[D/C BigBang 2013] For Love, For Glory - Epilogue
Title: For Love, For Glory
Author: bellanovaskies [shotgunsinlace]
Artist: unbearablebears
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural; Action/Adventure
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/Jessica, mentions of Charlie/Gilda, previous Dean/Lisa and one-sided Victor/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~84,000
Warnings: Violence, language, torture, racism, controversial political views, and sexual content.
Summary: It’s the 1940’s, the war is tearing Europe in half, and the Nazis have a plan to uncover an ancient weapon belonging to the Egyptian gods that can tip the scale in their favor. With the help of a librarian named Castiel, it’s up to Sam and Dean Winchester, respectively a professor of archaeology and treasure hunter, to get to the Lost City of Amun-Ra and stop the Third Reich from achieving world domination. But with a missing father, secret societies, and an unexpected romance, things get more than a little complicated in this race against time. Loosely based on the Indiana Jones franchise.
It’s another cold evening in Munich, forcing them to wrap up in their coats and hats as they cross the tarmac. The night is still young, but the world is dark.
Dean can’t shake off the somberness.
Four days ago they woke up on Giza’s shores, at the foot of the pyramids.
Twelve hours later they came to again on hospital cots, with a gramophone in the background playing Vera Lynn. Portia and Charlie were both cooing, lavishing the three of them with hot chocolate, hearty food, and long hours of sleep.
Bela had been there too, brought them all flowers before disappearing again. By their beds she left three nondescript sacks filled with gems and gold.
It also turned out that Charlie has a lady friend who goes by the name of Gilda. While Castiel and the Winchesters gallivanted through Egypt in search of the artifact, Gilda, who is a private of the Underground Intelligence Bureau for the Allied Forces, had taken on the task of intercepting enemy communications. Her intention: to catalogue prisoners of war.
An untraceable telegram alerted her that one John Winchester is, in fact, very much alive, but his location will not be disclosed.
Dean had taken the news with a sigh of relief. Anger and disappointment could wait another week or two.
For four days, Dean, Sam and Castiel sat in silence. None of them discussed the events that had transpired, no one asked about the rest of the camp. Neither of them could really stand the sight of each other, until Dean finally took that step and held Castiel’s hand just last night.
The gears jumped-started again, and the machine was set in motion.
This morning they had arrived in Munich. They ate, they drank, they sang war songs in the pub; but now, they’re here.
Now, in the middle of the storm, they say their goodbyes. Only, there isn’t much to say.
Sam shakes Castiel’s hand for longer than necessary, and Castiel places his free hand over Sam’s. “Don’t be strangers,” Sam says, with a gentle smile that speaks of fondness. “I expect letters at least every other month. Every other week once the war is over.”
Castiel nods his head, squeezes Sam’s hand. “I’ll see what I can do. It’s been a pleasure serving with you, Sam.”
It takes Sam another moment to pull away, tugging his coat closer to himself, and heading for the plane.
Dean isn’t looking forward to the trip home.
He stands a fair distance from Castiel, watching as he and his brother share their last goodbyes. It’s still not the time for anger, but it’s the perfect opportunity for sorrow. The cold wind that whips at his coat cannot compare to the coldness inside his heart. After all that has occurred, after all the hushed confessions and life-changing leaps-Castiel is saying goodbye.
Only when Sam has boarded does Dean cross the muddied tarmac, eyes trained on a soaked Castiel.
Cas. Starry-eyed Castiel. The gorgeous librarian of Dean’s fantasies. The love of Dean’s life.
Cassie had been the one to say goodbye to Dean, Dean had said goodbye to Lisa. Dean doesn’t want to say goodbye to Castiel. It’s too final, too absolute. He can’t really see a life where Castiel isn’t there each day, frowning at him, huffing in annoyance, being a smartass, touching the back of his hand.
Dean holds it together. He steels himself, clenches his fists inside his pockets, smirks easily when he comes to stand in front of him. But it all washes away with the rain when Castiel smiles. He’s yet to get himself another pair of glasses.
Dean intended to be tough, be casual, but he can’t help himself when a hand slips out of his pocket and cups Castiel’s cheek. The kiss that they share knocks both their fedoras to the ground.
“Come with me, Cas,” Dean says when he pulls away, nose to nose. “Sam’ll get you settled in the university. Land you a job.”
Castiel’s laugh is cracked with emotion, and a knot instantly forms in Dean’s throat.
“There’s still so much I have to do,” Castiel confides. “The library is still in ruins; Aaron needs a safe place to stay.” He seals another kiss to Dean’s mouth. “There’s so much I want to see,” he says, almost a whisper.
Now Dean has to deal with the consequences. He introduced Castiel to the world, and who is he to hold him back? Dean has seen and conquered; now it’s Castiel’s turn.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Dean says, touching his forehead to Castiel’s.
Nodding, Castiel also brings up a hand to card through Dean’s hair. “We’ll meet again,” he says, words brimming with so much adoration Dean could cling to him forever and never let go. “I promise.”
Dean’s thumb traces the sharp cheekbone, before hooking his finger beneath Castiel’s jaw and tipping his head upward. “I’m holding you to that, kid.”
With one more kiss, Dean finally steps back.
He pries his eyes away from Castiel’s silhouette, standing against the dark night.
Heaven only knows when they will be able to stand together once again, Dean thinks, walking up the rolling stairs. But one thing's for certain, the memories will always be poignant. Dean will always hold Castiel close to his heart.
