Forgetfulness can sometimes be a blessing, Dean & Castiel, Gen, #3 Contrasts
Title: Forgetfulness can sometimes be a blessing
Author: Falling_dominos
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (Drinking?)
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #4 Forget
Dominos Table
Summary: Drinking and losing faith
Dean just couldn't get it out of his head. The vision he'd had of the future was bleak, grim, and he'd become such a dick. Some people drank because they wanted to have fun, some people drank to fit in, but not Dean Winchester, no, not Dean Winchester. He drank to forget. The thirty year old drank copiously so that he could block out the pictures...the virus, Cas, himself, and then there was Lucifer wearing his brother like some sort of meat condom and in a tacky white suit to top it off. It was all so horrible, almost had him saying yes to Michael. Almost. Dean figured that what had actually kept him from saying yes, wasn't that he didn't think it would do more good, because Dean really did think that it'd be better than the future that he saw. Saying yes to Michael was better than letting Sam have a moment of weakness and then the Devil's riding him like a drunk prom date. What really kept dean from saying yes was that Sam was his responsibility, not some Archangel who wanted his brother either dead or a meat suit. So Dean tried to be strong and figure out a way to get the two of them out of this apocalyptic sized mess, all while dealing with the horsemen, Cas' dwindling powers and subsequent rise in self-destructive tendencies. It was all so very maddening. So Dean drank, a lot.
Usually he would sit out on the hood of the Impala and just drink. It let his shoulders relax for a little while, let his mind get fuzzy and drift around to such subjects as dirt on the car...or pretty women, or pretty women in his car. Dean had simple wants in the long run, at least when he was drunk. Tonight was not going to be a usual night though, because Dean wasn't going to get his wonderful solitude. He was leaning back against the windshield sipping on some Budweiser as he watched Cas walk up. -Oh Great, wonder what I'll get this time?- Dean thought to himself. He ended up just sighing and sitting up, looking expectantly at the nerd Angel.
Castiel's shoulders had dropped considerably since Dean had first met him. When Dean saw Cas the first time he was strong, proud in his mission from the Lord, but the man walking up to Dean now was nearly broken. He seemed visibly as weighed down as Dean felt. Cas didn't say anything as he approached, merely stopped by the cooler and pulled out two beers for himself. He may have been losing his powers but the guy was still remarkably resilient to certain things, alcohol being one of them. Castiel sat next to Dean on the hood of the car, still not speaking, which had Dean concerned by this point, Cas usually was quite direct and from Dean's experience was not good at subtlety. The hiss of two cans being opened was the only sound that punctured the silence of the evening, quickly followed by the rapid consumption of first one can, and then another. Cas crushed the cans and then sat quietly for two full minutes before Dean finally snapped and couldn't take it anymore, "Hey Cas, what's botherin' you? Not that you're usually Mr. Talkative but even this is unusual for you."
The angel seemed to think a few moments and finally responded with, "I've lost hope, Dean. I'm also fairly certain that I've already lost faith. I just want to forget, even though I know that I can't." Dean tried not to look at the angel's face, after that because he was almost positive he already knew the look that would be in his eyes, the look of someone who knows that they have to keep fighting but they don't know what the point of it is anymore. The angel sighed and looked heavenward his voice betraying his age. The angel may have only been possessing a thirty something white collar nine to five but at that moment he sounded millennia old.
Dean raised what was left of his beer in the angel's general direction, "I can drink to that, Cas. I can drink to that." So they did, they drank in relative silence and contemplated why exactly they were still fighting or if it was just their death throes.
Author: Falling_dominos
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (Drinking?)
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #4 Forget
Dominos Table
Summary: Drinking and losing faith
Dean just couldn't get it out of his head. The vision he'd had of the future was bleak, grim, and he'd become such a dick. Some people drank because they wanted to have fun, some people drank to fit in, but not Dean Winchester, no, not Dean Winchester. He drank to forget. The thirty year old drank copiously so that he could block out the pictures...the virus, Cas, himself, and then there was Lucifer wearing his brother like some sort of meat condom and in a tacky white suit to top it off. It was all so horrible, almost had him saying yes to Michael. Almost. Dean figured that what had actually kept him from saying yes, wasn't that he didn't think it would do more good, because Dean really did think that it'd be better than the future that he saw. Saying yes to Michael was better than letting Sam have a moment of weakness and then the Devil's riding him like a drunk prom date. What really kept dean from saying yes was that Sam was his responsibility, not some Archangel who wanted his brother either dead or a meat suit. So Dean tried to be strong and figure out a way to get the two of them out of this apocalyptic sized mess, all while dealing with the horsemen, Cas' dwindling powers and subsequent rise in self-destructive tendencies. It was all so very maddening. So Dean drank, a lot.
Usually he would sit out on the hood of the Impala and just drink. It let his shoulders relax for a little while, let his mind get fuzzy and drift around to such subjects as dirt on the car...or pretty women, or pretty women in his car. Dean had simple wants in the long run, at least when he was drunk. Tonight was not going to be a usual night though, because Dean wasn't going to get his wonderful solitude. He was leaning back against the windshield sipping on some Budweiser as he watched Cas walk up. -Oh Great, wonder what I'll get this time?- Dean thought to himself. He ended up just sighing and sitting up, looking expectantly at the nerd Angel.
Castiel's shoulders had dropped considerably since Dean had first met him. When Dean saw Cas the first time he was strong, proud in his mission from the Lord, but the man walking up to Dean now was nearly broken. He seemed visibly as weighed down as Dean felt. Cas didn't say anything as he approached, merely stopped by the cooler and pulled out two beers for himself. He may have been losing his powers but the guy was still remarkably resilient to certain things, alcohol being one of them. Castiel sat next to Dean on the hood of the car, still not speaking, which had Dean concerned by this point, Cas usually was quite direct and from Dean's experience was not good at subtlety. The hiss of two cans being opened was the only sound that punctured the silence of the evening, quickly followed by the rapid consumption of first one can, and then another. Cas crushed the cans and then sat quietly for two full minutes before Dean finally snapped and couldn't take it anymore, "Hey Cas, what's botherin' you? Not that you're usually Mr. Talkative but even this is unusual for you."
The angel seemed to think a few moments and finally responded with, "I've lost hope, Dean. I'm also fairly certain that I've already lost faith. I just want to forget, even though I know that I can't." Dean tried not to look at the angel's face, after that because he was almost positive he already knew the look that would be in his eyes, the look of someone who knows that they have to keep fighting but they don't know what the point of it is anymore. The angel sighed and looked heavenward his voice betraying his age. The angel may have only been possessing a thirty something white collar nine to five but at that moment he sounded millennia old.
Dean raised what was left of his beer in the angel's general direction, "I can drink to that, Cas. I can drink to that." So they did, they drank in relative silence and contemplated why exactly they were still fighting or if it was just their death throes.