Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: [PG-13] - Left Outside Alone
Title: Left Outside Alone
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: In which Castiel and Dean meet some new people, and Dean finally talks to Sam.
Word Count: 2,217
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Castiel set his bags down in the small, but comfortable room Sam had given them. Cas swallowed, touching the bed, running his fingers over the thick, blanket draped across it.
This was theirs - his and Deans.
Cas felt his lips morph into a half smile, as his eyes drank in the space. A lamp sat on a nightstand next to the bed. A closet to their right, and a tiny bathroom, with a shower to the left. A large blue and green rug, covered half of the floor. The rest was concrete, but there was no visible dirt, the place had been well kept.
It was simple, and had everything they needed.
He loved it.
He’d enjoyed staying at Bobby’s, but the room they’d been sharing there had only been borrowed.
This felt different.
For the first time, he and Dean had their own space…together.
Dean collapsed onto the bed, and groaned happily.
“Comfy?” Cas teased.
“Hell yes.”
Cas laughed. “Don’t get too comfortable - we have to leave soon.”
Dean grunted. “Yeah, yeah. Dinner at Sam‘s.”
Cas nodded. “I think it’s a good idea. Give us a chance to meet more of these people in a relaxed setting.”
Dean shrugged.
Cas watched him. “And perhaps before we leave, you could pull Sam aside for a private conversation.”
Dean glared at him, but there wasn’t much heat behind it.
Cas smiled, and began unpacking his things.
*****
Sam had met them in the hallway outside their room, and guided them to his home. The walk wasn’t far.
As they entered Cas’s senses were assaulted in a good way. Smells of meat, vegetables, and something sweet flooded his nostrils. He could practically hear Dean drooling. Sounds of laughter, and conversation echoed around the space. It was three times the size of their room. A kitchen was off to the far right. There was a separate counter in the middle, an island of sorts where Jess, was chopping carrots. She smiled, and waved at them. Cas waved back.
A living area with old, but comfortable looking black couches lined the wall, and another door was on the right. Cas assumed it was the bedroom.
There were also several rugs on the floor of varying color and design. It was an odd mixture, but somehow it all worked.
Bobby, Anna, Adam, and a young man Cas didn’t know were all talking. Gabe was leaning against the wall, chatting with a tall, woman, with shoulder length dark hair. She laughed, and punched him in the shoulder, he seemed to enjoy it.
“Let me introduce you guys,” Sam took them towards the couch, and gestured towards a thin, gangly man, with an honest to force mullet. “This is Ash, he’s our tech expert, there’s not a security system he can’t find a way around.”
Ash gave them a mock salute, and a lop sided grin. “Hey dudes.”
Cas raised an eyebrow.
He was wearing a tank top, that had the words “Dr Badass” stenciled across it.
“Nice shirt,” Dean blurted, Cas could hear the amusement coloring his words.
Ash beamed, apparently missing the sarcasm. “Hell, yeah.”
Sam chuckled, and then pointed towards where Gabe and the woman were standing. “And this is Pamela Barnes.”
Pamela turned to face them, her dark eyes meeting Cas’s first, then Deans.
Cas smiled, and offered his hand. “I’m Castiel.”
“Nice to meet you cutie,” she said, while gripping his hand firmly.
Cas inclined his head to her, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt the force flowing through her.
“Oh, we’ve got a clever one here.” Pamela winked at him.
Sam seemed confused; Dean stepped up close to Cas.
Cas glanced at him, smiling. “She’s force sensitive.”
“You can tell that?” Sam asked, his tone curious.
“Yes, she would have been a very powerful Jedi,” Cas admitted, his hand dropping to his side.
“I never would have fit in at the temple - too rigid for my tastes,” she grinned, and her attention went to Dean. “And you must be Dean.” She took his hand.
Dean smiled. “That’s me.”
“Pamela’s talents have saved our asses on several occasions,” Sam added.
“And what nice asses they are,” Pam smirked, her gaze zeroing in on Sam’s bottom.
