Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Mixed Signals - (PG-13)
I've been sick for the past few days with a bad cold/flu - hopefully I didn't miss any errors but my brain is still a bit foggy. Please excuse any.
Title: Mixed Signals
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
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 has a talk with Master Harvelle, then pays a visit to check up on Cas and Anna at the temple.
Word Count: 2,483
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Jedi Knight Winchester was sitting at his usual corner booth at Kinsa’s Diner. The female Twi’lek who owned it was a good friend of his - she was blue skinned- full of spunk, and one hell of a cook. He had lived in the small, but comfy room above the restaurant for awhile now.
He woke up to the smell of meat frying, and pie baking on an almost daily basis.
It was perfect.
Kinsa ’teksa herself brought him a plate with two generous portions of pie - she knew him well.
“Anything else?” her long tentacles, hung down her back, as she offered him a kind smile.
“Nope, I’m good.”
“I heard things might have gotten a bit rough for you and your friend on Devon Four.” Her dark eyes, softened. “You okay?”
Ever since he’d saved her daughter a few years back, she’d taken to looking after him. Her mothering instincts showed more often than not.
Dean nodded. “Yeah. Things could have gone a lot worse.”
She bowed her head slightly, touched his arm, then moved onto another table, taking their order.
He, Cas, and Anna had left Devon Four, and had been back at the temple for a few days. After another debrief with the council, Dean had spent a lot of alone time with his bed catching up on some much needed rest.
Cas’s injuries were healed, and Anna was smiling more often again.
Things were getting back to normal.
Except there was still a very good possibility that there was a traitor among them that had almost gotten Cas and Anna killed.
This was a problem for Dean. Now that the crisis had passed, and he’d had time to reflect - he wanted to find this scum, and spend some quality alone time with them.
He dove into his pie with reckless abandon while he waited for Master Harvelle. He’d told her he needed to talk, outside of the temple. They’d arranged to meet this afternoon.
Dean groaned; that pie was so good it should have been illegal.
He was on his second piece when Ellen walked in, her long robes flowing behind her.
She spotted him, and sat down in the booth across from him.
He smiled at her, and took another bite. She rolled her eyes, and smirked.
He swallowed, then pushed the plate aside.
“You said you needed to talk?” Ellen’s gaze was curious, as she watched his face.
“Yeah, and I don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say.”
Ellen laughed. “As if that’s anything new.”
*****
Dean watched Ellen’s face as he finished filling in all the pieces of the story he and Cas had left out of their initial report.
Her face was unreadable as she reflected for a moment.
“Damn,” she muttered, as she pressed her palms onto the table.
Dean’s eyes widened - she wasn’t telling him this was impossible, she wasn’t dismissive - now he really was worried. “Care to elaborate?”
She sighed. “I’ve suspected this might be the case.”
Dean’s mouth almost hit the table as he gaped at her. “What?”
She lowered her voice, and leaned across the table. “There have been smaller leaks here and there. Nothing concrete, but enough to make me wonder.” She glanced around, her eyes tight. “And, I, as well as several other Master’s have felt something…a disturbance in the force.”
“Disturbance?” Dean pressed, his heart clenching.
“It isn’t clear, but some believe that we may have an enemy that is harnessing the dark side of the force - and whoever it is - they are strong, Dean.”
Dean knew he was still gaping. “Are you telling me we may have an actual Sith walking our halls?”
Ellen pursed her lips. “We don’t know Dean. We just know there’s change coming.”
Dean buried his face in his hands. “What do we do?”
She shrugged. “We be patient, we watch, we take precautions, and we don’t let them know we’re onto them.” She leaned back. “Until we know more, there’s nothing we can do, Dean. If they make a mistake, we’ll be waiting.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “You said they.”
“Yes. I did.”
Dean felt sick. “There’s always two.”
Ellen nodded. “If we’re dealing with what I think we are - there will be a Master and an apprentice.”
Dean nodded, hating that he couldn’t do more, but knowing Ellen was right. They had to exercise patience, a skill he was being forced to utilize more often lately.
Dean went back to eating his pie, while Ellen studied him.
“You did good by the way,” Ellen said, her tone affectionate.
Dean glanced up, his eyebrow raised in a silent question.
“On Devon Four. You and Cas - you seem to make a good team,” her eyes were knowing. “Master Rufus Turner, and Master Lol’pog spoke very highly of you two.” She cocked her head. “Between you pulling off that rescue, and Cas getting that treaty signed - you’re like two sides of the same coin - you balance each other out.”
