Drabble/Ficlet: Belief Systems
Title: Belief Systems
Author: witchhazeleyes (originally posted under my sci-fi/fantasy fandom id)
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG but only for boys playing with boys… or boys playing with angels in boys bodies?????
Spoilers: let’s just call it S4 and be done with it, yeah
Feedback: Suit yourself, just play nice
Disclaimer: If they were mine Cas and Dean would be going at it in front of the camera and Sammy would have stayed dead *pets Sammy and balks at blatant ABSURDITY of statement*, so yeah… They belong to Kripke/McG/et al, and a bunch of other corporate-type ppl, in other words, not me.
Beta: My beautiful kitty_alex who not only planted the seeds of Dean/Cas and continues to feed the fire, but has the guts to tell me when my writing sucks!
Warnings/Squicks: possible blasphemy
Summary: Beliefs are revealed
AN: This is my first Dean/Cas fic and only her second SPN one (and that was a x-over with my home fandom), so be gentle. Also those who aren't familiar with my writing should be warned that it can get a bit esoterical.
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Castiel, Angel of the Lord, Warrior for God, had never truly considered what he believed.
He was an angel and as such had no need.
He was a soldier- he awaited orders and he followed them.
Belief, faith, and doubt were mortal concepts, not meant for beings of the ether. He was told these things were beneath him.
But as he watched over Dean Winchester…
Watched him fight for people and things he didn’t know.
Watched him struggle with torments no man nor angel should know of, let alone endure.
Watched him put the welfare of others before his own- even the welfare of the angels he felt betrayed him at every turn.
As he watched all this, Castiel began to question.
He didn’t question his Father’s love or His existence. He questioned his purpose, his calling.
That was when Castiel began to realize that he did believe- he believed in the crude, sharp-tongued, strong-willed, blasphemous mortal he watched over. As these thoughts settled in his mind, a strangely familiar feeling of warmth, peace, and contentment began to spread through his being and he had to see Dean.
***
Despite what most people thought- including himself, Dean had spent his life believing.
As a small boy he believed in his parents, as most children did. He believed his mother brought the sunshine, his father caused the world to turn.
After the yellow-eyed demon came into their lives, he believed in nothing except protecting his brother.
As he got older, he believed in his father; believed in his knowledge and his strength.
When his father gave his life for him, he believed he was not and never would be worthy.
At the crossroads, trading his life and soul for Sammy, he believed he had purpose again.
After being plucked from the pits of Hell and confronted by the reality of angels, he believed in the absurdity of the world.
Now, Dean Winchester stood in a motel room decorated at the height of early 70’s porno-chic staring at the one thing he wanted to believe in, but couldn’t.
Yet, as Castiel trailed his fingertips over Dean’s cheek and their lips pressed together in the gentlest of offerings- he believed.
Author: witchhazeleyes (originally posted under my sci-fi/fantasy fandom id)
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG but only for boys playing with boys… or boys playing with angels in boys bodies?????
Spoilers: let’s just call it S4 and be done with it, yeah
Feedback: Suit yourself, just play nice
Disclaimer: If they were mine Cas and Dean would be going at it in front of the camera and Sammy would have stayed dead *pets Sammy and balks at blatant ABSURDITY of statement*, so yeah… They belong to Kripke/McG/et al, and a bunch of other corporate-type ppl, in other words, not me.
Beta: My beautiful kitty_alex who not only planted the seeds of Dean/Cas and continues to feed the fire, but has the guts to tell me when my writing sucks!
Warnings/Squicks: possible blasphemy
Summary: Beliefs are revealed
AN: This is my first Dean/Cas fic and only her second SPN one (and that was a x-over with my home fandom), so be gentle. Also those who aren't familiar with my writing should be warned that it can get a bit esoterical.
~~~~~~~~~
Castiel, Angel of the Lord, Warrior for God, had never truly considered what he believed.
He was an angel and as such had no need.
He was a soldier- he awaited orders and he followed them.
Belief, faith, and doubt were mortal concepts, not meant for beings of the ether. He was told these things were beneath him.
But as he watched over Dean Winchester…
Watched him fight for people and things he didn’t know.
Watched him struggle with torments no man nor angel should know of, let alone endure.
Watched him put the welfare of others before his own- even the welfare of the angels he felt betrayed him at every turn.
As he watched all this, Castiel began to question.
He didn’t question his Father’s love or His existence. He questioned his purpose, his calling.
That was when Castiel began to realize that he did believe- he believed in the crude, sharp-tongued, strong-willed, blasphemous mortal he watched over. As these thoughts settled in his mind, a strangely familiar feeling of warmth, peace, and contentment began to spread through his being and he had to see Dean.
***
Despite what most people thought- including himself, Dean had spent his life believing.
As a small boy he believed in his parents, as most children did. He believed his mother brought the sunshine, his father caused the world to turn.
After the yellow-eyed demon came into their lives, he believed in nothing except protecting his brother.
As he got older, he believed in his father; believed in his knowledge and his strength.
When his father gave his life for him, he believed he was not and never would be worthy.
At the crossroads, trading his life and soul for Sammy, he believed he had purpose again.
After being plucked from the pits of Hell and confronted by the reality of angels, he believed in the absurdity of the world.
Now, Dean Winchester stood in a motel room decorated at the height of early 70’s porno-chic staring at the one thing he wanted to believe in, but couldn’t.
Yet, as Castiel trailed his fingertips over Dean’s cheek and their lips pressed together in the gentlest of offerings- he believed.