Fic: MMOM #6: Splash (Dean/Castiel)
Title: Splash
Author: eggblue
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R (for wee!Winchester non-graphic sexuality, pre-SPN Xmas ep)
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Dean, and Castiel are not belong to me.
Word Count: 1100
Notes: This was written because some wing!porn muses of mine mentioned public pools and wings. This is what my mind did with it - apologies! I also blame 80s movies about starmen and mermaids and aliens who fall in love with humans. Those silly 80s…
Dean would swear the man had wings.
He’s been outside soaking in the hot sun for hours, but it wasn’t heat stroke. He saw what he saw. Dean might have been 11, but he wasn’t stupid. Dad said he could even make his own sawed-off next semester if the school had a shop class.
The pool was crowded though. Lots of families in ugly suits and cheap sunglasses. It was kinda fun, he figured. There were usually other kids around, and nobody really bothered them.
Sammy liked it too. He would practice diving off the side of the deep end until Dean told him to stop. He would practice till he got it perfect. Dean didn’t really care, as long as Sammy was happy, and safe.
It was hard to imagine any scary stuff going down at the pool, but stranger things have happened. Still, it was a better day than most.
So Dean thought it was kind of weird to see wings on a guy, or whatever they were.
He was swimming near the floating divide between the 6-foot-deep end of the swimming lanes and the drop-off to the 11-foot-deep diving pool. Considering he was 5-feet tall and lanky, most of the pool was too deep to stand in. But Dean liked to swim underwater best. It was quiet down there, with weird echoing sounds, where people didn’t think you were looking at them.
Most looked like mushroom legs, bouncing around on the bottom. Smaller limbs flew in all directions as younger kids chased each other. Balls of bubbles crashed into the surface with each diving body.
But that guy, he was different. He had been standing there for the past 20 minutes, not really moving at all. Not even his head. Just staring with his eyes, lingering on different groups of people. He just wore a bright blue speedo, kind of plain-looking, but he kept his hands crossed in front of him the whole time.
Dean couldn’t read anything from his expression, but his instincts didn’t tell him anything either. Dean usually had a feeling about people; he prided himself on it, in fact. Sammy thought he was kidding himself, but Dean knew it. This guy though, he just looked calm. His hair was wet and kind of sticking up all over, like straw or feathers or something. Even from here, he knew the man’s eyes were blue.
Beneath the water, that was the interesting part.
He figured it was a mirage, because the sun reflected off the pool in blinding flashes. Or maybe he’d inhaled too much chlorine. Because he could have sworn that under the water, that man had wings. Or, whatever they were. He just saw two white, like, triangles behind the man’s legs. But they seemed to move and shift in the water. They looked like feathers too, like his hair, but white instead of black. And softer.
Dean went through the repertoire of monsters in his head but he couldn’t remember any of them having wings. It didn’t make any sense. Dad had never hunted something with wings, as far as he knew. Dad didn’t always tell him everything either; he knew that too.
He went to move closer, always watching underwater, but he had to come up a few times before he got close enough. In the space of an instant, the man had disappeared. Not left, just disappeared. One second Dean was heading straight for him, and the next, he was nowhere to be found…
He heard the thud before he felt it.
The next thing he knew, everything went black.
He hears the voices of other children, loud shrieks of laughter coming from all around. He hears splashing water. The pool.
Dean opens his eyes to the sun, and it hurts. He feels a firm hand pressing down over his heart, then another pressing a cool palm over his eyes.
“Dad?” Though it can’t be.
“Shhh,” he hears instead. It’s so soft and gentle. His hand is so cool over his eyes. He opens his eyes, and this time he sees a silhouette against the sun, with hair sticking out in all directions.
“Hello,” Dean rasps. He feels the man’s smile more than he sees it. He can’t see his face very clearly, just a black shadow with a halo of sunlight… and two black arches trailing out from either side of him.
He knows now what he sees. He doesn’t believe it.
Then the shadow man is gone. Dean is left with nothing but his wet trunks and sunlight glaring down on him.
He feels warm suddenly, light-headed. He feels the towel beneath him, and the uneven grass beneath that, and the curve and movement of the Earth beneath that, as it races through the universe, and the sky stretching out before him, and the sun above that, making every inch of his body feel warm and full. He feels himself get stiff, for the first time in public, and he doesn’t even know if anyone is there, if anyone even sees him, because he can do nothing but feel.
He still sees the wings. He feels crazy even thinking about it, but he saw them, he saw them…
The next time he wakes up, he has no idea how long it’s been. The sun is still hot, but it feels colder to him now, less intense. He finds he can sit up, but there’s a weariness to his entire body that’s different. He’s never felt this dazed before, but that could probably be explained by the soreness at the back of his head.
“Dean!”
It’s Sammy. Oh God, Sammy…
“Hey! Sammy - over here!” Dean tries three times to get it out. His body doesn’t seem to have the energy to yell.
“I couldn’t find you! I just looked here! I looked all over…”
Sammy is sobbing and Dean just holds him. “I’m here, I’m here. I’m always here, Sammy.” He says it until Sammy knows he means it. He doesn’t say a word about the angel. Sammy doesn’t know yet; he doesn’t know about any of it. Dean doesn’t want to start filling his head with it, not when there would be so many questions, and Dean doesn’t even know himself.
Besides, he is good at keeping secrets. Sammy doesn’t even know what the family business is yet.
