An Even Newer Testament (4/?)
Title: An Even Newer Testament (part 4)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1600
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean and Cas wake up the next morning and make some epiphanies about the precognitive kid they've been investigating.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith first.
I need fluff. Thus this chapter exists. SO MUCH FLUFF. :/ And plot. Plot wrapped in fluff.
As Dean slowly began to wake up he became aware of his surroundings. Castiel was still latched onto his side and his hand was resting on the hunter’s chest. Somehow they’d ended up partially under the covers and he was grateful for that. Even with the space heater his toes would have probably been cold by the time he woke up. For a minute Dean debated going back to sleep and attempting to spend most of the day in the comfort of Cas’ arms, but the angel began to stir.
“Your brother prayed to me about ten minutes ago. He assumed correctly that you were with me and wanted you to be aware that he was headed to breakfast.”
Dean realized he was also hungry, but he really didn’t want to get up. “Maybe this cabin needs some food too. I mean, if we are going to keep coming here anyway I’m going to have to eat.”
Cas made some sort of sound that sounded like an agreement and for a minute they just enjoyed the lazy morning in silence. “Do you consider this a home, Dean?”
Dean was a little puzzled at the question. “Yeah, I guess. Why?”
“Angels don’t typically have a home on earth.”
“When have you ever been a typical angel?”
“Before I held your soul I would have considered myself typical.” Castiel lifted his head and smiled at him.
And what do you say to that? Dean was glad he didn’t have to use words with the angel, because nothing could accurately describe the way that made him feel. He just ran his hands through Cas’ hair and held him closer. It was then that he felt an odd tingling sensation all across his body that was both familiar and completely foreign to him. He tried to remember where he’d felt it before he realized it was the same feeling he had when his soul had been held by Castiel’s grace and his eyes went wide. This was the first time he’d felt it while his soul was still in his body.
Cas could sense Dean’s sudden change in mood and he lifted his head off of Dean’s shoulder to look him in the eye. “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“I don’t know. I feel… it tingles. Like, something is tingling over my entire body.” Castiel sat up and the feeling was suddenly gone. Dean sat up with him. “What was that?”
“I’m not sure. May I try something?”
Dean briefly thought he’d try something pornographic, but he knew that was mostly wishful thinking on his part. “Yeah, of course.”
Castiel didn’t move and for a moment Dean thought the angel was having second thoughts about whatever experiment he wanted to perform. Then Dean felt that same tingling feeling on his cheek and he reached his hand up to touch the affected skin. “What is that?”
“My wings.”
“What?” Dean rubbed his cheek again. Wings.
“You shouldn’t be able to feel them. They are energy on a plane you only interact with when your soul detaches from your body.”
“Then why can I?”
“I don’t know,” Castiel said. “Things are… changing.”
“You mean upstairs?” When Castiel suddenly looked like he wanted to change the subject Dean knew he’d been spot on. “Tell me everything, Cas. I have to know this shit.”
“It appears that we are entering a new era. Unfortunately I’m not sure what that entails exactly.”
“What? Why not? Aren’t you in charge up there?” Dean tried not to sound as frustrated as he actually was. He didn’t want this to turn into a fight. He just really needed some information.
“Yes, but I’m not omniscient, Dean. Heaven is complex. I’m…” Castiel paused trying to think of a good analogy. “You once called me the ‘new sheriff in town.’ That’s accurate. I’m not the mayor or the librarian or the farmer. I have my duties, but foretelling the future is not one of them.”
“Whose job is it then?”
“Prophets. And Chuck was the last.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Castiel hesitated. “I was until now.”
“That kid. Max Robertson. He’s seeing visions of me and you. I don’t know what we are doing that deserves a prophecy, but it fits.”
Castiel thought for a moment. “There hasn’t been a relationship between an angel and a human such as this in thousands of years. That could be worthy of a prophecy, though it wasn’t my intention.”
“No offense, Cas, but I wasn’t a big fan of the last set of prophecies involving me.”
