[Fic/Art] Dean's Champion
Title: Dean's Champion
Author: cugami Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash, Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Season 6
Warnings: none
Word Count: 500
Summary: Dean would always remember the day Cas left. It was perfect by anyone’s standards.
Note: This is a companion piece to What Price Victory
Dean would always remember the day Cas left. It was perfect by anyone’s standards. The sky was clear, the sun was up, the breeze was steady and cool. Even animals seemed to cooperate. The domesticated ones were quiet, while the wild ones were tamed. The world stood still, pretty much. Except for humans. Humans were their usual selves, loud and chaotic.
And Dean was very human. They’d had a one-sided argument, where Dean did the yelling and Cas just continued with his instructions.
“If I have not returned in an earth week-”
“No.”
“-it is because I have failed and likely died in battle.”
“Shut up, Cas.”
“Listen to me, Dean. You will need the Holy Grail, which I have kept in a place where we first met.”
“I don’t fucking care about this Holy Grail, you-”
“You can use it to summon anyone to champion your cause and protect your world. Pick someone strong enough from all your myths, even among the pagan gods, and it will answer your call.”
What Cas didn’t tell Dean but somehow managed to tell Sam was that the Holy Grail would need a sacrifice. Some exchange, yet another deal to be made because nothing on earth would ever be exempt from the law of equivalent trade. One life for a champion.
And that Cas had already begun the ritual, but left Dean to do the summoning. The last remnants of Cas’ presence in the mark on Dean’s arm would suffice as authority, apparently.
Meanwhile, Cas’ death was the fucking sacrifice.
Dean stared at the dumb ugly thing called the Holy Grail, it was made of wood and he found it in the grave he dug himself out of. Sentimental son of a bitch, he cursed silently while firmly glaring at an angel’s last gift.
“What’s to stop me from summoning Cas, huh?” He threw the question at Sam, who was being a chick and giving Dean the unneeded space fifteen feet away. Bitch.
“You might regret it, Dean,” Sam said. “Far as I understood, it’d be something like a golem. Part earth, part sacred, and the will of our chosen champion.”
“I hate you,” he whispered, gripping the wooden cup hard enough that should’ve cracked it if there hadn’t been some sort of blessing on it.
Eve was still out there. Raphael would soon recover enough strength to bring the apocalypse. It was too much. This was too much.
“Cas…”
And then he felt it. He pivoted and ran straight into the forest, beyond the burnt ground of Cas’ grace when he’d brought Dean back. Cas was nearby.
He didn’t know how, maybe starting the summon had given him a two-way radio to Cas. And frankly, right now, he didn’t give a flying fuck on the details.
“Dean! What? Where are you going?!” It didn’t matter where Dean was going. Sam would be right there with him, already catching up.
Dean almost grinned. Almost.
It’d be okay. Cas would win.
fin
THEN the What Price Victory happened.
I want to animate the wings flaring out but that'd take time. Maybe another day.
This is the blue/green version I played with because I felt the noon setting had the wings and the grass fighting for dominance instead of complimenting each other. Brighter colors separated them at least.
And, I'm sort of tempted to have these printed... then plaster them on my wall. lol
.... I should probably make a proper archive.
Author: cugami Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash, Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Season 6
Warnings: none
Word Count: 500
Summary: Dean would always remember the day Cas left. It was perfect by anyone’s standards.
Note: This is a companion piece to What Price Victory
Dean would always remember the day Cas left. It was perfect by anyone’s standards. The sky was clear, the sun was up, the breeze was steady and cool. Even animals seemed to cooperate. The domesticated ones were quiet, while the wild ones were tamed. The world stood still, pretty much. Except for humans. Humans were their usual selves, loud and chaotic.
And Dean was very human. They’d had a one-sided argument, where Dean did the yelling and Cas just continued with his instructions.
“If I have not returned in an earth week-”
“No.”
“-it is because I have failed and likely died in battle.”
“Shut up, Cas.”
“Listen to me, Dean. You will need the Holy Grail, which I have kept in a place where we first met.”
“I don’t fucking care about this Holy Grail, you-”
“You can use it to summon anyone to champion your cause and protect your world. Pick someone strong enough from all your myths, even among the pagan gods, and it will answer your call.”
What Cas didn’t tell Dean but somehow managed to tell Sam was that the Holy Grail would need a sacrifice. Some exchange, yet another deal to be made because nothing on earth would ever be exempt from the law of equivalent trade. One life for a champion.
And that Cas had already begun the ritual, but left Dean to do the summoning. The last remnants of Cas’ presence in the mark on Dean’s arm would suffice as authority, apparently.
Meanwhile, Cas’ death was the fucking sacrifice.
Dean stared at the dumb ugly thing called the Holy Grail, it was made of wood and he found it in the grave he dug himself out of. Sentimental son of a bitch, he cursed silently while firmly glaring at an angel’s last gift.
“What’s to stop me from summoning Cas, huh?” He threw the question at Sam, who was being a chick and giving Dean the unneeded space fifteen feet away. Bitch.
“You might regret it, Dean,” Sam said. “Far as I understood, it’d be something like a golem. Part earth, part sacred, and the will of our chosen champion.”
“I hate you,” he whispered, gripping the wooden cup hard enough that should’ve cracked it if there hadn’t been some sort of blessing on it.
Eve was still out there. Raphael would soon recover enough strength to bring the apocalypse. It was too much. This was too much.
“Cas…”
And then he felt it. He pivoted and ran straight into the forest, beyond the burnt ground of Cas’ grace when he’d brought Dean back. Cas was nearby.
He didn’t know how, maybe starting the summon had given him a two-way radio to Cas. And frankly, right now, he didn’t give a flying fuck on the details.
“Dean! What? Where are you going?!” It didn’t matter where Dean was going. Sam would be right there with him, already catching up.
Dean almost grinned. Almost.
It’d be okay. Cas would win.
fin
THEN the What Price Victory happened.
I want to animate the wings flaring out but that'd take time. Maybe another day.
This is the blue/green version I played with because I felt the noon setting had the wings and the grass fighting for dominance instead of complimenting each other. Brighter colors separated them at least.
And, I'm sort of tempted to have these printed... then plaster them on my wall. lol
.... I should probably make a proper archive.