Second Plan (IV in the Second Verse)
Title: SECOND PLAN
Author: bellajayd
Rating: R
Pairing: Castiel/Dean, jealous!Sam.
Spoilers: Yes! Up to the most recent episode of Supernatural.
Warnings: There is NO rape/NCS or main character death. Everything else is fair game. Changed!Dean, Changed!Castiel.
Disclaimer: This is all a beautiful lie, but let me tell it anyway.
Word Count: 1,850/6,811 (and growing)
Notes: This is the FOURTH story in the Second Verse, you might want to read what came first or this will not make sense.
Beta: The lovely
aisling_door . All mistakes are my own.
Summary: In which Dean terrifies Ruby, feeds Cas some pie and decides it’s about time they had sex. Sam remains oblivious to it all, maybe.
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Previous Stories: [i] Second Best; [ii] Second Hand; [iii] Second Chance
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Ruby was scared.
It was an odd feeling. After a few centuries in Hell, she’d figured her ability to feel fear had been stripped from her along with the few remaining shreds of her humanity that had clung to her after a lifetime spent as a dark witch. The newly resurrected Dean Winchester sitting across from her, however, was doing a good job of reminding her what it felt like to be terrified.
She held back a shiver as her mind processed all that was wrong with that statement. No one had been more shocked than Ruby when she’d opened the door to the dingy motel room her and Sam had been holed up in to see Dean standing there.
Dean, who she knew was supposed to be safe and soundly locked in the deepest bowels of Hell. Dean, the Righteous Man his revenge driven father could never have been, should not have been walking the Earth - let alone knocking on his brother’s door.
That had not been part of the plan, damn it!
The plan, like all good plans, had been simple. Replace Dean in Sam’s world, become his confidant - the person he took advice from and listened to - and slowly encourage his more demonic tendencies.
A little exorcism there.
A pinch of blood-spiced sex here.
Toss in a little encouragement in the form of Lilith’s head on a platter . . .
And . . . BAM!
Instant anti-Christ!
Lucifer would rise and Ruby could go back to her little corner of Hell to nosh on some salt-free French fries. Then Dean had shown up and her simple plan had up and gone to Hell . . . or, rather, Heaven.
Who would have figured that after millennia upon millennia of touting a “hands-off all humans” policy the angels would swoop down off of their fluffy clouds and storm the very gates of Hell to rescue Dean.
She’d always thought of Dean as a tool. A tool that she would use to make Sam more susceptible to the darkness that seethed inside of him, a tool that would be used to break the first seal containing Lucifer. After that Dean would be like a knife left to rust in blood for too long: useless.
But now here he was, the apparent front runner for Messiah of the Millennium.
At first Ruby hadn’t worried about it too much. Dean had barely been able to hold onto his sanity after his stint down below to function, let alone become the leader of Heaven’s forces. So she just stepped up her game with Sam. Then things had changed.
Dean had changed.
Sam fretted to her through various phone conversations that his brother’s mind had healed almost overnight, that Dean was different.
Colder.
Detached from life.
Detached from Sam.
And she still hadn’t been worried, she’d been relieved! Ruby figured that Dean must have finally succumbed to his Hell-borne nightmares and was a step away from being stashed in a mental institution with a severe dissociative disorder, which suited her just fine. Sam would be focused on her again. She could taste her celebratory French fries already!
So, after a few more stressed phone conversations from her anti-Christ on the rise she’d promised to catch up with the both of them on the road and Sam gave her the name of another nameless, faceless diner next to their motel.
Which is where she found herself now - sitting across from Sam and Dean, terrified.
There was something very different about Dean and whatever it is that had changed within him was making her skin crawl and hair stand on end.
Sam was talking about their newest hunt while Dean slowly but surely worked his way through a generous piece of apple pie. Even in that small, innocuous, action Dean was changed.
A craving for comfort food was a trademark mannerism for those who’ve been residents of the Pit, but Dean wasn’t rushing through his pie and shoving it down his throat as if it were his only source of consolation in the world. Instead, he ate at a slow and steady pace.
It unnerved her.
She must have shifted in her seat or done something to call attention to herself because, when she looked away from Sam, Dean was staring at her as if she was some kind of interesting specimen he wanted to pin down and pry apart to see how all of her parts worked.
Sam took advantage of the lull in the conversation to get up and go to the bathroom, only pausing to admonish, “Play nice. I mean it Dean,” as he crossed the cheap black and white diner floor.
