Fic: a series of random D/C ficlets for prompts
A series of 6 short Dean/Castiel ficlets
Inspired by prompts from emerald_embers, hereare_mysins, spacefragments, extraonions, and dachinchilla.
Each ficlet is between 100 and 350 words.
Behind
Here be crack
“What is it, Sam?” Castiel appears in the doorway and closes his phone with an anxious click. “Where’s Dean?”
Sam lifts his head from his hands, and stands up. “Cas, you’re not going to believe this.”
“Is Dean in danger?” Castiel’s brow creases in worry. “Has he come to harm?”
“I’m afraid it’s something much worse than that.” Sam shakes his head and then points to the floor behind the bed. “You’re just going to have to see it for yourself.”
Castiel walks around the edge of the bed slowly, a multitude of terrible possibilities running through his head: Dean’s body, lifeless and cold on the floor, or his eviscerated remains after a brutal hellhound attack. What actually greets him, however, is something he could never have prepared for.
“Dean?” Castiel kneels. “Is that you?”
The scruffy-looking Yorkshire terrier gazes up at Castiel balefully, and lets out a miserable yelp in response.
Written for herearemy_sins’ prompt: i've seen a lot of cat!castiel fics, but not enough dean!pet fics. i dunno if you write crack, but i want dean to be a puppy and cas finds him
Curtains!
“Are you sure about this, Cas?” Dean casts a dubious eye around at his surroundings. “I don’t think this is right.”
“I’m positive, Dean. Your necklace is glowing very strongly here,” Castiel replies, confidently walking down an aisle.
“Seriously? Here?” Dean nearly collides with Castiel when he stops short. “Whoa!”
“This is it,” Castiel says reverently, gazing at the display in the wonder. “I can feel the presence of God.”
Dean stares at the two faux windows, one hung with a set of blue curtains and the other hung with a set of red curtains. “God’s behind a Home Depot curtain display?”
Castiel dangles Dean’s necklace in his fingertips, and the tiny monster head spins and twirls like an electrically charged top. “This is it.”
“Alright, well,” Dean steps forward. “So, you wanna take the blue pill or the red?”
“I don’t know,” Castiel replies helpfully.
“Blue it is,” Dean mutters as he pulls open the curtains with a dramatic flourish and… nothing happens.
Castiel blinks. “Red then?”
“Yeah, let’s try that again.” This time, Dean’s hand barely touches the red curtain before he’s knocked off his feet and the world around him is swallowed up in white.
Written for emerald_embers’ prompt: Curtain fic, only, LITERALLY curtain fic, where Castiel for some reason is roped into helping Dean pick out curtains. Or vice versa. Whether it's for their own home or someone else's is up to you.
Exposure
“You will likely die of cold and exposure if we do not do this,” Castiel says, and Dean grunts irritably. He grunts again even more irritably when he realizes his breath is floating up in white puffs of mist in the frozen air.
“Thanks, Cas, you always know how to cheer me up.” Dean rubs his numb hands together one more time, futilely, before giving up. “Fine, yes! Get in already.”
Castiel slides neatly onto the bed, coat, shoes and all. “We should huddle for warmth.”
“Dude!” Dean says, shoving Castiel off the bed again. “Shoes!”
Castiel stares blankly down at his shoes for a moment before awkwardly kicking them off, slowly and one at a time. “Is this acceptable?”
Dean sighs, and then holds up the edge of the blanket. “Get in.”
Written for emerald_embers' prompt: Blanket fic; Dean and Castiel are ~trapped~ out in the cold and have to share body heat to get warm. IT'S CLICHE FIC, IT'S FUN
The Empire Strikes Back
Dean tries not to sob as he watches the body of his Impala--his baby, his love, his joy-sinking into the swamp muck. He also resists the urge to drop to his knees and howl up at the Heavens, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” in a truly melodramatic fashion.
“Dean,” Castiel says, appearing out of nowhere next to him. “You called?”
“Yeah,” Dean replies glumly. “I’m gonna need a ride out of here. Time for you to do your old zapperoo.”
Castiel frowns and turns to look out at the murky water, the top of the Impala still visible. “What is wrong with your ride?”
“Well. I can’t get her out, so it looks like she’s getting an early, watery grave.” Dean inhales a deep, shuddering breath. “Goddamnit.”
Castiel frowns again, and then a minute later, the car is gone from the middle of the muck, and beside them on solid ground again-albeit covered in disgusting mud and swamp goo.
Dean takes a step back, wide eyed. “Did you just…”
“You should have called me sooner."
“Dude.” Dean turns to Castiel in awe. “That was so Yoda badass!”
Castiel blinks. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means that I fucking love you, man!” Dean launches himself into Castiel’s arms and peppers his face with kisses. “You are so getting laid tonight!”
