Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: First Impressions (PG-13)
Title: First Impressions
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars
Pairing: Dean/Castiel ( blatant pre-slash)
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a dangerous attraction to each other.
Summary: Before I push forward anymore with this verse, I wanted to go back and tell the story of Jedi Knight Dean Winchester meeting Jedi Master Castiel for the first time. This is that story :P
Word Count: 1,529
Link to the Masterpost
Chronologically, this takes place roughly a year before Practice makes Perfect, and Avoidance Tactics
Dean kept the hood of his cloak up as he made his way through the temple; he’d grown up here but sometimes he still almost got lost. It was a city in it’s own right sprawling out in all directions. Large columns, hundreds of rooms, and plenty of inhabitants.
He was on his way to be briefed for his newest assignment in one of the situation rooms that were located in the Jedi Council towers.
Dean glanced around, and took one more left, and the room came into view.
He knew he was late, so he picked up the pace. Not quite running, but not walking either.
He walked inside to find Jedi Master Crowley and Jedi Master Ellen Harvelle, standing around the communications center.
He bowed slightly, and apologized for his tardiness. Master Harvelle smiled kindly, she’d always looked after him, given him a wide berth to grow. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he saw her as a mother in many ways. She was the closest thing he’d had to one. He had no memories of his life before being brought to the temple.
Master Crowley, had a round face, short, dark hair, and was wearing his usual black clothing. He glared at him. “Would it kill you to be on time for once, Winchester.”
Dean glared right back. “I’m sorry, Master,” he managed, wondering how that man had ever managed to survive as long as he had. He had a talent for pissing people off, yet, in a system full of thieves, killers, and bounty hunters no one had taken him out.
Dean smiled, it felt fake.
“Are you now?” he replied, his eyes quick, his tone condescending.
Ellen stepped forward. “I‘m sure he is - now if that’s over with why don’t we get down to business.”
Crowley snorted, but didn’t protest.
“A bounty hunter named Zachariah has been causing a lot of problems on the planet Alderaan.” Ellen explained, her hand flowing across the control panel.
An image popped up of a light skinned, gray-haired, human wearing all black, and decked out with various weapons.
“And you need me to track him, and bring him in.” Dean guessed.
“It is what you excel at, is it not?” Crowley said his eyebrows raised, as he paced around the room.
This was the part of being a Jedi he liked. The rules bothered him, but helping people, saving the innocent, that made it worth getting out of bed in the morning.
“When do I leave?” he asked, not one for wasting time with talk.
“Tomorrow,” Crowley supplied, holding out a data pad. “This has everything we know about Zachariah on it.”
Dean took it, and headed out, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Ellen, gestured for him to walk with her.
They walked in companionable silence through the temple, weaving through hallways, watching younglings, Padawan’s, and other Jedi Knights going about their business.
“You make sure your careful with this one Dean.” She said in a quiet, but stern voice as they approached a bench near one of the large windows that overlooked the city.
They sat down in their usual spot.
“Yes, Master,” he said without a trace of sarcasm. He knew better than to mess with Ellen.
“I mean it Dean.” She took the pad from his hand and opened a file. “Make sure you read this; he’s as dangerous as they come.”
“I will.”
She gave him a look that said, “You better, or else.”
Then she sighed, and chuffed him lightly on the shoulder.
Dean twisted in his seat, and caught a glimpse of a dark haired, Jedi walking by - Dean had never seen him before but that wasn’t completely surprising. The galaxy was a big place and Jedi traveled a lot.
And if he’d seen this man, he would have remembered him.
He wasn’t hard on the eyes.
“Who’s that?” Dean asked, his eyes following the Jedi, as he slowly moved past them, his eyes darting around the area. Dean got the feeling he didn’t miss much - he liked him already.
Ellen turned, saw where he was looking, and smiled almost sadly. “Jedi Master Castiel; he just got back from an extended, deep cover mission in the outer rim.”
Dean blinked. That would explain why he hadn’t bumped into him in the halls any time recently. “He sticking around for awhile?”