Dean swallowed. “Uh, thanks.”
She nodded, and moved to leave.
“Master,” he said, and she settled back down.
“You and Bobby - did you two make a good team as well?” he managed to hide his smile behind another bite of pie.
She stared him down; he looked away first.
Ellen laughed. “I suppose we did.”
Dean smiled. “I liked him; couldn’t have pulled it off without his help.”
“He’s a good man.” There was a longing, mixed with sadness in her words.
Dean really hated the Jedi Code sometimes - and it seemed he might not be the only one who struggled with it.
*****
Dean found Cas and Anna in the lightsaber construction chamber. It was located in the top-level of the southwest quarter of the Jedi Temple. He walked down the long hall, made of deep, blue stone. Tall, statues of ancient Jedi, lined the walls their palms outstretched each holding a slab of stone.
Orange glow, stones bathed the room, in soft light - he’d always liked it here.
Building his lightsaber had been a task Dean had actually wanted to learn.
Cas and Anna were atop one of the giant slabs, working on their new sabers.
Both of theirs had been lost in the explosion.
Jedi didn’t keep a lot of possessions, but the lightsaber was one tool they all valued.
Building these new ones, was a way for both Master and Padawan to move past their capture. Anna was focused on her task, but Cas had looked up the moment Dean had entered, as if he’d felt him. He was watching his approach up the steps that led to where they were working.
Dean stared back, a warm smile on his lips.
Cas gave him a smile, very Cas-like smile in return, and patted the spot next to him.
Dean plopped down, sitting cross-legged, imitating Cas. Their knees pressed together, and warmth radiated out from that spot.
Neither of them made any attempt to remove the contact.
Cas’s saber rested in his lap, he had finished, and now seemed content to watch over Anna.
“How’s it going?” Dean whispered, not wanting to disturb Anna.
Cas’s expression was calm and relaxed, all his bruises had faded. He blinked a few times, tilted his head towards Dean, and replied quietly, “Quite well, I think.”
Anna looked up. “Hi Master Winchester.”
Technically he wasn’t a Master, but it was customary for Padawan’s to address a Jedi Knight in that fashion. Dean wasn’t completely comfortable with it, but he smiled anyway.
“Hey kid.” He reached out and ruffled her red mop of hair. “That saber’s looking good.”
He expected Cas to give him one of his ‘that’s not appropriate behavior’ glares, but when Dean glanced back Cas’s way, his friend was watching him with gentle, quiet, affectionate eyes.
“Yes, it is,” his gaze shifted back to his Padawan. “She’s doing a wonderful job.”
Anna lit up; he swore she was practically glowing. “Thank you, Master.”
Cas gave her a slight bow.
Dean sat in silence, watching her work some more, his shoulder bumping Cas’s off and on, just enjoying the company.
Cas seemed content as well - it was nice to escape the chaos life could bring every now and then.
Anna glanced up from her work.
“What color focusing crystal did you go with?” Dean asked as he stretched his arms over his head, and cracked his neck.
“Purple,” she replied, holding one up to show Dean.
“Nice. Me and your Master are going to have to watch out - before long you‘ll be putting us to shame with your skills.”
She gave him a dubious glance, but smiled again before getting back to work.
Cas was staring at him fondly again.
“I saw you meditating the other day,” Cas breathed.
Dean shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’m glad.”
Dean bumped Cas with his elbow. “Why didn’t you come say hi,” he teased.
“You seemed so peaceful - and unlike some other Jedi I know, I don’t make a habit out of interrupting someone’s meditation.”
Dean snorted. “Yeah, some people are just so rude.”
Cas nudged him back. “Indeed.”
*****
Dean had sat with Cas and Anna for most of the day. Normally, that wouldn’t have been his idea of fun, but today it had been nice.
Maybe because if things had gone differently, he would have lost them.
Anna had finished construction of her lightsaber, and it had worked perfectly.
Cas had gotten that look of pride again - before sending her to her chambers in the temple.
As they walked towards the exit, Dean nonchalantly said, “I met with Ellen today.”
Cas’s eyebrows shot up. “Talk about anything interesting?”
“Yeah, how about you join me for a bite to eat and I’ll fill you in.”
They walked down the massive steps towards the street level.
Cas hesitated, then said, “I could do that.”
