Don't Ever Change: Part 2 of 2
Title: Don’t Ever Change (Part 2 of 2)
Author: angel_kink
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for 5x16
Warnings: Profanity
Word Count: ~1350 (this chapter)
Summary: This is the sequel to the extended scene I wrote for 5x04. Dean’s never been one to ‘let it play out.’
A/N: There will be sequels. Right now I'm continuing with the "missing scenes from the show" idea, but at some point I might go AU.
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Part 1 Here
It was Sam’s turn to make a food run, while Dean went through their supplies in a half-assed attempt at doing inventory. He knew they had plenty of everything since they’d been buying ‘extra’ supplies at every opportunity. The last thing they wanted was to get caught in the middle of the apocalypse without the essentials.
His cell phone rang. “Hey, Cas. Yeah, we’re at the Red Light Motel in Wichita room 212.” When he felt Cas appear in the room he hung up and turned around. The angel looked even more disheveled than usual, with his already messy hair even more ruffled and his askew tie almost completely undone. If Dean didn’t know any better, he’d say the angel was even unsteady on his feet. Castiel wasted no time and took a seat at the tiny motel table. Dean instantly went to the fridge and grabbed a couple beers.
“You look tired,” Dean said, crossing the room to join him at the table. “Why do you look tired?”
“I think I might be experiencing exhaustion,” Cas replied, adding a sigh to the end for emphasis.
“That can’t be a fun first experience. Do you need to sleep? I don’t mind taking the floor tonight if you want to take one of the beds.”
“No, I don’t believe I require sleep yet. Just a moment’s rest”
Dean popped open the beers and handed one to Cas. The angel didn’t care much for the taste and knew that one beer wasn’t enough for him to feel anything, but he accepted the drink anyway. Humans seemed to like to share alcoholic beverages with friends and he was glad Dean invited him to partake in the ritual.
“Any other needs? Hungry? Thirsty?”
“No.”
Dean hesitated for a moment, thinking of the instruction the Castiel from the future gave him. ‘Let it play out.’ Well, that wasn’t Dean’s style. He’d been mulling over the situation for months now and he realized that he did love the guy. He wasn’t going to say That Word yet though. “What about in the sex department?”
The angel’s eyes narrowed for a moment, before darting back to the floor. It was a rare occurrence for Cas to avoid eye contact. “I don’t believe so.”
Dean was pretty sure he hit the jackpot here, but he didn’t exactly know what to do next. Shutting up was never an option to Dean, though, so he continued. “’Don’t believe so?’ Don’t sound too confident there, Cas.”
Castiel looked back at him now with a stare that would make most people squirm. Dean was all too familiar with it, though, and patiently waited for the angel to respond. “Emotions have been difficult to understand. I’m struggling.”
Emotions weren’t exactly Dean’s favorite topic, but he knew this must be an overwhelming experience for the poor guy so he pushed further. “Emotions related to-?”
“This topic is uncomfortable for me.”
“Me too,” he said then took a long drink. Castiel realized then that he hadn’t touched his own drink, so he politely took a sip. Dean set his drink down and continued. “I think it’s kind of uncomfortable for most people. That’s why we have beer.”
Dean winced when he thought of the drunk and stoned Cas from the future. Was he responsible for that part of Cas’ future too? Drinking was fine in his book, but Cas had clearly gone overboard on everything in that post-apocalyptic world and that’s what Dean was trying to avoid. He made a mental note to make up for that comment in the future.
Dean was lost in thought when Cas broke the silence. “I feel the need to be near you and I don’t understand what that means.”
“Well, you were never much one for personal space,” Dean scoffed.
“This is different.”
“How?” He knew the answer, but he wanted Cas to figure it out for himself.
“If I understood that we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Dean picked his drink up again and finished it off. He didn’t really have a game plan here. But he was better at reacting than he was at planning anyway, so he threw caution to the wind and stood up.
“Do you trust me, Cas?”
“Of course.” The angel almost seemed offended at the question.
“Then stand up.”
Castiel did so and Dean stepped closer to him. Only a couple of inches separated them and Cas was aware that this was far closer than the typical acceptable distance humans preferred. They weren’t quite touching yet, but Cas felt the need to reach out. The need was both emotional and physical at the same time. But the angel restrained himself.
Cas was having a hard time controlling his expressions though and Dean could read him like a book. He was clearly nervous like he was that night at the brothel, but his eyes were filled with want and need, not fear.
Dean didn’t have to ask, but he did anyway. “What are you feeling right now?”
“I- I don’t know.”
Dean lifted his hand and touched his fingers to Castiel’s cheek. Cas’ body flushed at the contact, but his eyes remained lock with Dean’s.
“Is it a good feeling at least?”
