Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: The Things We Do For Peace (1/2) - (PG-13)
Title: The Things We Do For Peace (1/2)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, action, romance, angst
Pairing: Dean/Castiel ( blatant pre-slash, eventual 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 forbidden attraction to each other.
Summary: Dean sighed as he sat cross-legged in the room of a thousand fountains, trying to find his center, trying to think about serenity. It was difficult when his lips kept tingling with the memories of their almost kiss.
Word Count: 2,057
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Dean sighed as he sat cross-legged in the room of a thousand fountains, trying to find his center, trying to think about serenity.
It was difficult when his lips kept tingling with the memories of their almost kiss. Cas and his Padawan Anna had been away from the temple for close to a week. They had been sent to Devon Four; an outer rim planet. They were supposed to oversee peace talks between a religious sect that’s members consisted of almost half the planet’s population and the government.
Not Dean’s kind of assignment. Way too much talking; not enough hitting.
He was sure Cas was great at it though.
He groaned, and refocused.
He’d made a promise - he might play it loose with the rules, but he wasn’t stupid. He had no interest in messing with the Dark side. Helping others, saving innocents, it made this life worth it.
It was why he loved being a Jedi Knight, even if it didn’t always agree with him.
****
After what felt like hours of failed attempts something shifted.
His mind stilled, and he could feel the force swirling around him, a steady, comforting presence. His heart slowed; his breathing was even.
The sound of running water faded away.
His fingertips tingled, and his mind felt clearer, and calmer than it had in years.
He hovered there, in that place for awhile; not entirely aware of how much time was passing, when it happened.
Dean’s eyes flew open as a feeling of dread overwhelmed him - it was so intense, he clutched at his chest, and almost pitched forward.
His previously relaxed heart was now rocketing against his rib cage; his skin had broken out in a cold sweat, and he was on his feet before he realized he‘d started moving.
Something was wrong; Cas was in danger.
He didn’t know how he knew, but every instinct in his body was screaming at him that Castiel needed him.
He raced down the stone path, and barreled through the doors, and almost crashed into Jedi Master Harvelle.
Her eyes widened, then she took one look at his face, and she grabbed his shoulder. “Dean - what’s wrong?”
“I don’t - I felt something, a warning.”
Her eyes tightened, and she brushed a strand of long, brown hair from her cheek. “Castiel.”
Dean felt a jolt of surprise. “How d-”
Her expression was a mixture of affection and worry. “He missed his last check-in,” she said in hushed tones. The tensing of her jaw, combined with the way she kept glancing around checking to make sure they were alone told him they weren’t supposed to be having this conversation.
“How long is he overdue?” Dean struggled to find the calm he’d been basking in earlier.
Her eyes darted around again. “A day.”
Dean felt sick.
“Cas wouldn’t be late, Master,” he replied, tension creeping into every pore of his skin.
“I know.” She waved for him to follow her out into the hall. “If it were you, I wouldn’t be so concerned,” she gave him a weary, quick smile.”
“But Cas isn’t as inconsiderate as me.” Dean walked down the hall, keeping his voice low. “So what is the council doing about it?”
She pursed her lips.
Dean felt that feeling of dread intensify. “Master?”
“As of now, the council’s official stance is to wait another day.”
Dean stopped, rounded to face her, and opened his mouth to start ranting.
Ellen grabbed him, and shoved him into an empty office. She was sporting a glare that might be able to kill.
Dean kept his mouth shut until she sealed the door.
“Now you listen to me. Don’t think I’m blind when it comes to the two of you.“
Dean mentally stiffened, but kept his face impassive. Cas would have been proud at his display of control.
She smiled sadly. “And I know you don’t want to hear this, but I understand their position.”
Dean’s impassive stare shattered, and his eyes flashed.
She shook her head. “Officially if we accuse them of wrongdoing, on either side it could result in more conflict, and probably the loss of life Dean.” Her eyes were sad, and worn. “I know Master Castiel wouldn’t want that.”
Dean hands were clenched into fists; he hated that she had a point. “Master, I can’t just sit here and wait while Cas could be…,” he looked away.
“I’m not asking you to - did you honestly think I came here just for this stimulating conversation?” she quipped.
