[fanfic: SPN] If I claim to be a wise man (it surely means that I don't know) -- bunker!verse 5/9
Title: If I claim to be a wise man (it surely means that I don't know) 5/9
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Castiel, Sam, Crowley, Dean and Kevin. Destiel hints.
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Humor.
Summary: Castiel has so much to learn. Well, at least Sam is there to teach him (even if Crowley sometimes gets in the way)
A/N: All the characters are Kripke's. The tittle is from Carry on my wayward son by Kansas. This is just another bunker-days fic. With more Crowley and Sam than usual.
A/N2: No beat-reader for this one. All mistakes on me.
Sam went to the kitchen because the light was on. His guts didn't tell him that something bad was going on, neither any of the bunker's supernatural alarms went off announcing anything weird. It was just simply curiosity, a sleepy and slow thought of why when he was returning to his room after taking a leak in the bathroom was what pushed him to walk into the kitchen and see what was going on.
Nevertheless, Sam didn't expect to see Castiel sitting by the table with a cup of something between his hands. Castiel didn't say anything when he walked in but his expression remained closed, grumpy and irritable. A closer inspection to the cup told Sam that it was empty.
Sam cleared his throat. Castiel just frowned a little more.
"Sooooo, Cas… What's going on? Why aren't you asleep?"
"I don't want to," Castiel answered in a petulant voice.
Well, some things never change, no matter the specie that Castiel was at the moment.
"Why? Oh. Did you have a nightmare?"
Sam and Dean had talked about the possibility of Castiel having bad dreams. They knew how much nightmares could affect a person but they couldn't fathom how much would they affect Castiel, an ex angel of the Lord, now a fugitive from all the other ex angels. He was feeling very guilty about everything, it was only a matter of time until he couldn't stop thinking about it, not even in his sleep.
"No. It wasn't a nightmare."
But, then again, Castiel always has been a little different from everyone and everything else.
"Are you sure? I mean, sometimes you can't remember what you dreamt and--"
"Sam. I know how nightmares are suppose to be. I had them myself. And they are always about the same thing: falling you and Dean again and again. So, no, it wasn't a nightmare. Besides, I remember what I dreamt."
"Really? What was it, then?"
Castiel let out an ultimately frustrated sigh. He was in a real grouchy mood.
"I was walking to buy some pie, not for Dean, though, I don't know for whom was it. The point it's, I was seeing the store, it was just across the street, but, somehow, it kept moving, going father and father away. So I ran. But, anyway, it wasn't enough. No matter how much I run, it was out of my reach. Then, Crowley appeared out of nowhere, but it wasn't really Crowley but I knew it was him anyway, and told me to drive the Impala to the store. When I turned around, the Impala was just beside me but the store was very, very far away; I couldn't even see it anymore.
So I got angry. That's when I woke up in my bed. Then, I came here and tried to make some chocolate but I thought I could wake the rest you guys with all the noise. You walked in a few minutes after that."
Sam stayed quiet for a while after that trying to make sense of the information. It might be the first time he heard Castiel talking that much.
So, they angel wasn't upset for a nightmare but because of an absurd and completely harmless dream. Castiel probably knew how to deal with the bad dreams, maybe learned it from Dean and Sam himself (Don't talk about it even if it doesn't go away). Castiel was grumpy because his subconscious played an endless loop of a dream on him. Go figure.
Instead of offering a reassuring answer or even an explanation, Sam took the cup from between Castiel's hands and put it in the counter. Then, he reached for the powder chocolate and the milk.
"What are you doing, Sam?"
Helping you out a little, trying to tell you that being human doesn't suck that much when you aren't alone. That you're family. That it's ok to be in a bad mood over little things and you can still talk to me about it.
"Your chocolate."
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A/N:
* I wrote all these drabbles way before the Season 9 premier, that's why Ezekiel doesn't exist and Cas is living with the boys.
