Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Separatist Movement [2/2]
Title: Separatist Movement (2/2)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: mentions of torture, abuse, death
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 and Cas are sent to investigate a lead that may take them one step closer to finding the Separatist's.
Word Count: 4,355
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Castiel clawed against the darkness that had swallowed him up. His head felt as if a fog had settled around it, and his mouth was parched. It took several attempts to raise his eyelids; the light had him flinching. He closed his burning eyes momentarily, and used his other senses.
He could smell traces of food; and there was no breeze. He was most likely indoors. There was the soft sound of someone breathing nearby; he was not alone. His back was against something firm, and he was sitting up, his hands tied behind his back.
A chair, he was tied to a chair.
He couldn’t move his ankles either, they were also secured.
Someone had wanted to make sure he was completely immobile.
Cas steeled himself, and tried his eyes again.
It still stung, but he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted, and his head pounded.
The side effects of whatever had been in that drink Sam had served them.
After several minutes he was able to tolerate the ambient light, and he slowly moved his head, and studied the small room.
His vision wavered slightly as his body struggled to focus with the drug still lingering in his system.
He was seated in the middle of a perfectly square room, lined with shelves, containing bottles of liquor, and various food seasonings. A door rested directly in front of him. His gaze shifted to the right and he felt relief wash over him as he noticed Dean several feet away, also tied to a metal chair.
It took several attempts for him to speak, and it came out more of a croak. “Dean.”
No response.
He tried again, and managed to raise his voice a smidge. “Dean, can you here me?”
Cas almost laughed, as Dean’s head jerked, and he blurted a hoarse, “Sith-spawn. What did I do last night?”
Dean hissed as his eyes opened; Cas sympathized.
“Give it a moment, it’ll pass.” Cas tried for reassuring, but he still sounded as if his throat had been lacerated by a cheese grater.
Dean shook his head a few times, then scanned the room. “That son-of- a-hutt. He drugged us.”
“I would have to agree.” Cas cleared his throat, and wiggled his wrists.
“I’m so gonna kick that giant’s ass.”
Cas cocked an eyebrow at Dean’s insult.
Dean smirked. “What? He was freakishly tall.”
Cas sighed. “Let’s just focus on getting out of here first. Then you’ll be free to kick his ass.”
Dean grinned despite it all. “I like the way you think, babe.”
Cas couldn’t stop himself from smiling, as he maneuvered his wrist’s, trying to find a weak point. Whomever had tied him up, had known what they were doing.
This was going to prove to be problematic.
The door opened, and Cas’s gaze shot back in front of him, as Sam Wesson entered, his expression unreadable. He was wearing black pants, and a cream colored shirt. His gaze drifted over Cas and Dean, then he grabbed a third chair. Set in down in front of them, and sat.
“Well, if it isn’t the asshole of the hour himself,” Dean snapped.
Cas stayed quiet, and observed the young man’s face, and body language. He was trying to hide it, but he was nervous, and Cas would have sworn he saw a flicker of regret in his eyes.
The fact that they were alive, and despite the lingering effects of whatever they had been drugged with, unharmed, were all good signs.
Sam obviously wanted to talk.
“Why did you do this to us, Sam?” Cas tried, his tone calm.
Sam’s eyes shifted to Cas, and the Jedi waited.
“It was necessary.” Regret again.
“My ass,” Dean growled. “You’re one of those separatist sith-spawn that tried to murder me!”
Cas’s eyes never left Sam’s, so he saw it when Dean’s words hit the younger man, and anger flashed. Along with something Cas couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“You have no idea what you're talking about,” Sam spat.
Cas knew Dean was just getting started so he calmly said. “Then we’ll listen while you explain.”
Dean glanced at Cas; Cas nodded once. Dean exhaled, and fell silent, choosing to trust his partner.
Sam rubbed a hand over his face, and sighed. “I have it on good authority that despite you both being Jedi,“ a hitch in Sam’s tone made Castiel wonder if he had a history with the Jedi. There was a bitterness there, or perhaps an old pain.
Sam’s brow furrowed and he paused momentarily before continuing with, “and servants of the republic, that I can trust you. That you two might be willing to listen to reason,” his glare fell on Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet. Cas was impressed, his meditation did seem to be helping.
“Yes. I am a member of the Separatist‘s,” he held a hand up, “but we are not who you think we are.”
Cas studied him; he was good at telling when someone was lying, and despite Sam deceiving them at the bar, his instincts kept telling him to trust this man. He nodded, once, his eyes gentle, encouraging him to continue.
Sam seemed relieved as he pressed on. “We did not attack your vessel,” he gestured towards Dean. “Someone, claiming to be a member of us took credit for that.”
Dean scoffed.
“It’s true, “ Sam stated solemnly. “You’ve seen it before, on Devon Four.”
Cas tilted his head, something in Sam’s tone of voice caught his attention.
“What do you know about that?” Dean asked, his tone artic.
“Who do you think gave Bobby his intelligence on where to find your friend here?”
Cas swallowed, and glanced at Dean.
Dean pursed his lips, and shifted in his seat. “Are you saying that was you?”
“Yeah. I am.” Sam replied, his tone deadly serious. “We have people there - they found out Master Castiel was in trouble, and they passed on the knowledge.”
“Bobby Singer is one of you,” Cas surmised. “He’s the one who vouched for us.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s say we believe any of this,” Dean said, his expression still chilly. “Why drug us?”
Sam sighed. “I had to get you to listen, and the moment I mentioned I was a separatist I figured you wouldn’t be in the mood to talk. This way I could get your undivided attention.”
