I Dream of Cassie
Ok, but a modern-day genie story, where Dean is the poor sap who ends up with the genie’s lamp.
He’s just some random college student who’s overworked and underpaid and completing an internship on top of a full load of classes. He’s barely holding his shit together, but he just has one more semester left, and he’s in the clear…when he’ll have to get a job to start paying off his student loans. Whoopee.
And then one day, he somehow ends up with this weird-as-fuck looking lamp thing, but he doesn’t realize it til the thing tumbles out of his shoulder bag after a long day where he was hauling ass all around the city for his stupid internship. So he has no idea where the hell this thing came from or whose it is. But as he goes to pick it up, it slips out of his grasp, and out pops this dark haired, glowy, blue-eyed genie who’s giving his whole spiel about “three wishes, rules, blah blah blah”
But the thing is, Dean’s heard about genies, he *knows* how the tricky little fuckers work, so he refuses. Plus he’s not on board with the whole “enslaved to you for eternity” thing; this is the twenty-first century, goddammit. So instead of using the wishes, he just sticks the lamp on a shelf and tells the genie (Cas, as he comes to learn) that he can just hang out in the apartment until Dean figures out who to get the lamp to.
And at first Cas is kind of miffed; how the hell is he supposed to bring about some well-deserved just desserts if Dean won’t actually wish anything?? But Cas kind of likes the freedom that he suddenly finds himself with. Like, Dean is the chillest fucker Cas has ever met, no matter how much Cas complains.
. “I’m bored!”
“Welcome to the internet. You can use my laptop anytime.”
. "I’m cold!”
“Thermostat’s right on that wall.”
. "I’m hungry!”
“Fridge is through there.”
So Cas decides to bide his time; Dean is going to slip up at some point right? Right… but the thing is, Dean doesn’t actually do much in the apartment. Between work and classes and the few friends he manages to keep up with, he’s only in the apartment long enough to shower, scarf down some food, and crash for the night.
Even so, Cas begins to notice…things. Like how Dean’s bummed about a test grade, or pissed about a group project where someone’s not doing their share, or coming down with the sniffles. And at first Cas ignores it; why should he, an immortal, all-powerful creature, deign to notice the plights of one insignificant human?
But as time passes, Cas realizes that Dean isn’t just some insignificant human; he’s probably the best damn person Cas has ever interacted with, and throughout millennia of being stuck in that lamp, Cas has interacted with more than his fair share of awful people.
Dean takes time to talk to the genie at the end of the day, no matter how tired he is. He always makes sure there’s enough food in the fridge. And even though Cas doesn’t actually need to eat (he was just complaining to be an annoying little shit), he begins taking the time to eat with Dean.
And as they eat together, it’s natural that certain topics will come up. Dean asks Cas how he became attached to the lamp, Cas asks Dean how he ended up with an internship in a department he hates. They figure out it’s pretty much the same answer for both of them: wrong place at the wrong time.
After a while, Dean starts to feel bad because the genie’s kind of stuck in limbo without a purpose now. He tries to figure out if there’s a way to free Cas, but apparently there’s this whole ritual that involves the blood of a virgin’s firstborn and the root of a tree that hasn’t grown in over 4 thousand years. So pretty much Cas is stuck with him until they can figure out the rightful owners of the lamp…which probably won’t be until after the internship ends—sorry, Cas.
Not that Cas really minds. Once he got over the whole “no more wishes” thing, he actually started enjoying his time with Dean; he’s like the brother Cas lost when he was enslaved to the lamp. Right? Because that’s totally what’s happening here; these emotions he’s experiencing are totally platonic, like what one would feel towards a sibling or good friend. Definitely nothing more than that.
But brothers and friends can still do nice things for each other. So, even without any wishes, Cas begins to help Dean out (unbeknownst to Dean, of course; he made it perfectly clear at the start that he doesn’t want or need Cas’s help). That class that Dean wasn’t doing so great in? He found someone who’s willing to tutor him for free. The slacker who wouldn’t help on the group project? Suddenly got expelled, so he won’t affect the group’s grade anymore. Those sniffles? Gone.
And Dean appreciates what Cas is doing, even if he doesn’t realize what’s really happening. And Cas is so careful about it, only doing things that could be explained through means other than magic, because he knows that if Dean ever found out, he’d be pissed…and that would be the end of Cas’s good thing with Dean.
And he’s helping Dean! Dean seems happier, and he smiles more, and his laugh comes out more easily, and he’s actually spending more time in the dorm resting and just hanging out with Cas. Things are going pretty awesome, until it comes around and kicks the genie in the ass.
Yeah, that tutor that Cas specifically found to help Dean? Totally hitting on him every chance she gets. And when Dean first tells Cas about it, he can’t figure out if Dean’s pleased or not. And it drives him to distraction because does he like this girl back or not, dammit?
