(So this is sort of a continuation of my other post... fix-it? :P )
He's still standing there, Dean notices. Their angel-gone-human-gone-angel-gone-God-gone-human-again is standing in the middle of Bobby's field of scrap metal, soaking wet in the rain that's been pounding on the windows of this little house the entire day.
Dean notices how Sam is, of course. Months of reading his brother every hour, every minute as the Wall came tumbling down and Sam struggled not to cave under the memories of his personal Hell, has made Dean every bit as good a Sam-gauger as he was in the old days. Perhaps even before Stanford.
His brother's miserable. Cas is miserable. And, Dean? Well, he thrives on the happiness of his family, so of course he's even more miserable than the rest of them.
Demon souls and Purgatory is a tricky deal. Complicated. But really, Dean's content with ignoring the whole half-year that's gone by if it would make Sam and Cas- and himself, by extension- okay again. As okay as they'll ever be.
So he leaves his miserable brother in Bobby's living room and goes out into the rain storm. "Hey, Cas."
Cas barely glances up in greeting, and his eyes hold fear. Why, Dean doesn't understand. "Dean."
Dean doesn't think he's ever heard Cas say a proper 'hello' to him. Or goodbye. He brushes the thought away; doesn't want to think about goodbyes.
The ex-angel is still staring at him, still waiting for something. Dean realizes he's waiting for Dean to react about what he saw earlier. Sam and Cas kissing in the rain. Whether he'll yell at Cas or just hit him.
He's not gonna hit Cas. Maybe he wanted to, for a while, but you don't kick a puppy who's already down. Dean isn't a cruel man outside of Hell- at least, he hopes he isn't. So instead he just waits for something else to happen.
After what seems an eternity and a half, but can't nearly be that long because he's not even soaked through yet, Dean leans forward and presses his lips against Castiel's cheek. There's stubble on it, just a little, and Dean realizes they have to teach Cas to be human now.
The ex-angel himself has closed his eyes, his face a pinched expression as if he's still waiting for Dean to punch him. His breath is coming in short, ragged gasps, and Dean feels the hot puffs of air against his mouth. He's not quite sure when he moved from Cas' cheek to his mouth, but by the time he realizes he's kissing what's now maybe his brother's angel, Cas makes a keening sound low in his throat and is pressing back.
He opens up for Dean, the warm inside of his mouth a stark contrast to his chilled lips, and makes a sound that's almost a sob. He's kissing like he's never done it before, all lips and tongue and pure abandon, and Dean realizes that he's probably right and that this is perhaps Cas' first kiss apart from the one he just shared with Sam. And that's little sick to think about, in a way, so he lets it go.
Then Cas pulls back to stare at Dean again. "Sam," he whispers, and his mouth looks absolutely wrecked in the evening light. If he weren't so beautiful, he would look a bit like a drowned dog who'd just been revived.
"I know," Dean says, because he knowns so goddamn well. "We'll figure out something."
The spark of hope in Cas' eyes almost hurs to watch, it's so fierce. But he doesn't move.
"You... want a beer?" Dean asks hesitantly, and finally his ex-angel nods and follows him back inside.
Dean will give him a beer, and then another one when Sam enters the room along with a very awkward conversation that Dean will never speak to anyone about, ever. But when Cas asks if thy have anything stronger, Dean says no. He thinks about the drug addict version of Cas four years in the future, and gives his ex-angel a third beer instead.
Hm.... Dean/Castiel, Sam/Castiel, idek
He's still standing there, Dean notices. Their angel-gone-human-gone-angel-gone-God-gone-human-again is standing in the middle of Bobby's field of scrap metal, soaking wet in the rain that's been pounding on the windows of this little house the entire day.
Dean notices how Sam is, of course. Months of reading his brother every hour, every minute as the Wall came tumbling down and Sam struggled not to cave under the memories of his personal Hell, has made Dean every bit as good a Sam-gauger as he was in the old days. Perhaps even before Stanford.
His brother's miserable. Cas is miserable. And, Dean? Well, he thrives on the happiness of his family, so of course he's even more miserable than the rest of them.
Demon souls and Purgatory is a tricky deal. Complicated. But really, Dean's content with ignoring the whole half-year that's gone by if it would make Sam and Cas- and himself, by extension- okay again. As okay as they'll ever be.
So he leaves his miserable brother in Bobby's living room and goes out into the rain storm. "Hey, Cas."
Cas barely glances up in greeting, and his eyes hold fear. Why, Dean doesn't understand. "Dean."
Dean doesn't think he's ever heard Cas say a proper 'hello' to him. Or goodbye. He brushes the thought away; doesn't want to think about goodbyes.
The ex-angel is still staring at him, still waiting for something. Dean realizes he's waiting for Dean to react about what he saw earlier. Sam and Cas kissing in the rain. Whether he'll yell at Cas or just hit him.
He's not gonna hit Cas. Maybe he wanted to, for a while, but you don't kick a puppy who's already down. Dean isn't a cruel man outside of Hell- at least, he hopes he isn't. So instead he just waits for something else to happen.
After what seems an eternity and a half, but can't nearly be that long because he's not even soaked through yet, Dean leans forward and presses his lips against Castiel's cheek. There's stubble on it, just a little, and Dean realizes they have to teach Cas to be human now.
The ex-angel himself has closed his eyes, his face a pinched expression as if he's still waiting for Dean to punch him. His breath is coming in short, ragged gasps, and Dean feels the hot puffs of air against his mouth. He's not quite sure when he moved from Cas' cheek to his mouth, but by the time he realizes he's kissing what's now maybe his brother's angel, Cas makes a keening sound low in his throat and is pressing back.
He opens up for Dean, the warm inside of his mouth a stark contrast to his chilled lips, and makes a sound that's almost a sob. He's kissing like he's never done it before, all lips and tongue and pure abandon, and Dean realizes that he's probably right and that this is perhaps Cas' first kiss apart from the one he just shared with Sam. And that's little sick to think about, in a way, so he lets it go.
Then Cas pulls back to stare at Dean again. "Sam," he whispers, and his mouth looks absolutely wrecked in the evening light. If he weren't so beautiful, he would look a bit like a drowned dog who'd just been revived.
"I know," Dean says, because he knowns so goddamn well. "We'll figure out something."
The spark of hope in Cas' eyes almost hurs to watch, it's so fierce. But he doesn't move.
"You... want a beer?" Dean asks hesitantly, and finally his ex-angel nods and follows him back inside.
Dean will give him a beer, and then another one when Sam enters the room along with a very awkward conversation that Dean will never speak to anyone about, ever. But when Cas asks if thy have anything stronger, Dean says no. He thinks about the drug addict version of Cas four years in the future, and gives his ex-angel a third beer instead.
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