Cas trusted Bobby, and he knew Dean did as well, but Bobby wasn‘t here. And this could all be a lie. He needed more information. “Why would someone frame you?”
Sam took a deep breath. “Because, we know things certain people in power don’t want getting out. They are trying to turn us into terrorists, tarnish our reputation. They want us destroyed before we get to close, and they needed everyone on board with hunting us down. Especially the Jedi.”
Cas felt a twinge of sickness creep into his veins. “Are you saying you didn’t attack the Chancellor’s ship carrying medical supplies?”
Sam’s eyes flashed. “We did attack that ship. But it wasn’t carrying medical supplies.”
That sickness doubled. His instincts were blaring, and he could feel Dean tensing, feel Dean’s own senses in turmoil.
“It was full of weapons that are being used to kill my people,” Sam hissed, anger, and pain leaking into his words. “And most likely, they eventually would have been used against you as well.”
Dean was straining against his bonds. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Someone in your precious Republic has been reaching out to form alliances with bounty hunters, mercenaries, and thieves.”
Dean laughed darkly. “And this mystery someone, they are out to get your band of rebels because you caught onto their plan for galactic domination.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed.
Cas said nothing as his brain whirled a mile a minute.
“All we wanted was a life that wasn’t underneath the Republic’s boot. I don’t trust any group with that much power. We weren’t asking for handouts; we made our own way, grew our own food, and took care of each other.” Sam leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. “This mistrust led us to look into the senate, into its members. We followed vague leads and rumors that led us to realize we had more reason to be wary of the Republic than we’d realized. The problem was we couldn’t get anything concrete; he covered his tracks to well. Anytime we‘d get too close, the information would vanish, or a person would vanish. He was always two steps ahead of us”
“I’ll say this again,” Dean pushed, “what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Senate is dirty on levels you cannot imagine.” Sam stood up, his voice got louder. “I’m talking about the fact that once he realized we were onto him one of our colonies went silent.” Sam was shaking now. “I went to investigate. I found them all dead. Women, children, no one was left alive.”
Sam closed his eyes a moment, composing himself.
Cas sympathized, he too was haunted by images he would never be able to fully shake.
“Sam,” Cas whispered, his body vibrating with tension, with the realization of what this would mean. “What do you believe he is doing?”
Sam exhaled, and took a deep breath. “I think he’s building an army. Amassing weapons, people, and placing those he trusts into positions of power. I’d bet a chunk of credits that’s what he was trying to do on Devon four with Azazel.”
Cas sat there. Normally, he would have dismissed all of this as the ramblings of a crazy person. But Sam didn’t seem crazy. And the young man clearly believed what he was saying. The scariest part of all of this was how it made sense; how it lined up with what he and Dean had stumbled across.
A traitor within.
Someone trusted.
Someone in power.
Someone who would have had access to top-secret information.
Dean had overheard Azazel talking about someone feeding them information, someone who would want a favor once Azazel’s position of power had been secured.
Cas turned his head towards Dean, and Dean’s eyes were haunted. He knew he had come to the same, terrifying conclusion.
The traitor could be Dick Roman. But why, and for what purpose? What would his endgame be? And was he working alone?
Sam was watching them both closely, judging their reactions.
“Do you have evidence of any of this?” Cas asked sincerely.
Sam appeared stricken. “No. Any one who came forward with information ended up dead. Any lead we followed would vanish in the end. The son of a bitch is good at what he does.”
Cas swallowed. “If you want us to trust you, you have to trust us. Let us go. I give you my word, I will listen, and I will not harm you.”
“What about you?” Sam eyed Dean.
Dean grumbled, but nodded. “You have my word as well.” He grinned. “Unless you try something, then, I’ll end you.”
Sam sighed. “Glad we cleared that up.”
*****
“Are we seriously entertaining the theory that Dick Roman is a Sith now?”
Castiel wanted to slam his head against the wall for awhile, instead he drew on his well of patience, and exhaled slowly. “I honestly don’t know what to think right now, Dean.”
“I hate this,” Dean spat.
A few hours had passed since Sam had cut them loose, and allowed them to contact Bobby.
They’d gotten a room nearby in a local motel. It was small, but had all the equipment they’d needed.
Castiel had, had a long conversation via encrypted channels with Bobby singer. He had verified everything Sam had said, and even added a few tidbits.
He had spoken with several men and woman who had overhead things they shouldn’t have, and ended up dead. Rumors about a secret army, ships being built, soldiers being trained.
And Ellen had personally vouched for Bobby’s trustworthiness - Cas had no reason to doubt his sincerity. Not to mention, that the information the separatist’s had provided the older man with had saved his and Anna’s life.
He had no doubt without this so called ‘terrorists group’s' help, he would be dead right now.
Why would a group that was claiming responsibility for killing innocents, and blowing up ships carrying medical supplies care about saving his or Anna’s life? It didn’t make sense, unless Sam was telling the truth, and they were being framed.
He’d also done a little digging of his own, and discovered a disturbing trend.
Other instances similar to Devon Four, but in these cases things hadn’t turned out so well. Good men, and woman, who had spoken out against the Chancellors policies had been pushed from their positions and replaced with someone who was incredibly loyal to the man.
It had all been 'above board’ but it still stunk to the Jedi Master.
“As do I, Dean.” Cas reached out, his fingers squeezing Deans. “And it’s worse than that.”
Dean stared up at the ceiling, his expression tense. “There’s always two,” he murmured.
“Yes. The reports I gave to the council during my time on Devon Four, the Chancellor was never involved.”