Sam cleared his throat, and his cheeks reddened slightly.
“Pam, stop hitting on Sam, you know how vulnerable he is to your feminine wiles,” Jess called from the kitchen.
Pam laughed. “Sorry Jess, he’s just such an easy target.”
Sam grumbled something about ‘women,” and moved towards the kitchen.
“Talents?” Cas asked, his curiosity peaked.
“Well, gorgeous, I’ve always had an uncanny knack for seeing the future.”
Cas felt a jolt run through him. “That’s a rare gift,” he breathed.
“Yep, and a real pain in the ass at times.”
“I understand.” Cas said, sincerity ringing in his words, as he thought of the few visions he had, had. They were vague at best, and you never knew if they would come true, or if your actions to prevent them, could end up bringing about the very fate you’d witnessed.
Her teasing eyes, softened, and she nodded watching him intently. Her gaze went distant for a moment, and Cas could feel power flowing through her, then she focused on him again. “You do, don’t you.”
It wasn’t a question.
Cas nodded, and he felt Dean’s hand come to rest on his lower back.
He opened his mouth to ask Pam about perhaps talking with her about his own visions later, when she smiled, and said. “I think it’s almost time to eat.”
“Good, I’m starving.” Castiel heard Dean’s stomach rumble, and he lifted his nose, and inhaled all of the pleasant aromas coming from the kitchen.
Cas realized how hungry he was as well, and followed when Pam headed towards the kitchen. She stopped suddenly, and faced Cas again. “Oh, and by the way, I’d be more than willing to discuss your visions after dinner.”
Cas froze.
Dean seemed lost.
She smirked, and tapped the side of her forehead. “Don’t look so surprised - talented remember.”
Very.
*****
Dinner went well, Cas was already starting to feel at home here, which caught him off guard. But, he had feeling his comfort had to do with those who surrounded him. Most of whom he considered to be family, the other’s were friendly, and apparently had decided that if Sam said they were good people, then they were.
There was much laughter, lots of food, and no one even mentioned their struggle against the corruption within the Republic.
And for now, Cas was content to ignore it as well.
Tomorrow he would see what he could do to help the movement, but tonight, was about celebrating Sam’s return, and survival with his loved ones.
He noticed Dean shooting glances Sam’s way again, as the younger man wiped potato from the corner of Jess’s mouth.
Cas resisted the urge to sigh - he truly hoped Dean would talk to Sam tonight.
He shifted his attention to Anna, who was talking animatedly with Adam, who’s eyes were glued to the young woman. His gaze was attentive, and Cas could tell from across the table that he genuinely seemed to care about whatever she was saying.
He saw Adam offer her an extra napkin when she dropped hers on the floor.
Anna smiled in a way that he’d seen Dean look at him from time to time right before he kissed him.
Something was definitely brewing there, Cas found himself glad, but also nervous.
Perhaps he was getting a small taste of what parents went through.
Anna laughed, and Adam brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
He noticed her pale skin, flush.
Cas couldn’t stop his lips from twitching into a small smile, as he went back to eating.
Cas felt Dean’s warm hand rest on top of his.
He pulled his gaze away from Anna, and smiled at Dean.
“You gonna finish that?” Dean gave him a hopeful grin, as he eyed a piece of meat, Cas had left.
Cas shook his head, and used his fork to pass the meat onto his lover’s plate.
“You’re the best babe.”
“I know.” Cas said, earning himself a surprised, but happy look from Dean.
Dean squeezed his fingers, then devoured his food.
******
Cas was helping Jess, and Pamela clear off the table, when he noticed Sam watching Dean, his eyes narrowed in thought.
He swallowed, as Sam’s expression turned determined, and he strode over to where Dean was talking to Bobby.
Cas couldn’t look away, as Sam touched Dean’s arm, and said something too low for Cas to hear. But Dean’s jaw tensed, and Cas could sense his nerves flaring up.