“These seem different. The apocalypse was written for thousands of years. They were a set of instructions we were meant to obey. These prophecies are more like what Chuck envisioned.
“I just, dammit... you’re right… this shit is complicating.”
Castiel smiled, tension immediately disappearing. “It is. And for that I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Dean said as he pulled Cas into a soft kiss. Dean ran his hands through Cas’ hair again because that would never stop making him happy. He pulled back and ran his fingers over the angel’s cheek. “I guess I’m just worried that it’s the end of Team Free Will.”
“This does not negate that. We are free to make our own choices. It is merely being documented.”
“Why?”
“Do you not understand the importance of our relationship? ”Dean was kind of intimidated by the direction the conversation was heading, but he ventured forth anyway. “Maybe not. Explain it to me.”
Castiel took a deep breath, another human gesture the angel seemed to be easily taking to. “The last time angels and humans engaged in physical relationships with one another they were punished. Many died. Others were forced to live mortal lives and denied entrance to Heaven upon death.” Cas took Dean’s hand. “I was rewarded, Dean. I was made an archangel.”
“What’s different about us?”
“I don’t know. It’s important enough for God to not only allow it, but encourage it.”
“’Encourage it?’”
“I was resurrected twice after turning my back on Heaven to save you. I would call that ‘encouragement.’”
“Yeah, but we hadn’t gotten physical then.”
“But I loved you then just as I do now.”
And Dean was speechless again. Thank God (literally) for Cas’ telepathic abilities because otherwise these moments of silence would be extremely awkward. I loved you then too. We should have started this sooner.
As much as Dean wanted to stay there and enjoy Cas’ company some more, but this was kind of a big deal and it felt right to inform Sam as soon as possible. He glanced around the room and spotted their clothing neatly folded on the little dresser. They got dressed and Castiel flew them back into town.
-
“A prophet,” Sam said as he poked around at the hashbrowns on his plate. “If there’s another apocalypse coming-“
“There isn’t,” the angel interrupted. “I won’t allow it.” And the determined look in Castiel’s eyes made Sam very glad he was on their side. If he wasn’t him and his brother would be completely screwed.
“Well, that’s good,” Sam said. He lost his appetite and nudged the plate away.
Dean’s meal had just arrived and he the way he dived right in indicated that his appetite was just fine. Sam watched as Castiel reached over and took a piece of toast off of Dean’s plate and covered it in jam. They looked so damn right next to each other enjoying breakfast together like some happy married couple. It was adorable. But if he said that outloud he’d probably get kicked under the table.
Sam’s thoughts roamed back to the case. “Are we completely sure that’s what this is? I’d hate to leave this case hanging without closure.”
Castiel swallowed the bite he’d been chewing on. “No. This prophet is unknown to me. There shouldn’t be any prophets, but it appears to be a likely conclusion.”
“Is there any way you can double check and be sure?”
“Yes, I will return to Heaven and investigate further.” Dean looked over at him and Cas amended his statement. “After breakfast, of course.”
The conversation could have ended there, but Sam was curious. “Who decides who’s a prophet?”
“Sam,” Dean warned. “Enough with the twenty questions.”
“Dean, I don’t mind,” the angel said, touching his fingers ever so slightly to Dean’s arms in an attempt to hold back any frustration he was feeling. Castiel turned back to Sam. “God.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “Oh. Ok.”
For once Castiel understood that he needed to expand on that. “The only being that can write the future is God. And the only being who can send divine prophecies to mortal man is God. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s intervening in our fates. This prophet appears to only see short distances into the future, so our fates appear to be open ended.”
Dean had stopped eating, surprised by this little insight into the workings of Heaven. Sam was equally impressed and looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but Castiel stopped him. “I will know more when I return and I will tell you both everything then.”
Sam really did want to ask more questions. What is an ‘investigation’ in Heaven like? Who was he going to talk to? Who would know the answers to all of these mysteries and why hadn’t they asked them first? But he respected the angel’s apparent desire to end the conversation for the time being. The rest of their meal finished in silence.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1600
Spoiler: Vague Season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean and Cas wake up the next morning and make some epiphanies about the precognitive kid they've been investigating.