“This is priceless.” Dean pulled his hands away and stood up, pacing around the small room. “So not only is the Supreme Chancellor dirty, he’s in league with at least one member of the freaking Jedi Council.”
Cas could feel Dean’s frustration, rage, and fear churning in the air. His outrage over the betrayals from within.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, standing as well. “We knew it had to be someone with power, and access. We just didn’t realize how high up it went.”
Dean stopped pacing, and faced Cas. “What do we do with this? Nothing’s concrete; it’s all speculation, and hunches, and testimony from the now deceased.”
“We find out the truth. We take this to those we trust, and we get the evidence.” Cas gripped his shoulders. “This is too big to just ignore. Even if they are wrong, we can’t take that chance. The fate of too many lives is in the balance.”
Dean inhaled, and took calming breaths.
Cas felt pride as he watched his fellow Jedi take control over his emotions, and reign them in.
“We can figure this out.” Cas said to reassure himself as much as Dean.
*****
They met Sam later that night, at the Roadhouse.
He apparently had the authority to deal with them - but he wasn’t forthcoming about any other members, or how large they were. Cas understood that, they already knew about him, and Bobby. Sam was protecting the rest of his group - Cas probably would have done the same in his shoes. If they betrayed him - they only knew about two out of hundred’s, possibly thousands of people.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends now,” Dean stated, his tone matter of fact, as he stared Sam down from across the bar. “Or that I trust you.”
“I get that.” Sam seemed more than a little relieved. “I’m just glad you’re taking this seriously.”
“We don’t have a choice,” Cas said firmly. “Even the possibility of what you suggested cannot be ignored.”
Sam nodded. “Thank you. I can’t shake this feeling that this is going to get ugly. It’s nice to finally meet a Jedi who doesn’t believe just because their wearing that robe,” he gestured towards their attire, “or are in a seat of power that they are infallible.”
Cas stiffened at the veiled insult. “Most of us don‘t think like that. We know we are not perfect.”
Sam smacked his lips together. “No offense, but my own brother was taken from my mother‘s arms by the Jedi while she begged them not to - she was told it was an honor, and they couldn‘t even begin to understand how she couldn‘t agree with their way of thinking.” Sam took a drink of an amber colored, liquid. “I never met him, wasn‘t born yet, but she talked about him all the time. Wanted me to know that he existed. I think it made her feel as if she were still connected to him some how. I listened to her cry every night, so don‘t tell me most Jedi don‘t think their stance is more important than the everyday person.”
Cas felt nauseated. Jedi didn’t steal children. Force-Sensitive children were taken at a very young age. It was discussed with the parents, and if they agreed - the child was brought to the temple.
But if his mother truly had said no - whomever this Jedi was had, had no right to take her child. That was a horrifying thought. He hoped Sam’s mother had simply regretted her choice later, and had told her son these things out of pain or guilt. Not because it was true.
The more he dug into this mess, the more murky things became.
He didn’t like the picture that was being painted of the people who had been the only family he had had ever known.
Not that he was naïve, he knew they were flawed. No one was perfect. There had been several Jedi, whom had made him feel like an outsider when he’d been readjusting, it had stung.
He thought about Dean, Anna, and Ellen. He knew the order was full of caring, amazing people as well, he held onto that thought as he whispered, “I’m sorry for the pain she feels.”
Sam shook his head. “She’s dead. So is my father, it’s just me.” His eyes were bitter, and he swallowed another drink. “This group is the only family I have left.”
Dean cleared his throat. “Look, man, that sucks. You’ve had a hard life, but we’re not all dicks.”
Cas almost smiled at Dean’s attempt at kindness. It was adorable.
Sam did smile. “Yeah. I’m starting to see that.”
Cas offered his hand.
Sam stared at it for a moment, before taking it. “Thank you for trusting us; we’ll be in touch.”
Sam watched him quietly, then nodded, a tentative, but honest trust in his eyes.
He watched Dean and Sam shake hands, and share reluctant, and very similar smiles.
Cas absently realized that’s why Sam had seemed familiar to him. He and Dean didn’t look alike really, but something in the way their eyes crinkled, and the way they smiled.
Cas shook his head, and almost laughed at himself. He really was pathetic; he was seeing his lover’s traits in other people.
He must ‘have it bad’ for Dean.
*****
He and Dean walked out of the Roadhouse; Cas’s head was buzzing with all the possibilities for how things could go wrong. He really needed to meditate.
He almost took Dean’s hand, feeling the need to be close, to have something real, to hold onto with so much up in question.
But he didn’t.
They were in public; anyone could see them. They might not have been at the temple, or anywhere near Coruscant, but that didn’t mean two Jedi could be seen holding hands. It wasn’t exactly a secret that they were to avoid attachments.
It hurt to have to hide this, more than he’d realized it would.
And now that they planned to have a secret investigation against the Supreme Chancellor they would have to be even more careful to avoid attracting attention.
They entered their room, they’d have to book passage back to Coruscant tomorrow.
As soon as the door closed, Cas felt warm arms encircle him, pulling him close. As if Dean somehow knew he needed to be held.
Cas felt a warmth envelope his heart, and he leaned back against Dean, clinging to his arms.
“I know this sucks the big one, babe. But we’re beyond awesome; we’ll tackle this problem just like we have everything else life has thrown at us.”
Cas swallowed, turning, while still staying within Dean’s arms so they were facing each other. He rested his cheek against Deans. “I know, I’m just…,” he lifted his head, and melted his lips against Dean‘s, craving more contact.
He didn’t want to think about this nightmare; he just wanted Dean.