Dean slapped him lightly on the back. “Good.”
Cas shook his head, but his lips twitched. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Dean winked, and grinned as Cas sighed, but didn’t argue.
******
Dean watched Cas examine his surroundings, his muscles were relaxed, his eyes calm.
He had the feeling Cas liked it here.
Kinsa set down a slice for each of them, and Cas nodded at her in thanks.
She smiled warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you Master Castiel; Dean has spoken very highly of you.” Her eyes were sparkling.
Cas seemed surprised, his blue orbs widened, and he sat up straighter. “Oh, well, thank you.”
Dean grumbled something about her needing to mind her own damn business. She swatted him on the head before patting Cas’s shoulder, and walking away.
Cas was watching him, but he said nothing.
“Try some,” Dean urged him, as he bit into his third piece for the day.
Cas blinked, dug his fork into it taking a small amount, and sniffed it.
Dean rolled his eyes.
After a moment of careful study, he took a bite; rolled it around in his mouth, and then smiled.
“Good isn’t it.” Dean surmised.
“Very.”
Cas ate another piece. “How did you find this place?”
Dean grinned. “Easy. I live here.”
Cas’s eyes widened, and his fork froze halfway to his mouth.
“There’s a little room above the diner. Holds my bed, clothes, and there’s even a shower in the corner. Kinsa gave it to me.”
Cas put his fork down; his eyes flickered with something akin to hurt. “That was nice of her - you two must be…close,” he was staring down at his hands.
Dean blinked, then laughed. “By the force Cas. We’re just friends. I did her a solid; rescued her little girl a few years ago. That’s all.”
Cas looked up; his cheeks redder than normal.
It was adorable, and unexpected.
“Oh, well, that was good of you,” he dived into his pie, and suddenly found the window very fascinating.
Dean watched Cas, wishing he could read his friends mind.
“You’re amazing with Anna,” Dean tried, as Cas avoided his gaze.
Cas‘s eyes shifted back towards Dean; his posture more relaxed now that they were on more familiar ground.
“So are you.”
“Nah. I hate kids.”
Cas smiled softly at that. “Liar.”
“So how’s she doing?” Dean asked.
Cas set his fork down, and rested his arms on the table. “She’s getting there. Last night she had a nightmare about being back in that cell,” Cas quietly added.
Dean grimaced. “Anything I can do?”
“I don‘t think so,” he smiled sadly, “ but thank you.”
Dean nudged his foot under the table, and smiled at the Jedi Master.
Cas returned the gesture. “You said you spoke with Ellen.”
Dean nodded and began filling Cas in on all the highlights of their conversation earlier.
Cas pretty much agreed with Ellen; they had to exercise patience.
*****
It was getting late, and Dean knew Cas would have to leave soon.
The place was all but empty, and Kinsa was in the back cleaning up.
“I’m glad you came.” Dean laced his hands behind his head, and fought a yawn.
Cas looked up at him; his expression one of warmth and conflict all wrapped in one. “So am I,” he breathed, his fingers tapping on the table in a nervous gesture.
Dean reached across, and did something he’d been wanting to all day.
He touched Cas.
Not just a brush of skin, or bumping of knees, he wanted real contact.
He laid his hands over top of the Jedi Masters, and stilled them. Dean caressed Cas’s knuckles, gently brushing his thumbs over them.
Cas swallowed, sighed, and interlaced their fingers. “I should go,” he whispered, his eyes on their entwined hands. “I’m meeting Anna early tomorrow.”
“Cas,” Dean murmured, his tone soothing, while his body thrummed with nerves. “You don’t have to go.”
Cas closed his eyes; he could feel Cas’s longing swirling around them, it matched his own.
But he knew before Cas opened his eyes, and his face transformed into that damned unreadable mask of perfect emotional control, that he wouldn’t stay.
Not tonight.
Maybe not ever, a little voice whispered in the back of his mind.
Dean felt his guts twists, and he felt a headache coming on.
He really hated that mask.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” he whispered, then pulled his hands away and stood.
Dean wanted to scream at him, and he wanted to kiss him.
The man was so frustrating.
Dean met Cas’s controlled stare and he didn’t do either. He just nodded, and said casually. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cas’s eyelids fluttered, and he ran a hand through his hair. “Tomorrow.”
Dean watched him walk away.
Cas didn’t look back.
He didn’t even slow down.
