5 One Shots: Music Meme 2: Supernatural
Part 2 of this crazy meme - see Part 1.
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Slashiness, language, ridiculousness, excessive italics
Ratings: G-PG-13
Word Count: 2,434
Eras: Seasons 5 & 6
Title: Concerning the Religion of Angels
Characters: Lucifer, Anna, Uriel, Zachariah, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?: "Sweet Religion" - Imogen Heap
Genres: Introspection
He called it love rejected. But it is the Morning Star who rejects and rebels against his Father and His perfect plan.
She held on, stronger than most. She fought the good fight for as long as she could. In the end, however, it was her own weakness, not the enemy that made Anna fall.
Uriel was obedient in action, but sullen in his heart. Because he has never felt true grace, he cannot understand what forgiveness means.
Zachariah's faith soured. It went from a blessed hope in what he knew to a self-righteous struggle to do what he thought was good in the Lord's name.
Raphael lost his joy, grown weary of his duties, and forgotten to have faith in his Creator.
Michael is strong, powerful, and unrelenting. He is justice; he is not mercy.
Gabriel longs for peace and peace, even as he brings fitting punishment to sinners. In the end, he seeks forgiveness.
Balthazar is almost human in his petty desires and cunning deceit. Yet his flippant courage would confound the bravest of all.
In the end, Castiel keeps the faith through trial and flame. Though he sometimes cannot see light, he never stops believing in it.
Title: Wake Up
Characters: Sam, Castiel/Dean
Prompt: WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?: "Wake Up" - High Flight Society
Genres: Humor
Sam cleared his throat wondering how to broach the subject with his brother. Dean was notorious for his hard-headed denial about many, many things. They weren't always going to kill the monster and save the day. He was the one who put bleach instead of detergent in with his favorite AC/DC shirt. There were no non-smoking rooms left. That girl was making eyes at Sam and not him. That man was making eyes at Dean and not Sam. That should have been a left back there and now they were hopelessly lost in bat country.
However, the issues that Dean was most likely to be completely bull-headed about were generally related to the heart. Dean had a habit of being completely in love and having no idea (or vice versa), but in this case, it was probably worse than it ever had been.
After another round of trying to find one another's souls by staring through each other's eyes, Sam had it. When the angel left (and the nausea settled), Sam grabbed Dean's shoulders, shook him hard, and did not yell, but commanded, firmly, "WAKE UP!"
Annoyed and bewildered, Dean jerked away and asked, "Dude. What's your problem - didn't get your orange mocha frappiccino this morning?"
Sam threw his hands up in disgust. "Don't quote Zoolander at me! I can't stand this anymore!"
"What anymore...!? I'm sorry, Sammy, but saving the world is our job. You can't just quit and run away. 'Sides I called your college ages ago and paid someone to 'lose' your transcripts."
"WHAT!?" Sam took a deep breath; things were spiraling out of control. "Dean, stop jumping to conclusions and making assumptions about what I'm talking about."
Once again, Dean interrupted. "Sam, I know what you're talking about."
"Oh really?" That's unlikely.
Dean actually blushed as he looked down and, dear Lord, scuffed his toe. "You're talking about me and Cas." His voice got a little fierce as he stated, "And it's none of your business... even though there's really nothing, yet." A pause. "Well, that was fun. Let's go get dinner."
Sam had to smile, as Dean shoved him towards the door. Reaching back for his coat, he grumbled, "Don't think you're getting off about what you did to my transcripts, jerk."
Title: More About Lies
Characters: pre-Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?: "Overcoming Me" - Kutless
Genres: Angst or Humor, the tone kept switching all around (thanks Gabriel!)
It was less about truth and more about lies.
It is nigh impossible to truly understand a person - to get the hows and why of every single action and thought. With deliberate study, an observer might scratch the surface of what makes someone that someone, but, of course, their findings would be colored by their own subjective feelings.
Angels have it a bit easier and a bit harder. They are entirely more subjective and have an eternity to study and learn. However, their very lack of emotional investment makes it much more difficult to understand the why. Also, they tend to forget that "if you know one human, you've known 'em all" is not true in the least.
Nonetheless, with trial (and plenty of error), an angel can, in fact, learn and, with practice, can know a human better than they know themselves.
Take Gabriel, (please!). He is an archangel turned trickster turned archangel again, at least when it suits him. Through observations, he's learned it matters less about what a human is, and more about what lies they tell themselves.