Dean seemed momentarily surprised, but then he pulled Cas in closer and sucked on his bottom lip. Cas moaned, he loved when Dean did that.
Judging by the smile on Dean‘s lips, he knew it.
“That‘s what I like to hear,” Dean growled, his hands wandering, teasing the top of his pants. “You know - we don’t have to leave until tomorrow.”
Cas made a noise of approval, as Dean’s hand slid beneath his waist line, his fingers stroked slowly over his sex.
“I want you,” Dean whispered, his tone an intoxicating mix of predator and lover. “I’ve wanted you all day. I hate that I can’t really touch you out there.”
Cas shuddered, caught off guard by Dean’s candor. And by how his words were an echo of Cas’s own thought’s and desires that he was too shy to voice himself.
“I hate it too,” Cas whispered as his own fingers pulled at Dean’s shirt, yanking it over his head. Then he was all over Dean, seeking skin as if he were starved for it. His mouth sucking on Dean’s now hard nipples, his hand savoring the feel of Dean’s warm skin, flat stomach.
Dean groaned . “Damn, Cas.”
Cas felt his drawstring being undone, and he felt his pants fall to floor.
Dean kissed him greedily, their teeth knocked a few times, and he loved the sound of Dean’s deep breathing. He felt the other man’s hardness brush against his thigh, and he groaned, and licked hungrily into Dean’s open mouth.
Suddenly Dean’s lips were gone. Cas opened his eyes, and found Dean staring up at him from the floor. His green eyes, blown black, his bare chest rising and falling, and his smile full of promise.
He was kneeling, his hands gripped Cas’s hips, and Cas stiffened uncertain what was happening.
Dean gave him a reassuring smile, then ran his tongue along the underside of Cas’s member.
Cas shuddered, and gasped at the new sensation.
Dean was still smiling, his eyes stayed locked with Cas’s as he leaned in again, and took Cas into his mouth.
The Jedi Master’s knees almost buckled from the overload of pleasure coursing through him as Dean took him in deeper, his head moving in a steady, slow, pace.
His hands ended up in Dean’s hair as he groaned, his eyes still on Dean, as his cheeks hollowed out.
Dean’s hand gripped the base of his shaft, and he licked the tip of his penis, his tongue teasing, and tasting.
His eyes never left Cas’s.
“Oh, force, Dean,” he panted, as the Jedi sucked him again, faster, deeper.
He could feel his orgasm building, the heat boiled, and sparks of ecstasy caressed his flesh. His body shook, his fingers dug into Dean’s short hair.
Dean’s hands cupped his ass, as his head bobbed.
Cas was panting, and whimpering, not caring how desperate he sounded as he chanted Dean’s name.
Dean groaned as Cas’s hip’s bucked.
He wasn’t sure if Dean wanted him to finish in his mouth; he found himself babbling, “Dean, I can’t , I’m almos…,” his words got lost as Dean took in the entire length of him.
Dean’s eyes were lust filled, and knowing. Cas got the message, and let go.
He came into Dean’s mouth, and the man continued to suck him as he climaxed.
He watched Dean swallow it all down, then kiss a trail of gentle caresses up his thigh as Cas shuddered, and breathed deeply. Ripples of pleasure still vibrating through him.
“Dean,” he murmured huskily as the man stood, and kissed him tenderly. He could taste salty traces of himself in the other man’s mouth, he moaned, surprised by how much he enjoyed it.
“I take it you approved?” Dean teased, his eyes glinting, his own erection pressing firmly into Cas’s hip.
Cas groaned. “You could say that,” he whispered, his hand cupping Dean.
Dean hummed in approval; Cas nudged him towards the bed.
Dean laid down, and watched him, while Cas undid Dean’s pants, and pulled them down.
He slowly removed his own shirt, taking his time, as his nerves began to act up.
He wanted to return the favor, but he had no experience in that matter. He felt butterflies in his stomach, as he worried about what Dean would think if he wasn’t any good.
Dean must have noticed, because his expression turned gentle.
“Hey, Cas, come here.” He opened his arms and Cas didn’t hesitate to climb on top of him.
Dean held him, his hand running over his back. “You never have to do anything you aren’t ready for, okay?” His eyes were so tender, Cas felt like a fool for worrying.
Dean had more patience than he realized.
Cas’s anxiety vanished, and he nuzzled Dean.
“As long as I get your sexy, naked body all to myself I’m happy.” Dean flipped them over, his predatory smile back in full force.
Cas laughed, loving the way Dean’s hardness was pressing into his stomach. He felt his own dick twitch despite his recent release.
Dean shifted, locking their hips together, as he thrust against Cas’s rapidly hardening sex.
Cas was a wreck again in minutes, as he thrust upward against Dean.
He stared into Dean’s eyes, loving the intimacy of it, loving how Dean always stared back.
Dean was panting, his thrust’s became erratic, and Cas felt his hot, cum spurt out all over his stomach. That was all it took to send Cas to a place of pure white hot bliss for the second time that day.
Dean collapsed on top of him, not seeming to care about the sticky mess in between them.
Cas didn’t either. He ran his hand through Dean’s sweaty hair, and kissed his shoulder.
Dean lifted his head, kissed Cas’s nose, and gave Cas a big, goofy, adorable grin. “See. I’m happy.”
Cas laughed, and the horrible revelations of day didn’t seem nearly as insurmountable as before.
A/N: Why yes I am messing with the Star Wars canon a bit aren't I :) Hope that doesn't annoy anyone, but hey, this fic would be boring if you knew everything that was going to happen.