Ellen eyed him.
“What?” he asked innocently.
Her lips pursed. “Be careful Dean.” Her words were simple, but full of meaning. “You need to be mindful of your feelings.”
He sighed. “That’s what they keep telling me.”
She smiled, and touched his arm. “Perhaps you might want to consider listening for once.” She paused. “Or at least be less obvious about it.”
He grinned. “I am.” He patted her hand, “I just enjoy getting a rise out of you.”
She laughed. “I’ve noticed.”
******
Dean was making his way out of temple when he caught sight of a mop of messy black hair, and tan Jedi robes. The Jedi Master, Ellen had told him was called Castiel was standing in front of a plaque that had the code inscribed into it, and he was perfectly still.
The picture of serenity.
Dean walked up beside him, his eyes drifting over the words that had been his mantra since he was old enough to speak.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force.
“Poetic huh?” Dean quipped.
The other Jedi, said nothing, he simply turned his head and watched Dean. His eyes were bluer than some oceans, and he was even more striking up close. He was all angles, but somehow still attractive. His lips were chapped, and a bit moist, drawing Dean’s gaze.
Sithspit. He was in trouble.
Castiel tilted his head, his eyes curious, and wary all at once.
Dean tried again. “I’m Jedi Knight Dean Winchester.” He offered his hand.
Castiel stared at it for several long moments. Dean was about to pull his hand back and cut his losses when the man took it. His grip was firm, and Dean liked the feel of his hands. Just calloused enough to know he’d seen combat.
“Jedi Master Castiel.”
“Nice to meet you, Cas.” The shortening of his name just slipped out; it felt as natural as breathing.
Cas’s eyes widened. Dean expected him to correct his error, but instead he only nodded, and while his expression was still guarded, and controlled, it did soften a bit.
“It is nice to meet you as well,” he replied, a slight pause in between each word, and glanced down at the pad in Dean’s hand.
He waved it in the air. “Homework for a mission.”
A nod.
Cas was apparently a man of few words.
And he was staring again.
It should have been creepy, but instead Dean found it endearing. As if the guy had spent so much time alone, he wasn’t sure how to act around people anymore.
He remembered the sad look in Ellen’s eyes.
Maybe he had been alone.
“So, were you doing some reading of your own?” He gestured towards the writing.
“Yes.”
Dean almost laughed. “You’d think you’d have it memorized by now,” he tried a little teasing, hoping for a smile.
Cas wrinkled his nose. “Of course I do.” He turned back to the wall, his head tilted at a slight angle, his expression calm, and collected. “I simply take pleasure in reflecting on them. It’s been awhile since I’ve walked these halls.”
Dean could understand that, but he still couldn’t resist saying, “Personally, I got enough of the Jedi code during my Padawan days to last a lifetime. There‘s only so many times a guy can take hearing the same old song.”
Cas spun, his eyes shocked momentarily, before it was smothered, under a mask of calm.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
He could hear the words loud and clear as he watched Cas draw on that peace with practiced ease.
“That’s a highly inappropriate thing to say, Jedi Knight Winchester.”
Dean snorted, earning him another tilt of Cas’s head. “I’ve heard that before, chuckles,” he quipped.
Cas didn’t react, in fact his posture, and expression became even more flawless.
He’d never met someone so frustrating and hot all at once.
Now if only he could make him crack a smile.
“Did you need something else?” Cas asked, his eyes cool, his tone unfazed.
Damn. This had not gone at all how he’d planned the conversation in his head. Yet, somehow, he was even more intrigued by the Jedi.
Dean flashed his most devastating smile, one that had gotten him laid on more than one occasion, and leaned in close.
Cas took a step back, confusion breaking through his wall of calm for a moment.
“It was nice talking with you, Cas.”
Dean kept his eyes locked onto the odd Jedi’s for several heartbeats, then turned and walked away.
He didn’t glance back, but he knew Cas was watching him as he left.
He could feel it.