Dean blinked. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we can’t ‘officially’ send anyone, but,” she stepped closer to him, her eyes glinting, “if a Jedi Knight were to head there to deliver this package personally to a friend of mine.” She pulled an old box out and offered it to Dean. “And he happened to look in on a colleague while he was there, I don’t see what the harm in that could be…do you?” Her face was the picture of innocence.
Dean’s lips molded into a smile. “No, I don’t.” He took it from her hands, gratitude washing over him.
There was a note attached to the small tan package. “Bobby Singer?” Dean asked.
She nodded. “He’s an old friend, and he’s expecting you.”
Dean nodded.
“He’ll be waiting for you when you land. I was able to get you passage on a cargo vessel that’s leaving for Devon Four today, you’ve got one hour.”
“Thank you.”
They clasped hands, and Dean fled the room.
Hang on Cas, I’m coming.
****
Dean stepped out of the spaceport and was greeted to a warm wind, and blue sky. People were moving about, but none seemed to pay him any notice.
A man, slightly overweight, a beard, and clothes covered in various stains waved at him.
Dean headed for him, a small bag carrying the package, a change of clothes, and a few extra weapons just in case slung over his shoulder.
“Dean Winchester?” the man asked, avoiding use of his title.
Smart guy.
Dean had gone incognito for this mission. Ditching his standard robes. He didn’t want anyone noticing his arrival - and Jedi tended to get draw attention.
“Bobby Singer.”
The man offered his hand, there were a few blackish stains on his finger tips. He’d seen similar stains on mechanics. Dean wondered if he spent a lot of time working on engines.
Dean clasped his hand, and nodded.
They walked to his hover car, and got in. Bobby was quiet for a few minutes as they drove down the street, weaving in and out of traffic.
“I’ve been trying to find out anything I could about your friend son,” he said, glancing at the Jedi.
That surprised Dean. He wondered exactly who this guy was, and how he and Ellen knew each other.
“You find anything?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. It seems some higher up in Devon’s government didn’t like the idea of making a deal with the Imageth Sect.” Bobby’s hands tightened on the controls momentarily. “Not that I love all the zealots, but most of them are good people. Just trying to find a little peace in a galaxy that pissed all over them.”
Dean almost smiled, he could see Ellen getting along well with this guy.
“Your friend, he was getting close to negotiating a peaceful solution - then suddenly he disappears, along with his Padawan. A group who claims they are members of the Imageth are taking responsibility for the abduction.
Dean gave him a sideways glance. “Maybe they are.”
Bobby huffed. “I know these people; I know their leaders. They did not do this.” His tone was certain, and for some reason Dean was inclined to trust his judgment. He had a good feeling about the guy.
“Besides, I have it on good authority that a certain sanctimonious prick who claims to have this planet’s best interests at heart, and happens to have a seat on the council here, hired a group of mercenaries to arrange this little scenario.”
“Sithspit,” Dean growled.
“Yep.”
“This guy have a name?”
“Azazel. He‘s been against peace since the beginning. He‘s a yellow-bellied coward in my book - but he‘s got credits. And credits can buy you all the hired muscle you might need to do your dirty work.”
Dean nodded; filing the info away for later.
“You happen to hear any rumors about where they are being held?”
Bobby smiled. “Yep.”
Dean grinned. “You sure as hell seem to know a lot - what exactly is your role here?”
Bobby shrugged. “I’m just a mechanic.”
Dean gave him a dubious glance.
“A damn good one too,” he added.
“I bet,” Dean mused, then closed his eyes, and reached out with the force, trying to sense his friend, praying that he was okay.
That whoever these sith-spawn were, they hadn’t hurt him or Anna.
A small, tiny ripple that was so clearly Cas cascaded back to him, filling him with hope.
Cas was still alive.
He used every ounce of focus he had and willed Cas to hear him as he thought, I’m here, Cas. I’m coming for you.
*****
They arrived at Singer’s Salvage ten minutes later. Dean hopped out of the vehicle, anxious to get this party started.
“I’ve got a few things that’ll be of use to ya,” Bobby told him, as he headed into the shop.
