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comment_fic for zekkass
SPN, Gabriel/Dean, Castiel Falls too far
Note: Implications of Dean/Cas
Title:
Author: fleeting_fancy /jabber_moose
Rating: PG-13 (Language, Gabriel. Language)
Character(s)/Pairing: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Dean/Castiel (implied or pre-slash, adjust goggles accordingly)
Spoilers: Blanket spoilers for S4
Warnings: Brief language
Word Count: 251
Summary: comment_fic for zekkass : Castiel Falls too far
There were times where Dean wondered if he had some kind of bulls-eye painted on his forehead in Enochian that said, 'PIN ME', because it seemed every dick of an angel had him against the wall at one point in time or another.
He was going to need some brain bleach for that thought.
"Dude," Dean managed, finally. The Trickster -sorry- Archangel Gabriel had one forearm pressed across his chest, with seemingly little effort, pinning Dean to the wall.
"Listen, you moronic shit." There was no smile on Gabriel's face, no mocking grin, or self satisfied smirk. There was a burning in his eyes, a darkness that Dean knew all too well.
It wasn't as though Dean had much of a choice, there. Hell, he didn't even know what he was listening for. Gabriel wasn't exactly talkative- for once.
Around him, the world was trapped in freeze frame, save for an occasional stuttering gasp of pain somewhere in the dark.
Cas
"Listen," Gabriel repeated.
And Dean did. All he could hear was muffled groaning, and the stench of blood from a recent fight. Demon? His own?
Castiel staggered into view. His trench coat was stained and torn, one leg dragging, hampering his usual confident stride. His right hand grasped his shoulder, which Dean could see was dislocated.
"Watch," was the new order, dark and low.
"He isn't healing," Dean grasped at Gabriel's arm, trying to lessen the pressure on his chest. "Why the hell isn't he.."
"He did it for you," Gabriel's voice was light and dark, levity and gravitas, relevation and threat. "He did it all for you ."
The familiarity of the words reverberated in Dean's mind, hammering hard enough that he never noticed the pressure on his chest easing and the thunder of wings.
"Hello, Dean," Cas with his blood and his mangled shoulder, blue eyes clouded with the physical pain of his injuries. The pain of being human. "Are you well?"
Dean's mouth worked, uselessly as he nodded, stepping forward as Castiel lurched.
From on high, Gabriel watched as Dean caught his little brother as he fell.
SPN, Gabriel/Dean, Castiel Falls too far
Note: Implications of Dean/Cas
Title:
Author: fleeting_fancy /jabber_moose
Rating: PG-13 (Language, Gabriel. Language)
Character(s)/Pairing: Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Dean/Castiel (implied or pre-slash, adjust goggles accordingly)
Spoilers: Blanket spoilers for S4
Warnings: Brief language
Word Count: 251
Summary: comment_fic for zekkass : Castiel Falls too far
There were times where Dean wondered if he had some kind of bulls-eye painted on his forehead in Enochian that said, 'PIN ME', because it seemed every dick of an angel had him against the wall at one point in time or another.
He was going to need some brain bleach for that thought.
"Dude," Dean managed, finally. The Trickster -sorry- Archangel Gabriel had one forearm pressed across his chest, with seemingly little effort, pinning Dean to the wall.
"Listen, you moronic shit." There was no smile on Gabriel's face, no mocking grin, or self satisfied smirk. There was a burning in his eyes, a darkness that Dean knew all too well.
It wasn't as though Dean had much of a choice, there. Hell, he didn't even know what he was listening for. Gabriel wasn't exactly talkative- for once.
Around him, the world was trapped in freeze frame, save for an occasional stuttering gasp of pain somewhere in the dark.
Cas
"Listen," Gabriel repeated.
And Dean did. All he could hear was muffled groaning, and the stench of blood from a recent fight. Demon? His own?
Castiel staggered into view. His trench coat was stained and torn, one leg dragging, hampering his usual confident stride. His right hand grasped his shoulder, which Dean could see was dislocated.
"Watch," was the new order, dark and low.
"He isn't healing," Dean grasped at Gabriel's arm, trying to lessen the pressure on his chest. "Why the hell isn't he.."
"He did it for you," Gabriel's voice was light and dark, levity and gravitas, relevation and threat. "He did it all for you ."
The familiarity of the words reverberated in Dean's mind, hammering hard enough that he never noticed the pressure on his chest easing and the thunder of wings.
"Hello, Dean," Cas with his blood and his mangled shoulder, blue eyes clouded with the physical pain of his injuries. The pain of being human. "Are you well?"
Dean's mouth worked, uselessly as he nodded, stepping forward as Castiel lurched.
From on high, Gabriel watched as Dean caught his little brother as he fell.