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars
Pairing: Dean/Castiel ( blatant pre-slash)
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my recently created Jedi!verse series of fics - where both Dean and Castiel are Jedi - with a dangerous attraction to each other.
Summary: Before I push forward anymore with this verse, I wanted to go back and tell the story of Jedi Knight Dean Winchester meeting Jedi Master Castiel for the first time. This is that story :P
Word Count: 1,529
Link to the Masterpost
Chronologically, this takes place roughly a year before Practice makes Perfect, and Avoidance Tactics
Dean kept the hood of his cloak up as he made his way through the temple; he’d grown up here but sometimes he still almost got lost. It was a city in it’s own right sprawling out in all directions. Large columns, hundreds of rooms, and plenty of inhabitants.
He was on his way to be briefed for his newest assignment in one of the situation rooms that were located in the Jedi Council towers.
Dean glanced around, and took one more left, and the room came into view.
He knew he was late, so he picked up the pace. Not quite running, but not walking either.
He walked inside to find Jedi Master Crowley and Jedi Master Ellen Harvelle, standing around the communications center.
He bowed slightly, and apologized for his tardiness. Master Harvelle smiled kindly, she’d always looked after him, given him a wide berth to grow. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he saw her as a mother in many ways. She was the closest thing he’d had to one. He had no memories of his life before being brought to the temple.
Master Crowley, had a round face, short, dark hair, and was wearing his usual black clothing. He glared at him. “Would it kill you to be on time for once, Winchester.”
Dean glared right back. “I’m sorry, Master,” he managed, wondering how that man had ever managed to survive as long as he had. He had a talent for pissing people off, yet, in a system full of thieves, killers, and bounty hunters no one had taken him out.
Dean smiled, it felt fake.
“Are you now?” he replied, his eyes quick, his tone condescending.
Ellen stepped forward. “I‘m sure he is - now if that’s over with why don’t we get down to business.”
Crowley snorted, but didn’t protest.
“A bounty hunter named Zachariah has been causing a lot of problems on the planet Alderaan.” Ellen explained, her hand flowing across the control panel.
An image popped up of a light skinned, gray-haired, human wearing all black, and decked out with various weapons.
“And you need me to track him, and bring him in.” Dean guessed.
“It is what you excel at, is it not?” Crowley said his eyebrows raised, as he paced around the room.
This was the part of being a Jedi he liked. The rules bothered him, but helping people, saving the innocent, that made it worth getting out of bed in the morning.
“When do I leave?” he asked, not one for wasting time with talk.
“Tomorrow,” Crowley supplied, holding out a data pad. “This has everything we know about Zachariah on it.”
Dean took it, and headed out, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Ellen, gestured for him to walk with her.
They walked in companionable silence through the temple, weaving through hallways, watching younglings, Padawan’s, and other Jedi Knights going about their business.
“You make sure your careful with this one Dean.” She said in a quiet, but stern voice as they approached a bench near one of the large windows that overlooked the city.
They sat down in their usual spot.
“Yes, Master,” he said without a trace of sarcasm. He knew better than to mess with Ellen.
“I mean it Dean.” She took the pad from his hand and opened a file. “Make sure you read this; he’s as dangerous as they come.”
“I will.”
She gave him a look that said, “You better, or else.”
Then she sighed, and chuffed him lightly on the shoulder.
Dean twisted in his seat, and caught a glimpse of a dark haired, Jedi walking by - Dean had never seen him before but that wasn’t completely surprising. The galaxy was a big place and Jedi traveled a lot.
And if he’d seen this man, he would have remembered him.
He wasn’t hard on the eyes.
“Who’s that?” Dean asked, his eyes following the Jedi, as he slowly moved past them, his eyes darting around the area. Dean got the feeling he didn’t miss much - he liked him already.
Ellen turned, saw where he was looking, and smiled almost sadly. “Jedi Master Castiel; he just got back from an extended, deep cover mission in the outer rim.”
Dean blinked. That would explain why he hadn’t bumped into him in the halls any time recently. “He sticking around for awhile?”