An unfaithful husband can look himself in the mirror because no one knows. A cheating student doesn't care because everyone's doing it. A woman addicted to alcohol or cigarettes or pain killers, doesn't care, because she can stop at anytime. Cheaters, liars, thieves, the lot of them and the guilt can be pushed down to only a vague itch on the spine.
But Gabriel knows, and how! He's gleefully taken a thousand lies and turned them around and punished with the truth. If the sinners are lucky, they have time to repent before their end (of life or secrecy). Of course, Gabriel takes far too much devious pleasure in their suffering for him to be called a righteous judge anymore, but it's not like he cares who's keeping score.
So when Dean lies, Gabriel sees it right away. He sees the pointed stares in the other direction, the sharp words hiding true feelings, and the awkward silences hidden by blaring classic rock. Gabriel sees the lies and then sees the truth.
Castiel doesn't lie. In fact, he only bends the truth so lightly, that it's sad. Instead, Castiel keeps his un-angelic feelings hidden so deeply that he doesn't even know they exist.
For once, it's not punishment, but brotherly concern that moves the angel's hand. After a few days of hints verging on ridiculously obvious, Dean and little brother give in. Well, Dean gives in; Castiel is still lost, and it's utterly adorable.
Sam is a bit trickier. He's trying so very, very, very hard to be good now. In fact, he does hardly more than blink when Dean ambushes Castiel, practically throwing himself around the angel when he walks in the door. Politely, Sam excuses himself and walks outside for a (long) breath of fresh air.
He doesn't look surprised to see Gabriel lounged against the railing around the second story of the motel. "Shoulda figured," Sam mutters.
"Hungry?" asks Gabriel, having already zapped them to a nearby diner.
Sam sighs. "Sure."
"What'll you have? Your treat." Gabriel winks. "The milkshakes are to die for."
"Vanilla."
The waitress comes. "Two large chocolate milkshakes with cherries on top." He turns back to Sam, "Unless you want to share." His eyebrows wiggle. Sam ignores him. "Two then, sweetheart." The older woman looks both annoyed and amused; amusement wins out and she heads off with a wink. All the ladies love Gabriel.
"So.... whaddya think about my mad matchmaking skillz?"
"Don't say 'skillz.' And they're annoying. Among your numerous other gifts, you smothered them (and indirectly me) in enough chocolate for all the single woman on Valentine's Day. Which is why I ordered vanilla," Sam chided.
"Chocolate's better," insisted Gabriel. "But really, Sam, how do you feel about Deano and Cassy-boy?"
That seemed to wake Sam up from his quiet, put-upon bitchiness. "How do I feel, Gabriel? Please, don't think I'm going to sit here and Dr. Phil with you of all people-- angels. You've been driving me nuts for the better part of these last few years now and this, this deluge of touchy-feely romantic crap has just about put me over the edge!" Panting slightly, Sam cross his long arms over his chest, leaned back in the booth, and pouted. Magnificently, Gabriel might add.
Gabriel tried to hide his smile, but the tightness at the corners of his mouth meant he wasn't succeeding. This little conniption was most informative.
Ever since the last almost-end-of-the-world and then regaining-his-soul-after-coming-back-as-a-zombie, Sam had gone out of his way to be a good little boy. He'd been selfless and helpful, going above and beyond. Penitence.
But here it was - his lie.
Sam was sick and tired of wanting, of needing to be forgiven. His guilt and sorrow had forced him to change for the better, but his continual repentance was wearing him thin. It would sour him once more.
Gabriel smiled. Reaching across the table, Gabriel placed his index and middle fingers of his right hand on Sam's wrist. A jolt of warm forgiveness and peace flowed between them in an instant.
Startled, Sam pulled away grabbing his wrist. "What the hell was that?"
Gabriel leaned back, smirking. "A quick fix. You'll have to forgive yourself the rest of the way, but this should get you through for awhile. Now, drink your milkshake."
Finally, their server arrived with their milkshakes. Sam was still in shock and didn't put up fight when Gabriel stole his cherry, tossing it into his mouth with a loud pop.
"What'd you do-- what did you do that for?" Sam asked, slowly unwrapping his straw.
"It's your reward, little buddy." Gabriel slurped the thick chocolate loudly. "Well, I mean, other than getting rescued from the pit and having dear Bobby and Castiel brought back to life and getting your soul back. But I didn't do those things; so this is my present to you, like my subtle little matchmaking was for your hermano."