A/N: This is part of the Faith Universe and it’s helpful, but not necessary to read Have A Little Faith first.
I need fluff. Thus this chapter exists. SO MUCH FLUFF. :/ And plot. Plot wrapped in fluff.
As Dean slowly began to wake up he became aware of his surroundings. Castiel was still latched onto his side and his hand was resting on the hunter’s chest. Somehow they’d ended up partially under the covers and he was grateful for that. Even with the space heater his toes would have probably been cold by the time he woke up. For a minute Dean debated going back to sleep and attempting to spend most of the day in the comfort of Cas’ arms, but the angel began to stir.
“Your brother prayed to me about ten minutes ago. He assumed correctly that you were with me and wanted you to be aware that he was headed to breakfast.”
Dean realized he was also hungry, but he really didn’t want to get up. “Maybe this cabin needs some food too. I mean, if we are going to keep coming here anyway I’m going to have to eat.”
Cas made some sort of sound that sounded like an agreement and for a minute they just enjoyed the lazy morning in silence. “Do you consider this a home, Dean?”
Dean was a little puzzled at the question. “Yeah, I guess. Why?”
“Angels don’t typically have a home on earth.”
“When have you ever been a typical angel?”
“Before I held your soul I would have considered myself typical.” Castiel lifted his head and smiled at him.
And what do you say to that? Dean was glad he didn’t have to use words with the angel, because nothing could accurately describe the way that made him feel. He just ran his hands through Cas’ hair and held him closer. It was then that he felt an odd tingling sensation all across his body that was both familiar and completely foreign to him. He tried to remember where he’d felt it before he realized it was the same feeling he had when his soul had been held by Castiel’s grace and his eyes went wide. This was the first time he’d felt it while his soul was still in his body.
Cas could sense Dean’s sudden change in mood and he lifted his head off of Dean’s shoulder to look him in the eye. “What’s wrong, Dean?”
“I don’t know. I feel… it tingles. Like, something is tingling over my entire body.” Castiel sat up and the feeling was suddenly gone. Dean sat up with him. “What was that?”
“I’m not sure. May I try something?”
Dean briefly thought he’d try something pornographic, but he knew that was mostly wishful thinking on his part. “Yeah, of course.”
Castiel didn’t move and for a moment Dean thought the angel was having second thoughts about whatever experiment he wanted to perform. Then Dean felt that same tingling feeling on his cheek and he reached his hand up to touch the affected skin. “What is that?”
“My wings.”
“What?” Dean rubbed his cheek again. Wings.
“You shouldn’t be able to feel them. They are energy on a plane you only interact with when your soul detaches from your body.”
“Then why can I?”
“I don’t know,” Castiel said. “Things are… changing.”
“You mean upstairs?” When Castiel suddenly looked like he wanted to change the subject Dean knew he’d been spot on. “Tell me everything, Cas. I have to know this shit.”
“It appears that we are entering a new era. Unfortunately I’m not sure what that entails exactly.”
“What? Why not? Aren’t you in charge up there?” Dean tried not to sound as frustrated as he actually was. He didn’t want this to turn into a fight. He just really needed some information.
“Yes, but I’m not omniscient, Dean. Heaven is complex. I’m…” Castiel paused trying to think of a good analogy. “You once called me the ‘new sheriff in town.’ That’s accurate. I’m not the mayor or the librarian or the farmer. I have my duties, but foretelling the future is not one of them.”
“Whose job is it then?”
“Prophets. And Chuck was the last.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Castiel hesitated. “I was until now.”
“That kid. Max Robertson. He’s seeing visions of me and you. I don’t know what we are doing that deserves a prophecy, but it fits.”
Castiel thought for a moment. “There hasn’t been a relationship between an angel and a human such as this in thousands of years. That could be worthy of a prophecy, though it wasn’t my intention.”
“No offense, Cas, but I wasn’t a big fan of the last set of prophecies involving me.”
