Fic: Adventures in Solitude [11/11]
Title: Adventures in Soltiude [11/11] Epilouge
Author: bloodism
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/post-Season 4 canon-au, romance, hurt/comfort
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 30, 708
Warnings: fallen!cas, OC's, sexual content, canon-au
2nd February 2011
“Slowly,” Dean urges, hands warily hovering in the air. “Go slower.”
“Shut it, I’m going slow enough!” Jude protests, hands grasping the steering wheel. The gravel rumbles underneath the car, and Dean’s glad they’re far away from Bobby’s house, because Jude was a hazard behind the wheel. And they’d only been moving for a few minutes.
“Just get a feel for it, you don’t need to worry ‘bout changing gears,” Dean says slowly. Jude takes a hand of the wheel to wave her hand around in his face and he tries to slap it away, but she keeps waving it.
“I’m not retarded,” she says, one hand on the wheel and the other still pestering Dean.
“You sure, ‘cos-Watch it!”
The corner of the car catches an old BMW and they jerk forward in their seats. The engine dies out and before Jude can say anything, Dean pockets the keys and clambers out of the car. He runs as fast he can away from it, Jude running after him.
“Come on! It was one nudge! One nudge! Gimme one more try.”
Dean bursts through the front door and dangles the keys in front of her face, breathing heavily. She jumps up to get them, but he pulls them away and pockets them.
“You are a danger to society. Never drive. For the good of mankind,”
“Dean.” Dean turns round. Cas wanders out of the kitchen, black jeans stretched tightly over his thighs and baggy blue v-neck revealing a hairless chest. Dean swallows. “Sam wishes to know if you’re available for a hunt.”
Dean throws the keys over his shoulder and Jude catches them swiftly. She doesn’t leave, though. She tucks herself around the corner of the door and watches. Dean moves closer, hooking his fingers into the loops of Cas’s jeans.
“Depends,” he says in a low voice and Cas is immediately distracted, smile twitching around his lips and eyes roaming around Dean’s face.
“Fae should be here any minute. Jude can look after her. I will go with you.” Cas’s fingers find the edges of Dean’s jeans and his thumbs tease themselves under the shirt, where he rubs circles on the soft skin there.
“She’s pregnant, not disabled,” Jude cuts in from her hiding place in the doorway. They ignore her, but are forced to move away when Fae comes through the door, clipping her sister on the ear.
“Close to it.” She rubs her stomach and blows out a heavy breath. It’s only a small bump, but she’s milking it for all it’s worth. She throws her keys at Dean. “Go get my stuff, twerp.”
Dean grumbles under his breath, leans in to peck Cas on the lips and then leaves, keeping hold of Cas’s hand for as long as possible before letting it go. Fae rolls her eyes.
“I’m surprised you don’t have him on a leash. You’re just gonna go follow him anyway. Lovesick puppies.”
“Hypocrite,” Cas jokes, expression completely neutral save the twitch around his lips. Fae laughs.
“Yeah, okay, pup.”
“Where’s dad?” Jude skitters back into the hallway, eyes darting around excitedly. She’s clutching the car keys in her hand hopefully.
“Probably playin’ poker with Bobby at the bar. Can’t peel them two away from each other either.” Fae seats herself steadily into a dining chair and leans back, blowing up her fringe. Before Jude can run off, she calls out her name. “Tell Sam to make sure he locks up. Last time he left the back door open and the dogs got out.”
Jude waves a hand dismissively at her and runs out of the front door after Dean. Cas stands still, trying his best to keep his distance. Did he really always follow Dean?
Yes, he did.
He goes to leave, but Fae’s out of her seat again.
“Gonna check on the dope to make sure he hasn’t knocked over the oil again.” She sighs, then freezes. “Ah, almost forgot.” She pulls her phone from her pocket, pushes a few buttons, and a message opens up. She gives it to Cas.
“Remember that text I got a few months back? The one that lead me to dad? Sam said you could translate these symbols. No idea what it says, but whoever sent his led us to dad, so I want to thank them.”
She goes, leaving the front door open. The sun’s behind clouds and shadows fall across Cas as he translates the words.
His hand goes slack. He translates them again, and again, and again. His vision blurs and his hand starts to shake and he knows. He lets out a laugh, a hearty, human laugh, and looks up.
