Body/Soul: Castiel
Summary: Things get easier for Dean in Purgatory, and harder for Castiel, as their relationship evolves. This is part two of two.
Ships: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: End of season 7
Rating: PG13
Words: 944
Disclaimer: Not my property, I make no profit
Reviews: Yes please!
( part 1)
Castiel is a body that isn’t really his, and a grace that’s steadily evaporating like sweat off his skin. He supposes an angel must be other things too (what was Anna when she fell? But Castiel’s fall was not like) Anna’s and he never did mourn her did he?
there are trees in Purgatory but no insects to pollinate them which means that they live without creating life which means they must be held in stasis in an environment without an ecosystem which is an impossible way of living like an insect without it’s colony and even Michael and Lucifer have each other in Hell but he shouldn’t be mourning because at least he has
Dean.
Castiel is purpose, and that’s one thing that has not changed. He draws some comfort from that. Castiel is a warrior (of God), he has to be (he has to fight) to protect Dean. And himself. Not that he’s above sitting in an arena waiting for the lions, but (“We’re getting out of here together, Cas, or not at all. Understand?”).
Fighting reminds Castiel of who he once was (of God). Which is helpful. It helps him focus. Fending off creatures with his hands. Burning them away with holy wrath. Keeping track of how many are left. What their positions are. How they attack. Dean is at his back, in the corner of his eye. And Castiel knows, and feels, the life and death of every soul that he once made a part of himself. He forces himself not to think of that. He’s mostly successful.
But when the fighting is done it’s a struggle to not reflect on the fact that he just smote the soul of a werewolf who in life was named Glen, and that Glen was a man (of God) of faith. Of course the soul can’t truly be killed, just subjected to a great deal of pain as it dissolves for the time being.
Like his own vessel dissolved in a river.
But only for the time being.
and that was a flagrant violation of the rules and why does God bother to set rules in the first place if He’s just going to break them and in the unlikely event that Castiel one day meets his Father he’ll have to remember to ask Him about that although maybe Castiel should just ask himself after what he did and what he became and these souls probably have some questions of their own about the pain they were subjected to when Castiel took them when all they ever did was live and die according to the rules set by his Father who must be alive to punish Castiel with life because why would He care enough to give Castiel the chance to
Fix it.
Castiel is purpose and purpose requires focus. Even when he’s not fighting Castiel has things to focus on if he and Dean are going to escape. Keeping to the path. Finding shelter. Watching out for Dean.
But there are things that Castiel can’t watch out for. Like the fact that as time goes on, the less Dean talks about getting out. The more he seems at peace in Purgatory. And Dean’s peace unsettles Castiel.
He doesn’t know what to make of it. Though he supposes that Dean has always unsettled him in one way or another.
Castiel is purpose. But Dean is blood and skin and sweat and breath and he makes Castiel live and feel in the body that’s not really his as he never has before. He makes Castiel focus. On sensation. On skin. The softness of Dean’s lips and the callouses on his fingers. Soothing caresses and sharp bites. How to make Dean sigh and how to make him moan and how to make him gasp out Castiel’s name in one wrecked syllable.
And Cas knows that it doesn’t mean what it would (at home) on earth. He knows that when he goes down on Dean in an improbably located cabin in a forest with plenty of trees but no insects, that it’s due to adrenaline and camaraderie and isolation from human society doing away with Dean’s inhibitions. And he expects nothing else.
But sometimes (often) (every time) it occurs to Castiel that what it is, especially, is trust. And then it occurs to him, that Dean is caring for him in return. And that’s somewhat more difficult to comprehend than the physical sensations that Dean is drawing out of him. It’s a bit much. It’s a bit too much. It’s much more than Castiel can handle because it’s more than just skin, it’s trust and care, and Castiel hasn’t fixed anything, only tries because Dean needs him to. And it’s Dean’s breath that’s hot on his neck. And Dean’s hands that are on him. And Castiel wants to die. He wants to die, but he’s selfish, and more than death he wants to hold on to Dean. He wants him. He wants. He loves.
there is a love that angels are supposed to have for creation for each other for their Father and Castiel had that love and a piece was broken off and put back wrong with edges and corners out of place stabbing and tearing at him but it’s precious it’s (more than the dead more than) the world to him and it’s
Dean.