Dean stood, and Sam headed towards the door.
Dean followed, and Cas sent a silent prayer out through the force that things would work out for them.
*****
After all his stalling, and silent arguments with himself over how to approach Sam, the little over-achiever had beaten him to the punch.
Sam had told him they needed to talk.
They were alone, standing outside Sam’s home, and the younger man was staring him down.
“Look, I know something’s going on - you’ve been acting strange around me ever since I took those hits for you .”
Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Sam plowed forward.
“You’re avoiding being alone with me, and you’re shooting me weird looks whenever you think I’m not paying attention.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “We need to clear the air.”
Dean almost growled; Sam sure was a perceptive little shit.
“Me getting shot wasn’t your fault, Dean. I made my choice, and I’d like to believe you’d have done the same for me.”
“Of course I would have,” Dean blurted, his voice cracking with emotion, surprising himself.
Sam blinked, his expression softening. “Okay…look, you saved my life, you and Cas, there’s no reason for you to feel guil…” Sam trailed off. “Is something else going on?”
Dean swallowed, this wasn’t going at all like he’d practiced in his head.
“There is.” Sam stepped closer to him, his eyes intense.
“Yeah. There is.” Dean exhaled, his heart pounding in his chest; he felt as nervous as the day he’d done his trials at the Jedi Temple.
Sam waited.
Dean took a deep breath, using the force to calm his heart, and nerves, and then he blurted unceremoniously, “I think I’m your brother.”
Sam stared at him, his eyes wide.
Way to break it to him gently Dean.
“The one you told me and Cas about,“ Dean added dumbly, hating himself for how stupid he sounded. How many lost brothers could the guy have for force sake?
Suspicion clouded Sam’s features as his jaw clenched, and his hands bunched into fists.
“Is this some kind of sick joke,” Sam spat.
This was so not going well.
“I welcomed you into my home, I trusted you with the location of our base, and you pull this twiste-”
“It’s the truth Sam,” Dean interrupted, his own voice rising in frustration. “I wouldn’t make something like that up. Not even I’m that big of an ass.”
Sam swallowed, shook his head, ran a hand through his hair, and started pacing in a circle. His feet hit the ground hard, each step harsh, and jerky. “How would you-this doesn’t make any-you can’t know that,” his words were coming out fast, and almost panicked. “You think I didn’t try to find out his identity - it’s impossible.” He stepped closer, his finger jabbing accusingly at Dean’s face with each word, his eyes wild. “You think I‘m going to believe this shit, you aren‘t even a Jedi anymore.”
Force, Dean wasn’t as sensitive as Cas, but he could feel the waves of pain, anger, hurt, rage, grief, and a dozen other emotions being flung towards him from Sam. He’d known Sam might not be happy about them being related, but this he hadn’t seen coming.
“Slow down there, Sammy. Let me expl-”
Sam spun, and launched a quick, powerful right hook at Dean’s face. Dean was fast, and well trained, but Sam wasn’t exactly a push over, and he was standing damn close. Dean’s instincts were to protect those close to him, even ones that were currently trying to knock his head off of his shoulders. He didn’t want to hurt Sam, so instead of counterattacking, or using the force, he attempted to slip the punch.
He only partly-succeeded.
The younger man’s fist still hit, but instead of his nose, the punch connected with Dean’s cheek, and the sasquatch was stronger than he looked. Dean wound up on his ass.
“Don’t. Call. Me. That,” Sam snarled, but there was a deep pain mixed with the rage.
Sam’s eyes were too bright as Dean stared in shock up at him.
The younger man blinked; he seemed to realize what he’d just done, and a flicker of shame graced his strained features.
Sam backed up several steps from Dean his breathing labored, then he turned, and without another word, he walked away.
Dean sat on the dirt floor, feeling hollow and sick as he watched the only living family he had walk out on him.
A/N: Sorry guys, but Sam refused to play nice. I didn't plan on things going so badly, but I can't fight my muse.