Dean heard the door close - he sat there staring at it for moment.
Eventually he got up, and retreated to his very empty room.
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Title: Mixed Signals
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
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 has a talk with Master Harvelle, then pays a visit to check up on Cas and Anna at the temple.
Word Count: 2,483
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Jedi Knight Winchester was sitting at his usual corner booth at Kinsa’s Diner. The female Twi’lek who owned it was a good friend of his - she was blue skinned- full of spunk, and one hell of a cook. He had lived in the small, but comfy room above the restaurant for awhile now.
He woke up to the smell of meat frying, and pie baking on an almost daily basis.
It was perfect.
Kinsa ’teksa herself brought him a plate with two generous portions of pie - she knew him well.
“Anything else?” her long tentacles, hung down her back, as she offered him a kind smile.
“Nope, I’m good.”
“I heard things might have gotten a bit rough for you and your friend on Devon Four.” Her dark eyes, softened. “You okay?”
Ever since he’d saved her daughter a few years back, she’d taken to looking after him. Her mothering instincts showed more often than not.
Dean nodded. “Yeah. Things could have gone a lot worse.”
She bowed her head slightly, touched his arm, then moved onto another table, taking their order.
He, Cas, and Anna had left Devon Four, and had been back at the temple for a few days. After another debrief with the council, Dean had spent a lot of alone time with his bed catching up on some much needed rest.
Cas’s injuries were healed, and Anna was smiling more often again.
Things were getting back to normal.
Except there was still a very good possibility that there was a traitor among them that had almost gotten Cas and Anna killed.
This was a problem for Dean. Now that the crisis had passed, and he’d had time to reflect - he wanted to find this scum, and spend some quality alone time with them.
He dove into his pie with reckless abandon while he waited for Master Harvelle. He’d told her he needed to talk, outside of the temple. They’d arranged to meet this afternoon.
Dean groaned; that pie was so good it should have been illegal.
He was on his second piece when Ellen walked in, her long robes flowing behind her.
She spotted him, and sat down in the booth across from him.
He smiled at her, and took another bite. She rolled her eyes, and smirked.
He swallowed, then pushed the plate aside.
“You said you needed to talk?” Ellen’s gaze was curious, as she watched his face.
“Yeah, and I don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say.”
Ellen laughed. “As if that’s anything new.”
*****
Dean watched Ellen’s face as he finished filling in all the pieces of the story he and Cas had left out of their initial report.
Her face was unreadable as she reflected for a moment.
“Damn,” she muttered, as she pressed her palms onto the table.
Dean’s eyes widened - she wasn’t telling him this was impossible, she wasn’t dismissive - now he really was worried. “Care to elaborate?”
She sighed. “I’ve suspected this might be the case.”
Dean’s mouth almost hit the table as he gaped at her. “What?”
She lowered her voice, and leaned across the table. “There have been smaller leaks here and there. Nothing concrete, but enough to make me wonder.” She glanced around, her eyes tight. “And, I, as well as several other Master’s have felt something…a disturbance in the force.”
“Disturbance?” Dean pressed, his heart clenching.
“It isn’t clear, but some believe that we may have an enemy that is harnessing the dark side of the force - and whoever it is - they are strong, Dean.”
Dean knew he was still gaping. “Are you telling me we may have an actual Sith walking our halls?”
Ellen pursed her lips. “We don’t know Dean. We just know there’s change coming.”
Dean buried his face in his hands. “What do we do?”
She shrugged. “We be patient, we watch, we take precautions, and we don’t let them know we’re onto them.” She leaned back. “Until we know more, there’s nothing we can do, Dean. If they make a mistake, we’ll be waiting.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “You said they.”
“Yes. I did.”
Dean felt sick. “There’s always two.”
Ellen nodded. “If we’re dealing with what I think we are - there will be a Master and an apprentice.”
Dean nodded, hating that he couldn’t do more, but knowing Ellen was right. They had to exercise patience, a skill he was being forced to utilize more often lately.
Dean went back to eating his pie, while Ellen studied him.
“You did good by the way,” Ellen said, her tone affectionate.
Dean glanced up, his eyebrow raised in a silent question.
“On Devon Four. You and Cas - you seem to make a good team,” her eyes were knowing. “Master Rufus Turner, and Master Lol’pog spoke very highly of you two.” She cocked her head. “Between you pulling off that rescue, and Cas getting that treaty signed - you’re like two sides of the same coin - you balance each other out.”
