Have a Little Faith (Part 8)
Title: Have A Little Faith (Part 8)
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Genre: Case!fic, Fluff
Word Count: ~ 1600
Spoiler: General season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean is out of excuses and finally asks Cas some important questions.
A/N: This chapter is mostly fluff/chit chat. Meh.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
For once the Winchesters caved in and let the angel fly them to Bobby’s house. When Castiel made his appearance in Flagstaff Abalam had fled, so there was no point waiting around. It was a good two days worth of driving and they needed access to his resources immediately. However, the hunters didn’t have any better luck at Bobby’s. Even with his vast selection of resources they couldn’t come up with anything new after an entire day of research.
Castiel returned to Heaven to investigate on his end of things, but he’d urged Dean to pray “for any reason.” Dean had gotten so frustrated with research that he was ready to take him up on that offer just to distract himself from the monotony. He didn’t want to abuse the privilege, but the invitation was open this time. He really didn’t have an excuse not to. Dean grabbed a beer and took a seat on the wooden bench on Bobby’s back porch.
He shut his eyes and hesitantly began to pray. “Castiel, I hope this isn’t a stupid reason, but I just want to see you…”
“It’s not a stupid reason, Dean,” he said as he materialized right next to him on the bench.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over. “Can I just be blunt about this whole prayer thing?”
“You’re blunt about everything else.”
And ok, that was accurate. “How does this whole prayer thing work, anyway?”
“You pray to me and I hear you.”
“Yeah, but what makes a prayer a prayer? What’s the different between that and me, I don’t know, just thinking at you or something. What are the mechanics?”
“I see what you mean.” He paused to think of an analogy to help Dean understand. “Do you remember when you referred to the communications of the Heavenly Host as ‘Angel Radio’?”
“Yeah, I guess?”
“Anna was tuning into one open channel. Prayers are on different channels. When you invoke an angel’s name it taps into a private communication exclusive to the one you called.”
“So my prayers to you are just for you. Nobody else can hear them.”
“Yes.”
“And I just have to say your name?”
“And close your eyes.”
“Good to know,” he said as he took a sip of beer. “You need to tell me this shit.”
“You need to ask me ‘this shit.’”
“You don’t want me to pull a Sam and start playing a game of twenty questions, do you?”
“I only understand half of that sentence, but I wouldn’t mind you asking me any number of questions.”
Now he was really out of excuses. He asked for a handbook and here it was in the flesh. There were so many weird things he didn’t understand and wanted to ask he wasn’t even sure where to begin. After mulling over the possibilities for a few seconds he decided to go with one of the more recent questions that had popped into his head.
“So are there limits to how many times you can bring me back to life? I feel like I have a Get Out of Jail Free card from this whole death thing.”
“Not a limit exactly. There are conditions that would make it impossible for me to resurrect you.”
“And what are those?”
“For one, if you choose to stay, I cannot pull you from Heaven.”
“Ok, I don’t see me saying no to life just yet, so what else?” He finished off his beer and set the empty bottle on a nearby table.
“If Death reaps you, there is nothing I can do. His say on the matter is final.”
“So basically if I see his ugly mug again, that’s it, my number is up?”
“Basically.”
“Ok, anything else?”
The angel shifted nervously on the bench. He clearly didn’t want to talk about the third condition but he was going to try anyway. “If your soul is destroyed only God has the power to bring you back. There would be nothing I can do.”
That was a pretty horrific thought. “Let’s make sure that third one doesn’t happen then.” He wrapped his arm around Castiel’s shoulder. “If the other two happen, though, I mean… we kind of have unusual circumstances here, Cas. I hate to sound so overconfident here, but I’m assuming I’m still headed upstairs?”
“Yes, Dean. And I don’t see that changing.”
“So I get to move in with you? Nice. Hope you don’t mind my dirty socks everywhere.”
Cas smiled. Mission accomplished, Dean thought to himself. He found that his usual method of cracking jokes in uncomfortable situations came in quite handy with the angel. Castiel didn’t always understand what Dean was saying, but when Dean felt the tension diffuse Cas felt it too so it worked.