Written for emerald_embers prompt: Castiel being the world's most epic mechanic and Dean falling madly in love after Castiel saves the Impala's life somehow.
Good morning
“Cas,” Dean mutters as he rolls over to sling an arm over Castiel’s bare chest. “Have I told you how awesome it is waking up to you in the mornings?” Castiel lets out a soft snore and Dean chuckles to himself as he shimmies down Castiel’s body to nuzzle at his dick. “Good morning,” Dean says before he takes Castiel’s cock into his mouth.
“Mm,” Castiel groans after a minute or so, beginning to stir awake. “Mm, Amelia, don’t stop.”
“What?” Dean’s head snaps up so fast he nearly gets whiplash. “Amelia?”
“What the-" Castiel’s eyes open, but it’s not Cas. “Dean?”
Dean gapes at Castiel-Jimmy-as he scrambles away. “I thought you were dead!”
“No, I was just-" Jimmy stares down at himself and then at Dean in horror. “Why are we naked?”
“Why are you not Cas?” Dean shouts.
A second later, Jimmy blinks, and his expression changes. “Dean,” he says, and it’s Castiel again, all penetrating blue and hoarse voice. “That was… unexpected.”
“You’re telling me.” Dean flops back onto the bed and covers his eyes. “I just sucked Jimmy’s cock!”
Written for spacefragments’ prompt: would you be up for some dean/cas/jimmy-in-cas'-body smut? :D
Yes, dear
“What did you just call me?” Dean narrows his eyes at Castiel while Sam tries to suppress a laugh.
“Baby,” Castiel replies matter-of-factly. “Is this not a proper endearment?”
Sam snorts and Dean turns his death glare to him. “This isn’t funny.”
“Oh no, I’m actually pretty sure it is,” Sam says, not bothering to hide his smirk.
Dean grabs Castiel by the arm and hauls him into the bathroom, away from the sound of Sam’s sniggering. “What made you think that you could call me baby?”
“You did not seem to object last night when we-"
Dean claps a hand over Castiel’s mouth and slams the bathroom door shut. “What did I tell you about talking about-about what we do at night?”
Castiel waits until Dean’s hand leaves his mouth before replying. “Don’t do it?”
“That’s right,” Dean says, sagging back against the sink. “That goes for the things we say at night too.”
“I see,” Castiel says, and he pauses a moment. “I will strive therefore to only communicate my affection for you when we are alone, then.”
Dean lets out a startled laugh, and then grabs Castiel’s tie to tug him closer. “We’re alone now,” Dean murmurs as he licks into Castiel’s mouth.
Written for extraonions’ prompt: A fic where Cas tries, in all seriousness, to call Dean 'baby', and Dean is alternately horrified and touched. :P
Are we there yet?
“Dude,” Dean pants as he continues hiking up some extremely steep uphill terrain. “What are we doing up here?”
Castiel walks along the path sure-footedly, seeming completely tranquil and not at all out of breath-the angelic bastard. “You will see soon enough.”
“Is God up here or something?” Dean stops to double over and clutch at a stitch in his side.
“No,” Castiel seems amused by the question. “We should hurry, Dean, or we’ll miss it.”
“Miss what?” Dean forces himself upright reluctantly. “Just freaking tell me already.”
“You wanted me to show you a piece of what my existence as an angel is like,” Castiel says patiently. “I am showing you.”
“I thought this was supposed to be a dream,” Dean huffs as he begins walking again.
“Just because you are not physically moving right now does not mean this experience is not taxing for a human,” Castiel replies.
“Are we there yet?” Dean can’t keep the whine from his voice because there’s fog everywhere, which is totally obscuring his vision, and he feels like he’s been walking for days.
“Actually, yes.” Castiel stops, ten feet away, and turns to hold out his hand to Dean. “Come.”
Dean eyes Castiel’s hand suspiciously, wondering if it’s a trick, but eventually covers the last ten feet and takes it.
Instantly, the fog clears and Dean finds himself at the top of a mountain, icy sharp air whipping around him, threatening to knock him off balance. But Castiel’s hand holds him steady, and Dean stares at the impossible view spread before him: the entire surface of Earth below, teeming with color and life and movement that Dean shouldn’t be able to see at this altitude, yet can. The sun glimmers in the distance, illuminating the flawless blue sky, and Dean can hear them-hear the voices of all the people swarming below, living out their daily heartbreaks and hopes and victories. It’s a symphony of voices, of millions all speaking at once but in harmony, in a beautiful groundswell of music together.
“Cas,” Dean whispers, because he can think of nothing else to say. It’s overwhelming.
“Yes,” Castiel replies, as he lifts Dean’s hand to press a kiss to his wrist.
Written for dachinchilla’s prompt: There's so much fic where Dean introduces Castiel to the joys of human living and what it means to be human, what about something where Castiel introduces Dean to something angelic and what it means to be an angel?