“Yes.”
And suddenly Dean lost his nerve. He wanted to push further, but he also realized how important it was to not fuck this up. This marked the first time Dean ever hesitated when making advances on someone. But this wasn’t just anyone. It was an angel. His angel. His Cas. He froze and they just stared at each other for what felt like minutes.
Finally Dean rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Dammit, Cas!” And then his lips were on Castiel’s and they were both flooded with heat. Dean could tell this wasn’t just the heat of passion or arousal. He had no idea what it was, but he knew he wanted more of it.
He pulled back to look at Cas’ face and found that the angel had actually closed his eyes during the process. As unfamiliar as the guy may be with human interactions, at least he had the sense to shut his eyes while they kissed. He was use to those piercing blue eyes now, but he probably would have lost it if they were fixed on him during that moment. And then the lids slowly opened and they got caught in another intense staring contest.
“Maybe that wasn’t a good example of a normal kiss,” Dean said, voice just one step above a whisper. “Because I’ve never felt anything like that before. What was that?”
“That was my Grace. It appears to react to you even if my vessel doesn’t.”
Really? His vessel didn’t get anything out of that? Dean cautiously looked down. “Uh, Cas, your vessel appears to disagree with you.”
Cas glanced down as well. “Oh,” he said as he blushed. “I guess I am mistaken.”
At that moment they heard a noise at the door and Dean instantly broke contact with Castiel. Sam “Cockblocker” Winchester strolled through the door with bags of greasy fast food.
“Hey Cas,” Sam said when he saw the angel. Dean was thankful that Cas’ billowy trench coat hid the very obvious erection. “What brings you by?”
“I was taking a moment to reflect before continuing my search.”
“He was just hangin’ out, Sam.”
“Ah,” Sam replied, setting the bags of food on the counter.
When the brothers settled down to eat Castiel took it as an opportunity to leave. He knew that his Grace had made contact with Dean’s soul moments ago and that their already strong bond had been magnified. They had bonded the moment he grabbed him and pulled him from hell, but this was the first time since then his Grace physically interacted with Dean’s soul. He could feel the hunter’s thoughts and emotions long after they had separated.
He felt him so strongly that his own chest ached when Dean got shot the next morning. He could even feel Dean’s soul as it ascended to Heaven and, had it not been for that connection, he may not have been able to contact him from beyond the veil.
It seemed that Castiel wasn’t the only one with nice timing.
Author: angel_kink
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for 5x16
Warnings: Profanity
Word Count: ~1350 (this chapter)
Summary: This is the sequel to the extended scene I wrote for 5x04. Dean’s never been one to ‘let it play out.’
A/N: There will be sequels. Right now I'm continuing with the "missing scenes from the show" idea, but at some point I might go AU.
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Part 1 Here
It was Sam’s turn to make a food run, while Dean went through their supplies in a half-assed attempt at doing inventory. He knew they had plenty of everything since they’d been buying ‘extra’ supplies at every opportunity. The last thing they wanted was to get caught in the middle of the apocalypse without the essentials.
His cell phone rang. “Hey, Cas. Yeah, we’re at the Red Light Motel in Wichita room 212.” When he felt Cas appear in the room he hung up and turned around. The angel looked even more disheveled than usual, with his already messy hair even more ruffled and his askew tie almost completely undone. If Dean didn’t know any better, he’d say the angel was even unsteady on his feet. Castiel wasted no time and took a seat at the tiny motel table. Dean instantly went to the fridge and grabbed a couple beers.
“You look tired,” Dean said, crossing the room to join him at the table. “Why do you look tired?”
“I think I might be experiencing exhaustion,” Cas replied, adding a sigh to the end for emphasis.
“That can’t be a fun first experience. Do you need to sleep? I don’t mind taking the floor tonight if you want to take one of the beds.”
“No, I don’t believe I require sleep yet. Just a moment’s rest”
Dean popped open the beers and handed one to Cas. The angel didn’t care much for the taste and knew that one beer wasn’t enough for him to feel anything, but he accepted the drink anyway. Humans seemed to like to share alcoholic beverages with friends and he was glad Dean invited him to partake in the ritual.
“Any other needs? Hungry? Thirsty?”
“No.”
Dean hesitated for a moment, thinking of the instruction the Castiel from the future gave him. ‘Let it play out.’ Well, that wasn’t Dean’s style. He’d been mulling over the situation for months now and he realized that he did love the guy. He wasn’t going to say That Word yet though. “What about in the sex department?”
The angel’s eyes narrowed for a moment, before darting back to the floor. It was a rare occurrence for Cas to avoid eye contact. “I don’t believe so.”