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved; how else will I know if anyone is enjoying this series :)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: mentions of torture, abuse, death
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 and Cas are sent to investigate a lead that may take them one step closer to finding the Separatist's.
Word Count: 4,355
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Castiel clawed against the darkness that had swallowed him up. His head felt as if a fog had settled around it, and his mouth was parched. It took several attempts to raise his eyelids; the light had him flinching. He closed his burning eyes momentarily, and used his other senses.
He could smell traces of food; and there was no breeze. He was most likely indoors. There was the soft sound of someone breathing nearby; he was not alone. His back was against something firm, and he was sitting up, his hands tied behind his back.
A chair, he was tied to a chair.
He couldn’t move his ankles either, they were also secured.
Someone had wanted to make sure he was completely immobile.
Cas steeled himself, and tried his eyes again.
It still stung, but he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted, and his head pounded.
The side effects of whatever had been in that drink Sam had served them.
After several minutes he was able to tolerate the ambient light, and he slowly moved his head, and studied the small room.
His vision wavered slightly as his body struggled to focus with the drug still lingering in his system.
He was seated in the middle of a perfectly square room, lined with shelves, containing bottles of liquor, and various food seasonings. A door rested directly in front of him. His gaze shifted to the right and he felt relief wash over him as he noticed Dean several feet away, also tied to a metal chair.
It took several attempts for him to speak, and it came out more of a croak. “Dean.”
No response.
He tried again, and managed to raise his voice a smidge. “Dean, can you here me?”
Cas almost laughed, as Dean’s head jerked, and he blurted a hoarse, “Sith-spawn. What did I do last night?”
Dean hissed as his eyes opened; Cas sympathized.
“Give it a moment, it’ll pass.” Cas tried for reassuring, but he still sounded as if his throat had been lacerated by a cheese grater.
Dean shook his head a few times, then scanned the room. “That son-of- a-hutt. He drugged us.”
“I would have to agree.” Cas cleared his throat, and wiggled his wrists.
“I’m so gonna kick that giant’s ass.”
Cas cocked an eyebrow at Dean’s insult.
Dean smirked. “What? He was freakishly tall.”
Cas sighed. “Let’s just focus on getting out of here first. Then you’ll be free to kick his ass.”
Dean grinned despite it all. “I like the way you think, babe.”
Cas couldn’t stop himself from smiling, as he maneuvered his wrist’s, trying to find a weak point. Whomever had tied him up, had known what they were doing.
This was going to prove to be problematic.
The door opened, and Cas’s gaze shot back in front of him, as Sam Wesson entered, his expression unreadable. He was wearing black pants, and a cream colored shirt. His gaze drifted over Cas and Dean, then he grabbed a third chair. Set in down in front of them, and sat.
“Well, if it isn’t the asshole of the hour himself,” Dean snapped.
Cas stayed quiet, and observed the young man’s face, and body language. He was trying to hide it, but he was nervous, and Cas would have sworn he saw a flicker of regret in his eyes.
The fact that they were alive, and despite the lingering effects of whatever they had been drugged with, unharmed, were all good signs.
Sam obviously wanted to talk.
“Why did you do this to us, Sam?” Cas tried, his tone calm.
Sam’s eyes shifted to Cas, and the Jedi waited.
“It was necessary.” Regret again.
“My ass,” Dean growled. “You’re one of those separatist sith-spawn that tried to murder me!”
Cas’s eyes never left Sam’s, so he saw it when Dean’s words hit the younger man, and anger flashed. Along with something Cas couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“You have no idea what you're talking about,” Sam spat.
Cas knew Dean was just getting started so he calmly said. “Then we’ll listen while you explain.”
Dean glanced at Cas; Cas nodded once. Dean exhaled, and fell silent, choosing to trust his partner.
Sam rubbed a hand over his face, and sighed. “I have it on good authority that despite you both being Jedi,“ a hitch in Sam’s tone made Castiel wonder if he had a history with the Jedi. There was a bitterness there, or perhaps an old pain.
Sam’s brow furrowed and he paused momentarily before continuing with, “and servants of the republic, that I can trust you. That you two might be willing to listen to reason,” his glare fell on Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet. Cas was impressed, his meditation did seem to be helping.
“Yes. I am a member of the Separatist‘s,” he held a hand up, “but we are not who you think we are.”
Cas studied him; he was good at telling when someone was lying, and despite Sam deceiving them at the bar, his instincts kept telling him to trust this man. He nodded, once, his eyes gentle, encouraging him to continue.
Sam seemed relieved as he pressed on. “We did not attack your vessel,” he gestured towards Dean. “Someone, claiming to be a member of us took credit for that.”
Dean scoffed.
“It’s true, “ Sam stated solemnly. “You’ve seen it before, on Devon Four.”
Cas tilted his head, something in Sam’s tone of voice caught his attention.
“What do you know about that?” Dean asked, his tone artic.
“Who do you think gave Bobby his intelligence on where to find your friend here?”
Cas swallowed, and glanced at Dean.
Dean pursed his lips, and shifted in his seat. “Are you saying that was you?”
“Yeah. I am.” Sam replied, his tone deadly serious. “We have people there - they found out Master Castiel was in trouble, and they passed on the knowledge.”
“Bobby Singer is one of you,” Cas surmised. “He’s the one who vouched for us.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s say we believe any of this,” Dean said, his expression still chilly. “Why drug us?”
Sam sighed. “I had to get you to listen, and the moment I mentioned I was a separatist I figured you wouldn’t be in the mood to talk. This way I could get your undivided attention.”
