Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.
He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.
A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.
“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.
He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.
She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.
Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”
She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?
Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.
Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.
So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.
Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.
I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?
Is there caffeine in it?
Not at 4 in the morning.
Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.
He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.
By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.
It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.
You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.
“Just do as I say, Dean. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Castiel looks strictly at Dean, who frowns suspiciously at his boyfriend.
“If you’re gonna put something gross in my hands I’ll rub it all over your face.”
Castiel frowns, honestly confused by Dean’s idea.
“Why would I do that?” He asks, his eyes squinting into the thoughtful stare he often observes Dean with.
“Forget it,” Dean sighs and bites away a smile. He should know by now that Castiel doesn’t ever pull pranks on him like that. Dean’s the one to prank Cas every once in a while, and whenever Dean can get a smile from the angel’s lips, it’s like a victory to him.
He solemnly closes his eyes and holds up his hands in front of him.
“Good.” There’s a moment Dean doesn’t feel or hear anything, then something slightly heavy is put in his palms. He feels Castiel reach closer. Dean kisses him back blindly, smiling against Cas’s lips. “You can watch now.”
Dean blinks open his eyes, returning back to the bunker. In his hand is a necklace with something that looks like an hourglass as its pendant. But inside isn’t sand. It’s a substance in between fluid and solid, filling the entire tube. It’s a very soft blue, almost grey, but as he looks closer, Dean sees all kinds of colors storming through each other in that tiny piece of glass. It’s mesmerizing to watch, sparks and swirls mixing together in a slow but steady pace. Dean has never seen something this breathtaking.
“This- this is beautiful.” He whispers, his eyes shifting to Cas who’s watching him patiently. “What is inside?”
“A bit of my grace,” Cas says simply. Dean swallows and looks again, eyes growing wide.
“What, but…. Cas, you- you put your grace in… and you’re giving it to me because… why?”
Castiel takes the necklace from Dean’s fingers and puts it around Dean’s neck slowly, thoughtful. As soon as the hourglass rests on the higher of his chest, a warmth seems to be sent through the glass into his body. He knows he’s not imagining. Castiel looks up.
“I want you to have it. This way, I will always be close to you. You’ll be able to feel me even when I’m not there, and if you ever need me-” He takes Dean’s hand and lays it on the hourglass. “I will know.”
“How?” It’s all Dean can ask, stunned by the gift that seems too valuable to just hang around his neck.
“It has heaven’s blessing and angelic spells that connect the angel owning the grace from the one wearing the necklace. The hourglass stands for the human’s life, which is finite, and the balance between heaven and earth, you and me.”
Cas swallows, staring at Dean’s hand around the pendant more than Dean’s face.
“An angel can give his grace only to one human- once given, it can’t be given to someone else.”
“Wow.” Dean breaths. He looks at Cas, who is still looking down. “And you- gave it to me?”
“Jeez, Cas, I- I don’t know what to say, I’m…”
“I’m sorry for giving it to you so abruptly. Maybe I should’ve asked if you wanted to have it, but I knew that there was only one human I would ever give my grace to and-”
Dean kisses him. He pulls him closer suddenly needing to kiss the breath out of his lungs, have Castiel’s lips rough and messy against his own. If not, he might start crying.
“Thank you,” he whispers in between two kisses. “I’ll guard it with my life.”
They rest their foreheads together, and Castiel slowly calms down his breathing.
“If you were to- to die…” Cas grips onto him stronger. “I will die with you, it’s one of the spells. Because if you were to die and I would stay alive… It would be my personal hell.”
“Cas-” Dean hates the idea of Castiel dying, being immortal, but he knows that if he had to live without Cas for an eternity, he’d rather die as well.
“I love you, Dean,” Castiel mutters. “More than I’ve loved anyone ever.”
His blue eyes are as fierce as the grace in Dean’s necklace. Dean kisses him again, gently, and softly bumps their noses together.
“I love you too, Cas.” He smiles, despite the weight of their conversation. They stand like that for a while, in the middle of the bunker’s library, head to head, eyes closed.
Dean eventually breaks the silence, dissolving the fear their conversation had brought. He needs to lighten the air.
“If I ever uh… feel real, y’know, alone at night, and I’d be in for some fun… would telling you through this be possible?” He asks with a smirk, his thumb gliding over the hourglass.
Cas glares at him, but the corners of his mouth twitch.
“Yes, but you know I’m still able to decide not to come, right?”