Dean followed; his green eyes sweeping over his surroundings as he walked. The building wasn’t large, just enough room for two hover cars to be parked inside it at once. Equipment lay strewn all over the ground in front of the walls. Green paint was faded, and peeling in spots, and the sign’s lighting was only working for about half the letters. If it were dark out, it would read, nger a_vag.
Still, Dean felt comfortable here.
The temple was almost too clean at times, this place felt more real, more like home.
He found himself wondering if Cas would like it, or if he’d find it ‘distasteful.’ He almost smiled, but then he remembered the feeling of dread, and that Cas might very well have a blaster pointed at his head right now and his face fell.
He stepped inside, and Bobby was pulling out a set of green robes, a data pad, and keys of some kind.
“Well what are you waiting for boy - get your ass over here.”
Dean snorted, but hurried over.
“These will help you to blend in,” he pointed at the robes. “All the members of the sect wear these when they aren’t in their homes. The area of town you’ll be heading to is full of people with them.”
Dean nodded, and slipped it on.
“This contains the coordinates for where your friend is being held - place is locked down tight, so you need to be sneaky about this. No barreling in headfirst, you’ll end up either getting yourself or your friends killed.”
Dean gave him his best ‘what me?’ look, and wondered exactly what Master Harvelle had told him. “Don’t worry; I have no intention of getting anyone killed.”
Bobby nodded. “And these are the keys to that.” He pointed to a black, hover car in the corner.”
“Thanks Bobby,” he said sincerely.
The man nodded again. “After you get them out, they’ll be able to set the record straight and just maybe this planet can still make peace.”
All Dean really cared about at the moment was Cas and Anna, but he got that this was bigger than that. He just had a hard time focusing on the big picture when people he cared about were in danger. So he simply nodded, and took the keys.
He started to head out, but remembered his excuse for being here. “Oh, and Ellen asked me to give this to you.” He pulled out the box.
Bobby blinked, then smiled, and took it, his fingers almost caressing it.
Dean watched him.
“Thanks, son.”
If he hadn’t been in such a hurry, he would have pressed him for information on exactly what was in the box, and how he knew Ellen. He didn’t have that luxury, so he said his goodbyes, and hopped onto the speeder - hoping he wouldn’t be too late.
PART TWO
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13 (this part)
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, action, romance, angst
Pairing: Dean/Castiel ( blatant pre-slash, eventual 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 forbidden attraction to each other.
Summary: Dean sighed as he sat cross-legged in the room of a thousand fountains, trying to find his center, trying to think about serenity. It was difficult when his lips kept tingling with the memories of their almost kiss.
Word Count: 2,057
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Dean sighed as he sat cross-legged in the room of a thousand fountains, trying to find his center, trying to think about serenity.
It was difficult when his lips kept tingling with the memories of their almost kiss. Cas and his Padawan Anna had been away from the temple for close to a week. They had been sent to Devon Four; an outer rim planet. They were supposed to oversee peace talks between a religious sect that’s members consisted of almost half the planet’s population and the government.
Not Dean’s kind of assignment. Way too much talking; not enough hitting.
He was sure Cas was great at it though.
He groaned, and refocused.
He’d made a promise - he might play it loose with the rules, but he wasn’t stupid. He had no interest in messing with the Dark side. Helping others, saving innocents, it made this life worth it.
It was why he loved being a Jedi Knight, even if it didn’t always agree with him.
****
After what felt like hours of failed attempts something shifted.
His mind stilled, and he could feel the force swirling around him, a steady, comforting presence. His heart slowed; his breathing was even.
The sound of running water faded away.
His fingertips tingled, and his mind felt clearer, and calmer than it had in years.
He hovered there, in that place for awhile; not entirely aware of how much time was passing, when it happened.
Dean’s eyes flew open as a feeling of dread overwhelmed him - it was so intense, he clutched at his chest, and almost pitched forward.
His previously relaxed heart was now rocketing against his rib cage; his skin had broken out in a cold sweat, and he was on his feet before he realized he‘d started moving.
Something was wrong; Cas was in danger.
He didn’t know how he knew, but every instinct in his body was screaming at him that Castiel needed him.
He raced down the stone path, and barreled through the doors, and almost crashed into Jedi Master Harvelle.
Her eyes widened, then she took one look at his face, and she grabbed his shoulder. “Dean - what’s wrong?”