Sam snorted, but appeared happier. Gabriel couldn't be sure, after all his specialty was in lies, but Sam looked like he was finally heading down the right path. "Why take it upon yourself to 'reward' us anyway?"
Gabriel placed his hand over his heart and said in mock pain, "That cuts me real deep. I think of you all as my BFFs!"
"That's a scary thought."
"You have no idea."
Sam ignored his bluff for what it was and finished his shake. "I'd say thanks, but I'm apparently paying." They rose to head for the counter.
"I think it's cute, you paying for things."
Pulling out his wallet, Sam stated, "It's not like all of us can pull whatever we want out of thin air."
Gabriel sighed blissfully. "It is nice."
Finished paying and outside, Sam asked, "Do you think it's safe to go back to the motel?"
Gabriel cocked his head and said after a moment, "Not at all. Dean's got Cassy by the--"
"Do not want to know!" Sam yelped, almost jumping away.
Gabriel just laughed. He slung his arm over one of Sam's shoulders, since he couldn't reach up over both of them, and said, "Let's go see some bloody action movie - you buy the tickets, and I'll pull out the snacks."
He half thought Sam would say no, but Sam just laughed and said, "We're walking."
"Party pooper."
Title: Jealousy
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Prompt: WHAT IS TWO PLUS TWO?: "Mr. Brightside" - The Killers
Genres: Angst
Jealousy was a bitch.
Dean knew it was for a case, but seeing that witch, who had taken an interest in Castiel, wrapped around his angel was really pissing him off. Seeing Castiel's eyes widen in fear, made Dean draw his gun. Sam grabbed his elbow, hard, and hissed, "Cool it - he's fine, and we need her alive."
They were after her coven; this little bitch-witch was only an underling, an underling who could take them to the top dogs. They needed an in, and when she came up to Castiel out of three of them in the dark, seedy bar, Castiel became their in. Watching her try to stick her tongue down his throat and her hand down his-- "That is enough."
Sam simply grabbed his shoulder and spun him back onto his seat. Curse him and his freakish Bigfoot strength. Wasn't fair. "Try not to be so obvious, Dean. It's just sad."
Dean glared. Then he turned back to the couple across the room and glared some more. He glared so much his eyes were drying and his eyebrows hurt.
Unfortunately, for them all, it took Castiel way too long to convince the bitch-witch to take him back to her little coven / home-sweet-home. Dean was in a worse mood than he'd been in a long time, and Sam was feeling the stress and champing at the bit as well. They discretely followed the pair out the bar and then jumped in the Impala following tailing them. Unless things we're going to stay at their current level of suck, they'd be able to follow them and get down the witch-killing business. That was something to look forward to.
...
When the bitch-witch is dead along with all her boss witches and other witch groupies (it was a freakin' evil witch convention), Dean's all over Castiel so fast that his head spins, headache increasing. Just as Dean is about to grab Castiel in a bear hug, he pauses hand on Castiel's jacket, and thinks about what a cliché this is.
Here he is about to throw himself into Castiel's arms and declare his undying devotion; not cool. Dean lets got of Castiel's sleeve and chuckles awkwardly. "Glad you're all right, buddy." He gives Castiel a manly pat on the shoulder and turns to help Sam clean up. Ignoring Castiel's mild confusion, Dean grabs the gas can and liberally dumps its contents around the room. Now is neither the time nor the place to figure out his feelings. He'd been so caught up in protecting what wasn't even his, that he almost lost control.
Jealousy. That bitch.
Title: My BFF is a Drama Queen
Characters: Balthazar, Castiel, Dean, Sam
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?: "Male Prima Donna" - Subtle Sexuality feat. 'Nard Dog and Mr. Understood (The Office) [Dying here!]
Genres: Drama
Did everything always have to be so melodramatic with him? At times, it seemed like he never stopped complaining. And the worst part of it was that he kept his grumbling under breath. He was good at pretending to be put upon and just trying to do his part. Nothing was his fault - every awful consequence was not a result of his own actions, but a part of a great cosmic plan to bring him to ruin. It would be infuriating if there were not a thousand more pressing matters to deal with. He was a child.
Sometimes Castiel envied Dean and Sam's relationship. Their footing was more equal - Dean could act innocent and put upon and Sam could whine and complain more than necessary - but compared to Balthazar they were saints.
Sometimes (all right, all the time), Castiel wished that he had the friendship with Sam and especially Dean that he did a year ago. But now necessity had forced him in an alliance with Balthazar. His best friend left a lot to be desired.