Dean was pretty sure he hit the jackpot here, but he didn’t exactly know what to do next. Shutting up was never an option to Dean, though, so he continued. “’Don’t believe so?’ Don’t sound too confident there, Cas.”
Castiel looked back at him now with a stare that would make most people squirm. Dean was all too familiar with it, though, and patiently waited for the angel to respond. “Emotions have been difficult to understand. I’m struggling.”
Emotions weren’t exactly Dean’s favorite topic, but he knew this must be an overwhelming experience for the poor guy so he pushed further. “Emotions related to-?”
“This topic is uncomfortable for me.”
“Me too,” he said then took a long drink. Castiel realized then that he hadn’t touched his own drink, so he politely took a sip. Dean set his drink down and continued. “I think it’s kind of uncomfortable for most people. That’s why we have beer.”
Dean winced when he thought of the drunk and stoned Cas from the future. Was he responsible for that part of Cas’ future too? Drinking was fine in his book, but Cas had clearly gone overboard on everything in that post-apocalyptic world and that’s what Dean was trying to avoid. He made a mental note to make up for that comment in the future.
Dean was lost in thought when Cas broke the silence. “I feel the need to be near you and I don’t understand what that means.”
“Well, you were never much one for personal space,” Dean scoffed.
“This is different.”
“How?” He knew the answer, but he wanted Cas to figure it out for himself.
“If I understood that we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Dean picked his drink up again and finished it off. He didn’t really have a game plan here. But he was better at reacting than he was at planning anyway, so he threw caution to the wind and stood up.
“Do you trust me, Cas?”
“Of course.” The angel almost seemed offended at the question.
“Then stand up.”
Castiel did so and Dean stepped closer to him. Only a couple of inches separated them and Cas was aware that this was far closer than the typical acceptable distance humans preferred. They weren’t quite touching yet, but Cas felt the need to reach out. The need was both emotional and physical at the same time. But the angel restrained himself.
Cas was having a hard time controlling his expressions though and Dean could read him like a book. He was clearly nervous like he was that night at the brothel, but his eyes were filled with want and need, not fear.
Dean didn’t have to ask, but he did anyway. “What are you feeling right now?”
“I- I don’t know.”
Dean lifted his hand and touched his fingers to Castiel’s cheek. Cas’ body flushed at the contact, but his eyes remained lock with Dean’s.
“Is it a good feeling at least?”
“Yes.”
And suddenly Dean lost his nerve. He wanted to push further, but he also realized how important it was to not fuck this up. This marked the first time Dean ever hesitated when making advances on someone. But this wasn’t just anyone. It was an angel. His angel. His Cas. He froze and they just stared at each other for what felt like minutes.
Finally Dean rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Dammit, Cas!” And then his lips were on Castiel’s and they were both flooded with heat. Dean could tell this wasn’t just the heat of passion or arousal. He had no idea what it was, but he knew he wanted more of it.
He pulled back to look at Cas’ face and found that the angel had actually closed his eyes during the process. As unfamiliar as the guy may be with human interactions, at least he had the sense to shut his eyes while they kissed. He was use to those piercing blue eyes now, but he probably would have lost it if they were fixed on him during that moment. And then the lids slowly opened and they got caught in another intense staring contest.
“Maybe that wasn’t a good example of a normal kiss,” Dean said, voice just one step above a whisper. “Because I’ve never felt anything like that before. What was that?”
“That was my Grace. It appears to react to you even if my vessel doesn’t.”
Really? His vessel didn’t get anything out of that? Dean cautiously looked down. “Uh, Cas, your vessel appears to disagree with you.”
Cas glanced down as well. “Oh,” he said as he blushed. “I guess I am mistaken.”
At that moment they heard a noise at the door and Dean instantly broke contact with Castiel. Sam “Cockblocker” Winchester strolled through the door with bags of greasy fast food.
“Hey Cas,” Sam said when he saw the angel. Dean was thankful that Cas’ billowy trench coat hid the very obvious erection. “What brings you by?”
“I was taking a moment to reflect before continuing my search.”
“He was just hangin’ out, Sam.”
“Ah,” Sam replied, setting the bags of food on the counter.
When the brothers settled down to eat Castiel took it as an opportunity to leave. He knew that his Grace had made contact with Dean’s soul moments ago and that their already strong bond had been magnified. They had bonded the moment he grabbed him and pulled him from hell, but this was the first time since then his Grace physically interacted with Dean’s soul. He could feel the hunter’s thoughts and emotions long after they had separated.
He felt him so strongly that his own chest ached when Dean got shot the next morning. He could even feel Dean’s soul as it ascended to Heaven and, had it not been for that connection, he may not have been able to contact him from beyond the veil.
It seemed that Castiel wasn’t the only one with nice timing.