Ruby could barely bring herself to nod her head in Sam’s direction. All of her bodily functions, the ones that she had taken such pains to keep running smoothly (gotta seem human for Sam) came to a shuddering halt.
For a moment, she really was nothing but a conscious corpse.
What was looking out at her from behind Dean’s pretty green eyes was not human. Ruby didn’t know what it was other than trouble.
Big trouble.
Sam was right, there was definitely something wrong with -
“Dean.”
Holy shit! The angel had crept up behind her and she hadn’t even felt it. Why hadn’t she felt him?
The eldest Winchester finally broke his eye lock and casually smiled up at the trench coated celestial messenger, “Hey Cas. Want some pie?”
If Ruby could still die from a heart attack, it would have happened then and there as Castiel bent at the waist and offered his mouth for Dean to slide some pie into. She was sure her jaw unhinged when the angel thoughtfully murmured, “I prefer it with vanilla ice cream.”
He preferred it? The creature without emotions liked ice cream with his pie?
She liked to think she was a smart demon quick on the uptake and readily adaptable to new situations. A handy trait for a semi-immortal being to have. No sir, you wouldn’t catch her crawling from the Pit in a seventies shag hair cut (Meg still hadn’t lived that one down). Ruby knew how to stay relevant and low key, how to play human - it’s why she’d been chosen to manage Sam. But the situation in front of her threw her for a loop.
All she could do was stare on in silence as Dean fed the angel another bite of pie. She still couldn’t get a good feel on the angel. In fact, if she hadn’t had her eyes glued to him happily lapping at Dean’s fork, chasing the last vestiges of whipped cream, she wouldn’t know that he was in the room - let alone standing right next to her.
Ruby took in a deep breath and on the exhale she sent her senses out beyond her human container, because if the angels could suddenly march around without being sensed that was a big deal. As she sent out her psychic sight, her ability to physically see faded away. When her physical sight returned to her, it would be focused on the object that her psychic eyes discovered.
Her psychic fact-finding mission came to a quick and brutal end when she slammed up against an invisible barrier that screamed “DEAN,” or at least the new creepycalm Dean she’d been horrified by for the past hour.
Thus, as her eyes regained their ability to see she fully expected to be looking at Dean. Imagine her surprise when instead she found herself caught in the even, unbending, gaze of the angel. Ruby felt her eyes widen because she was looking at the angel but still felt Dean.
Both human and angel felt the same. Exactly the same, as if they were one being. As if the angel was human and the human was angelic.
Impossible.
But there it was, two beings standing directly before her that registered in her consciousness as one immense and terrifying . . . thing.
She was whisked away from her revelation as Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face, “Hey. Hey, Ruby!”
“Yeah.” She must have zoned out for a minute because the pie had been finished and Dean was standing next to Castiel, clearly ready to leave the diner.
“Tell Sammy we’ll meet him back at the motel in an hour. Okay?”
And she just could not stop staring at the thing that is them, DeanandCastiel.
Because this changed everything.
Ruby cleared her throat, “Sure. We’ll catch up with you.” With that said, the duo made a quick exit leaving her beautiful, simple, plan in tatters.
But that was alright. She was a smart demon
There was always plan B.
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There were two things in the world that Dean Winchester hated: witches and demons.
And he couldn’t figure out how his life now included regular lunches with Sammy’s new gal-pal who was both a witch and a demon. It was enough to turn a man off of his pie, is what it was.
Seriously, his brother had the absolute worst taste in women. At least Sammy was getting laid though, that was nice, even if it was with a witch cum demon. It meant less frowny-faces in the mornings and less time spent in the shower. Dean really appreciated a little extra time in the bathroom now-a-days . . . well . . . actually, Cas appreciated the extra time in the bathroom with him, and if Cas appreciated the extra time then Dean appreciated the extra time.
It’s not like they were having sex in the shower, they were just doing whatever it was that they did together - soulgasming, exchanging their essence, getting their daily angel-human fix. Dean really had no idea what to call it other than necessary.
Yeah.
But it wasn’t sex, even if at times it really felt like it was.
Wait.
Just, wait a minute.
Did that mean that for the past few months Sam had been getting laid regularly and Dean hadn’t . . . even though he has a ready, willing (boy-oh-boy was Cas willing), and able partner?
Well, that just won’t do.
~~The End~~
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Next Time: In which, Dean has to explain to Castiel that they should be having sex. Bobby get’s an eyeful.