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As always, I love comments - each one makes me smile.
Author: nicole9514
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: In which Castiel and Dean meet some new people, and Dean finally talks to Sam.
Word Count: 2,217
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Castiel set his bags down in the small, but comfortable room Sam had given them. Cas swallowed, touching the bed, running his fingers over the thick, blanket draped across it.
This was theirs - his and Deans.
Cas felt his lips morph into a half smile, as his eyes drank in the space. A lamp sat on a nightstand next to the bed. A closet to their right, and a tiny bathroom, with a shower to the left. A large blue and green rug, covered half of the floor. The rest was concrete, but there was no visible dirt, the place had been well kept.
It was simple, and had everything they needed.
He loved it.
He’d enjoyed staying at Bobby’s, but the room they’d been sharing there had only been borrowed.
This felt different.
For the first time, he and Dean had their own space…together.
Dean collapsed onto the bed, and groaned happily.
“Comfy?” Cas teased.
“Hell yes.”
Cas laughed. “Don’t get too comfortable - we have to leave soon.”
Dean grunted. “Yeah, yeah. Dinner at Sam‘s.”
Cas nodded. “I think it’s a good idea. Give us a chance to meet more of these people in a relaxed setting.”
Dean shrugged.
Cas watched him. “And perhaps before we leave, you could pull Sam aside for a private conversation.”
Dean glared at him, but there wasn’t much heat behind it.
Cas smiled, and began unpacking his things.
*****
Sam had met them in the hallway outside their room, and guided them to his home. The walk wasn’t far.
As they entered Cas’s senses were assaulted in a good way. Smells of meat, vegetables, and something sweet flooded his nostrils. He could practically hear Dean drooling. Sounds of laughter, and conversation echoed around the space. It was three times the size of their room. A kitchen was off to the far right. There was a separate counter in the middle, an island of sorts where Jess, was chopping carrots. She smiled, and waved at them. Cas waved back.
A living area with old, but comfortable looking black couches lined the wall, and another door was on the right. Cas assumed it was the bedroom.
There were also several rugs on the floor of varying color and design. It was an odd mixture, but somehow it all worked.
Bobby, Anna, Adam, and a young man Cas didn’t know were all talking. Gabe was leaning against the wall, chatting with a tall, woman, with shoulder length dark hair. She laughed, and punched him in the shoulder, he seemed to enjoy it.
“Let me introduce you guys,” Sam took them towards the couch, and gestured towards a thin, gangly man, with an honest to force mullet. “This is Ash, he’s our tech expert, there’s not a security system he can’t find a way around.”
Ash gave them a mock salute, and a lop sided grin. “Hey dudes.”
Cas raised an eyebrow.
He was wearing a tank top, that had the words “Dr Badass” stenciled across it.
“Nice shirt,” Dean blurted, Cas could hear the amusement coloring his words.
Ash beamed, apparently missing the sarcasm. “Hell, yeah.”
Sam chuckled, and then pointed towards where Gabe and the woman were standing. “And this is Pamela Barnes.”
Pamela turned to face them, her dark eyes meeting Cas’s first, then Deans.
Cas smiled, and offered his hand. “I’m Castiel.”
“Nice to meet you cutie,” she said, while gripping his hand firmly.
Cas inclined his head to her, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt the force flowing through her.
“Oh, we’ve got a clever one here.” Pamela winked at him.
Sam seemed confused; Dean stepped up close to Cas.
Cas glanced at him, smiling. “She’s force sensitive.”
“You can tell that?” Sam asked, his tone curious.
“Yes, she would have been a very powerful Jedi,” Cas admitted, his hand dropping to his side.
“I never would have fit in at the temple - too rigid for my tastes,” she grinned, and her attention went to Dean. “And you must be Dean.” She took his hand.
Dean smiled. “That’s me.”
“Pamela’s talents have saved our asses on several occasions,” Sam added.
“And what nice asses they are,” Pam smirked, her gaze zeroing in on Sam’s bottom.
