Angel.” He stated, narrowing his eyes as he stared your way. “And
you’re Y/N. I’ve heard about you.”
“An Angel?” You questioned, still shrinking into the corner
of the car, your heart beating furiously at the stranger who had just magically
appeared in the car. “They’re just myths, and what has been said about them is
nothing good.” You muttered, narrowing your eyes as he stared your way.
“I assure you, I’m not a myth. But as for the other part,
there are certain Angels who do more harm than good.” He told you.
Time and POV in Stuck in the Middle With You 12x12...
“So… tell me a story…” says Mr. Ketch, sitting across from Mary, just after the burning MOL symbol of the season announces…
The narrative is thus framed as told in flashback by Mary to Mr. Ketch.
The first POV we get is therefore Mary’s…
Time card… accompanied by the ticking of a stop watch (which we hear at intervals throughout the episode).
Mary witnesses Dean performing “super-hetero Dean” for Wally, or attempting to, in a diner - doesn’t go so well, with the, “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend,” huh Dean? Although, of course we can all agree Cas IS devastatingly handsome…
Mary is not impressed… (not with her sons bickering either - oh Mary - you ain’t seen nothing yet…)
Tabula Rasa by Dangerousnotbroken Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 78,300 Summary:
Once upon a time, Castiel Novak had everything. He had a happy home life, a full scholarship, and, if he played his cards right, a promising journalism career. And on top of all of that, he had Dean. Then tragedy struck, as it tends to do, and Castiel lost everything. At thirty six, he’s got none of those things. He’s got no family to speak of. He’s got a job investigating purportedly true tales of the supernatural for a magazine no one reads. And worst of all he hasn’t seen Dean in nearly twenty years. So when research for an article turns him on to a witch who apparently grants wishes in exchange for stories, Castiel figures it’s worth the risk. If making a deal with a witch can get him Dean back, what has he got to lose?
Here’s a Dean and Cas reunion fic with a twist to end all reunion fics. But also this is an engaging magical mystery in its own rights. It’s the kind of story I am used to finding among published fiction or posted during fic challenges - well plotted, beautifully written, with subtle foreshadowings and neat twists.
The fic starts with Cas writing an article about yet another busted supernatural case. Yes, this is a human AU, yes supernatural exists just like on the show and Cas is one of the rare people who knows about it. I love Cas’ characterization here. He’s so weary and exhausted by life, yet he keeps going. His only hope is one day, somewhere to find his Dean and he holds onto that even at his lowest moments. The fic takes its time to tell us about how Cas and Dean met and why they parted. It was not what I expected. Then, when Cas finally meets Dean, nothing goes as he’s expected either. This story surprised me at every turn. I loved trying to guess the mystery of the main event and when it was revealed, damn, be careful what you wish for, is all I can say. Truly, this a wonderful story about second chances, bittersweet reunions and making amends for past regrets.
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“Why not?” You whined, dropping your arms to your side. Castiel sighed and rubbed his face. You were four months pregnant with you and Cas’s first child. Sometimes the urges were annoying, but in the end, it’ll be all worth it. Cas sat down the edge of the bed and you walked over to him, grabbing his hand and putting it up to your stomach. “Please? For me?” You leaned forward and kissed his lips. At this stage, you were horny and it was all the time. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch.
“Cas, what’re you doing? Sam’s waiting for us.” Dean asks, as the angel yanks him in another direction.
“It says it can take photos of us, Dean.” Cas says, as if that explains everything.
“We have to go check out the crime scene. We’re on a job here, ya know.” Dean grumbles but continues to follow Cas and that’s when he sees what the angel was talking about.
Dean groans. “Cas, we’re not -”
“It’ll only take a second.” Cas says, and then he’s pulling Dean into the photo booth with him and sitting down on the small bench inside.