“So I take it that third thing was going to happen to me last night.” Cas nodded. “That sucks. I think I owe you a bigger thanks than I gave you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
He really felt that he did, but he kind of wanted to change the topic. “So, how’s the research going on your end?”
“Not well.”
“That sucks.”
“It does.”
“So until these demons act up we’re pretty much in a holding pattern.”
“I don’t understand what that means.”
“It… fuck, never mind. Guess what I’m trying to say is can you stay tonight?”
“I already planned to.”
“Good.” He wasn’t sure if the angel was aware of the innuendo associated with staying the night with someone.
“I am.”
“You don’t even hide the whole ‘reading my mind’ thing anymore, do you?”
“I don’t.”
“You just going to give me two words answers from now on?”
“No.” Castiel smiled.
“Asshole.” Dean looked at his watch. “Jeez, it’s almost two in the morning. We should…” They were suddenly sitting on the bed in the upstairs guest room. “… right. We could have just walked.”
“Why?”
Because that seems like kind of a waste of your power, he thought.
“It isn’t. My power isn’t unlimited, but it doesn’t drain like it did when I was cut off from Heaven.”
There really does need to be an Angel Handbook.
“Perhaps Chuck is available.”
So… we can have an entire conversation like this?
“Yes.”
“Weird. Not sure I want to do that too long. My mind wanders sometimes and that could get awkward real quick.”
Dean bent over to remove his shoes and the angel followed suit. “I don’t believe you can embarrass yourself any more than you already have.”
“You aren’t good at pep talks.” Dean stood up and removed his jacket. Castiel once again mimicked him and removed his trench coat and suit jacket. It was then that Dean realized Cas really had no idea what he was doing. “This is your first time sleeping in a real bed, isn’t it Cas?”
“It is.”
Dean felt honored that the angel was choosing to have all of these human ‘firsts’ with him. They hadn’t really ever had time to enjoy the perks of humanity until now. For once Castiel could lie down comfortably in a bed and not worry about an apocalypse or war.
“Well, I usually sleep in a t-shirt and jeans. Don’t know what your plan is.”
“Whatever you prefer. Fully clothed, if needed.”
Just the opposite would be better.
“Or that.”
“Dammit, that’s what I was talking about. My mind wanders.”
“That was nothing to be embarrassed about, I assure you.”
He looked back at Cas and was caught in that gaze that made him want to pray to the angel every day. Again, his words were pretty useless and he was kind of grateful he didn’t have to try to explain them to Cas. Whatever he was feeling, Cas felt too. All of the wonder, devotion, faith, love, lust, fear…
The angel tilted his head. “Fear?”
“What? No, it’s not like… I’m not afraid of you, Cas.”
The angel’s expression softened, but he still looked worried. “I appreciate your tremendous outpouring of emotions in regards to me, but that one concerns me.”
“Don’t let it. I just don’t express fear often. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.” He walked over and lay on the bed."
“But why do you feel fear in regards to me?” Castiel lay next to him, only wearing his pants, dress shirt, and loosened tie. He chose to match the hunter’s layers as closely as his attire would allow.
“I already told you that I’m not afraid of you.” The angel rested his head against Dean’s shoulder and laid his arm across his torso. Dean pulled him in close and was amazed at how well they fit together.
“Then what did I feel a moment ago?”
He hated that he couldn’t hide this shit anymore. “I guess I’m still afraid of the whole situation. It’s not you, though I’m positive you could kick my ass into oblivion at any moment. But I trust you enough not to do that… unless I really deserve it anyway.” He was rambling. But he didn't see the point in censoring himself if Cas could read every thought that crossed his mind anyway.
“If it’s fear of the unknown, I’ve told you that you may ask me anything. Absolutely anything at all.”
“I know. And I’m going to take you up on it whenever it comes up. I promise.” He found himself gently stroking the angel’s back and he wondered how he got lucky enough to stumble into this situation. Yes, it was scary, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Dean Winchester was happy to fall asleep with his angel in his arms.
