Fic: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart, part 10/? in the Oz series
As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart
900 words, SPN Dean/Castiel slash. Spoilers for all of season 4.
Many thanks to zelda_zee, who does what she can with the nonsense I write.
Continuing my Welcome to Oz series. Master post of links here.
“So what’s playing tonight?” Dean asks as he turns the key in the ignition.
As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart
“So what’s playing tonight?” Dean asks as he turns the key in the ignition. “Let me guess: it’s black and white, old, and something I’ve already seen before.”
Castiel closes the passenger side door and puts on his seatbelt. “You didn’t get a chance to read the newspaper today?”
“I overslept and was running later, remember?” Dean drives the car out of the driveway and flicks on the headlights. “Sanjay would not stop bitching about having to wait outside for fifteen minutes till I got there.”
“Why don’t you give him a key?” Castiel suggests. “Then he could open up and you wouldn’t have to be there so early.”
“There’s a thought,” Dean says. “Maybe at the end of the month I’ll do that. Anyway, movie?”
“Oh, right.” Castiel twists around in his seat and digs out a scrap of newspaper from his pocket. “Tonight the Flick ‘N Shake is playing a film titled Gone with the Wind.”
“Aw, fuck,” Dean moans. “Are you serious?”
“Is something wrong?”
“Something is seriously wrong,” Dean says. “That movie is like the one chick flick to rule them all. I had to sit through it twice in high school at two different schools. Freaking eight hours of my life I’ll never get back again.”
“Is it that bad?” Castiel says. “What is it about?”
“It’s about this crazy chick who falls in and out of love with all these guys, marrying them and running around some southern plantation.” Dean shakes his head. “I should turn this car around and drive back home.”
“And what will we do instead?” Castiel asks. “Yesterday night all you wanted to do was get out of the house.”
“Yeah.” Dean sighs as he turns onto Main Street. “I miss TV, Cas. I miss TV and porn and the internet and internet porn.”
“You could always play The Sims,” Castiel offers. “It is a strangely addictive game.”
“I know you think it’s fun, but that shit just messes with my head,” Dean says. “Virtual me and virtual you in a virtual Mountaindale? And it gets weirder if I think about Chuck writing about this in one of his damn books somewhere.”
“Do you know that Sims can form romantic relationships and get married?” Castiel says and Dean glances over at him, surprised. “Even Sims of the same gender.”
Dean chuckles. “What, the angels and God not down with hot girl-on-girl lovin’? Got some heavenly hang ups?”
“No.” Castiel frowns. “I was merely surprised that seemingly platonic Sim interactions lead to such paths. I had not given much thought to the idea of romantic human relationships before, and had always assumed they existed for the purposes of procreation.”
“Oh man.” Dean laughs fully this time. “You think people have sex only to have babies? Cas, people just want to get laid. Babies and marriage are a whole different thing.”
“I see,” Castiel says though it’s clear he doesn’t. “I have difficulty understanding the human combination of carnal sexual desire and the elevation of it to love. Yet is a very prominent theme amongst your fiction, your movies, and even your games.”
“Sex and love don’t always go together,” Dean says. “Sometimes they don’t even live in the same state. I figured angels weren’t all about the bumping uglies, but no love up in Heaven either?”
“Angels may bask in the love of God, and love Him in return. Angels may even feel affection and care for individuals, brothers and sisters, but it cannot be love.” Castiel pauses and Dean notices the conspicuous absence of pronouns like ‘we’ and ‘I’ in his explanation. “Attachment to others beyond God may lead to emotion and cloud the objectivity needed to carry out Heavenly purpose.”
“Sounds like a bum deal to me,” Dean says. “Sex is fucking awesome. And even though falling in love hasn’t done any favors for me or mine, I hear it’s not so bad. Pretty popular with humans in general.”
“So you have been in love?” Dean glances over again and Castiel’s staring at him with that little head tilt. “You have felt this romantic attachment?”
“What?” Dean says, mildly alarmed at the direction this conversation has taken. “Me? All I said is that sex rocks and you should try it out sometime. I got nothing to say about love.”
“Are you sure?” Castiel seems disappointed. “I am curious about this love phenomena. I would like to understand.”
Dean grips the steering wheel tighter. “You’re asking about the wrong thing, Cas. Stories about love and hearts and songbirds are boring, trust me. Sex is way more fun to talk about.”
Castiel watches Dean carefully. “Then what is sex like?”
“Awesome,” Dean says automatically. “Fun, dirty, hot, and good times for everyone if you’re doing it right. Love’s just like-love’s like asking to be kicked.”
“Kicked by the person you care about?”
“Yeah, or, you know, the universe. Whoever punts first,” Dean says. He forces himself not to think about anyone in particular.
“My vessel loved Amelia very much,” Castiel says softly, and when Dean glances over, he’s looking out the window. “She made him very happy.”
“And look what happened to him,” Dean wants to say, but doesn’t. He doesn’t need to; it’s already hanging in the air. He turns the car into the parking lot of the Flick ‘N Shake, pulls up at a decent distance in front of the movie screen, and says instead, “Cherry or blue raspberry slushie this time?”
