Have a Little Faith (Part 1)
Title: Have a Little Faith (part 1)
Author: angel_kink
Rating: PG
Paring: Eventually Dean/Cas
Genre: Pre-slash, Case Fic
Spoiler: General Season 6
Word Count: ~1500
Warning: Profanity
Summary: After the war in Heaven is over Cas begins to adjust to his new responsibilities.
A/N: Writing missing scenes is fun and I will continue that ‘verse, but I want to get more creative so… here is this! This is also my first Case!Fic.
Somehow Sam and Dean found themselves pulled back into the hunting lifestyle after the dust settled from the wars in Heaven and Hell. They could have washed their hands of it all and tried to start normal lives, but hunting was deeply ingrained in who they were as people. Besides, they’d both tried it before and neither of their ‘normal lives’ really took. They’d both given it their all, but time and time again found themselves drawn back into the world of hunting.
The Winchester boys didn’t let these experiences get them down, though. They managed to channel the pain and frustration into determination and strength. It was this drive that led them to their current case in Flagstaff, Arizona. It only took them about a day to conclude that the blood drained bodies with mysterious lacerations meant vampires. They weren’t sure how many they were dealing with, but they were no stranger to the creatures and figured they would be moving on in a matter of days.
But then Dean’s cell phone started to ring. Sam could tell something was wrong when Dean looked at the caller ID and raised his eyebrows. He flipped open the phone and put it to his ear. “Cas?”
Sam was on his feet instantly and Dean held up his hand to stop him from interrupting. “Yeah, we’re in Flagstaff, Red Light Motel room 10.” As soon as he heard Cas flutter into the room he hung up the phone and gaped at the angel.
Sam was staring at him expectantly as well and Castiel shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. “Hello.”
Dean shook his head slightly amazed. “Yeah, hello, what’s wrong this time?”
Castiel tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Nothing is ‘wrong’ Dean. At least not that I am aware of.”
“Then why are you here?” Sam interjected. “I mean, not that it’s not good to see you, but we always tend to meet up when shit’s about to go down.”
Castiel was crossing the room now to stand near Dean. Nobody really questioned the angel getting up in his personal space anymore. They were like magnets and though it was awkward at first, both Sam and Dean just sort of learned to go with it. He was standing mere inches in front of him now.
“I assure you that ‘shit’ is not ‘going down.’ The disarray in Heaven has mostly been controlled and I found myself with no further urgent responsibilities.” He glanced at Sam. “If something is required of me I’ll be called back.”
Dean shifted a little and the angel’s eyes latched back onto his. “Right, well, we are in the middle of a case, so you can either spend your little vacation helping us, which doesn’t sound like a very fun vacation, or you can wing off to the Bahamas or something.”
Cas didn’t even hesitate. “I can assist.”
Dean broke eye contact and walked over to the table where all of their notes were laid out. He spread the papers out and began gesturing towards them as he explained what they had so far. “In the past two weeks nine people have drained dry here. Seven of them had lacerations on their necks, two of them had them on their wrists…”
“Vampires?”
“Probably. We don’t know how many or where, but it’s pretty clear that’s what we’ve got here.”
The papers suddenly flew off the table and they realized Castiel had flown off. “Dammit, he needs to learn how to say good bye.”
“I wasn’t leaving for long enough for that to matter.” He was standing behind Dean now and the hunter turned around to face him. “It’s not vampires.”
“What, really?” Castiel glared at him, offended at being questioned like that. “Then what?”
“I don’t know. There doesn’t appear to be any dangerous supernatural creatures in this town. There are a few dozen ghosts, but they are benevolent and don’t require exorcism at this time.”
Sam moved closer to the two of them, feeling slightly left out of the conversation now that his view consisted entirely of Dean’s back. “Then are people doing this?”
Cas glanced back at the younger Winchester and repeated each word carefully. “I. Don’t. Know.”
Dean threw his hands up in the air and turned back towards the table. “Looks like we’re back at square one then.” He leaned over the table and stared at the paper work for a minute. “I need a drink. Think I saw a bar just down the street. Who’s coming?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you just say we’re back at square one? We need to review the evidence and figure out what we missed.”
“You need to review the evidence. I need a beer. I’ll be back in an hour.” He looked at the angel. “You coming?”
Castiel glanced back down at the stacks of paperwork spread across the table. “If I may look over the evidence from the bar, then yes.”
“No, the paperwork stays here,” he grunted as he grabbed his coat. He was losing this battle, he could tell. Sam was wearing his patented Bitch Face and Cas looked conflicted between helping with the case and being glued to Dean’s hip. “Fine, look, I’ll give you the run down at the bar and when we get back you and Sam can geek out over the files and stuff, ok?”
Cas looked to Sam to gauge his reaction. Sam just rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever, just go. I’ll call you if I figure anything else out.”
Dean and Cas took the long way to the bar, leaving behind the Impala and ignoring Cas’ flying capabilities so they could travel the quarter mile on foot.