Sam cleared his throat, and his cheeks reddened slightly.
“Pam, stop hitting on Sam, you know how vulnerable he is to your feminine wiles,” Jess called from the kitchen.
Pam laughed. “Sorry Jess, he’s just such an easy target.”
Sam grumbled something about ‘women,” and moved towards the kitchen.
“Talents?” Cas asked, his curiosity peaked.
“Well, gorgeous, I’ve always had an uncanny knack for seeing the future.”
Cas felt a jolt run through him. “That’s a rare gift,” he breathed.
“Yep, and a real pain in the ass at times.”
“I understand.” Cas said, sincerity ringing in his words, as he thought of the few visions he had, had. They were vague at best, and you never knew if they would come true, or if your actions to prevent them, could end up bringing about the very fate you’d witnessed.
Her teasing eyes, softened, and she nodded watching him intently. Her gaze went distant for a moment, and Cas could feel power flowing through her, then she focused on him again. “You do, don’t you.”
It wasn’t a question.
Cas nodded, and he felt Dean’s hand come to rest on his lower back.
He opened his mouth to ask Pam about perhaps talking with her about his own visions later, when she smiled, and said. “I think it’s almost time to eat.”
“Good, I’m starving.” Castiel heard Dean’s stomach rumble, and he lifted his nose, and inhaled all of the pleasant aromas coming from the kitchen.
Cas realized how hungry he was as well, and followed when Pam headed towards the kitchen. She stopped suddenly, and faced Cas again. “Oh, and by the way, I’d be more than willing to discuss your visions after dinner.”
Cas froze.
Dean seemed lost.
She smirked, and tapped the side of her forehead. “Don’t look so surprised - talented remember.”
Very.
*****
Dinner went well, Cas was already starting to feel at home here, which caught him off guard. But, he had feeling his comfort had to do with those who surrounded him. Most of whom he considered to be family, the other’s were friendly, and apparently had decided that if Sam said they were good people, then they were.
There was much laughter, lots of food, and no one even mentioned their struggle against the corruption within the Republic.
And for now, Cas was content to ignore it as well.
Tomorrow he would see what he could do to help the movement, but tonight, was about celebrating Sam’s return, and survival with his loved ones.
He noticed Dean shooting glances Sam’s way again, as the younger man wiped potato from the corner of Jess’s mouth.
Cas resisted the urge to sigh - he truly hoped Dean would talk to Sam tonight.
He shifted his attention to Anna, who was talking animatedly with Adam, who’s eyes were glued to the young woman. His gaze was attentive, and Cas could tell from across the table that he genuinely seemed to care about whatever she was saying.
He saw Adam offer her an extra napkin when she dropped hers on the floor.
Anna smiled in a way that he’d seen Dean look at him from time to time right before he kissed him.
Something was definitely brewing there, Cas found himself glad, but also nervous.
Perhaps he was getting a small taste of what parents went through.
Anna laughed, and Adam brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
He noticed her pale skin, flush.
Cas couldn’t stop his lips from twitching into a small smile, as he went back to eating.
Cas felt Dean’s warm hand rest on top of his.
He pulled his gaze away from Anna, and smiled at Dean.
“You gonna finish that?” Dean gave him a hopeful grin, as he eyed a piece of meat, Cas had left.
Cas shook his head, and used his fork to pass the meat onto his lover’s plate.
“You’re the best babe.”
“I know.” Cas said, earning himself a surprised, but happy look from Dean.
Dean squeezed his fingers, then devoured his food.
******
Cas was helping Jess, and Pamela clear off the table, when he noticed Sam watching Dean, his eyes narrowed in thought.
He swallowed, as Sam’s expression turned determined, and he strode over to where Dean was talking to Bobby.
Cas couldn’t look away, as Sam touched Dean’s arm, and said something too low for Cas to hear. But Dean’s jaw tensed, and Cas could sense his nerves flaring up.