Dean scoffs.“Too bad you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
Just as Cas wants to reply, they hear the door opening and Sam getting inside.
“Thanks, Cas, I mean it,” Dean says another time and seals it with a kiss.
Whenever Dean is reading and he absent-mindedly runs his fingers over the hourglass, he’ll see Castiel at the other end of the table smile. It’s more than just a victory to him.
So Kelly giving birth to Lucifer’s rape-baby (named JACK, good old Jack Satan) ripped a floating glowy space vagina in the front yard. Inside the glowy space vagina was a world in which Sam and Dean were never born, and so it’s literally Hell On Earth. Bobby is there for cameo purposes. They decide to lock up Lucifer into the Glowy Space Vagina world. They succeed in getting him in there, and Crowley sacrifices himself to close up the portal to Glowy Space Vagina World, because SURE.
Cas says he trusts his Baby-God because Baby-God is going to make a world without pain, fear, want, suffering, etc. Paradise. You know, like the Paradise of a static Heaven he rejected and fought against, that little thing THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW IS BASED AROUND. It’s moronic and doesn’t make sense, but Dabb thinks your scripts making sense is for losers.
Then, FOR LITERALLY NO REASON IT WASN’T PART OF THE PLAN AND SAM AND DEAN HAD NEARLY SUCCEED, Cas pops into Glowy Vagina World and gently stabs Lucifer in the kidney for some reason. Nobody knows why, Lucifer was going to be sealed and away. Sam and Dean jump back into the real world, there’s a pause, and hey Cas made it back, he wasn’t sealed in there too.
But oh noes, Lucifer is right behind him, and stabs him with an angel blade, killing him. There’s wing burn marks on the ground. Dean screams no, Mary runs out and begins punching the shit out of the devil with brass knuckles, because it’s just fucking whatever at this point. Lucifer grabs Mary, pulls her into Glowy Vagina World, and the portal closes. They’re stuck there.
Cas’s death may be the stupidest thing SPN has ever produced, and they once had a possessed mannequin episode and a racist truck episode and three separate bestiality episodes. It’s like you know when your writing fic, and can’t figure out how to get to Point A to Point B, but you want to move on and finish the bulk of the first draft, so as a placeholder you put “And then some shit happened for reasons”? Imagine that being filmed and shot and put on national TV for all to see. Because Andrew Dabb is a hack with no pride who thinks we’re all as stupid as his scripts are.
Dean stares at Cas’s dead body, while Sam goes and chases down Jack Satan, a creepy CGI nude teenage boy that I laughed so hard at seeing.
Kelly died giving birth to teenage Jack Satan. But she was beautiful while doing it, and that’s all that matters.
Also Rowena was killed offscreen in the beginning. Because there’s a misogyny quota and all.
@soluscheese In which Dean is a fisherman and Cas is a selkie. Sam’s POV
There’s no denying it: Dean’s new friend is strange.
Where to begin?
Well, the fact he’s dripping wet and naked in their small beachside cabin is a pretty good start. Which might have been acceptable (albeit horrifying) if Dean was also naked, but unlike the mysterious man, Dean’s fully clothed.
But that’s not all, no, the guy is naked in their cabin being spoon-fed soup by Dean himself.
Even without the bizarre situation, the man would be strange. His skin is oddly pale, though there are dark freckles down his calves, making his feet a dark grey that would have looked sickly in another situation. His eyes are as blue as the ocean on a clear, sunny day and his teeth look sharper than teeth ought to.
“Meet Cas,” Dean tells Sam with a grin.
Cas fixes Sam with an intense gaze and replies with a bark. A bark that might sound like “Cas,” but only if one strained.
Sam shoots Dean a look. There is something seriously wrong with this situation. The world’s fraught with magic and monsters, after all, and their family business, their fishing business, is perfectly safe and perfectly ordinary. Sam isn’t interested in making it any more interesting. Up until now, he’s assumed Dean felt the same.
Dean merely shrugs and continues to spoon feed the strange, naked man. “He doesn’t speak Common,” Dean informs his brother.
Can you imagine Dean taking Cas to capture fireflies
Like Cas knows all about the insect of course. He was there when God made them. But they still fascinate him as he stares out the passenger window, hundreds of green dots flashing in the expanse of fields Dean is speeding past on their way back from a hunt.