“So, Heaven is in order now, huh?” Dean asked as they headed out across the parking lot.
“Not entirely. There are… struggles. Heaven hasn’t seen a regime change in millennia and it will take time for things to adjust.”
“But it’s calm enough for you to be down here with us?”
“Heaven is in capable hands.” Dean moved into the angel’s space to avoid an oncoming fire hydrant. Even once they passed the object Dean remained shoulder to shoulder with his companion as Castiel continued to explain. “I have officers I trust watching over all aspects of Heaven. I’ve decided to divide my time between Earth and Heaven. There is no need for me to watch over every move my subordinates make.”
“That’s kind of why you got chosen for the gig, isn’t it?” Cas tilted his head again. “I mean, we weren’t ‘Team Free Will’ for nothing. It’d be kind of hypocritical if you ran Heaven with an iron fist.” He noticed Castiel’s features sadden slightly. “Cas?”
“I hope my leadership capabilities are strong enough for the position that I’ve been given. Before being resurrected for the second time I was a relatively low ranking angel. I believe the equivalent would be a Sergeant in your country’s armed services. And now I’m the General.”
“It’s a pretty big promotion, I admit,” he said as he wrapped his arm around the angel’s shoulder. “But you wouldn’t have gotten it if you didn’t deserve it, right? I mean, it came from the big guy himself. And as far as I know, you’ve never really doubted Him. I’ve seen you pissed off at him, sure, but have you ever doubted him?”
“No,” the angel said instantly. “Never. As you said, I’ve been ‘pissed’ at Him before, but it is not the same.”
“Right,” he said as he gave his shoulders a squeeze. “So don’t doubt Him now.” Castiel smirked and Dean was instantly uncomfortable. “What?”
“Three years ago I would not have seen a future where you would be giving me a lesson on faith. But now it seems to make sense.”
“I wouldn’t consider this a ‘lesson on faith.’ It’s more… ‘lesson on confidence.’ I’ve seen you do the impossible. I’ve seen you outnumbered and outgunned and still come out on top. I’ve seen you sacrifice yourself for people over and over again. Cas, I’ve seen you at your weakest and yet I never once doubted you. I have faith in you. Why don’t you?” He hadn’t meant to use ‘faith’ the second time and when the angel tilted his head and smiled he tried to recover. “It’s an expression, Cas.”
“But it isn’t. You meant it.” And he did, but he was never a fan of talking about religious crap.
Thankfully the bar was in sight and Dean eagerly pointed to it. “Well look at that, it’s a bar! Let’s get drunk.” He patted the angle on the shoulder and guided him toward the bar.
Author: angel_kink
Rating: PG
Paring: Eventually Dean/Cas
Genre: Pre-slash, Case Fic
Spoiler: General Season 6
Word Count: ~1500
Warning: Profanity
Summary: After the war in Heaven is over Cas begins to adjust to his new responsibilities.
A/N: Writing missing scenes is fun and I will continue that ‘verse, but I want to get more creative so… here is this! This is also my first Case!Fic.
Somehow Sam and Dean found themselves pulled back into the hunting lifestyle after the dust settled from the wars in Heaven and Hell. They could have washed their hands of it all and tried to start normal lives, but hunting was deeply ingrained in who they were as people. Besides, they’d both tried it before and neither of their ‘normal lives’ really took. They’d both given it their all, but time and time again found themselves drawn back into the world of hunting.
The Winchester boys didn’t let these experiences get them down, though. They managed to channel the pain and frustration into determination and strength. It was this drive that led them to their current case in Flagstaff, Arizona. It only took them about a day to conclude that the blood drained bodies with mysterious lacerations meant vampires. They weren’t sure how many they were dealing with, but they were no stranger to the creatures and figured they would be moving on in a matter of days.
But then Dean’s cell phone started to ring. Sam could tell something was wrong when Dean looked at the caller ID and raised his eyebrows. He flipped open the phone and put it to his ear. “Cas?”
Sam was on his feet instantly and Dean held up his hand to stop him from interrupting. “Yeah, we’re in Flagstaff, Red Light Motel room 10.” As soon as he heard Cas flutter into the room he hung up the phone and gaped at the angel.
Sam was staring at him expectantly as well and Castiel shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. “Hello.”
Dean shook his head slightly amazed. “Yeah, hello, what’s wrong this time?”
Castiel tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “Nothing is ‘wrong’ Dean. At least not that I am aware of.”
“Then why are you here?” Sam interjected. “I mean, not that it’s not good to see you, but we always tend to meet up when shit’s about to go down.”
Castiel was crossing the room now to stand near Dean. Nobody really questioned the angel getting up in his personal space anymore. They were like magnets and though it was awkward at first, both Sam and Dean just sort of learned to go with it. He was standing mere inches in front of him now.
“I assure you that ‘shit’ is not ‘going down.’ The disarray in Heaven has mostly been controlled and I found myself with no further urgent responsibilities.” He glanced at Sam. “If something is required of me I’ll be called back.”