* I'm slowly falling in love with this whole Sam/Cas!BFF deal. Really! ^^
* Have a nice day! :)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Castiel, Sam, Crowley, Dean and Kevin. Destiel hints.
Rating: PG
Genre: General, Humor.
Summary: Castiel has so much to learn. Well, at least Sam is there to teach him (even if Crowley sometimes gets in the way)
A/N: All the characters are Kripke's. The tittle is from Carry on my wayward son by Kansas. This is just another bunker-days fic. With more Crowley and Sam than usual.
A/N2: No beat-reader for this one. All mistakes on me.
Sam went to the kitchen because the light was on. His guts didn't tell him that something bad was going on, neither any of the bunker's supernatural alarms went off announcing anything weird. It was just simply curiosity, a sleepy and slow thought of why when he was returning to his room after taking a leak in the bathroom was what pushed him to walk into the kitchen and see what was going on.
Nevertheless, Sam didn't expect to see Castiel sitting by the table with a cup of something between his hands. Castiel didn't say anything when he walked in but his expression remained closed, grumpy and irritable. A closer inspection to the cup told Sam that it was empty.
Sam cleared his throat. Castiel just frowned a little more.
"Sooooo, Cas… What's going on? Why aren't you asleep?"
"I don't want to," Castiel answered in a petulant voice.
Well, some things never change, no matter the specie that Castiel was at the moment.
"Why? Oh. Did you have a nightmare?"
Sam and Dean had talked about the possibility of Castiel having bad dreams. They knew how much nightmares could affect a person but they couldn't fathom how much would they affect Castiel, an ex angel of the Lord, now a fugitive from all the other ex angels. He was feeling very guilty about everything, it was only a matter of time until he couldn't stop thinking about it, not even in his sleep.
"No. It wasn't a nightmare."
But, then again, Castiel always has been a little different from everyone and everything else.
"Are you sure? I mean, sometimes you can't remember what you dreamt and--"
"Sam. I know how nightmares are suppose to be. I had them myself. And they are always about the same thing: falling you and Dean again and again. So, no, it wasn't a nightmare. Besides, I remember what I dreamt."
"Really? What was it, then?"
Castiel let out an ultimately frustrated sigh. He was in a real grouchy mood.
"I was walking to buy some pie, not for Dean, though, I don't know for whom was it. The point it's, I was seeing the store, it was just across the street, but, somehow, it kept moving, going father and father away. So I ran. But, anyway, it wasn't enough. No matter how much I run, it was out of my reach. Then, Crowley appeared out of nowhere, but it wasn't really Crowley but I knew it was him anyway, and told me to drive the Impala to the store. When I turned around, the Impala was just beside me but the store was very, very far away; I couldn't even see it anymore.
So I got angry. That's when I woke up in my bed. Then, I came here and tried to make some chocolate but I thought I could wake the rest you guys with all the noise. You walked in a few minutes after that."
Sam stayed quiet for a while after that trying to make sense of the information. It might be the first time he heard Castiel talking that much.
So, they angel wasn't upset for a nightmare but because of an absurd and completely harmless dream. Castiel probably knew how to deal with the bad dreams, maybe learned it from Dean and Sam himself (Don't talk about it even if it doesn't go away). Castiel was grumpy because his subconscious played an endless loop of a dream on him. Go figure.
Instead of offering a reassuring answer or even an explanation, Sam took the cup from between Castiel's hands and put it in the counter. Then, he reached for the powder chocolate and the milk.
"What are you doing, Sam?"
Helping you out a little, trying to tell you that being human doesn't suck that much when you aren't alone. That you're family. That it's ok to be in a bad mood over little things and you can still talk to me about it.
"Your chocolate."
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« 4th lesson | 5th lesson | 6th lesson »
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A/N:
* I wrote all these drabbles way before the Season 9 premier, that's why Ezekiel doesn't exist and Cas is living with the boys.
* I'm slowly falling in love with this whole Sam/Cas!BFF deal. Really! ^^
* Have a nice day! :)