“I don’t - I felt something, a warning.”
Her eyes tightened, and she brushed a strand of long, brown hair from her cheek. “Castiel.”
Dean felt a jolt of surprise. “How d-”
Her expression was a mixture of affection and worry. “He missed his last check-in,” she said in hushed tones. The tensing of her jaw, combined with the way she kept glancing around checking to make sure they were alone told him they weren’t supposed to be having this conversation.
“How long is he overdue?” Dean struggled to find the calm he’d been basking in earlier.
Her eyes darted around again. “A day.”
Dean felt sick.
“Cas wouldn’t be late, Master,” he replied, tension creeping into every pore of his skin.
“I know.” She waved for him to follow her out into the hall. “If it were you, I wouldn’t be so concerned,” she gave him a weary, quick smile.”
“But Cas isn’t as inconsiderate as me.” Dean walked down the hall, keeping his voice low. “So what is the council doing about it?”
She pursed her lips.
Dean felt that feeling of dread intensify. “Master?”
“As of now, the council’s official stance is to wait another day.”
Dean stopped, rounded to face her, and opened his mouth to start ranting.
Ellen grabbed him, and shoved him into an empty office. She was sporting a glare that might be able to kill.
Dean kept his mouth shut until she sealed the door.
“Now you listen to me. Don’t think I’m blind when it comes to the two of you.“
Dean mentally stiffened, but kept his face impassive. Cas would have been proud at his display of control.
She smiled sadly. “And I know you don’t want to hear this, but I understand their position.”
Dean’s impassive stare shattered, and his eyes flashed.
She shook her head. “Officially if we accuse them of wrongdoing, on either side it could result in more conflict, and probably the loss of life Dean.” Her eyes were sad, and worn. “I know Master Castiel wouldn’t want that.”
Dean hands were clenched into fists; he hated that she had a point. “Master, I can’t just sit here and wait while Cas could be…,” he looked away.
“I’m not asking you to - did you honestly think I came here just for this stimulating conversation?” she quipped.
Dean blinked. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we can’t ‘officially’ send anyone, but,” she stepped closer to him, her eyes glinting, “if a Jedi Knight were to head there to deliver this package personally to a friend of mine.” She pulled an old box out and offered it to Dean. “And he happened to look in on a colleague while he was there, I don’t see what the harm in that could be…do you?” Her face was the picture of innocence.
Dean’s lips molded into a smile. “No, I don’t.” He took it from her hands, gratitude washing over him.
There was a note attached to the small tan package. “Bobby Singer?” Dean asked.
She nodded. “He’s an old friend, and he’s expecting you.”
Dean nodded.
“He’ll be waiting for you when you land. I was able to get you passage on a cargo vessel that’s leaving for Devon Four today, you’ve got one hour.”
“Thank you.”
They clasped hands, and Dean fled the room.
Hang on Cas, I’m coming.
****
Dean stepped out of the spaceport and was greeted to a warm wind, and blue sky. People were moving about, but none seemed to pay him any notice.
A man, slightly overweight, a beard, and clothes covered in various stains waved at him.
Dean headed for him, a small bag carrying the package, a change of clothes, and a few extra weapons just in case slung over his shoulder.
“Dean Winchester?” the man asked, avoiding use of his title.
Smart guy.
Dean had gone incognito for this mission. Ditching his standard robes. He didn’t want anyone noticing his arrival - and Jedi tended to get draw attention.
“Bobby Singer.”
The man offered his hand, there were a few blackish stains on his finger tips. He’d seen similar stains on mechanics. Dean wondered if he spent a lot of time working on engines.
Dean clasped his hand, and nodded.
They walked to his hover car, and got in. Bobby was quiet for a few minutes as they drove down the street, weaving in and out of traffic.
“I’ve been trying to find out anything I could about your friend son,” he said, glancing at the Jedi.
That surprised Dean. He wondered exactly who this guy was, and how he and Ellen knew each other.
“You find anything?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. It seems some higher up in Devon’s government didn’t like the idea of making a deal with the Imageth Sect.” Bobby’s hands tightened on the controls momentarily. “Not that I love all the zealots, but most of them are good people. Just trying to find a little peace in a galaxy that pissed all over them.”