Dean’s increasingly aware of the way their thighs and arms are pressed together. His palms start to sweat. Dean huffs and turns his head to see Cas frowning. The angel then adorably tilts his head to the side. Did he just think that? Adorable? Dean shakes his head.
“Why isn’t it taking pictures of us?”
“Because you have to pay for it, obviously. And I ain’t paying for it.” he mumbles, rubbing his sweaty palms on his black slacks. Then he makes the mistake of looking into Cas’ stupid, big, blue puppy eyes.
That word flares up in his mind again. Adorable. No, Cas isn’t adorable. He is not at all adorable. The angel scrunches his eyebrows together and pouts. Fuck, he’s adorable. And you’re so screwed, Dean thinks, his own mind mocking him.
“Fine.” Dean says, pulling the red, velvet curtain closed before digging into his wallet and pushing a few coins into the slot. Cas visibly brightens at that and the screen starts to display large numbers counting down.
“Okay, Cas, we got four shots and then we’re out of here.” Dean mutters, watching as the screen counts down. Three, two, one.
Dean only just remembers to smile in time for the first shot. The next shot snaps just as Dean feels Cas rest his head in his shoulder. Dean smiles even more at that but then just in time for the third shot, Dean feels lips pressed to his cheek.
He stiffens and immediately feels Cas recoil away. He’s not even paying attention when the fourth shot is taken. He sits stunned, in silence and Cas eventually clears his throat, breaking it and mumbles something along the lines of ‘it says to now collect the photos outside’.
Broken out of his trance, Dean grunts before pushing out of the booth, past the red, velvet curtain to see that their are two separate strips of the four pictures that we’re taken.
Dean grabs one and takes a closer look, his eyes immediately drawn to the one where Cas is kissing Dean on the cheek. Did that really just happen? Did Cas just kiss him on the cheek? Then his eyes lower and sees the next one of Dean, stiff as a board and Cas looking…well…upset.
Dean swallows. He needs to know. He knew he would never have the guts to take the first step in fear of rejection but what if…“Um, Cas, buddy, why did you - uh - you know, um, kiss me…on the cheek?” Dean swears, his voice is as high as a thirteen year old girl and he would be embarrassed but all of his attention is focused solely on the angel.
Cas looks down, his own photo strip crumpled in his hand, and his cheeks tinged a shade of pink. “I was just doing what it said to do.” he mumbles, pointing to the side of the booth.
What it said to do? Dean follows Cas’ hand and - oh. And there it is. The disappointment. Because obviously Cas would just do the exact same thing as the couple are doing on the example pictures. Smiling in the first one, head rested on the shoulder in the second one, a kiss in the cheek in the third one, and a kiss on the lips in the last one.
Dean squints. He glares at the fourth photo. The couple is kissing. On the lips.
“We should probably go. We still need to look at the crime scene.”
“Wait.” Dean says, and Cas suddenly looks nervous.
“Dean, I’m -”
“Why didn’t you kiss me on the lips in the last one?“ Dean asks, and Cas looks away again, his blush now spreading to his neck.
“You looked uncomfortable.” Cas mumbles, his hands playing with the edges of his photo strip.
Dean takes a deep breath. “Did you want to?” A beat.
“Yes.” Cas whispers, shuffling from one foot to another.
“Oh, fuck.” Dean mutters, just as he pushes Cas back into the photo booth and pulls the curtain across. Cas eyes are wide, his mouth parted as he watches Dean shove more coins into the slot.
“Alright, four shots.” Dean says, and then he grabs Cas’ face and crushes their lips together. He feels Cas’ breath hitch and fear spikes in Dean’s gut but then Cas relaxes and pushes back, their lips moulding together perfectly. Dean’s never felt so alive. Cas’ lips are so soft in contrast to the rough stubble on his jaw but Dean wouldn’t have it any other way.
They don’t even hear the pictures snapping. They’re seemingly in a world of their own.
Eventually though, Dean has to pull away for air, but he doesn’t stray far, his head resting against Cas’. He smiles and the angel smiles too. It’s followed by the snap of the camera and this time they hear it.