Fandom: Supernatural
Warnings: Slashiness, language, ridiculousness, excessive italics
Ratings: G-PG-13
Word Count: 2,434
Eras: Seasons 5 & 6
Title: Concerning the Religion of Angels
Characters: Lucifer, Anna, Uriel, Zachariah, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel
Prompt: WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?: "Sweet Religion" - Imogen Heap
Genres: Introspection
He called it love rejected. But it is the Morning Star who rejects and rebels against his Father and His perfect plan.
She held on, stronger than most. She fought the good fight for as long as she could. In the end, however, it was her own weakness, not the enemy that made Anna fall.
Uriel was obedient in action, but sullen in his heart. Because he has never felt true grace, he cannot understand what forgiveness means.
Zachariah's faith soured. It went from a blessed hope in what he knew to a self-righteous struggle to do what he thought was good in the Lord's name.
Raphael lost his joy, grown weary of his duties, and forgotten to have faith in his Creator.
Michael is strong, powerful, and unrelenting. He is justice; he is not mercy.
Gabriel longs for peace and peace, even as he brings fitting punishment to sinners. In the end, he seeks forgiveness.
Balthazar is almost human in his petty desires and cunning deceit. Yet his flippant courage would confound the bravest of all.
In the end, Castiel keeps the faith through trial and flame. Though he sometimes cannot see light, he never stops believing in it.
Title: Wake Up
Characters: Sam, Castiel/Dean
Prompt: WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?: "Wake Up" - High Flight Society
Genres: Humor
Sam cleared his throat wondering how to broach the subject with his brother. Dean was notorious for his hard-headed denial about many, many things. They weren't always going to kill the monster and save the day. He was the one who put bleach instead of detergent in with his favorite AC/DC shirt. There were no non-smoking rooms left. That girl was making eyes at Sam and not him. That man was making eyes at Dean and not Sam. That should have been a left back there and now they were hopelessly lost in bat country.
However, the issues that Dean was most likely to be completely bull-headed about were generally related to the heart. Dean had a habit of being completely in love and having no idea (or vice versa), but in this case, it was probably worse than it ever had been.
After another round of trying to find one another's souls by staring through each other's eyes, Sam had it. When the angel left (and the nausea settled), Sam grabbed Dean's shoulders, shook him hard, and did not yell, but commanded, firmly, "WAKE UP!"
Annoyed and bewildered, Dean jerked away and asked, "Dude. What's your problem - didn't get your orange mocha frappiccino this morning?"
Sam threw his hands up in disgust. "Don't quote Zoolander at me! I can't stand this anymore!"
"What anymore...!? I'm sorry, Sammy, but saving the world is our job. You can't just quit and run away. 'Sides I called your college ages ago and paid someone to 'lose' your transcripts."
"WHAT!?" Sam took a deep breath; things were spiraling out of control. "Dean, stop jumping to conclusions and making assumptions about what I'm talking about."
Once again, Dean interrupted. "Sam, I know what you're talking about."
"Oh really?" That's unlikely.
Dean actually blushed as he looked down and, dear Lord, scuffed his toe. "You're talking about me and Cas." His voice got a little fierce as he stated, "And it's none of your business... even though there's really nothing, yet." A pause. "Well, that was fun. Let's go get dinner."
Sam had to smile, as Dean shoved him towards the door. Reaching back for his coat, he grumbled, "Don't think you're getting off about what you did to my transcripts, jerk."
Title: More About Lies
Characters: pre-Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?: "Overcoming Me" - Kutless
Genres: Angst or Humor, the tone kept switching all around (thanks Gabriel!)
It was less about truth and more about lies.
It is nigh impossible to truly understand a person - to get the hows and why of every single action and thought. With deliberate study, an observer might scratch the surface of what makes someone that someone, but, of course, their findings would be colored by their own subjective feelings.
Angels have it a bit easier and a bit harder. They are entirely more subjective and have an eternity to study and learn. However, their very lack of emotional investment makes it much more difficult to understand the why. Also, they tend to forget that "if you know one human, you've known 'em all" is not true in the least.
Nonetheless, with trial (and plenty of error), an angel can, in fact, learn and, with practice, can know a human better than they know themselves.
Take Gabriel, (please!). He is an archangel turned trickster turned archangel again, at least when it suits him. Through observations, he's learned it matters less about what a human is, and more about what lies they tell themselves.