A bit more of Castiel’s grace evaporates with the sweat off his skin
Ships: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: End of season 7
Rating: PG13
Words: 944
Disclaimer: Not my property, I make no profit
Reviews: Yes please!
( part 1)
Castiel is a body that isn’t really his, and a grace that’s steadily evaporating like sweat off his skin. He supposes an angel must be other things too (what was Anna when she fell? But Castiel’s fall was not like) Anna’s and he never did mourn her did he?
there are trees in Purgatory but no insects to pollinate them which means that they live without creating life which means they must be held in stasis in an environment without an ecosystem which is an impossible way of living like an insect without it’s colony and even Michael and Lucifer have each other in Hell but he shouldn’t be mourning because at least he has
Dean.
Castiel is purpose, and that’s one thing that has not changed. He draws some comfort from that. Castiel is a warrior (of God), he has to be (he has to fight) to protect Dean. And himself. Not that he’s above sitting in an arena waiting for the lions, but (“We’re getting out of here together, Cas, or not at all. Understand?”).
Fighting reminds Castiel of who he once was (of God). Which is helpful. It helps him focus. Fending off creatures with his hands. Burning them away with holy wrath. Keeping track of how many are left. What their positions are. How they attack. Dean is at his back, in the corner of his eye. And Castiel knows, and feels, the life and death of every soul that he once made a part of himself. He forces himself not to think of that. He’s mostly successful.
But when the fighting is done it’s a struggle to not reflect on the fact that he just smote the soul of a werewolf who in life was named Glen, and that Glen was a man (of God) of faith. Of course the soul can’t truly be killed, just subjected to a great deal of pain as it dissolves for the time being.
Like his own vessel dissolved in a river.
But only for the time being.
and that was a flagrant violation of the rules and why does God bother to set rules in the first place if He’s just going to break them and in the unlikely event that Castiel one day meets his Father he’ll have to remember to ask Him about that although maybe Castiel should just ask himself after what he did and what he became and these souls probably have some questions of their own about the pain they were subjected to when Castiel took them when all they ever did was live and die according to the rules set by his Father who must be alive to punish Castiel with life because why would He care enough to give Castiel the chance to
Fix it.
Castiel is purpose and purpose requires focus. Even when he’s not fighting Castiel has things to focus on if he and Dean are going to escape. Keeping to the path. Finding shelter. Watching out for Dean.
But there are things that Castiel can’t watch out for. Like the fact that as time goes on, the less Dean talks about getting out. The more he seems at peace in Purgatory. And Dean’s peace unsettles Castiel.
He doesn’t know what to make of it. Though he supposes that Dean has always unsettled him in one way or another.
Castiel is purpose. But Dean is blood and skin and sweat and breath and he makes Castiel live and feel in the body that’s not really his as he never has before. He makes Castiel focus. On sensation. On skin. The softness of Dean’s lips and the callouses on his fingers. Soothing caresses and sharp bites. How to make Dean sigh and how to make him moan and how to make him gasp out Castiel’s name in one wrecked syllable.
And Cas knows that it doesn’t mean what it would (at home) on earth. He knows that when he goes down on Dean in an improbably located cabin in a forest with plenty of trees but no insects, that it’s due to adrenaline and camaraderie and isolation from human society doing away with Dean’s inhibitions. And he expects nothing else.
But sometimes (often) (every time) it occurs to Castiel that what it is, especially, is trust. And then it occurs to him, that Dean is caring for him in return. And that’s somewhat more difficult to comprehend than the physical sensations that Dean is drawing out of him. It’s a bit much. It’s a bit too much. It’s much more than Castiel can handle because it’s more than just skin, it’s trust and care, and Castiel hasn’t fixed anything, only tries because Dean needs him to. And it’s Dean’s breath that’s hot on his neck. And Dean’s hands that are on him. And Castiel wants to die. He wants to die, but he’s selfish, and more than death he wants to hold on to Dean. He wants him. He wants. He loves.
there is a love that angels are supposed to have for creation for each other for their Father and Castiel had that love and a piece was broken off and put back wrong with edges and corners out of place stabbing and tearing at him but it’s precious it’s (more than the dead more than) the world to him and it’s
Dean.
A bit more of Castiel’s grace evaporates with the sweat off his skin