Dean swallowed. “Uh, thanks.”
She nodded, and moved to leave.
“Master,” he said, and she settled back down.
“You and Bobby - did you two make a good team as well?” he managed to hide his smile behind another bite of pie.
She stared him down; he looked away first.
Ellen laughed. “I suppose we did.”
Dean smiled. “I liked him; couldn’t have pulled it off without his help.”
“He’s a good man.” There was a longing, mixed with sadness in her words.
Dean really hated the Jedi Code sometimes - and it seemed he might not be the only one who struggled with it.
*****
Dean found Cas and Anna in the lightsaber construction chamber. It was located in the top-level of the southwest quarter of the Jedi Temple. He walked down the long hall, made of deep, blue stone. Tall, statues of ancient Jedi, lined the walls their palms outstretched each holding a slab of stone.
Orange glow, stones bathed the room, in soft light - he’d always liked it here.
Building his lightsaber had been a task Dean had actually wanted to learn.
Cas and Anna were atop one of the giant slabs, working on their new sabers.
Both of theirs had been lost in the explosion.
Jedi didn’t keep a lot of possessions, but the lightsaber was one tool they all valued.
Building these new ones, was a way for both Master and Padawan to move past their capture. Anna was focused on her task, but Cas had looked up the moment Dean had entered, as if he’d felt him. He was watching his approach up the steps that led to where they were working.
Dean stared back, a warm smile on his lips.
Cas gave him a smile, very Cas-like smile in return, and patted the spot next to him.
Dean plopped down, sitting cross-legged, imitating Cas. Their knees pressed together, and warmth radiated out from that spot.
Neither of them made any attempt to remove the contact.
Cas’s saber rested in his lap, he had finished, and now seemed content to watch over Anna.
“How’s it going?” Dean whispered, not wanting to disturb Anna.
Cas’s expression was calm and relaxed, all his bruises had faded. He blinked a few times, tilted his head towards Dean, and replied quietly, “Quite well, I think.”
Anna looked up. “Hi Master Winchester.”
Technically he wasn’t a Master, but it was customary for Padawan’s to address a Jedi Knight in that fashion. Dean wasn’t completely comfortable with it, but he smiled anyway.
“Hey kid.” He reached out and ruffled her red mop of hair. “That saber’s looking good.”
He expected Cas to give him one of his ‘that’s not appropriate behavior’ glares, but when Dean glanced back Cas’s way, his friend was watching him with gentle, quiet, affectionate eyes.
“Yes, it is,” his gaze shifted back to his Padawan. “She’s doing a wonderful job.”
Anna lit up; he swore she was practically glowing. “Thank you, Master.”
Cas gave her a slight bow.
Dean sat in silence, watching her work some more, his shoulder bumping Cas’s off and on, just enjoying the company.
Cas seemed content as well - it was nice to escape the chaos life could bring every now and then.
Anna glanced up from her work.
“What color focusing crystal did you go with?” Dean asked as he stretched his arms over his head, and cracked his neck.
“Purple,” she replied, holding one up to show Dean.
“Nice. Me and your Master are going to have to watch out - before long you‘ll be putting us to shame with your skills.”
She gave him a dubious glance, but smiled again before getting back to work.
Cas was staring at him fondly again.
“I saw you meditating the other day,” Cas breathed.
Dean shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’m glad.”
Dean bumped Cas with his elbow. “Why didn’t you come say hi,” he teased.
“You seemed so peaceful - and unlike some other Jedi I know, I don’t make a habit out of interrupting someone’s meditation.”
Dean snorted. “Yeah, some people are just so rude.”
Cas nudged him back. “Indeed.”
*****
Dean had sat with Cas and Anna for most of the day. Normally, that wouldn’t have been his idea of fun, but today it had been nice.
Maybe because if things had gone differently, he would have lost them.
Anna had finished construction of her lightsaber, and it had worked perfectly.
Cas had gotten that look of pride again - before sending her to her chambers in the temple.
As they walked towards the exit, Dean nonchalantly said, “I met with Ellen today.”
Cas’s eyebrows shot up. “Talk about anything interesting?”
“Yeah, how about you join me for a bite to eat and I’ll fill you in.”
They walked down the massive steps towards the street level.
Cas hesitated, then said, “I could do that.”
Dean slapped him lightly on the back. “Good.”