Cas trusted Bobby, and he knew Dean did as well, but Bobby wasn‘t here. And this could all be a lie. He needed more information. “Why would someone frame you?”
Sam took a deep breath. “Because, we know things certain people in power don’t want getting out. They are trying to turn us into terrorists, tarnish our reputation. They want us destroyed before we get to close, and they needed everyone on board with hunting us down. Especially the Jedi.”
Cas felt a twinge of sickness creep into his veins. “Are you saying you didn’t attack the Chancellor’s ship carrying medical supplies?”
Sam’s eyes flashed. “We did attack that ship. But it wasn’t carrying medical supplies.”
That sickness doubled. His instincts were blaring, and he could feel Dean tensing, feel Dean’s own senses in turmoil.
“It was full of weapons that are being used to kill my people,” Sam hissed, anger, and pain leaking into his words. “And most likely, they eventually would have been used against you as well.”
Dean was straining against his bonds. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Someone in your precious Republic has been reaching out to form alliances with bounty hunters, mercenaries, and thieves.”
Dean laughed darkly. “And this mystery someone, they are out to get your band of rebels because you caught onto their plan for galactic domination.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed.
Cas said nothing as his brain whirled a mile a minute.
“All we wanted was a life that wasn’t underneath the Republic’s boot. I don’t trust any group with that much power. We weren’t asking for handouts; we made our own way, grew our own food, and took care of each other.” Sam leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. “This mistrust led us to look into the senate, into its members. We followed vague leads and rumors that led us to realize we had more reason to be wary of the Republic than we’d realized. The problem was we couldn’t get anything concrete; he covered his tracks to well. Anytime we‘d get too close, the information would vanish, or a person would vanish. He was always two steps ahead of us”
“I’ll say this again,” Dean pushed, “what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Senate is dirty on levels you cannot imagine.” Sam stood up, his voice got louder. “I’m talking about the fact that once he realized we were onto him one of our colonies went silent.” Sam was shaking now. “I went to investigate. I found them all dead. Women, children, no one was left alive.”
Sam closed his eyes a moment, composing himself.
Cas sympathized, he too was haunted by images he would never be able to fully shake.
“Sam,” Cas whispered, his body vibrating with tension, with the realization of what this would mean. “What do you believe he is doing?”
Sam exhaled, and took a deep breath. “I think he’s building an army. Amassing weapons, people, and placing those he trusts into positions of power. I’d bet a chunk of credits that’s what he was trying to do on Devon four with Azazel.”
Cas sat there. Normally, he would have dismissed all of this as the ramblings of a crazy person. But Sam didn’t seem crazy. And the young man clearly believed what he was saying. The scariest part of all of this was how it made sense; how it lined up with what he and Dean had stumbled across.
A traitor within.
Someone trusted.
Someone in power.
Someone who would have had access to top-secret information.
Dean had overheard Azazel talking about someone feeding them information, someone who would want a favor once Azazel’s position of power had been secured.
Cas turned his head towards Dean, and Dean’s eyes were haunted. He knew he had come to the same, terrifying conclusion.
The traitor could be Dick Roman. But why, and for what purpose? What would his endgame be? And was he working alone?
Sam was watching them both closely, judging their reactions.
“Do you have evidence of any of this?” Cas asked sincerely.
Sam appeared stricken. “No. Any one who came forward with information ended up dead. Any lead we followed would vanish in the end. The son of a bitch is good at what he does.”
Cas swallowed. “If you want us to trust you, you have to trust us. Let us go. I give you my word, I will listen, and I will not harm you.”
“What about you?” Sam eyed Dean.
Dean grumbled, but nodded. “You have my word as well.” He grinned. “Unless you try something, then, I’ll end you.”
Sam sighed. “Glad we cleared that up.”
*****
“Are we seriously entertaining the theory that Dick Roman is a Sith now?”
Castiel wanted to slam his head against the wall for awhile, instead he drew on his well of patience, and exhaled slowly. “I honestly don’t know what to think right now, Dean.”
“I hate this,” Dean spat.
A few hours had passed since Sam had cut them loose, and allowed them to contact Bobby.
They’d gotten a room nearby in a local motel. It was small, but had all the equipment they’d needed.
Castiel had, had a long conversation via encrypted channels with Bobby singer. He had verified everything Sam had said, and even added a few tidbits.
He had spoken with several men and woman who had overhead things they shouldn’t have, and ended up dead. Rumors about a secret army, ships being built, soldiers being trained.
And Ellen had personally vouched for Bobby’s trustworthiness - Cas had no reason to doubt his sincerity. Not to mention, that the information the separatist’s had provided the older man with had saved his and Anna’s life.
He had no doubt without this so called ‘terrorists group’s' help, he would be dead right now.
Why would a group that was claiming responsibility for killing innocents, and blowing up ships carrying medical supplies care about saving his or Anna’s life? It didn’t make sense, unless Sam was telling the truth, and they were being framed.
He’d also done a little digging of his own, and discovered a disturbing trend.
Other instances similar to Devon Four, but in these cases things hadn’t turned out so well. Good men, and woman, who had spoken out against the Chancellors policies had been pushed from their positions and replaced with someone who was incredibly loyal to the man.
It had all been 'above board’ but it still stunk to the Jedi Master.
“As do I, Dean.” Cas reached out, his fingers squeezing Deans. “And it’s worse than that.”
Dean stared up at the ceiling, his expression tense. “There’s always two,” he murmured.
“Yes. The reports I gave to the council during my time on Devon Four, the Chancellor was never involved.”