Dean shifted a little and the angel’s eyes latched back onto his. “Right, well, we are in the middle of a case, so you can either spend your little vacation helping us, which doesn’t sound like a very fun vacation, or you can wing off to the Bahamas or something.”
Cas didn’t even hesitate. “I can assist.”
Dean broke eye contact and walked over to the table where all of their notes were laid out. He spread the papers out and began gesturing towards them as he explained what they had so far. “In the past two weeks nine people have drained dry here. Seven of them had lacerations on their necks, two of them had them on their wrists…”
“Vampires?”
“Probably. We don’t know how many or where, but it’s pretty clear that’s what we’ve got here.”
The papers suddenly flew off the table and they realized Castiel had flown off. “Dammit, he needs to learn how to say good bye.”
“I wasn’t leaving for long enough for that to matter.” He was standing behind Dean now and the hunter turned around to face him. “It’s not vampires.”
“What, really?” Castiel glared at him, offended at being questioned like that. “Then what?”
“I don’t know. There doesn’t appear to be any dangerous supernatural creatures in this town. There are a few dozen ghosts, but they are benevolent and don’t require exorcism at this time.”
Sam moved closer to the two of them, feeling slightly left out of the conversation now that his view consisted entirely of Dean’s back. “Then are people doing this?”
Cas glanced back at the younger Winchester and repeated each word carefully. “I. Don’t. Know.”
Dean threw his hands up in the air and turned back towards the table. “Looks like we’re back at square one then.” He leaned over the table and stared at the paper work for a minute. “I need a drink. Think I saw a bar just down the street. Who’s coming?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you just say we’re back at square one? We need to review the evidence and figure out what we missed.”
“You need to review the evidence. I need a beer. I’ll be back in an hour.” He looked at the angel. “You coming?”
Castiel glanced back down at the stacks of paperwork spread across the table. “If I may look over the evidence from the bar, then yes.”
“No, the paperwork stays here,” he grunted as he grabbed his coat. He was losing this battle, he could tell. Sam was wearing his patented Bitch Face and Cas looked conflicted between helping with the case and being glued to Dean’s hip. “Fine, look, I’ll give you the run down at the bar and when we get back you and Sam can geek out over the files and stuff, ok?”
Cas looked to Sam to gauge his reaction. Sam just rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever, just go. I’ll call you if I figure anything else out.”
Dean and Cas took the long way to the bar, leaving behind the Impala and ignoring Cas’ flying capabilities so they could travel the quarter mile on foot.
“So, Heaven is in order now, huh?” Dean asked as they headed out across the parking lot.
“Not entirely. There are… struggles. Heaven hasn’t seen a regime change in millennia and it will take time for things to adjust.”
“But it’s calm enough for you to be down here with us?”
“Heaven is in capable hands.” Dean moved into the angel’s space to avoid an oncoming fire hydrant. Even once they passed the object Dean remained shoulder to shoulder with his companion as Castiel continued to explain. “I have officers I trust watching over all aspects of Heaven. I’ve decided to divide my time between Earth and Heaven. There is no need for me to watch over every move my subordinates make.”
“That’s kind of why you got chosen for the gig, isn’t it?” Cas tilted his head again. “I mean, we weren’t ‘Team Free Will’ for nothing. It’d be kind of hypocritical if you ran Heaven with an iron fist.” He noticed Castiel’s features sadden slightly. “Cas?”
“I hope my leadership capabilities are strong enough for the position that I’ve been given. Before being resurrected for the second time I was a relatively low ranking angel. I believe the equivalent would be a Sergeant in your country’s armed services. And now I’m the General.”
“It’s a pretty big promotion, I admit,” he said as he wrapped his arm around the angel’s shoulder. “But you wouldn’t have gotten it if you didn’t deserve it, right? I mean, it came from the big guy himself. And as far as I know, you’ve never really doubted Him. I’ve seen you pissed off at him, sure, but have you ever doubted him?”
“No,” the angel said instantly. “Never. As you said, I’ve been ‘pissed’ at Him before, but it is not the same.”
“Right,” he said as he gave his shoulders a squeeze. “So don’t doubt Him now.” Castiel smirked and Dean was instantly uncomfortable. “What?”
“Three years ago I would not have seen a future where you would be giving me a lesson on faith. But now it seems to make sense.”
“I wouldn’t consider this a ‘lesson on faith.’ It’s more… ‘lesson on confidence.’ I’ve seen you do the impossible. I’ve seen you outnumbered and outgunned and still come out on top. I’ve seen you sacrifice yourself for people over and over again. Cas, I’ve seen you at your weakest and yet I never once doubted you. I have faith in you. Why don’t you?” He hadn’t meant to use ‘faith’ the second time and when the angel tilted his head and smiled he tried to recover. “It’s an expression, Cas.”
“But it isn’t. You meant it.” And he did, but he was never a fan of talking about religious crap.
Thankfully the bar was in sight and Dean eagerly pointed to it. “Well look at that, it’s a bar! Let’s get drunk.” He patted the angle on the shoulder and guided him toward the bar.