And Cas doesn’t wanna push it; if Dean wants to date some idiot bimbo who thinks with her implants and not her brain, so be it. No big deal, right? Except that it totally is and it bugs the shit out of Cas. But he decides that he won’t interfere; he’ll let nature take its course.
Until the night Dean comes back with a black eye. Apparently the tutor tried to seduce him into taking things further, like to the back seat of his car, and when Dean refused, the girl defaulted to typical college drama queen and started sobbing and berating Dean instead. Which, of course, caused her older brother to freak out at Dean, which led to the brand new shiner he’d be sporting for a few days, at least.
And Cas is about to storm out and find this bitch ass to set her straight about how she treats wonderful, spectacular people like Dean. But before he can get very far, Dean’s grabbing him by the wrist, just a gentle hold that should mean nothing to an immortal, all-powerful creature, like himself, but it stops him more effectively than any warding sigil.
“Cas,” Dean murmurs, a rueful smile on his lips, “it’s not a big deal. Honestly, the girl and her brother were both so shit faced, I doubt they’ll remember it.”
“But, but…” Cas flounders.
He brings his free hand up, his fingers brushing ever so gently against Dean’s stubbled cheek, just like he would if he were about to heal him. But he doesn’t, even though it would be the easiest thing in the world. He can’t; it’ll be way too obvious. All of the other things he’s done for Dean have been simple enough to explain away through non-magical methods, but this… this would be definite and deliberate, and Dean would know. And he probably wouldn’t be very appreciative.
Cas’s eyes flicker to Dean’s, prepared to see confusion at Cas’s hesitation or even distaste at their closeness. What he doesn’t expect is…fondness? Amusement?
“Go ahead,” Dean allows. “I know you want to.”
“Want to what?” Cas hedges, keeping his face carefully neutral.
“I know what you’ve been doing, Cas,” Dean admits, and Cas freezes.
“What have I been doing?”
Dean rolls his eyes as he slowly trails his fingers down the inside of Cas’s wrist that he still holds, his palm warm against Cas’s as he tangles his fingers with the genie’s.
“Suddenly finding a tutor after weeks of searching?”
Cas shrugs, his eyes sliding down to hide his lies. “You put out a lot of feelers; one had to bite eventually.”
“Gordon getting expelled out of nowhere?” Dean continues, ducking his head so he can look right into Cas’s eyes.
“He was using, and he cheated on practically every assignment; he did that to himself,” Cas mutters stubbornly.
“My cold clearing up practically overnight?” Dean presses, his fingers tightening around Cas’s.
“It wasn’t that bad of a cold…” Cas whispers guiltily.
“It took Jo and Benny out of classes for almost a full week,” Dean counters.
Cas finally looks back up at Dean, his cheeks flaming.
“Okay, so I helped you out a few times,” Cas finally concedes. “I just…I wanted to do something for you after how nicely you treated me.”
“Is that it?” Dean wonders, but his green eyes are still teasing and kind.
Cas’s blush worsens. “No, I suppose not.”
“What is it then?” Dean whispers as he slowly ducks in to bring his mouth closer to Cas’s.
And at first Cas can hardly believe it; Dean knows and he’s not mad! What’s more, he doesn’t seem upset by Cas’s affections…if anything, he seems to reciprocate them! Cas’s mind circles around and around until finally, he realizes that there’s really only one course of action to take.
With a strangled whimper, he moves in to press his mouth against Dean’s, the fingers of his free hand that Dean isn’t holding still stroking against Dean’s cheek. Dean smiles into the kiss, but it’s not long before his lips are too busy for even that.
When they pull apart, panting heavily and smiling dopily, Dean’s black eye is gone.
“Thanks, Cas,” Dean says as he moves back in.
“Anytime, Dean,” Cas replies between kisses.
Later, when Cas and Dean are curled up together on the couch watching Dr. Sexy, Dean asks, “Why did you want to keep it such a secret?”
Cas frowns at him. “You made it perfectly clear when we first met that you didn’t want my help.”
“No,” Dean says, “I didn’t want your wishes. I’ve read enough lore to know that those things come back to bite you in the ass.”
“Well, not always,” Cas admits. Dean arches a brow at him. “The wishes are meant to teach a lesson, but if someone has a truly good soul, then no lessons need to be taught.”
“Are you saying I have a good soul?” Dean wonders, his brow furrowing.
Cas smiles as he smooths his hand over the lines that have appeared there. “You are, by all accounts, a righteous man with a good soul, Dean Winchester. And if I have to belong to someone for the rest of time, you are the one that I would wish for.”
He leans in for another kiss, which Dean readily grants.