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Author: bellajayd
Rating: R
Pairing: Castiel/Dean, jealous!Sam.
Spoilers: Yes! Up to the most recent episode of Supernatural.
Warnings: There is NO rape/NCS or main character death. Everything else is fair game. Changed!Dean, Changed!Castiel.
Disclaimer: This is all a beautiful lie, but let me tell it anyway.
Word Count: 1,850/6,811 (and growing)
Notes: This is the FOURTH story in the Second Verse, you might want to read what came first or this will not make sense.
Beta: The lovely
aisling_door . All mistakes are my own.
Summary: In which Dean terrifies Ruby, feeds Cas some pie and decides it’s about time they had sex. Sam remains oblivious to it all, maybe.
-----------------------
Previous Stories: [i] Second Best; [ii] Second Hand; [iii] Second Chance
-----------------------
Ruby was scared.
It was an odd feeling. After a few centuries in Hell, she’d figured her ability to feel fear had been stripped from her along with the few remaining shreds of her humanity that had clung to her after a lifetime spent as a dark witch. The newly resurrected Dean Winchester sitting across from her, however, was doing a good job of reminding her what it felt like to be terrified.
She held back a shiver as her mind processed all that was wrong with that statement. No one had been more shocked than Ruby when she’d opened the door to the dingy motel room her and Sam had been holed up in to see Dean standing there.
Dean, who she knew was supposed to be safe and soundly locked in the deepest bowels of Hell. Dean, the Righteous Man his revenge driven father could never have been, should not have been walking the Earth - let alone knocking on his brother’s door.
That had not been part of the plan, damn it!
The plan, like all good plans, had been simple. Replace Dean in Sam’s world, become his confidant - the person he took advice from and listened to - and slowly encourage his more demonic tendencies.
A little exorcism there.
A pinch of blood-spiced sex here.
Toss in a little encouragement in the form of Lilith’s head on a platter . . .
And . . . BAM!
Instant anti-Christ!
Lucifer would rise and Ruby could go back to her little corner of Hell to nosh on some salt-free French fries. Then Dean had shown up and her simple plan had up and gone to Hell . . . or, rather, Heaven.
Who would have figured that after millennia upon millennia of touting a “hands-off all humans” policy the angels would swoop down off of their fluffy clouds and storm the very gates of Hell to rescue Dean.
She’d always thought of Dean as a tool. A tool that she would use to make Sam more susceptible to the darkness that seethed inside of him, a tool that would be used to break the first seal containing Lucifer. After that Dean would be like a knife left to rust in blood for too long: useless.
But now here he was, the apparent front runner for Messiah of the Millennium.
At first Ruby hadn’t worried about it too much. Dean had barely been able to hold onto his sanity after his stint down below to function, let alone become the leader of Heaven’s forces. So she just stepped up her game with Sam. Then things had changed.
Dean had changed.
Sam fretted to her through various phone conversations that his brother’s mind had healed almost overnight, that Dean was different.
Colder.
Detached from life.
Detached from Sam.
And she still hadn’t been worried, she’d been relieved! Ruby figured that Dean must have finally succumbed to his Hell-borne nightmares and was a step away from being stashed in a mental institution with a severe dissociative disorder, which suited her just fine. Sam would be focused on her again. She could taste her celebratory French fries already!
So, after a few more stressed phone conversations from her anti-Christ on the rise she’d promised to catch up with the both of them on the road and Sam gave her the name of another nameless, faceless diner next to their motel.
Which is where she found herself now - sitting across from Sam and Dean, terrified.
There was something very different about Dean and whatever it is that had changed within him was making her skin crawl and hair stand on end.
Sam was talking about their newest hunt while Dean slowly but surely worked his way through a generous piece of apple pie. Even in that small, innocuous, action Dean was changed.
A craving for comfort food was a trademark mannerism for those who’ve been residents of the Pit, but Dean wasn’t rushing through his pie and shoving it down his throat as if it were his only source of consolation in the world. Instead, he ate at a slow and steady pace.
It unnerved her.
She must have shifted in her seat or done something to call attention to herself because, when she looked away from Sam, Dean was staring at her as if she was some kind of interesting specimen he wanted to pin down and pry apart to see how all of her parts worked.
Sam took advantage of the lull in the conversation to get up and go to the bathroom, only pausing to admonish, “Play nice. I mean it Dean,” as he crossed the cheap black and white diner floor.