Poll Feedback poll for 6 D/C ficlets
Inspired by prompts from emerald_embers, hereare_mysins, spacefragments, extraonions, and dachinchilla.
Each ficlet is between 100 and 350 words.
Behind
Here be crack
“What is it, Sam?” Castiel appears in the doorway and closes his phone with an anxious click. “Where’s Dean?”
Sam lifts his head from his hands, and stands up. “Cas, you’re not going to believe this.”
“Is Dean in danger?” Castiel’s brow creases in worry. “Has he come to harm?”
“I’m afraid it’s something much worse than that.” Sam shakes his head and then points to the floor behind the bed. “You’re just going to have to see it for yourself.”
Castiel walks around the edge of the bed slowly, a multitude of terrible possibilities running through his head: Dean’s body, lifeless and cold on the floor, or his eviscerated remains after a brutal hellhound attack. What actually greets him, however, is something he could never have prepared for.
“Dean?” Castiel kneels. “Is that you?”
The scruffy-looking Yorkshire terrier gazes up at Castiel balefully, and lets out a miserable yelp in response.
Written for herearemy_sins’ prompt: i've seen a lot of cat!castiel fics, but not enough dean!pet fics. i dunno if you write crack, but i want dean to be a puppy and cas finds him
Curtains!
“Are you sure about this, Cas?” Dean casts a dubious eye around at his surroundings. “I don’t think this is right.”
“I’m positive, Dean. Your necklace is glowing very strongly here,” Castiel replies, confidently walking down an aisle.
“Seriously? Here?” Dean nearly collides with Castiel when he stops short. “Whoa!”
“This is it,” Castiel says reverently, gazing at the display in the wonder. “I can feel the presence of God.”
Dean stares at the two faux windows, one hung with a set of blue curtains and the other hung with a set of red curtains. “God’s behind a Home Depot curtain display?”
Castiel dangles Dean’s necklace in his fingertips, and the tiny monster head spins and twirls like an electrically charged top. “This is it.”
“Alright, well,” Dean steps forward. “So, you wanna take the blue pill or the red?”
“I don’t know,” Castiel replies helpfully.
“Blue it is,” Dean mutters as he pulls open the curtains with a dramatic flourish and… nothing happens.
Castiel blinks. “Red then?”
“Yeah, let’s try that again.” This time, Dean’s hand barely touches the red curtain before he’s knocked off his feet and the world around him is swallowed up in white.
Written for emerald_embers’ prompt: Curtain fic, only, LITERALLY curtain fic, where Castiel for some reason is roped into helping Dean pick out curtains. Or vice versa. Whether it's for their own home or someone else's is up to you.
Exposure
“You will likely die of cold and exposure if we do not do this,” Castiel says, and Dean grunts irritably. He grunts again even more irritably when he realizes his breath is floating up in white puffs of mist in the frozen air.
“Thanks, Cas, you always know how to cheer me up.” Dean rubs his numb hands together one more time, futilely, before giving up. “Fine, yes! Get in already.”
Castiel slides neatly onto the bed, coat, shoes and all. “We should huddle for warmth.”
“Dude!” Dean says, shoving Castiel off the bed again. “Shoes!”
Castiel stares blankly down at his shoes for a moment before awkwardly kicking them off, slowly and one at a time. “Is this acceptable?”
Dean sighs, and then holds up the edge of the blanket. “Get in.”
Written for emerald_embers' prompt: Blanket fic; Dean and Castiel are ~trapped~ out in the cold and have to share body heat to get warm. IT'S CLICHE FIC, IT'S FUN
The Empire Strikes Back
Dean tries not to sob as he watches the body of his Impala--his baby, his love, his joy-sinking into the swamp muck. He also resists the urge to drop to his knees and howl up at the Heavens, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” in a truly melodramatic fashion.
“Dean,” Castiel says, appearing out of nowhere next to him. “You called?”
“Yeah,” Dean replies glumly. “I’m gonna need a ride out of here. Time for you to do your old zapperoo.”
Castiel frowns and turns to look out at the murky water, the top of the Impala still visible. “What is wrong with your ride?”
“Well. I can’t get her out, so it looks like she’s getting an early, watery grave.” Dean inhales a deep, shuddering breath. “Goddamnit.”
Castiel frowns again, and then a minute later, the car is gone from the middle of the muck, and beside them on solid ground again-albeit covered in disgusting mud and swamp goo.
Dean takes a step back, wide eyed. “Did you just…”
“You should have called me sooner."
“Dude.” Dean turns to Castiel in awe. “That was so Yoda badass!”
Castiel blinks. “I don’t know what that means.”
“It means that I fucking love you, man!” Dean launches himself into Castiel’s arms and peppers his face with kisses. “You are so getting laid tonight!”
Written for emerald_embers prompt: Castiel being the world's most epic mechanic and Dean falling madly in love after Castiel saves the Impala's life somehow.