The End
Author: eggblue
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R (for wee!Winchester non-graphic sexuality, pre-SPN Xmas ep)
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Dean, and Castiel are not belong to me.
Word Count: 1100
Notes: This was written because some wing!porn muses of mine mentioned public pools and wings. This is what my mind did with it - apologies! I also blame 80s movies about starmen and mermaids and aliens who fall in love with humans. Those silly 80s…
Dean would swear the man had wings.
He’s been outside soaking in the hot sun for hours, but it wasn’t heat stroke. He saw what he saw. Dean might have been 11, but he wasn’t stupid. Dad said he could even make his own sawed-off next semester if the school had a shop class.
The pool was crowded though. Lots of families in ugly suits and cheap sunglasses. It was kinda fun, he figured. There were usually other kids around, and nobody really bothered them.
Sammy liked it too. He would practice diving off the side of the deep end until Dean told him to stop. He would practice till he got it perfect. Dean didn’t really care, as long as Sammy was happy, and safe.
It was hard to imagine any scary stuff going down at the pool, but stranger things have happened. Still, it was a better day than most.
So Dean thought it was kind of weird to see wings on a guy, or whatever they were.
He was swimming near the floating divide between the 6-foot-deep end of the swimming lanes and the drop-off to the 11-foot-deep diving pool. Considering he was 5-feet tall and lanky, most of the pool was too deep to stand in. But Dean liked to swim underwater best. It was quiet down there, with weird echoing sounds, where people didn’t think you were looking at them.
Most looked like mushroom legs, bouncing around on the bottom. Smaller limbs flew in all directions as younger kids chased each other. Balls of bubbles crashed into the surface with each diving body.
But that guy, he was different. He had been standing there for the past 20 minutes, not really moving at all. Not even his head. Just staring with his eyes, lingering on different groups of people. He just wore a bright blue speedo, kind of plain-looking, but he kept his hands crossed in front of him the whole time.
Dean couldn’t read anything from his expression, but his instincts didn’t tell him anything either. Dean usually had a feeling about people; he prided himself on it, in fact. Sammy thought he was kidding himself, but Dean knew it. This guy though, he just looked calm. His hair was wet and kind of sticking up all over, like straw or feathers or something. Even from here, he knew the man’s eyes were blue.
Beneath the water, that was the interesting part.
He figured it was a mirage, because the sun reflected off the pool in blinding flashes. Or maybe he’d inhaled too much chlorine. Because he could have sworn that under the water, that man had wings. Or, whatever they were. He just saw two white, like, triangles behind the man’s legs. But they seemed to move and shift in the water. They looked like feathers too, like his hair, but white instead of black. And softer.
Dean went through the repertoire of monsters in his head but he couldn’t remember any of them having wings. It didn’t make any sense. Dad had never hunted something with wings, as far as he knew. Dad didn’t always tell him everything either; he knew that too.
He went to move closer, always watching underwater, but he had to come up a few times before he got close enough. In the space of an instant, the man had disappeared. Not left, just disappeared. One second Dean was heading straight for him, and the next, he was nowhere to be found…
He heard the thud before he felt it.
The next thing he knew, everything went black.
He hears the voices of other children, loud shrieks of laughter coming from all around. He hears splashing water. The pool.
Dean opens his eyes to the sun, and it hurts. He feels a firm hand pressing down over his heart, then another pressing a cool palm over his eyes.
“Dad?” Though it can’t be.
“Shhh,” he hears instead. It’s so soft and gentle. His hand is so cool over his eyes. He opens his eyes, and this time he sees a silhouette against the sun, with hair sticking out in all directions.
“Hello,” Dean rasps. He feels the man’s smile more than he sees it. He can’t see his face very clearly, just a black shadow with a halo of sunlight… and two black arches trailing out from either side of him.
He knows now what he sees. He doesn’t believe it.
Then the shadow man is gone. Dean is left with nothing but his wet trunks and sunlight glaring down on him.
He feels warm suddenly, light-headed. He feels the towel beneath him, and the uneven grass beneath that, and the curve and movement of the Earth beneath that, as it races through the universe, and the sky stretching out before him, and the sun above that, making every inch of his body feel warm and full. He feels himself get stiff, for the first time in public, and he doesn’t even know if anyone is there, if anyone even sees him, because he can do nothing but feel.
He still sees the wings. He feels crazy even thinking about it, but he saw them, he saw them…
The next time he wakes up, he has no idea how long it’s been. The sun is still hot, but it feels colder to him now, less intense. He finds he can sit up, but there’s a weariness to his entire body that’s different. He’s never felt this dazed before, but that could probably be explained by the soreness at the back of his head.
“Dean!”
It’s Sammy. Oh God, Sammy…
“Hey! Sammy - over here!” Dean tries three times to get it out. His body doesn’t seem to have the energy to yell.
“I couldn’t find you! I just looked here! I looked all over…”
Sammy is sobbing and Dean just holds him. “I’m here, I’m here. I’m always here, Sammy.” He says it until Sammy knows he means it. He doesn’t say a word about the angel. Sammy doesn’t know yet; he doesn’t know about any of it. Dean doesn’t want to start filling his head with it, not when there would be so many questions, and Dean doesn’t even know himself.
Besides, he is good at keeping secrets. Sammy doesn’t even know what the family business is yet.
The End