And they’ll always have Cairo.
fin.
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Author: bellanovaskies [shotgunsinlace]
Artist: unbearablebears
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural; Action/Adventure
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/Jessica, mentions of Charlie/Gilda, previous Dean/Lisa and one-sided Victor/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~84,000
Warnings: Violence, language, torture, racism, controversial political views, and sexual content.
Summary: It’s the 1940’s, the war is tearing Europe in half, and the Nazis have a plan to uncover an ancient weapon belonging to the Egyptian gods that can tip the scale in their favor. With the help of a librarian named Castiel, it’s up to Sam and Dean Winchester, respectively a professor of archaeology and treasure hunter, to get to the Lost City of Amun-Ra and stop the Third Reich from achieving world domination. But with a missing father, secret societies, and an unexpected romance, things get more than a little complicated in this race against time. Loosely based on the Indiana Jones franchise.
It’s another cold evening in Munich, forcing them to wrap up in their coats and hats as they cross the tarmac. The night is still young, but the world is dark.
Dean can’t shake off the somberness.
Four days ago they woke up on Giza’s shores, at the foot of the pyramids.
Twelve hours later they came to again on hospital cots, with a gramophone in the background playing Vera Lynn. Portia and Charlie were both cooing, lavishing the three of them with hot chocolate, hearty food, and long hours of sleep.
Bela had been there too, brought them all flowers before disappearing again. By their beds she left three nondescript sacks filled with gems and gold.
It also turned out that Charlie has a lady friend who goes by the name of Gilda. While Castiel and the Winchesters gallivanted through Egypt in search of the artifact, Gilda, who is a private of the Underground Intelligence Bureau for the Allied Forces, had taken on the task of intercepting enemy communications. Her intention: to catalogue prisoners of war.
An untraceable telegram alerted her that one John Winchester is, in fact, very much alive, but his location will not be disclosed.
Dean had taken the news with a sigh of relief. Anger and disappointment could wait another week or two.
For four days, Dean, Sam and Castiel sat in silence. None of them discussed the events that had transpired, no one asked about the rest of the camp. Neither of them could really stand the sight of each other, until Dean finally took that step and held Castiel’s hand just last night.
The gears jumped-started again, and the machine was set in motion.
This morning they had arrived in Munich. They ate, they drank, they sang war songs in the pub; but now, they’re here.
Now, in the middle of the storm, they say their goodbyes. Only, there isn’t much to say.
Sam shakes Castiel’s hand for longer than necessary, and Castiel places his free hand over Sam’s. “Don’t be strangers,” Sam says, with a gentle smile that speaks of fondness. “I expect letters at least every other month. Every other week once the war is over.”
Castiel nods his head, squeezes Sam’s hand. “I’ll see what I can do. It’s been a pleasure serving with you, Sam.”
It takes Sam another moment to pull away, tugging his coat closer to himself, and heading for the plane.
Dean isn’t looking forward to the trip home.
He stands a fair distance from Castiel, watching as he and his brother share their last goodbyes. It’s still not the time for anger, but it’s the perfect opportunity for sorrow. The cold wind that whips at his coat cannot compare to the coldness inside his heart. After all that has occurred, after all the hushed confessions and life-changing leaps-Castiel is saying goodbye.
Only when Sam has boarded does Dean cross the muddied tarmac, eyes trained on a soaked Castiel.
Cas. Starry-eyed Castiel. The gorgeous librarian of Dean’s fantasies. The love of Dean’s life.
Cassie had been the one to say goodbye to Dean, Dean had said goodbye to Lisa. Dean doesn’t want to say goodbye to Castiel. It’s too final, too absolute. He can’t really see a life where Castiel isn’t there each day, frowning at him, huffing in annoyance, being a smartass, touching the back of his hand.
Dean holds it together. He steels himself, clenches his fists inside his pockets, smirks easily when he comes to stand in front of him. But it all washes away with the rain when Castiel smiles. He’s yet to get himself another pair of glasses.
Dean intended to be tough, be casual, but he can’t help himself when a hand slips out of his pocket and cups Castiel’s cheek. The kiss that they share knocks both their fedoras to the ground.
“Come with me, Cas,” Dean says when he pulls away, nose to nose. “Sam’ll get you settled in the university. Land you a job.”
Castiel’s laugh is cracked with emotion, and a knot instantly forms in Dean’s throat.
“There’s still so much I have to do,” Castiel confides. “The library is still in ruins; Aaron needs a safe place to stay.” He seals another kiss to Dean’s mouth. “There’s so much I want to see,” he says, almost a whisper.
Now Dean has to deal with the consequences. He introduced Castiel to the world, and who is he to hold him back? Dean has seen and conquered; now it’s Castiel’s turn.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Dean says, touching his forehead to Castiel’s.
Nodding, Castiel also brings up a hand to card through Dean’s hair. “We’ll meet again,” he says, words brimming with so much adoration Dean could cling to him forever and never let go. “I promise.”
Dean’s thumb traces the sharp cheekbone, before hooking his finger beneath Castiel’s jaw and tipping his head upward. “I’m holding you to that, kid.”
With one more kiss, Dean finally steps back.
He pries his eyes away from Castiel’s silhouette, standing against the dark night.
Heaven only knows when they will be able to stand together once again, Dean thinks, walking up the rolling stairs. But one thing's for certain, the memories will always be poignant. Dean will always hold Castiel close to his heart.
And they’ll always have Cairo.
fin.
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