“These seem different. The apocalypse was written for thousands of years. They were a set of instructions we were meant to obey. These prophecies are more like what Chuck envisioned.
“I just, dammit... you’re right… this shit is complicating.”
Castiel smiled, tension immediately disappearing. “It is. And for that I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Dean said as he pulled Cas into a soft kiss. Dean ran his hands through Cas’ hair again because that would never stop making him happy. He pulled back and ran his fingers over the angel’s cheek. “I guess I’m just worried that it’s the end of Team Free Will.”
“This does not negate that. We are free to make our own choices. It is merely being documented.”
“Why?”
“Do you not understand the importance of our relationship? ”Dean was kind of intimidated by the direction the conversation was heading, but he ventured forth anyway. “Maybe not. Explain it to me.”
Castiel took a deep breath, another human gesture the angel seemed to be easily taking to. “The last time angels and humans engaged in physical relationships with one another they were punished. Many died. Others were forced to live mortal lives and denied entrance to Heaven upon death.” Cas took Dean’s hand. “I was rewarded, Dean. I was made an archangel.”
“What’s different about us?”
“I don’t know. It’s important enough for God to not only allow it, but encourage it.”
“’Encourage it?’”
“I was resurrected twice after turning my back on Heaven to save you. I would call that ‘encouragement.’”
“Yeah, but we hadn’t gotten physical then.”
“But I loved you then just as I do now.”
And Dean was speechless again. Thank God (literally) for Cas’ telepathic abilities because otherwise these moments of silence would be extremely awkward. I loved you then too. We should have started this sooner.
As much as Dean wanted to stay there and enjoy Cas’ company some more, but this was kind of a big deal and it felt right to inform Sam as soon as possible. He glanced around the room and spotted their clothing neatly folded on the little dresser. They got dressed and Castiel flew them back into town.
-
“A prophet,” Sam said as he poked around at the hashbrowns on his plate. “If there’s another apocalypse coming-“
“There isn’t,” the angel interrupted. “I won’t allow it.” And the determined look in Castiel’s eyes made Sam very glad he was on their side. If he wasn’t him and his brother would be completely screwed.
“Well, that’s good,” Sam said. He lost his appetite and nudged the plate away.
Dean’s meal had just arrived and he the way he dived right in indicated that his appetite was just fine. Sam watched as Castiel reached over and took a piece of toast off of Dean’s plate and covered it in jam. They looked so damn right next to each other enjoying breakfast together like some happy married couple. It was adorable. But if he said that outloud he’d probably get kicked under the table.
Sam’s thoughts roamed back to the case. “Are we completely sure that’s what this is? I’d hate to leave this case hanging without closure.”
Castiel swallowed the bite he’d been chewing on. “No. This prophet is unknown to me. There shouldn’t be any prophets, but it appears to be a likely conclusion.”
“Is there any way you can double check and be sure?”
“Yes, I will return to Heaven and investigate further.” Dean looked over at him and Cas amended his statement. “After breakfast, of course.”
The conversation could have ended there, but Sam was curious. “Who decides who’s a prophet?”
“Sam,” Dean warned. “Enough with the twenty questions.”
“Dean, I don’t mind,” the angel said, touching his fingers ever so slightly to Dean’s arms in an attempt to hold back any frustration he was feeling. Castiel turned back to Sam. “God.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “Oh. Ok.”
For once Castiel understood that he needed to expand on that. “The only being that can write the future is God. And the only being who can send divine prophecies to mortal man is God. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s intervening in our fates. This prophet appears to only see short distances into the future, so our fates appear to be open ended.”
Dean had stopped eating, surprised by this little insight into the workings of Heaven. Sam was equally impressed and looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but Castiel stopped him. “I will know more when I return and I will tell you both everything then.”
Sam really did want to ask more questions. What is an ‘investigation’ in Heaven like? Who was he going to talk to? Who would know the answers to all of these mysteries and why hadn’t they asked them first? But he respected the angel’s apparent desire to end the conversation for the time being. The rest of their meal finished in silence.