“This is priceless.” Dean pulled his hands away and stood up, pacing around the small room. “So not only is the Supreme Chancellor dirty, he’s in league with at least one member of the freaking Jedi Council.”
Cas could feel Dean’s frustration, rage, and fear churning in the air. His outrage over the betrayals from within.
“Dean,” Cas whispered, standing as well. “We knew it had to be someone with power, and access. We just didn’t realize how high up it went.”
Dean stopped pacing, and faced Cas. “What do we do with this? Nothing’s concrete; it’s all speculation, and hunches, and testimony from the now deceased.”
“We find out the truth. We take this to those we trust, and we get the evidence.” Cas gripped his shoulders. “This is too big to just ignore. Even if they are wrong, we can’t take that chance. The fate of too many lives is in the balance.”
Dean inhaled, and took calming breaths.
Cas felt pride as he watched his fellow Jedi take control over his emotions, and reign them in.
“We can figure this out.” Cas said to reassure himself as much as Dean.
*****
They met Sam later that night, at the Roadhouse.
He apparently had the authority to deal with them - but he wasn’t forthcoming about any other members, or how large they were. Cas understood that, they already knew about him, and Bobby. Sam was protecting the rest of his group - Cas probably would have done the same in his shoes. If they betrayed him - they only knew about two out of hundred’s, possibly thousands of people.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends now,” Dean stated, his tone matter of fact, as he stared Sam down from across the bar. “Or that I trust you.”
“I get that.” Sam seemed more than a little relieved. “I’m just glad you’re taking this seriously.”
“We don’t have a choice,” Cas said firmly. “Even the possibility of what you suggested cannot be ignored.”
Sam nodded. “Thank you. I can’t shake this feeling that this is going to get ugly. It’s nice to finally meet a Jedi who doesn’t believe just because their wearing that robe,” he gestured towards their attire, “or are in a seat of power that they are infallible.”
Cas stiffened at the veiled insult. “Most of us don‘t think like that. We know we are not perfect.”
Sam smacked his lips together. “No offense, but my own brother was taken from my mother‘s arms by the Jedi while she begged them not to - she was told it was an honor, and they couldn‘t even begin to understand how she couldn‘t agree with their way of thinking.” Sam took a drink of an amber colored, liquid. “I never met him, wasn‘t born yet, but she talked about him all the time. Wanted me to know that he existed. I think it made her feel as if she were still connected to him some how. I listened to her cry every night, so don‘t tell me most Jedi don‘t think their stance is more important than the everyday person.”
Cas felt nauseated. Jedi didn’t steal children. Force-Sensitive children were taken at a very young age. It was discussed with the parents, and if they agreed - the child was brought to the temple.
But if his mother truly had said no - whomever this Jedi was had, had no right to take her child. That was a horrifying thought. He hoped Sam’s mother had simply regretted her choice later, and had told her son these things out of pain or guilt. Not because it was true.
The more he dug into this mess, the more murky things became.
He didn’t like the picture that was being painted of the people who had been the only family he had had ever known.
Not that he was naïve, he knew they were flawed. No one was perfect. There had been several Jedi, whom had made him feel like an outsider when he’d been readjusting, it had stung.
He thought about Dean, Anna, and Ellen. He knew the order was full of caring, amazing people as well, he held onto that thought as he whispered, “I’m sorry for the pain she feels.”
Sam shook his head. “She’s dead. So is my father, it’s just me.” His eyes were bitter, and he swallowed another drink. “This group is the only family I have left.”
Dean cleared his throat. “Look, man, that sucks. You’ve had a hard life, but we’re not all dicks.”
Cas almost smiled at Dean’s attempt at kindness. It was adorable.
Sam did smile. “Yeah. I’m starting to see that.”
Cas offered his hand.
Sam stared at it for a moment, before taking it. “Thank you for trusting us; we’ll be in touch.”
Sam watched him quietly, then nodded, a tentative, but honest trust in his eyes.
He watched Dean and Sam shake hands, and share reluctant, and very similar smiles.
Cas absently realized that’s why Sam had seemed familiar to him. He and Dean didn’t look alike really, but something in the way their eyes crinkled, and the way they smiled.
Cas shook his head, and almost laughed at himself. He really was pathetic; he was seeing his lover’s traits in other people.
He must ‘have it bad’ for Dean.
*****
He and Dean walked out of the Roadhouse; Cas’s head was buzzing with all the possibilities for how things could go wrong. He really needed to meditate.
He almost took Dean’s hand, feeling the need to be close, to have something real, to hold onto with so much up in question.
But he didn’t.
They were in public; anyone could see them. They might not have been at the temple, or anywhere near Coruscant, but that didn’t mean two Jedi could be seen holding hands. It wasn’t exactly a secret that they were to avoid attachments.
It hurt to have to hide this, more than he’d realized it would.
And now that they planned to have a secret investigation against the Supreme Chancellor they would have to be even more careful to avoid attracting attention.
They entered their room, they’d have to book passage back to Coruscant tomorrow.
As soon as the door closed, Cas felt warm arms encircle him, pulling him close. As if Dean somehow knew he needed to be held.
Cas felt a warmth envelope his heart, and he leaned back against Dean, clinging to his arms.
“I know this sucks the big one, babe. But we’re beyond awesome; we’ll tackle this problem just like we have everything else life has thrown at us.”
Cas swallowed, turning, while still staying within Dean’s arms so they were facing each other. He rested his cheek against Deans. “I know, I’m just…,” he lifted his head, and melted his lips against Dean‘s, craving more contact.
He didn’t want to think about this nightmare; he just wanted Dean.
