wait, that’s the case we just got off of last week.” Bobby nodded his head and gestured for him to continue reading. “’The boy woke up in the middle of the night and described the nightmare to his parents. Days later they read the same story in the headlines…’” Sam looked back at Bobby. “There are dozens of different reasons that someone could be having dreams about the future.”
“Exactly. What’s his reason?”
Sam set the papers down and rubbed his eyes. “Ok, as soon as Dean gets back we’ll head out. I don’t think he has cell service wherever he is. I tried calling him last time and he didn’t pick up.’
“Maybe he was ‘busy.’” They both cringed at the emphasis on the word ‘busy.’ They were both very happy for Dean, but neither one of them wanted to picture him in the throws of passion with his angel boyfriend. Bobby stood up. “I’m going to get to bed. Wake me up before you leave tomorrow so I can help you restock.”
“Ok, sure. Good night Bobby.”
Sam finished reading the rest of the article and then retired to the downstairs guest room. A psychic kid wasn’t usually something they’d investigate, but this kid had dreamed about them. They were involved in this case whether they wanted to be or not.
-
For once Dean woke up ahead of Cas. He’d become so use to the angel essentially ‘sleeping’ to appease him he didn’t realize it could be any other way. He hadn’t seen Cas snore since before Sam took his swan dive into the box and he’d forgotten just how damned cute it was.
He carefully slid out of bed and took a look out the window. The sun was rising just out the front door, which meant their little love shack had to be facing east. That didn’t help him know where they were. It was a testament for how much he trusted Castiel that he let him fly him way out to the middle of nowhere on a regular basis. But Dean was a curious person and he had to take a better look at his surroundings.
He slipped on his pants, knowing that the crisp morning air would feel like knives on his skin, and tip toed to the door. He opened it slowly and slipped outside. Dean immediately regretted not putting on shoes. The air was even colder than he thought it’d be. But he took a few steps away from the door in spite of the pain and took in his surroundings.
The cabin had a tiny porch with two small wooden chairs. A small set of stairs led down to a clearing in the forest and he could see a stone fire pit and metal barbeque. Whoever owned this place had a pretty sweet set up. The cabin itself was in a small clearing, but the forest around them was dense and his initial assumption was correct. They were pretty damn isolated.
Dean felt Castiel materialize right next to him. They were so close their shoulders touched. The hunter would have jumped if he weren’t so use to him popping in and out all over the place. “What are you doing out here?” the angel asked
“I wanted to see where we were,” he said, looking over at him. Castiel was still in his dress shirt and underwear. “Jeez, just looking at you makes me cold.” Cas tilted his head, but Dean just shook it off and continued with what he was saying. “Where are we anyway?”
“I told you that we were in the Catskills.”
“Yeah, but where exactly? Let’s say worst case scenario I needed to get out of here without your help, which way would I go?”
Cas had to admire the way the hunter thought. “There is a small town nine miles beyond that ridge,” he said as he gestured off in the distance.
“Good to know.” Castiel put his arm around the hunter to help warm him up. They turned and walked back inside the cabin. As soon as the door shut behind them Dean began to speak. “So it’s morning. Time to tell me what’s up with you.”
Castiel sighed and lay back down on the bed. Dean joined him and exploited the opportunity to leech some of his body heat. “I’m simply overwhelmed by my duties. I haven’t felt physical exhaustion since I was mortal,” he said, running his hand up and down Dean’s back. “We are in an era that wasn’t suppose to exist.”
“As far as I’m concerned that’s a good thing, because what was suppose to happen sucked ass.”
“I agree that it ‘sucked ass,’ but the amount of responsibility I have now is enormous. Not even Michael had the responsibility that I now find myself with. Whatever happens from here on is dependent on us.”
“Us,” Dean repeated, not quite sure he understood what he meant by that. “You mean ‘you.’ I don’t have much to do with Heaven’s business.”
“You have more of an influence than you might believe.”
Dean lifted his head to look Castiel in the eyes. “How so?”
“You have an influence on me,” he said, eyes locked on the hunters. It sent chills down Dean’s spine to think of it like that. He undeniably had an affect on the angel and he wasn’t sure why he deserved the honor. “I thought you had moved past that type of self doubt, Dean.”
“I don’t like it when you use your mind reading for evil purposes,” Dean frowned. Castiel laughed and pulled him closer. “But it sounds like you are the one getting all self-doubty right now. I thought you were over it too?”
“You have a point,” the angel said. He suddenly looked distracted and held up his figure to halt their conversation.
When he dropped his finger Dean spoke. “Angel Radio?”
“No, it’s your brother. He was praying. We should get dressed and go to him.”
“Somehow Sammy manages to cockblock me from thousands of miles away.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Dean said, sliding out of bed and away from Castiel’s warmth.
The pair got dressed and Castiel zapped them out of the cabin.