He knows it’s a human custom for children to try to capture them and he asks Dean if he and Sam ever did. Dean scoffs for a second like its the most random question Cas has ever asked (it’s definitely not) but tells Cas about how sometimes he and Sam would stay at Bobby’s and they’d run around the yard at dusk trying to capture as many fireflies as possible before being called in for bed and the memory brings a gentle smile to the hunter’s face that Cas wants to seal in a jar to save forever.
Instead Cas remarks on how fun that must have been and Dean shrugs. They fall into a silence, Dean watching the road and Cas studying the pattern of illumination outside the window.
Then suddenly Dean is pulling off onto a gravel side row. He drives about a mile down until he’s sure no one else will be coming their way and he turns the car off. Cas is asking what he’s doing but Dean doesn’t answer and gets out of the car to start digging through the trunk. Cas opens his own door and as he straightens Dean cheers and comes around the Impala with a clear jar in his hand. He offers it to Cas. He tilts his head toward the field. “Go try it.”
Cas is hesitant at first, slowly taking the jar from Dean and taking a step toward the tall grass. He can hear the swarm of the insects, can feel their buzzing as the hot summer air settles over his skin thick and wet. He’s already sweating. He can feel a bead forming at his hairline, ready to trickle down the side of his face but he ignores it to lift his hand and gently intercept the path of a fly. He brings it to his face and carefully opens his hand.
He stares in wonderment as the insect crawls along the lines of his palms, studies its tiny red head and the shape of its wings. And then he gasps as it lights up, illuminating the enclosure of his hand bright green for a short moment. Cas flattens his palm and smiles as the firefly wanders to the tip of his finger and flutters its wings and is gone.
“You’re supposed to put them in the jar, Cas,” Dean calls from where he leans against the Impala.
But Cas doesn’t want to capture them.
He just wants to exist amongst the stars again.
He drops the jar and lifts his arms.
His skin is glistening with sweat now. His clothes feel damp. He feels the give of his shoes in the soft ground and the sway of the grass against his calves. But as Cas looks out at the thousands of lights above him, buzzing around his outreached hands, Castiel is not in a field in the middle of Kansas.
A hesitant hand presses into his shoulder and Cas turns with a smile, gazing into two shimmering green eyes that put the fireflies to shame. Dean is smiling too and he’s so close Cas is struck with the nostalgic sensation he would get when forming supernovas with his fingertips.
He feels the pull and lets gravity take control, leaning into Dean until their smiles touch and it’s like Cas can feel his grace again, pulsing through his veins and straining against his being.
Their first kiss is so gentle but Cas feels fierce power like nothing he’s ever possessed. One of Dean’s hands comes up to cup his face, his fingers shivering along Cas’s cheekbone and Cas wraps his arms around Dean’s waist, not willing to ever let this go.
~ Cylinder seal and modern impression: Ishtar image and a worshiper below a canopy flanked by winged genies.
Date: ca. 8th–7th century B.C.
Place of origin: Mesopotamia
Cas shrunk back from walking into the library at the sound
voice – for very good reasons.
He heard the unconvinced noise Mary made as she shrugged before replying.
“It broke the spell and saved the town – it’s not hard to
believe they’d do it… For the greater good.”
Sam still sounded agitated although Cas agreed with Mary –
and he should know better than them about it. “No, Mom, we were all in the room.
All the ritual asked for was a kiss… I mean what if all we needed to do was
something like me giving you a peck on the cheek? It was a vaguely phrased
“I suppose so…”
Sam had gone into full ranting mode – “And – even if it had to be a kiss on the mouth – Cas could
have kissed any of us. There were options. He could have kissed you, or, well,
he was standing right next to me when Dean read the thing out, and a lot of
people were going to die really soon. I’d take one for the team.”
Warnings: smut, anal sex, dry humping (is that a warning?)
Word Count: 2100ish
A/N: My use of the movie wasn’t my most creative idea ever, but I still love writing these too dorks having all the sweet sex. Feedback much appreciated!
“What are we watching?” Dean relaxes just asking the question. These movie nights with Cas are his favorite nights, when everything is quiet except for the small laptop on his bed, and the whole world outside of his bedroom doesn’t exist.
They were his favorite nights even before he and Cas became…whatever they are- they haven’t really talked about it or labeled it, but Cas does stay in Dean’s bedroom every night now, and they definitely do more than sleep. But now, now that Dean’s allowed to snuggle into Cas’ side, or fall asleep tangled up in him afterward, or distract himself with sex if the movie is boring, now these nights are the absolute best nights Dean has.