Dean almost smiled, he could see Ellen getting along well with this guy.
“Your friend, he was getting close to negotiating a peaceful solution - then suddenly he disappears, along with his Padawan. A group who claims they are members of the Imageth are taking responsibility for the abduction.
Dean gave him a sideways glance. “Maybe they are.”
Bobby huffed. “I know these people; I know their leaders. They did not do this.” His tone was certain, and for some reason Dean was inclined to trust his judgment. He had a good feeling about the guy.
“Besides, I have it on good authority that a certain sanctimonious prick who claims to have this planet’s best interests at heart, and happens to have a seat on the council here, hired a group of mercenaries to arrange this little scenario.”
“Sithspit,” Dean growled.
“Yep.”
“This guy have a name?”
“Azazel. He‘s been against peace since the beginning. He‘s a yellow-bellied coward in my book - but he‘s got credits. And credits can buy you all the hired muscle you might need to do your dirty work.”
Dean nodded; filing the info away for later.
“You happen to hear any rumors about where they are being held?”
Bobby smiled. “Yep.”
Dean grinned. “You sure as hell seem to know a lot - what exactly is your role here?”
Bobby shrugged. “I’m just a mechanic.”
Dean gave him a dubious glance.
“A damn good one too,” he added.
“I bet,” Dean mused, then closed his eyes, and reached out with the force, trying to sense his friend, praying that he was okay.
That whoever these sith-spawn were, they hadn’t hurt him or Anna.
A small, tiny ripple that was so clearly Cas cascaded back to him, filling him with hope.
Cas was still alive.
He used every ounce of focus he had and willed Cas to hear him as he thought, I’m here, Cas. I’m coming for you.
*****
They arrived at Singer’s Salvage ten minutes later. Dean hopped out of the vehicle, anxious to get this party started.
“I’ve got a few things that’ll be of use to ya,” Bobby told him, as he headed into the shop.
Dean followed; his green eyes sweeping over his surroundings as he walked. The building wasn’t large, just enough room for two hover cars to be parked inside it at once. Equipment lay strewn all over the ground in front of the walls. Green paint was faded, and peeling in spots, and the sign’s lighting was only working for about half the letters. If it were dark out, it would read, nger a_vag.
Still, Dean felt comfortable here.
The temple was almost too clean at times, this place felt more real, more like home.
He found himself wondering if Cas would like it, or if he’d find it ‘distasteful.’ He almost smiled, but then he remembered the feeling of dread, and that Cas might very well have a blaster pointed at his head right now and his face fell.
He stepped inside, and Bobby was pulling out a set of green robes, a data pad, and keys of some kind.
“Well what are you waiting for boy - get your ass over here.”
Dean snorted, but hurried over.
“These will help you to blend in,” he pointed at the robes. “All the members of the sect wear these when they aren’t in their homes. The area of town you’ll be heading to is full of people with them.”
Dean nodded, and slipped it on.
“This contains the coordinates for where your friend is being held - place is locked down tight, so you need to be sneaky about this. No barreling in headfirst, you’ll end up either getting yourself or your friends killed.”
Dean gave him his best ‘what me?’ look, and wondered exactly what Master Harvelle had told him. “Don’t worry; I have no intention of getting anyone killed.”
Bobby nodded. “And these are the keys to that.” He pointed to a black, hover car in the corner.”
“Thanks Bobby,” he said sincerely.
The man nodded again. “After you get them out, they’ll be able to set the record straight and just maybe this planet can still make peace.”
All Dean really cared about at the moment was Cas and Anna, but he got that this was bigger than that. He just had a hard time focusing on the big picture when people he cared about were in danger. So he simply nodded, and took the keys.
He started to head out, but remembered his excuse for being here. “Oh, and Ellen asked me to give this to you.” He pulled out the box.
Bobby blinked, then smiled, and took it, his fingers almost caressing it.
Dean watched him.
“Thanks, son.”
If he hadn’t been in such a hurry, he would have pressed him for information on exactly what was in the box, and how he knew Ellen. He didn’t have that luxury, so he said his goodbyes, and hopped onto the speeder - hoping he wouldn’t be too late.
PART TWO
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