Cas chuckles and it’s in that way where his nose scrunches up as much as possible and his eyes crinkle at the sides and Dean is so screwed.
“So, are you not uncomfortable with me kissing you anymore?” Cas asks, his deep, gravelly voice like music to Dean’s ears.
“No, I guess not.” Dean breathes out, grinning at the angel in front of him.
And if they spend the next ten minutes passionately making out in the photo booth, then nobody would notice…well, until a week later, when Sam finds the photo strips of them kissing and adorably resting the foreheads together - Dean loves that word now - then only Sam had to know why they were nearly half an hour late to the crime scene.
Cain watched out the window as the Impala pulled up the driveway. Dean got out, followed by another man dressed in a trench coat. Cain met them on the porch.
“Dean. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dean nodded to the angel on his left. “This is Castiel.”
“Y/N’s brother,” Cain said.
“I… was hoping to talk to her.”
Cain studied the two men on his porch before going down the steps. He led the visitors around the house into the backyard. You were seated on an old wooden swing, dangling from a strong branch.
“Y/N,” Cain called. “There’s someone here to see you.”
You looked up, finding the three men striding towards you. Your eyes immediately landed on your brother. “Castiel!” you yelled, jumping from the swing. You ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, nearly knocking him over.
The elder angel was startled but gently wrapped his arms around you. “Hello, Y/N.”
With your head still on Cas’ chest, you peered at Dean. “Hello, Dean.”
“Hey, Y/N. Where’s your bee friend?”
As if on cue, the plump little bumblebee floated up to the group, buzzing around Cas’ head.
“Gerald, I’d like you to meet my brother, Castiel,” you said with a smile. “Yes, the one I’ve told you about.”
“Hello, Gerald,” Cas said.
“Cain, can I show him the garden?”
“Of course,” Cain said. He and Dean watched as you slipped your hand into Cas’, leading him towards the small garden plot at the front of the house.
“Come on.” Cain led Dean into the house through the backdoor. The two made their way into the kitchen where Cain offered his guest a beer. Dean took it with a nod of thanks.
From the window in the kitchen, Dean and Cain watched as you led your brother through the garden. A number of bees swarmed around you to greet you and your guest.
“Don’t… read too much into this,” Dean started. “But why’d you take her in?”
Cain said nothing for a few moments, simply continued to stare out the window. “She needed someone,” he finally said. “And… I did, too.”
Dean nodded even though the older man couldn’t see. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s…” He paused. “She seems happy. And of course, there’s the whole bee thing…”
Cain turned his head slightly towards Dean. “She’s adapted.” He turned back to the window. “But she does seem happy that you brought her brother here.”
“Yeah, sorry for bursting in. But you know how angel time works. You see them for five minutes and then they disappear for weeks with no contact, only to reappear when you’re least expecting them.”
Cain shrugged. “Well, since you’re here, I suppose I should invite you to stay for dinner.”
Yes, Jessa did a fabulous job as Fem!Cas, not only her looks matched Castiel’s but also she executed his mannerisms and expressions very well. It was refreshing and exciting to see, it gave people material to write, and the writers with that move reminded us that Castiel is a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent, that he is indifferent to sexual orientation/biology/identity.
But for me, Misha’s Castiel is Cas. Cas with the bed head and abyssal blue eyes and the irritated expression of an adorable puppy who is a bamf. A bee lover and still socially awkward despite his best efforts, yet his kindness, loyalty, and love for humanity are unbound. The deep-voiced, commanding yet willing to sacrifice his life for those he loves, the angel who is more human than a divine beings should be, the being who has fallen in so many ways and is still willing to give his life or take lives to protect The Winchesters. To me that is the real Cas.