Author: angel_kink
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Genre: Case!fic, Fluff
Word Count: ~ 1600
Spoiler: General season 6
Warning: Profanity
Summary: Dean is out of excuses and finally asks Cas some important questions.
A/N: This chapter is mostly fluff/chit chat. Meh.
Have A Little Faith Masterpost
For once the Winchesters caved in and let the angel fly them to Bobby’s house. When Castiel made his appearance in Flagstaff Abalam had fled, so there was no point waiting around. It was a good two days worth of driving and they needed access to his resources immediately. However, the hunters didn’t have any better luck at Bobby’s. Even with his vast selection of resources they couldn’t come up with anything new after an entire day of research.
Castiel returned to Heaven to investigate on his end of things, but he’d urged Dean to pray “for any reason.” Dean had gotten so frustrated with research that he was ready to take him up on that offer just to distract himself from the monotony. He didn’t want to abuse the privilege, but the invitation was open this time. He really didn’t have an excuse not to. Dean grabbed a beer and took a seat on the wooden bench on Bobby’s back porch.
He shut his eyes and hesitantly began to pray. “Castiel, I hope this isn’t a stupid reason, but I just want to see you…”
“It’s not a stupid reason, Dean,” he said as he materialized right next to him on the bench.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over. “Can I just be blunt about this whole prayer thing?”
“You’re blunt about everything else.”
And ok, that was accurate. “How does this whole prayer thing work, anyway?”
“You pray to me and I hear you.”
“Yeah, but what makes a prayer a prayer? What’s the different between that and me, I don’t know, just thinking at you or something. What are the mechanics?”
“I see what you mean.” He paused to think of an analogy to help Dean understand. “Do you remember when you referred to the communications of the Heavenly Host as ‘Angel Radio’?”
“Yeah, I guess?”
“Anna was tuning into one open channel. Prayers are on different channels. When you invoke an angel’s name it taps into a private communication exclusive to the one you called.”
“So my prayers to you are just for you. Nobody else can hear them.”
“Yes.”
“And I just have to say your name?”
“And close your eyes.”
“Good to know,” he said as he took a sip of beer. “You need to tell me this shit.”
“You need to ask me ‘this shit.’”
“You don’t want me to pull a Sam and start playing a game of twenty questions, do you?”
“I only understand half of that sentence, but I wouldn’t mind you asking me any number of questions.”
Now he was really out of excuses. He asked for a handbook and here it was in the flesh. There were so many weird things he didn’t understand and wanted to ask he wasn’t even sure where to begin. After mulling over the possibilities for a few seconds he decided to go with one of the more recent questions that had popped into his head.
“So are there limits to how many times you can bring me back to life? I feel like I have a Get Out of Jail Free card from this whole death thing.”
“Not a limit exactly. There are conditions that would make it impossible for me to resurrect you.”
“And what are those?”
“For one, if you choose to stay, I cannot pull you from Heaven.”
“Ok, I don’t see me saying no to life just yet, so what else?” He finished off his beer and set the empty bottle on a nearby table.
“If Death reaps you, there is nothing I can do. His say on the matter is final.”
“So basically if I see his ugly mug again, that’s it, my number is up?”
“Basically.”
“Ok, anything else?”
The angel shifted nervously on the bench. He clearly didn’t want to talk about the third condition but he was going to try anyway. “If your soul is destroyed only God has the power to bring you back. There would be nothing I can do.”
That was a pretty horrific thought. “Let’s make sure that third one doesn’t happen then.” He wrapped his arm around Castiel’s shoulder. “If the other two happen, though, I mean… we kind of have unusual circumstances here, Cas. I hate to sound so overconfident here, but I’m assuming I’m still headed upstairs?”
“Yes, Dean. And I don’t see that changing.”
“So I get to move in with you? Nice. Hope you don’t mind my dirty socks everywhere.”
Cas smiled. Mission accomplished, Dean thought to himself. He found that his usual method of cracking jokes in uncomfortable situations came in quite handy with the angel. Castiel didn’t always understand what Dean was saying, but when Dean felt the tension diffuse Cas felt it too so it worked.