An unfaithful husband can look himself in the mirror because no one knows. A cheating student doesn't care because everyone's doing it. A woman addicted to alcohol or cigarettes or pain killers, doesn't care, because she can stop at anytime. Cheaters, liars, thieves, the lot of them and the guilt can be pushed down to only a vague itch on the spine.
But Gabriel knows, and how! He's gleefully taken a thousand lies and turned them around and punished with the truth. If the sinners are lucky, they have time to repent before their end (of life or secrecy). Of course, Gabriel takes far too much devious pleasure in their suffering for him to be called a righteous judge anymore, but it's not like he cares who's keeping score.
So when Dean lies, Gabriel sees it right away. He sees the pointed stares in the other direction, the sharp words hiding true feelings, and the awkward silences hidden by blaring classic rock. Gabriel sees the lies and then sees the truth.
Castiel doesn't lie. In fact, he only bends the truth so lightly, that it's sad. Instead, Castiel keeps his un-angelic feelings hidden so deeply that he doesn't even know they exist.
For once, it's not punishment, but brotherly concern that moves the angel's hand. After a few days of hints verging on ridiculously obvious, Dean and little brother give in. Well, Dean gives in; Castiel is still lost, and it's utterly adorable.
Sam is a bit trickier. He's trying so very, very, very hard to be good now. In fact, he does hardly more than blink when Dean ambushes Castiel, practically throwing himself around the angel when he walks in the door. Politely, Sam excuses himself and walks outside for a (long) breath of fresh air.
He doesn't look surprised to see Gabriel lounged against the railing around the second story of the motel. "Shoulda figured," Sam mutters.
"Hungry?" asks Gabriel, having already zapped them to a nearby diner.
Sam sighs. "Sure."
"What'll you have? Your treat." Gabriel winks. "The milkshakes are to die for."
"Vanilla."
The waitress comes. "Two large chocolate milkshakes with cherries on top." He turns back to Sam, "Unless you want to share." His eyebrows wiggle. Sam ignores him. "Two then, sweetheart." The older woman looks both annoyed and amused; amusement wins out and she heads off with a wink. All the ladies love Gabriel.
"So.... whaddya think about my mad matchmaking skillz?"
"Don't say 'skillz.' And they're annoying. Among your numerous other gifts, you smothered them (and indirectly me) in enough chocolate for all the single woman on Valentine's Day. Which is why I ordered vanilla," Sam chided.
"Chocolate's better," insisted Gabriel. "But really, Sam, how do you feel about Deano and Cassy-boy?"
That seemed to wake Sam up from his quiet, put-upon bitchiness. "How do I feel, Gabriel? Please, don't think I'm going to sit here and Dr. Phil with you of all people-- angels. You've been driving me nuts for the better part of these last few years now and this, this deluge of touchy-feely romantic crap has just about put me over the edge!" Panting slightly, Sam cross his long arms over his chest, leaned back in the booth, and pouted. Magnificently, Gabriel might add.
Gabriel tried to hide his smile, but the tightness at the corners of his mouth meant he wasn't succeeding. This little conniption was most informative.
Ever since the last almost-end-of-the-world and then regaining-his-soul-after-coming-back-as-a-zombie, Sam had gone out of his way to be a good little boy. He'd been selfless and helpful, going above and beyond. Penitence.
But here it was - his lie.
Sam was sick and tired of wanting, of needing to be forgiven. His guilt and sorrow had forced him to change for the better, but his continual repentance was wearing him thin. It would sour him once more.
Gabriel smiled. Reaching across the table, Gabriel placed his index and middle fingers of his right hand on Sam's wrist. A jolt of warm forgiveness and peace flowed between them in an instant.
Startled, Sam pulled away grabbing his wrist. "What the hell was that?"
Gabriel leaned back, smirking. "A quick fix. You'll have to forgive yourself the rest of the way, but this should get you through for awhile. Now, drink your milkshake."
Finally, their server arrived with their milkshakes. Sam was still in shock and didn't put up fight when Gabriel stole his cherry, tossing it into his mouth with a loud pop.
"What'd you do-- what did you do that for?" Sam asked, slowly unwrapping his straw.
"It's your reward, little buddy." Gabriel slurped the thick chocolate loudly. "Well, I mean, other than getting rescued from the pit and having dear Bobby and Castiel brought back to life and getting your soul back. But I didn't do those things; so this is my present to you, like my subtle little matchmaking was for your hermano."
