суббота, 12 сентября 2009
Title: Like there's no tomorrow
Author: -Timey~Wimey~Kid-Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Genre: angst
Warnings: slash, spoilers up to 5x01
Summary: First time they met after Lucifer was set free, they didn't have a chance to say much to each other. Now they did.
Word count: 935
A/N: Well, basically this drabble has been growing in my head since I heard "You and your brother destroyed the world" in 5x02 promo. Plus, I was trying to somehow comfort my inner shipper by finding a decent explanation to the coldness of Dean's and Castiel's meeting in 5x01. So, this is it.
Disclaimer: they're all Kripke's dolls, I just stole them to play for a bit.
Dean was sitting on an empty bench...Dean was sitting on an empty bench, his car parked nearby. He needed time to think. Although thinking didn't go very well. He didn't remember when he last had any decent sleep, or eaten anything. He knew, however, that if he tried to sleep now he wouldn't be able to. And he was just too damn tired to look for a round-the-clock diner.
He heard the familiar flapping of wings, but although his heart skipped a beat, he didn't turn around.
Castiel was there now, sitting next to him, their knees almost touching. Dean didn't move. He wasn't sure if he was happy to see the angel or not. Naturally, he was beyond relieved that Castiel was alive. But it seemed like this was not the angel he knew. This new Cas scared the shit out of him: the way he got rid of all those angels in a blink of an eye, the way he managed to pull off Zachariah obeying him...
- Hello Dean, - the familiar voice finally said.
- Why are you here? - Dean asked, still not facing the angel. There was another pause, before Castiel said, not answering the question:
- You know, you and your brother destroyed the world.
Dean couldn’t believe his ears.
- Excuse me? ME and my brother?!
- I told you to stop Sam. Long before this all happened. You should have listened to me.
- Well, - Dean finally turned to face Castiel, getting angrier every minute, - maybe, just maybe, if you've listened to my advice a little earlier, back then, in your stupid “green room”, maybe I would've had time to stop Sam! But no! You had faith, didn't you? After everything Zachariah said, you still believed in destiny and God and all that crap. And you know why? Because you're a coward, Cas.
Castiel looked at him for another moment, his expression unreadable, before lowering his head. And that's when Dean noticed. All that power, all that authority, fury, strength - it was gone in a blink of an eye. Castiel looked... broken. It's as if he took off the mask he was wearing to hide what's inside - for Dean, as he spoke in a quiet voice:
- You know what it's like to Fall, Dean?
Dean didn't know what to answer, so he just waited.
- It's like being ripped apart to pieces and put together again. Only that this is only the physical part. And then again on the inside, there are all these emotions... They keep tearing and hurting and... I don't know how you humans cope with that.
- Cas...
- And having to make own decisions, for the first time, because there are no orders…
- Cas! – Dean grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing to look at him, just the way he had done… it felt like an eternity ago now. - Cas, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you that. What you did was... Well, more than most of your lovely brothers did.
- I guess we’re all guilty here. – Cas bit his lower lip, and it was something he had never done before, something so human, that it caused Dean to change the topic:
- So are you, like… more human now?
- I don’t know what I am, - answered Castiel. - I’m not an angel anymore, not really, but I’m definitely not human. I still have my wings…
- Well that’s… nice. Cuz they looked pretty cool. Would be a pity to lose them.
Castiel looked at him and… smiled. Wow, thought Dean, Castiel understands humor: that was even creepier than him smiting all those angels. Would need some serious getting used to.
- By the way, I… I never said… I’m really glad that you’re, you know. Alive.
- Yeh, me too, - said Castiel. – And I’m happy that you and your brother are.
- I would’ve missed you. – Dean didn’t realize what he said before the words were already spoken. Castiel was looking at him, that confused expression on his face, and Dean felt like it’s no use hiding anything. After all, Cas trusted him to tell a lot about himself… So the words just kept flowing from him: - I mean, now with all that crap going on with Sammy, I feel like you’re the only one I can really trust, and when Chuck said you exploded, well, I thought… - He bit his lower lip. He almost couldn’t say it out loud, because all this pain he had felt that moment was coming back, and it was overwhelming.
- You thought… what?
- That I’ve lost you forever. – He put all his effort into his voice not sounding shaky, but he knew Castiel could see right through him. Always could.
- I’m right here, Dean, - he said. - And I will be, no matter how much you screw up. Okay? – He put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, right above the mark, with calming warmth flowing right into Dean’s body and soul.
And that was it.
Dean grabbed him by the trench coat collar, pulling him into a desperate kiss. He realized this was madness, but he really didn’t give a damn, especially not since Castiel embraced him with his warm, calming arms, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss, and gently caressing his back.
No more words were spoken; they didn’t matter anymore. Neither did the Apocalypse, or Lucifer, or anything else. There was just this bench in the faint moonlight, where the fallen angel and his human were kissing like there was no tomorrow.
@настроение:
tired
@темы:
Destiel,
"Writing is hard",
Супернатуралы,
Слэш,
Фанфики,
"Slasher is a sexual orientation"
Спасибо!
вот это просто шикарно))))
отличный фик, спасибо)))) буду себе представлять, что это просто осталось за кадром и суровый Крипке не это стал показывать, чтобы Винцестники его не зажарили))))))