The Cas from last week, the Cas in the female body, the one that didn’t bat an eye when knowing a child they believed was a nephilim was going to be smite, that Cas was the old Cas from s4. The cold soldier who obeyed without asking questions, the Cas who didn’t know love or hadn’t experienced the pain humans feel, the Cas who didn’t know family and despite being in heaven surrounded by his sibling, felt lonely.
So yes, Misha’s Cas is irreplaceable. No one can transmit all the deep emotions and raw feelings like Misha does. I would love to see Misha show more of Cas’s layers, how he feels now, what are his thoughts. It’ll be enlightening if the writers let us see more of how this more human Cas, this free Cas makes more complicated decisions. I want to see what he is going to do when he finds Lucifer’s child.
*FYI: It is fine if your opinions differ from mine, but if you send hate my way, I will block your ass*
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I honestly dont think anybody has anything against Kelly and Castiel's platonic bond but are fearing they'll take it to a romantic route. Being together raising a child and a guardian angel? well Destiel fans know how romantic that is/can be. I can see the potential romance story there, if they'll do it is another matter, hope not
I know what you mean, but I sure hope not and I don’t see it going that way. I don’t think they have the balls at this point to flat out no-homo Destiel as they know they will lose viewers, same that they don’t have the balls to flat out homo Destiel before it is much more at an endgame point as they expect they might lose viewers?
I mean, I am kind of sick of the concept that man + woman (and baby) = love story. The reason we ship Destiel is cos of the romantic tropes between them, and there are like, NONE between Cas and Kelly? Other than the fact that he is protecting her - but this is because of CAS’S MORALS, not particularly due to who SHE IS.
Dude, she’s been raped and tortured and having lucifers kid, this is not the time to make a move, if anything that is predatory on Cas’s part if so? That is totally against his whole character. Cas has been in love with Dean for HOW LONG? and hasn’t made a move? Like, the guy isn’t exactly begging for it left right and centre. I think he’s more classy than that even if there was something there, which there isn’t. Im sorry to bring it up again but it’s exactly like the way Dean and Eileen had NO chemistry. This for me is the same, Cas and Kelly’s interactions are all about his MORAL stance, his love for HUMANITY and doing the RIGHT thing, NOT about her or her personality per se.
Sorry I wrote about this in another post just now so completely forgot to write about it here thanks @winjennster for reminding me, this is also all about Cas’s role as a PROTECTOR. Which is key to his arc.
Also, the interactions we have seen so far were in the same episode as ALL THE FREAKING DESTIEL TROPES. It’s like they went full HOMO on this thing and totally NO-HETERO’d the Kelly/Cas relationship by YES HOMO-ing the Destiel one.
It’s like the opposite of what we usually have seen in the past. I’m living.
At this point though with the writing last episode tho who freaking knows man, it all comes down to whether this positive endgame is real or not. If this is all wrong then yeah Dean will get a Lisa type family who he doesn’t actually want to be with but feels he should be with cos he hasn’t dropped his facade and is still living a lie, Cas will screw someone and probably die sacrificing and Sam will end up alone. Like, no thanks.
I choose to think no until proven otherwise because there is no way that that is the narrative we have been shown so far between these two.
This is my entry for @roxy-davenport’s July Challenge. This is SOOOO late and I am soooo sorry!
PROMPTS: “Am I going to have to tell you what to do the entire time?” AND “Shut up and kiss me.” CHARACTERS: Female reader, John Winchester, Original characters RATING: Explicit WARNINGS: Language, hunting, witches/demons, slight injury, explicit sexual content WORD COUNT: 5969
You shook your head as you looked at yourself in the
mirror, a deep sigh escaping your lips. You winced as you shifted around,
tugging at the material that refused to budge. A knock sounded at the bathroom
door and you rolled your eyes.
“I’ll be out in a minute!”
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“Well, you don’t have to wear this …
You heard John’s throaty chuckle, and you narrowed
your eyes at your reflection. You raised your eyebrows, then glanced up at the
ceiling, whispering softly.