Sam snorted, but appeared happier. Gabriel couldn't be sure, after all his specialty was in lies, but Sam looked like he was finally heading down the right path. "Why take it upon yourself to 'reward' us anyway?"
Gabriel placed his hand over his heart and said in mock pain, "That cuts me real deep. I think of you all as my BFFs!"
"That's a scary thought."
"You have no idea."
Sam ignored his bluff for what it was and finished his shake. "I'd say thanks, but I'm apparently paying." They rose to head for the counter.
"I think it's cute, you paying for things."
Pulling out his wallet, Sam stated, "It's not like all of us can pull whatever we want out of thin air."
Gabriel sighed blissfully. "It is nice."
Finished paying and outside, Sam asked, "Do you think it's safe to go back to the motel?"
Gabriel cocked his head and said after a moment, "Not at all. Dean's got Cassy by the--"
"Do not want to know!" Sam yelped, almost jumping away.
Gabriel just laughed. He slung his arm over one of Sam's shoulders, since he couldn't reach up over both of them, and said, "Let's go see some bloody action movie - you buy the tickets, and I'll pull out the snacks."
He half thought Sam would say no, but Sam just laughed and said, "We're walking."
"Party pooper."
Title: Jealousy
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Prompt: WHAT IS TWO PLUS TWO?: "Mr. Brightside" - The Killers
Genres: Angst
Jealousy was a bitch.
Dean knew it was for a case, but seeing that witch, who had taken an interest in Castiel, wrapped around his angel was really pissing him off. Seeing Castiel's eyes widen in fear, made Dean draw his gun. Sam grabbed his elbow, hard, and hissed, "Cool it - he's fine, and we need her alive."
They were after her coven; this little bitch-witch was only an underling, an underling who could take them to the top dogs. They needed an in, and when she came up to Castiel out of three of them in the dark, seedy bar, Castiel became their in. Watching her try to stick her tongue down his throat and her hand down his-- "That is enough."
Sam simply grabbed his shoulder and spun him back onto his seat. Curse him and his freakish Bigfoot strength. Wasn't fair. "Try not to be so obvious, Dean. It's just sad."
Dean glared. Then he turned back to the couple across the room and glared some more. He glared so much his eyes were drying and his eyebrows hurt.
Unfortunately, for them all, it took Castiel way too long to convince the bitch-witch to take him back to her little coven / home-sweet-home. Dean was in a worse mood than he'd been in a long time, and Sam was feeling the stress and champing at the bit as well. They discretely followed the pair out the bar and then jumped in the Impala following tailing them. Unless things we're going to stay at their current level of suck, they'd be able to follow them and get down the witch-killing business. That was something to look forward to.
...
When the bitch-witch is dead along with all her boss witches and other witch groupies (it was a freakin' evil witch convention), Dean's all over Castiel so fast that his head spins, headache increasing. Just as Dean is about to grab Castiel in a bear hug, he pauses hand on Castiel's jacket, and thinks about what a cliché this is.
Here he is about to throw himself into Castiel's arms and declare his undying devotion; not cool. Dean lets got of Castiel's sleeve and chuckles awkwardly. "Glad you're all right, buddy." He gives Castiel a manly pat on the shoulder and turns to help Sam clean up. Ignoring Castiel's mild confusion, Dean grabs the gas can and liberally dumps its contents around the room. Now is neither the time nor the place to figure out his feelings. He'd been so caught up in protecting what wasn't even his, that he almost lost control.
Jealousy. That bitch.
Title: My BFF is a Drama Queen
Characters: Balthazar, Castiel, Dean, Sam
Prompt: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?: "Male Prima Donna" - Subtle Sexuality feat. 'Nard Dog and Mr. Understood (The Office) [Dying here!]
Genres: Drama
Did everything always have to be so melodramatic with him? At times, it seemed like he never stopped complaining. And the worst part of it was that he kept his grumbling under breath. He was good at pretending to be put upon and just trying to do his part. Nothing was his fault - every awful consequence was not a result of his own actions, but a part of a great cosmic plan to bring him to ruin. It would be infuriating if there were not a thousand more pressing matters to deal with. He was a child.
Sometimes Castiel envied Dean and Sam's relationship. Their footing was more equal - Dean could act innocent and put upon and Sam could whine and complain more than necessary - but compared to Balthazar they were saints.
Sometimes (all right, all the time), Castiel wished that he had the friendship with Sam and especially Dean that he did a year ago. But now necessity had forced him in an alliance with Balthazar. His best friend left a lot to be desired.