Ruby could barely bring herself to nod her head in Sam’s direction. All of her bodily functions, the ones that she had taken such pains to keep running smoothly (gotta seem human for Sam) came to a shuddering halt.
For a moment, she really was nothing but a conscious corpse.
What was looking out at her from behind Dean’s pretty green eyes was not human. Ruby didn’t know what it was other than trouble.
Big trouble.
Sam was right, there was definitely something wrong with -
“Dean.”
Holy shit! The angel had crept up behind her and she hadn’t even felt it. Why hadn’t she felt him?
The eldest Winchester finally broke his eye lock and casually smiled up at the trench coated celestial messenger, “Hey Cas. Want some pie?”
If Ruby could still die from a heart attack, it would have happened then and there as Castiel bent at the waist and offered his mouth for Dean to slide some pie into. She was sure her jaw unhinged when the angel thoughtfully murmured, “I prefer it with vanilla ice cream.”
He preferred it? The creature without emotions liked ice cream with his pie?
She liked to think she was a smart demon quick on the uptake and readily adaptable to new situations. A handy trait for a semi-immortal being to have. No sir, you wouldn’t catch her crawling from the Pit in a seventies shag hair cut (Meg still hadn’t lived that one down). Ruby knew how to stay relevant and low key, how to play human - it’s why she’d been chosen to manage Sam. But the situation in front of her threw her for a loop.
All she could do was stare on in silence as Dean fed the angel another bite of pie. She still couldn’t get a good feel on the angel. In fact, if she hadn’t had her eyes glued to him happily lapping at Dean’s fork, chasing the last vestiges of whipped cream, she wouldn’t know that he was in the room - let alone standing right next to her.
Ruby took in a deep breath and on the exhale she sent her senses out beyond her human container, because if the angels could suddenly march around without being sensed that was a big deal. As she sent out her psychic sight, her ability to physically see faded away. When her physical sight returned to her, it would be focused on the object that her psychic eyes discovered.
Her psychic fact-finding mission came to a quick and brutal end when she slammed up against an invisible barrier that screamed “DEAN,” or at least the new creepycalm Dean she’d been horrified by for the past hour.
Thus, as her eyes regained their ability to see she fully expected to be looking at Dean. Imagine her surprise when instead she found herself caught in the even, unbending, gaze of the angel. Ruby felt her eyes widen because she was looking at the angel but still felt Dean.
Both human and angel felt the same. Exactly the same, as if they were one being. As if the angel was human and the human was angelic.
Impossible.
But there it was, two beings standing directly before her that registered in her consciousness as one immense and terrifying . . . thing.
She was whisked away from her revelation as Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face, “Hey. Hey, Ruby!”
“Yeah.” She must have zoned out for a minute because the pie had been finished and Dean was standing next to Castiel, clearly ready to leave the diner.
“Tell Sammy we’ll meet him back at the motel in an hour. Okay?”
And she just could not stop staring at the thing that is them, DeanandCastiel.
Because this changed everything.
Ruby cleared her throat, “Sure. We’ll catch up with you.” With that said, the duo made a quick exit leaving her beautiful, simple, plan in tatters.
But that was alright. She was a smart demon
There was always plan B.
--------------------------------------
There were two things in the world that Dean Winchester hated: witches and demons.
And he couldn’t figure out how his life now included regular lunches with Sammy’s new gal-pal who was both a witch and a demon. It was enough to turn a man off of his pie, is what it was.
Seriously, his brother had the absolute worst taste in women. At least Sammy was getting laid though, that was nice, even if it was with a witch cum demon. It meant less frowny-faces in the mornings and less time spent in the shower. Dean really appreciated a little extra time in the bathroom now-a-days . . . well . . . actually, Cas appreciated the extra time in the bathroom with him, and if Cas appreciated the extra time then Dean appreciated the extra time.
It’s not like they were having sex in the shower, they were just doing whatever it was that they did together - soulgasming, exchanging their essence, getting their daily angel-human fix. Dean really had no idea what to call it other than necessary.
Yeah.
But it wasn’t sex, even if at times it really felt like it was.
Wait.
Just, wait a minute.
Did that mean that for the past few months Sam had been getting laid regularly and Dean hadn’t . . . even though he has a ready, willing (boy-oh-boy was Cas willing), and able partner?
Well, that just won’t do.
~~The End~~
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Next Time: In which, Dean has to explain to Castiel that they should be having sex. Bobby get’s an eyeful.
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