Ellen eyed him.
“What?” he asked innocently.
Her lips pursed. “Be careful Dean.” Her words were simple, but full of meaning. “You need to be mindful of your feelings.”
He sighed. “That’s what they keep telling me.”
She smiled, and touched his arm. “Perhaps you might want to consider listening for once.” She paused. “Or at least be less obvious about it.”
He grinned. “I am.” He patted her hand, “I just enjoy getting a rise out of you.”
She laughed. “I’ve noticed.”
******
Dean was making his way out of temple when he caught sight of a mop of messy black hair, and tan Jedi robes. The Jedi Master, Ellen had told him was called Castiel was standing in front of a plaque that had the code inscribed into it, and he was perfectly still.
The picture of serenity.
Dean walked up beside him, his eyes drifting over the words that had been his mantra since he was old enough to speak.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force.
“Poetic huh?” Dean quipped.
The other Jedi, said nothing, he simply turned his head and watched Dean. His eyes were bluer than some oceans, and he was even more striking up close. He was all angles, but somehow still attractive. His lips were chapped, and a bit moist, drawing Dean’s gaze.
Sithspit. He was in trouble.
Castiel tilted his head, his eyes curious, and wary all at once.
Dean tried again. “I’m Jedi Knight Dean Winchester.” He offered his hand.
Castiel stared at it for several long moments. Dean was about to pull his hand back and cut his losses when the man took it. His grip was firm, and Dean liked the feel of his hands. Just calloused enough to know he’d seen combat.
“Jedi Master Castiel.”
“Nice to meet you, Cas.” The shortening of his name just slipped out; it felt as natural as breathing.
Cas’s eyes widened. Dean expected him to correct his error, but instead he only nodded, and while his expression was still guarded, and controlled, it did soften a bit.
“It is nice to meet you as well,” he replied, a slight pause in between each word, and glanced down at the pad in Dean’s hand.
He waved it in the air. “Homework for a mission.”
A nod.
Cas was apparently a man of few words.
And he was staring again.
It should have been creepy, but instead Dean found it endearing. As if the guy had spent so much time alone, he wasn’t sure how to act around people anymore.
He remembered the sad look in Ellen’s eyes.
Maybe he had been alone.
“So, were you doing some reading of your own?” He gestured towards the writing.
“Yes.”
Dean almost laughed. “You’d think you’d have it memorized by now,” he tried a little teasing, hoping for a smile.
Cas wrinkled his nose. “Of course I do.” He turned back to the wall, his head tilted at a slight angle, his expression calm, and collected. “I simply take pleasure in reflecting on them. It’s been awhile since I’ve walked these halls.”
Dean could understand that, but he still couldn’t resist saying, “Personally, I got enough of the Jedi code during my Padawan days to last a lifetime. There‘s only so many times a guy can take hearing the same old song.”
Cas spun, his eyes shocked momentarily, before it was smothered, under a mask of calm.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
He could hear the words loud and clear as he watched Cas draw on that peace with practiced ease.
“That’s a highly inappropriate thing to say, Jedi Knight Winchester.”
Dean snorted, earning him another tilt of Cas’s head. “I’ve heard that before, chuckles,” he quipped.
Cas didn’t react, in fact his posture, and expression became even more flawless.
He’d never met someone so frustrating and hot all at once.
Now if only he could make him crack a smile.
“Did you need something else?” Cas asked, his eyes cool, his tone unfazed.
Damn. This had not gone at all how he’d planned the conversation in his head. Yet, somehow, he was even more intrigued by the Jedi.
Dean flashed his most devastating smile, one that had gotten him laid on more than one occasion, and leaned in close.
Cas took a step back, confusion breaking through his wall of calm for a moment.
“It was nice talking with you, Cas.”
Dean kept his eyes locked onto the odd Jedi’s for several heartbeats, then turned and walked away.
He didn’t glance back, but he knew Cas was watching him as he left.
He could feel it.
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