I heard that it was the birthday of the magnificent, the wonderful, the eternally kind and truly excellent thekingslover recently, whilst I was away. I’m so sorry that I missed the day itself, love, but here is your gift!! I hope your day was amazing!!! <3
Now that Castiel was human for good, he was always
First it was, “How do humans have the patience for walking?
It’s so slow.”
And then, “When it gets hot my skin makes water, and that is
Dean knew that he shouldn’t mind – of course it must be
difficult to downsize from a multidimensional wavelength to a tiny little human
body – but he felt every complaint like a wasp sting, irritating and a little
painful. It hadn’t been Castiel’s choice to fall permanently, but ever since he
had, Dean had been hoping… well, he didn’t like to admit even to himself the
exact specifics of what he’d been hoping, but generally speaking they’d
involved Cas being a lot more happy about joining humanity than he currently
seemed to be. Dean had happily envisaged meals out and daytrips to the
mountains or to the beach – but if Cas’ current mood was anything to go by, he’d
spend the entire time complaining about all the sand between his horrible human
toes, and making disparaging remarks about picnics.
Dean sighed and blinked, bringing himself back to the
moment. He’d been thinking all of this whilst lying on the sofa in the bunker,
looking at a book without really reading it, with Led Zeppelin playing softly
in the background. He wondered where Cas was now. Probably griping about the
necessity of chewing, or how uncomfortable it was to stand up for too long.
“Dean?” Dean sat up quickly at the sound of Cas’ voice in
the doorway, feeling a brief stab of guilt about thinking such uncharitable
thoughts. Of course Cas was fully licensed to have a grumble, since things hadn’t
been at all easy for him recently. It was only because Dean was so damn happy
to have Cas around all the time that he was annoyed, anyway – it was a kind of
nail in the coffin of any hope he’d had of his – feelings – being reciprocated.
“Hey, Cas,” he said, hoping that his tone was light-hearted
enough to hide the things he’d been thinking about. “What’s up?”