Dean stood, and Sam headed towards the door.
Dean followed, and Cas sent a silent prayer out through the force that things would work out for them.
*****
After all his stalling, and silent arguments with himself over how to approach Sam, the little over-achiever had beaten him to the punch.
Sam had told him they needed to talk.
They were alone, standing outside Sam’s home, and the younger man was staring him down.
“Look, I know something’s going on - you’ve been acting strange around me ever since I took those hits for you .”
Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Sam plowed forward.
“You’re avoiding being alone with me, and you’re shooting me weird looks whenever you think I’m not paying attention.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “We need to clear the air.”
Dean almost growled; Sam sure was a perceptive little shit.
“Me getting shot wasn’t your fault, Dean. I made my choice, and I’d like to believe you’d have done the same for me.”
“Of course I would have,” Dean blurted, his voice cracking with emotion, surprising himself.
Sam blinked, his expression softening. “Okay…look, you saved my life, you and Cas, there’s no reason for you to feel guil…” Sam trailed off. “Is something else going on?”
Dean swallowed, this wasn’t going at all like he’d practiced in his head.
“There is.” Sam stepped closer to him, his eyes intense.
“Yeah. There is.” Dean exhaled, his heart pounding in his chest; he felt as nervous as the day he’d done his trials at the Jedi Temple.
Sam waited.
Dean took a deep breath, using the force to calm his heart, and nerves, and then he blurted unceremoniously, “I think I’m your brother.”
Sam stared at him, his eyes wide.
Way to break it to him gently Dean.
“The one you told me and Cas about,“ Dean added dumbly, hating himself for how stupid he sounded. How many lost brothers could the guy have for force sake?
Suspicion clouded Sam’s features as his jaw clenched, and his hands bunched into fists.
“Is this some kind of sick joke,” Sam spat.
This was so not going well.
“I welcomed you into my home, I trusted you with the location of our base, and you pull this twiste-”
“It’s the truth Sam,” Dean interrupted, his own voice rising in frustration. “I wouldn’t make something like that up. Not even I’m that big of an ass.”
Sam swallowed, shook his head, ran a hand through his hair, and started pacing in a circle. His feet hit the ground hard, each step harsh, and jerky. “How would you-this doesn’t make any-you can’t know that,” his words were coming out fast, and almost panicked. “You think I didn’t try to find out his identity - it’s impossible.” He stepped closer, his finger jabbing accusingly at Dean’s face with each word, his eyes wild. “You think I‘m going to believe this shit, you aren‘t even a Jedi anymore.”
Force, Dean wasn’t as sensitive as Cas, but he could feel the waves of pain, anger, hurt, rage, grief, and a dozen other emotions being flung towards him from Sam. He’d known Sam might not be happy about them being related, but this he hadn’t seen coming.
“Slow down there, Sammy. Let me expl-”
Sam spun, and launched a quick, powerful right hook at Dean’s face. Dean was fast, and well trained, but Sam wasn’t exactly a push over, and he was standing damn close. Dean’s instincts were to protect those close to him, even ones that were currently trying to knock his head off of his shoulders. He didn’t want to hurt Sam, so instead of counterattacking, or using the force, he attempted to slip the punch.
He only partly-succeeded.
The younger man’s fist still hit, but instead of his nose, the punch connected with Dean’s cheek, and the sasquatch was stronger than he looked. Dean wound up on his ass.
“Don’t. Call. Me. That,” Sam snarled, but there was a deep pain mixed with the rage.
Sam’s eyes were too bright as Dean stared in shock up at him.
The younger man blinked; he seemed to realize what he’d just done, and a flicker of shame graced his strained features.
Sam backed up several steps from Dean his breathing labored, then he turned, and without another word, he walked away.
Dean sat on the dirt floor, feeling hollow and sick as he watched the only living family he had walk out on him.
A/N: Sorry guys, but Sam refused to play nice. I didn't plan on things going so badly, but I can't fight my muse.
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