“So I take it that third thing was going to happen to me last night.” Cas nodded. “That sucks. I think I owe you a bigger thanks than I gave you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
He really felt that he did, but he kind of wanted to change the topic. “So, how’s the research going on your end?”
“Not well.”
“That sucks.”
“It does.”
“So until these demons act up we’re pretty much in a holding pattern.”
“I don’t understand what that means.”
“It… fuck, never mind. Guess what I’m trying to say is can you stay tonight?”
“I already planned to.”
“Good.” He wasn’t sure if the angel was aware of the innuendo associated with staying the night with someone.
“I am.”
“You don’t even hide the whole ‘reading my mind’ thing anymore, do you?”
“I don’t.”
“You just going to give me two words answers from now on?”
“No.” Castiel smiled.
“Asshole.” Dean looked at his watch. “Jeez, it’s almost two in the morning. We should…” They were suddenly sitting on the bed in the upstairs guest room. “… right. We could have just walked.”
“Why?”
Because that seems like kind of a waste of your power, he thought.
“It isn’t. My power isn’t unlimited, but it doesn’t drain like it did when I was cut off from Heaven.”
There really does need to be an Angel Handbook.
“Perhaps Chuck is available.”
So… we can have an entire conversation like this?
“Yes.”
“Weird. Not sure I want to do that too long. My mind wanders sometimes and that could get awkward real quick.”
Dean bent over to remove his shoes and the angel followed suit. “I don’t believe you can embarrass yourself any more than you already have.”
“You aren’t good at pep talks.” Dean stood up and removed his jacket. Castiel once again mimicked him and removed his trench coat and suit jacket. It was then that Dean realized Cas really had no idea what he was doing. “This is your first time sleeping in a real bed, isn’t it Cas?”
“It is.”
Dean felt honored that the angel was choosing to have all of these human ‘firsts’ with him. They hadn’t really ever had time to enjoy the perks of humanity until now. For once Castiel could lie down comfortably in a bed and not worry about an apocalypse or war.
“Well, I usually sleep in a t-shirt and jeans. Don’t know what your plan is.”
“Whatever you prefer. Fully clothed, if needed.”
Just the opposite would be better.
“Or that.”
“Dammit, that’s what I was talking about. My mind wanders.”
“That was nothing to be embarrassed about, I assure you.”
He looked back at Cas and was caught in that gaze that made him want to pray to the angel every day. Again, his words were pretty useless and he was kind of grateful he didn’t have to try to explain them to Cas. Whatever he was feeling, Cas felt too. All of the wonder, devotion, faith, love, lust, fear…
The angel tilted his head. “Fear?”
“What? No, it’s not like… I’m not afraid of you, Cas.”
The angel’s expression softened, but he still looked worried. “I appreciate your tremendous outpouring of emotions in regards to me, but that one concerns me.”
“Don’t let it. I just don’t express fear often. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.” He walked over and lay on the bed."
“But why do you feel fear in regards to me?” Castiel lay next to him, only wearing his pants, dress shirt, and loosened tie. He chose to match the hunter’s layers as closely as his attire would allow.
“I already told you that I’m not afraid of you.” The angel rested his head against Dean’s shoulder and laid his arm across his torso. Dean pulled him in close and was amazed at how well they fit together.
“Then what did I feel a moment ago?”
He hated that he couldn’t hide this shit anymore. “I guess I’m still afraid of the whole situation. It’s not you, though I’m positive you could kick my ass into oblivion at any moment. But I trust you enough not to do that… unless I really deserve it anyway.” He was rambling. But he didn't see the point in censoring himself if Cas could read every thought that crossed his mind anyway.
“If it’s fear of the unknown, I’ve told you that you may ask me anything. Absolutely anything at all.”
“I know. And I’m going to take you up on it whenever it comes up. I promise.” He found himself gently stroking the angel’s back and he wondered how he got lucky enough to stumble into this situation. Yes, it was scary, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Dean Winchester was happy to fall asleep with his angel in his arms.