Good morning
“Cas,” Dean mutters as he rolls over to sling an arm over Castiel’s bare chest. “Have I told you how awesome it is waking up to you in the mornings?” Castiel lets out a soft snore and Dean chuckles to himself as he shimmies down Castiel’s body to nuzzle at his dick. “Good morning,” Dean says before he takes Castiel’s cock into his mouth.
“Mm,” Castiel groans after a minute or so, beginning to stir awake. “Mm, Amelia, don’t stop.”
“What?” Dean’s head snaps up so fast he nearly gets whiplash. “Amelia?”
“What the-" Castiel’s eyes open, but it’s not Cas. “Dean?”
Dean gapes at Castiel-Jimmy-as he scrambles away. “I thought you were dead!”
“No, I was just-" Jimmy stares down at himself and then at Dean in horror. “Why are we naked?”
“Why are you not Cas?” Dean shouts.
A second later, Jimmy blinks, and his expression changes. “Dean,” he says, and it’s Castiel again, all penetrating blue and hoarse voice. “That was… unexpected.”
“You’re telling me.” Dean flops back onto the bed and covers his eyes. “I just sucked Jimmy’s cock!”
Written for spacefragments’ prompt: would you be up for some dean/cas/jimmy-in-cas'-body smut? :D
Yes, dear
“What did you just call me?” Dean narrows his eyes at Castiel while Sam tries to suppress a laugh.
“Baby,” Castiel replies matter-of-factly. “Is this not a proper endearment?”
Sam snorts and Dean turns his death glare to him. “This isn’t funny.”
“Oh no, I’m actually pretty sure it is,” Sam says, not bothering to hide his smirk.
Dean grabs Castiel by the arm and hauls him into the bathroom, away from the sound of Sam’s sniggering. “What made you think that you could call me baby?”
“You did not seem to object last night when we-"
Dean claps a hand over Castiel’s mouth and slams the bathroom door shut. “What did I tell you about talking about-about what we do at night?”
Castiel waits until Dean’s hand leaves his mouth before replying. “Don’t do it?”
“That’s right,” Dean says, sagging back against the sink. “That goes for the things we say at night too.”
“I see,” Castiel says, and he pauses a moment. “I will strive therefore to only communicate my affection for you when we are alone, then.”
Dean lets out a startled laugh, and then grabs Castiel’s tie to tug him closer. “We’re alone now,” Dean murmurs as he licks into Castiel’s mouth.
Written for extraonions’ prompt: A fic where Cas tries, in all seriousness, to call Dean 'baby', and Dean is alternately horrified and touched. :P
Are we there yet?
“Dude,” Dean pants as he continues hiking up some extremely steep uphill terrain. “What are we doing up here?”
Castiel walks along the path sure-footedly, seeming completely tranquil and not at all out of breath-the angelic bastard. “You will see soon enough.”
“Is God up here or something?” Dean stops to double over and clutch at a stitch in his side.
“No,” Castiel seems amused by the question. “We should hurry, Dean, or we’ll miss it.”
“Miss what?” Dean forces himself upright reluctantly. “Just freaking tell me already.”
“You wanted me to show you a piece of what my existence as an angel is like,” Castiel says patiently. “I am showing you.”
“I thought this was supposed to be a dream,” Dean huffs as he begins walking again.
“Just because you are not physically moving right now does not mean this experience is not taxing for a human,” Castiel replies.
“Are we there yet?” Dean can’t keep the whine from his voice because there’s fog everywhere, which is totally obscuring his vision, and he feels like he’s been walking for days.
“Actually, yes.” Castiel stops, ten feet away, and turns to hold out his hand to Dean. “Come.”
Dean eyes Castiel’s hand suspiciously, wondering if it’s a trick, but eventually covers the last ten feet and takes it.
Instantly, the fog clears and Dean finds himself at the top of a mountain, icy sharp air whipping around him, threatening to knock him off balance. But Castiel’s hand holds him steady, and Dean stares at the impossible view spread before him: the entire surface of Earth below, teeming with color and life and movement that Dean shouldn’t be able to see at this altitude, yet can. The sun glimmers in the distance, illuminating the flawless blue sky, and Dean can hear them-hear the voices of all the people swarming below, living out their daily heartbreaks and hopes and victories. It’s a symphony of voices, of millions all speaking at once but in harmony, in a beautiful groundswell of music together.
“Cas,” Dean whispers, because he can think of nothing else to say. It’s overwhelming.
“Yes,” Castiel replies, as he lifts Dean’s hand to press a kiss to his wrist.
Written for dachinchilla’s prompt: There's so much fic where Dean introduces Castiel to the joys of human living and what it means to be human, what about something where Castiel introduces Dean to something angelic and what it means to be an angel?
Poll Feedback poll for 6 D/C ficlets