Onto the next chapter: The wonderful wizard of Oz
900 words, SPN Dean/Castiel slash. Spoilers for all of season 4.
Many thanks to zelda_zee, who does what she can with the nonsense I write.
Continuing my Welcome to Oz series. Master post of links here.
“So what’s playing tonight?” Dean asks as he turns the key in the ignition.
As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart
“So what’s playing tonight?” Dean asks as he turns the key in the ignition. “Let me guess: it’s black and white, old, and something I’ve already seen before.”
Castiel closes the passenger side door and puts on his seatbelt. “You didn’t get a chance to read the newspaper today?”
“I overslept and was running later, remember?” Dean drives the car out of the driveway and flicks on the headlights. “Sanjay would not stop bitching about having to wait outside for fifteen minutes till I got there.”
“Why don’t you give him a key?” Castiel suggests. “Then he could open up and you wouldn’t have to be there so early.”
“There’s a thought,” Dean says. “Maybe at the end of the month I’ll do that. Anyway, movie?”
“Oh, right.” Castiel twists around in his seat and digs out a scrap of newspaper from his pocket. “Tonight the Flick ‘N Shake is playing a film titled Gone with the Wind.”
“Aw, fuck,” Dean moans. “Are you serious?”
“Is something wrong?”
“Something is seriously wrong,” Dean says. “That movie is like the one chick flick to rule them all. I had to sit through it twice in high school at two different schools. Freaking eight hours of my life I’ll never get back again.”
“Is it that bad?” Castiel says. “What is it about?”
“It’s about this crazy chick who falls in and out of love with all these guys, marrying them and running around some southern plantation.” Dean shakes his head. “I should turn this car around and drive back home.”
“And what will we do instead?” Castiel asks. “Yesterday night all you wanted to do was get out of the house.”
“Yeah.” Dean sighs as he turns onto Main Street. “I miss TV, Cas. I miss TV and porn and the internet and internet porn.”
“You could always play The Sims,” Castiel offers. “It is a strangely addictive game.”
“I know you think it’s fun, but that shit just messes with my head,” Dean says. “Virtual me and virtual you in a virtual Mountaindale? And it gets weirder if I think about Chuck writing about this in one of his damn books somewhere.”
“Do you know that Sims can form romantic relationships and get married?” Castiel says and Dean glances over at him, surprised. “Even Sims of the same gender.”
Dean chuckles. “What, the angels and God not down with hot girl-on-girl lovin’? Got some heavenly hang ups?”
“No.” Castiel frowns. “I was merely surprised that seemingly platonic Sim interactions lead to such paths. I had not given much thought to the idea of romantic human relationships before, and had always assumed they existed for the purposes of procreation.”
“Oh man.” Dean laughs fully this time. “You think people have sex only to have babies? Cas, people just want to get laid. Babies and marriage are a whole different thing.”
“I see,” Castiel says though it’s clear he doesn’t. “I have difficulty understanding the human combination of carnal sexual desire and the elevation of it to love. Yet is a very prominent theme amongst your fiction, your movies, and even your games.”
“Sex and love don’t always go together,” Dean says. “Sometimes they don’t even live in the same state. I figured angels weren’t all about the bumping uglies, but no love up in Heaven either?”
“Angels may bask in the love of God, and love Him in return. Angels may even feel affection and care for individuals, brothers and sisters, but it cannot be love.” Castiel pauses and Dean notices the conspicuous absence of pronouns like ‘we’ and ‘I’ in his explanation. “Attachment to others beyond God may lead to emotion and cloud the objectivity needed to carry out Heavenly purpose.”
“Sounds like a bum deal to me,” Dean says. “Sex is fucking awesome. And even though falling in love hasn’t done any favors for me or mine, I hear it’s not so bad. Pretty popular with humans in general.”
“So you have been in love?” Dean glances over again and Castiel’s staring at him with that little head tilt. “You have felt this romantic attachment?”
“What?” Dean says, mildly alarmed at the direction this conversation has taken. “Me? All I said is that sex rocks and you should try it out sometime. I got nothing to say about love.”
“Are you sure?” Castiel seems disappointed. “I am curious about this love phenomena. I would like to understand.”
Dean grips the steering wheel tighter. “You’re asking about the wrong thing, Cas. Stories about love and hearts and songbirds are boring, trust me. Sex is way more fun to talk about.”
Castiel watches Dean carefully. “Then what is sex like?”
“Awesome,” Dean says automatically. “Fun, dirty, hot, and good times for everyone if you’re doing it right. Love’s just like-love’s like asking to be kicked.”
“Kicked by the person you care about?”
“Yeah, or, you know, the universe. Whoever punts first,” Dean says. He forces himself not to think about anyone in particular.
“My vessel loved Amelia very much,” Castiel says softly, and when Dean glances over, he’s looking out the window. “She made him very happy.”
“And look what happened to him,” Dean wants to say, but doesn’t. He doesn’t need to; it’s already hanging in the air. He turns the car into the parking lot of the Flick ‘N Shake, pulls up at a decent distance in front of the movie screen, and says instead, “Cherry or blue raspberry slushie this time?”
Onto the next chapter: The wonderful wizard of Oz