“I will,” He says, past the roof, past the sky. He leaves the phone on the table. The symbols unscramble themselves, and spell out the words:
‘Live well, Son’
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Author: bloodism
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/post-Season 4 canon-au, romance, hurt/comfort
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel, Sam/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 30, 708
Warnings: fallen!cas, OC's, sexual content, canon-au
2nd February 2011
“Slowly,” Dean urges, hands warily hovering in the air. “Go slower.”
“Shut it, I’m going slow enough!” Jude protests, hands grasping the steering wheel. The gravel rumbles underneath the car, and Dean’s glad they’re far away from Bobby’s house, because Jude was a hazard behind the wheel. And they’d only been moving for a few minutes.
“Just get a feel for it, you don’t need to worry ‘bout changing gears,” Dean says slowly. Jude takes a hand of the wheel to wave her hand around in his face and he tries to slap it away, but she keeps waving it.
“I’m not retarded,” she says, one hand on the wheel and the other still pestering Dean.
“You sure, ‘cos-Watch it!”
The corner of the car catches an old BMW and they jerk forward in their seats. The engine dies out and before Jude can say anything, Dean pockets the keys and clambers out of the car. He runs as fast he can away from it, Jude running after him.
“Come on! It was one nudge! One nudge! Gimme one more try.”
Dean bursts through the front door and dangles the keys in front of her face, breathing heavily. She jumps up to get them, but he pulls them away and pockets them.
“You are a danger to society. Never drive. For the good of mankind,”
“Dean.” Dean turns round. Cas wanders out of the kitchen, black jeans stretched tightly over his thighs and baggy blue v-neck revealing a hairless chest. Dean swallows. “Sam wishes to know if you’re available for a hunt.”
Dean throws the keys over his shoulder and Jude catches them swiftly. She doesn’t leave, though. She tucks herself around the corner of the door and watches. Dean moves closer, hooking his fingers into the loops of Cas’s jeans.
“Depends,” he says in a low voice and Cas is immediately distracted, smile twitching around his lips and eyes roaming around Dean’s face.
“Fae should be here any minute. Jude can look after her. I will go with you.” Cas’s fingers find the edges of Dean’s jeans and his thumbs tease themselves under the shirt, where he rubs circles on the soft skin there.
“She’s pregnant, not disabled,” Jude cuts in from her hiding place in the doorway. They ignore her, but are forced to move away when Fae comes through the door, clipping her sister on the ear.
“Close to it.” She rubs her stomach and blows out a heavy breath. It’s only a small bump, but she’s milking it for all it’s worth. She throws her keys at Dean. “Go get my stuff, twerp.”
Dean grumbles under his breath, leans in to peck Cas on the lips and then leaves, keeping hold of Cas’s hand for as long as possible before letting it go. Fae rolls her eyes.
“I’m surprised you don’t have him on a leash. You’re just gonna go follow him anyway. Lovesick puppies.”
“Hypocrite,” Cas jokes, expression completely neutral save the twitch around his lips. Fae laughs.
“Yeah, okay, pup.”
“Where’s dad?” Jude skitters back into the hallway, eyes darting around excitedly. She’s clutching the car keys in her hand hopefully.
“Probably playin’ poker with Bobby at the bar. Can’t peel them two away from each other either.” Fae seats herself steadily into a dining chair and leans back, blowing up her fringe. Before Jude can run off, she calls out her name. “Tell Sam to make sure he locks up. Last time he left the back door open and the dogs got out.”
Jude waves a hand dismissively at her and runs out of the front door after Dean. Cas stands still, trying his best to keep his distance. Did he really always follow Dean?
Yes, he did.
He goes to leave, but Fae’s out of her seat again.
“Gonna check on the dope to make sure he hasn’t knocked over the oil again.” She sighs, then freezes. “Ah, almost forgot.” She pulls her phone from her pocket, pushes a few buttons, and a message opens up. She gives it to Cas.
“Remember that text I got a few months back? The one that lead me to dad? Sam said you could translate these symbols. No idea what it says, but whoever sent his led us to dad, so I want to thank them.”
She goes, leaving the front door open. The sun’s behind clouds and shadows fall across Cas as he translates the words.
His hand goes slack. He translates them again, and again, and again. His vision blurs and his hand starts to shake and he knows. He lets out a laugh, a hearty, human laugh, and looks up.
“I will,” He says, past the roof, past the sky. He leaves the phone on the table. The symbols unscramble themselves, and spell out the words:
‘Live well, Son’
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