Cas shook his head, but his lips twitched. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Dean winked, and grinned as Cas sighed, but didn’t argue.
******
Dean watched Cas examine his surroundings, his muscles were relaxed, his eyes calm.
He had the feeling Cas liked it here.
Kinsa set down a slice for each of them, and Cas nodded at her in thanks.
She smiled warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you Master Castiel; Dean has spoken very highly of you.” Her eyes were sparkling.
Cas seemed surprised, his blue orbs widened, and he sat up straighter. “Oh, well, thank you.”
Dean grumbled something about her needing to mind her own damn business. She swatted him on the head before patting Cas’s shoulder, and walking away.
Cas was watching him, but he said nothing.
“Try some,” Dean urged him, as he bit into his third piece for the day.
Cas blinked, dug his fork into it taking a small amount, and sniffed it.
Dean rolled his eyes.
After a moment of careful study, he took a bite; rolled it around in his mouth, and then smiled.
“Good isn’t it.” Dean surmised.
“Very.”
Cas ate another piece. “How did you find this place?”
Dean grinned. “Easy. I live here.”
Cas’s eyes widened, and his fork froze halfway to his mouth.
“There’s a little room above the diner. Holds my bed, clothes, and there’s even a shower in the corner. Kinsa gave it to me.”
Cas put his fork down; his eyes flickered with something akin to hurt. “That was nice of her - you two must be…close,” he was staring down at his hands.
Dean blinked, then laughed. “By the force Cas. We’re just friends. I did her a solid; rescued her little girl a few years ago. That’s all.”
Cas looked up; his cheeks redder than normal.
It was adorable, and unexpected.
“Oh, well, that was good of you,” he dived into his pie, and suddenly found the window very fascinating.
Dean watched Cas, wishing he could read his friends mind.
“You’re amazing with Anna,” Dean tried, as Cas avoided his gaze.
Cas‘s eyes shifted back towards Dean; his posture more relaxed now that they were on more familiar ground.
“So are you.”
“Nah. I hate kids.”
Cas smiled softly at that. “Liar.”
“So how’s she doing?” Dean asked.
Cas set his fork down, and rested his arms on the table. “She’s getting there. Last night she had a nightmare about being back in that cell,” Cas quietly added.
Dean grimaced. “Anything I can do?”
“I don‘t think so,” he smiled sadly, “ but thank you.”
Dean nudged his foot under the table, and smiled at the Jedi Master.
Cas returned the gesture. “You said you spoke with Ellen.”
Dean nodded and began filling Cas in on all the highlights of their conversation earlier.
Cas pretty much agreed with Ellen; they had to exercise patience.
*****
It was getting late, and Dean knew Cas would have to leave soon.
The place was all but empty, and Kinsa was in the back cleaning up.
“I’m glad you came.” Dean laced his hands behind his head, and fought a yawn.
Cas looked up at him; his expression one of warmth and conflict all wrapped in one. “So am I,” he breathed, his fingers tapping on the table in a nervous gesture.
Dean reached across, and did something he’d been wanting to all day.
He touched Cas.
Not just a brush of skin, or bumping of knees, he wanted real contact.
He laid his hands over top of the Jedi Masters, and stilled them. Dean caressed Cas’s knuckles, gently brushing his thumbs over them.
Cas swallowed, sighed, and interlaced their fingers. “I should go,” he whispered, his eyes on their entwined hands. “I’m meeting Anna early tomorrow.”
“Cas,” Dean murmured, his tone soothing, while his body thrummed with nerves. “You don’t have to go.”
Cas closed his eyes; he could feel Cas’s longing swirling around them, it matched his own.
But he knew before Cas opened his eyes, and his face transformed into that damned unreadable mask of perfect emotional control, that he wouldn’t stay.
Not tonight.
Maybe not ever, a little voice whispered in the back of his mind.
Dean felt his guts twists, and he felt a headache coming on.
He really hated that mask.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” he whispered, then pulled his hands away and stood.
Dean wanted to scream at him, and he wanted to kiss him.
The man was so frustrating.
Dean met Cas’s controlled stare and he didn’t do either. He just nodded, and said casually. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cas’s eyelids fluttered, and he ran a hand through his hair. “Tomorrow.”
Dean watched him walk away.
Cas didn’t look back.
He didn’t even slow down.
Dean heard the door close - he sat there staring at it for moment.
Eventually he got up, and retreated to his very empty room.
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