Dean seemed momentarily surprised, but then he pulled Cas in closer and sucked on his bottom lip. Cas moaned, he loved when Dean did that.
Judging by the smile on Dean‘s lips, he knew it.
“That‘s what I like to hear,” Dean growled, his hands wandering, teasing the top of his pants. “You know - we don’t have to leave until tomorrow.”
Cas made a noise of approval, as Dean’s hand slid beneath his waist line, his fingers stroked slowly over his sex.
“I want you,” Dean whispered, his tone an intoxicating mix of predator and lover. “I’ve wanted you all day. I hate that I can’t really touch you out there.”
Cas shuddered, caught off guard by Dean’s candor. And by how his words were an echo of Cas’s own thought’s and desires that he was too shy to voice himself.
“I hate it too,” Cas whispered as his own fingers pulled at Dean’s shirt, yanking it over his head. Then he was all over Dean, seeking skin as if he were starved for it. His mouth sucking on Dean’s now hard nipples, his hand savoring the feel of Dean’s warm skin, flat stomach.
Dean groaned . “Damn, Cas.”
Cas felt his drawstring being undone, and he felt his pants fall to floor.
Dean kissed him greedily, their teeth knocked a few times, and he loved the sound of Dean’s deep breathing. He felt the other man’s hardness brush against his thigh, and he groaned, and licked hungrily into Dean’s open mouth.
Suddenly Dean’s lips were gone. Cas opened his eyes, and found Dean staring up at him from the floor. His green eyes, blown black, his bare chest rising and falling, and his smile full of promise.
He was kneeling, his hands gripped Cas’s hips, and Cas stiffened uncertain what was happening.
Dean gave him a reassuring smile, then ran his tongue along the underside of Cas’s member.
Cas shuddered, and gasped at the new sensation.
Dean was still smiling, his eyes stayed locked with Cas’s as he leaned in again, and took Cas into his mouth.
The Jedi Master’s knees almost buckled from the overload of pleasure coursing through him as Dean took him in deeper, his head moving in a steady, slow, pace.
His hands ended up in Dean’s hair as he groaned, his eyes still on Dean, as his cheeks hollowed out.
Dean’s hand gripped the base of his shaft, and he licked the tip of his penis, his tongue teasing, and tasting.
His eyes never left Cas’s.
“Oh, force, Dean,” he panted, as the Jedi sucked him again, faster, deeper.
He could feel his orgasm building, the heat boiled, and sparks of ecstasy caressed his flesh. His body shook, his fingers dug into Dean’s short hair.
Dean’s hands cupped his ass, as his head bobbed.
Cas was panting, and whimpering, not caring how desperate he sounded as he chanted Dean’s name.
Dean groaned as Cas’s hip’s bucked.
He wasn’t sure if Dean wanted him to finish in his mouth; he found himself babbling, “Dean, I can’t , I’m almos…,” his words got lost as Dean took in the entire length of him.
Dean’s eyes were lust filled, and knowing. Cas got the message, and let go.
He came into Dean’s mouth, and the man continued to suck him as he climaxed.
He watched Dean swallow it all down, then kiss a trail of gentle caresses up his thigh as Cas shuddered, and breathed deeply. Ripples of pleasure still vibrating through him.
“Dean,” he murmured huskily as the man stood, and kissed him tenderly. He could taste salty traces of himself in the other man’s mouth, he moaned, surprised by how much he enjoyed it.
“I take it you approved?” Dean teased, his eyes glinting, his own erection pressing firmly into Cas’s hip.
Cas groaned. “You could say that,” he whispered, his hand cupping Dean.
Dean hummed in approval; Cas nudged him towards the bed.
Dean laid down, and watched him, while Cas undid Dean’s pants, and pulled them down.
He slowly removed his own shirt, taking his time, as his nerves began to act up.
He wanted to return the favor, but he had no experience in that matter. He felt butterflies in his stomach, as he worried about what Dean would think if he wasn’t any good.
Dean must have noticed, because his expression turned gentle.
“Hey, Cas, come here.” He opened his arms and Cas didn’t hesitate to climb on top of him.
Dean held him, his hand running over his back. “You never have to do anything you aren’t ready for, okay?” His eyes were so tender, Cas felt like a fool for worrying.
Dean had more patience than he realized.
Cas’s anxiety vanished, and he nuzzled Dean.
“As long as I get your sexy, naked body all to myself I’m happy.” Dean flipped them over, his predatory smile back in full force.
Cas laughed, loving the way Dean’s hardness was pressing into his stomach. He felt his own dick twitch despite his recent release.
Dean shifted, locking their hips together, as he thrust against Cas’s rapidly hardening sex.
Cas was a wreck again in minutes, as he thrust upward against Dean.
He stared into Dean’s eyes, loving the intimacy of it, loving how Dean always stared back.
Dean was panting, his thrust’s became erratic, and Cas felt his hot, cum spurt out all over his stomach. That was all it took to send Cas to a place of pure white hot bliss for the second time that day.
Dean collapsed on top of him, not seeming to care about the sticky mess in between them.
Cas didn’t either. He ran his hand through Dean’s sweaty hair, and kissed his shoulder.
Dean lifted his head, kissed Cas’s nose, and gave Cas a big, goofy, adorable grin. “See. I’m happy.”
Cas laughed, and the horrible revelations of day didn’t seem nearly as insurmountable as before.
A/N: Why yes I am messing with the Star Wars canon a bit aren't I :) Hope that doesn't annoy anyone, but hey, this fic would be boring if you knew everything that was going to happen.
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