fic: Kasti-El, Angel of Steel, and the Impala of Solitude (Dean/Castiel)
Fic: Kasti-El, Angel of Steel, and the Impala of Solitude
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R, for swearing
Word Count: 2,600
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
Spoilers: Takes place in S5. Major spoilers for Superman Returns, ha.
Summary: Dean and Cas are Lois and Clark - with pie. Also, Superman + Christmas + angels. Slightly cracky with a dollop of schmoop.
for moodswingers, the prettiest golden-eyed Lucifer ever. ♥
*
“We’re hiding out from Zachariah in a diner in the middle of Buttfucking Nowhere, Minnesota and it’s Christmas fucking Eve.”
“Dean!”
“Oh shut up. It’s Christmas and I’m with an angel and it still does me no good whatsoever.”
“You miss your brother.”
An image flashed into Dean’s head about where Sam might actually be right now, and none of it was good. “You really need to just stop talking.”
“Sam will return soon with the golden sword just as Anna promised. Until then…”
“I know, I know, we just have to wait and hide and hope none of your friends show up.”
“They are not my friends.”
“I know, Cas. Just… eat something, would you? It weirds people out when you never eat. It’s a holiday - have some…” - Dean glanced around until he found what he was looking for - “there, a whole case of pie. You’re having some pie.”
“I don’t need pie.”
“Whatever, you’re in my world now. Deal with it.” He replaced his prissy-stern angel-repelling face with a flirty smile for the waitress and flagged her down.
Dean knew Castiel was paying no attention as he ordered, but was instead scanning the face of everyone in the diner, measuring their souls with his angel equations, or whatever it was he did.
“So, you find anything?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary.” Castiel looked nothing but sad.
“I’ll take ordinary any day. Old folks, truck drivers, kids reading comic books.”
“That’s just what you see.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Dean took in the waitress delivering coffee and pie to their table, the snow that seemed to be floating in the night, and wondered what Castiel could be thinking. “Apocalypse or no, what’s to be sad about tonight?”
Castiel’s eyes swirled deep blue and aching. “Nothing to be spoken of.”
Dean hated the thought of Castiel wishing for something he couldn’t even name. He really, really did. “So, you know any carols to sing?”
Castiel just sighed.
“Come on, man, you’re not even eating your pie.”
Castiel stuck his fork in the middle of the pie, cracking the buttery sugar crust on top and letting the steam and sugar stewed cherries rise up. He shoveled a forkful into his mouth.
“That’s one way.” Dean watched his angel take a bite and at least pretended everything was normal for a moment. “Tell me, Cas.”
He paused his fork. “Alright, Dean. That boy reading the comic books.”
“Yeah?”
“He has leukemia, and reading about indestructible super beings defeating villains bent on destroying the universe makes him feel better.”
“Oh. Right.” Dean watched Castiel continue to eat, feeling like it’s a little obscene to still be eating pie like that, but knowing that it’s only because he’s trying to follow Dean’s instructions, and he can do absolutely nothing to help the boy. “That’s good. If it makes him feel better.” Yeah, he really hated holidays still.
“You used to read comic books, Dean.”
“Yeah. Wait, how do you know that?”
“Because I’ve seen you.”
Dean paused, his fork raised. Creepy angels. “Yeah. Well, I used to be, when I was a kid,” he waved his fork in explanation.
“Because you thought your father was like Batman.”
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, maybe.” He shrugged with his fork again. “Batman was all bad ass and had a cool car. But he had to travel with Robin, the Boy Wonder, heh. Gayest sidekick ever.”
“The Boy Wonder.” Castiel smiled. “Yes.”
Dean ignored him. “He was always getting into trouble and Batman had to rescue his ass, like, every night. This annoying little kid who followed him around and everyone thought they were doing it. Heh.”
Castiel stared at Dean. Then slowly lowered his eyes back to the pie.
“Remember Catwoman, though? She was hot.” Dean shook his head. “Man, the stupid stuff I used to believe in.”
“You still believe in heroes.”
“Nah, just people doing the best they can. Too many people think they’re heroes. You think you’re a hero, and…”
“The gods bring you down.”
Dean ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. That’s kind of a cynical idea, Cas.”
“It’s a very old idea.”
Dean nodded. Whatever. “Superman was cooler than Batman anyway, even though his alter ego Clark Kent was kind of wussy.”
“He is the strongest man on Earth.”
“Yeah, but he wasn’t even a man. He was an alien. Born on Krypton.”
“His home is destroyed and he is the last of its people.”
“Right. Though of course later other Kryptonians show up and they’re all dicks who want to kill him, so it’s, like, even worse.”
Castiel nodded.
“He was raised human so he’s different. In Kansas, even.”
“You were raised in Kansas.”
“Well, technically yeah, but…” Dean shrugged. “I didn’t exactly grow up on a farm with Ma and Pa Kent.”
“Clark Kent left home when his father died. He went to the Fortress of Solitude.”
“Sure, fanboy.”
“Fanboy?”
“Never mind. Hey, Cas, do you have a Fortress of Solitude hidden somewhere? An angel hideout?”
“There is no place for a hideout. No paradise on Earth.”
Jesus, this guy… “Lois, though. There’s a cool chick.”
“She is bossy, and loud, and always puts her life in danger.”
Dean ignored him again. “Yeah, a fun girl. She would bitch to Clark all day long and then when Superman got to save her, he would get to take her back to the Fortress so she could show him her extreme gratitude. Awesome.”
“That is troubling, Dean.”
“Nah, just a little kinky. I mean, eventually they get married. And possibly have a baby, which is kind of weird. I don’t know, I watch too many movies on crappy cable. I mean, he’s Superman. Total vanilla.”
“Superman marries Lois.”
“Yeah. Well, Clark Kent does. After Superman dies and comes back as pure light energy or some shit. There were imposters… you know, you must have read this too. Because you’re so nosy and everything.”
“Superman is a father.”
“I know, right? I mean, the whole cross-species fucking thing, and all. How do they even have sex without, like, blowing Lois’ brains out literally?”
“Literally.”
“Forget it.”
“Superman is a man.”
“No, he’s an alien who just looks like a man. He has heat vision and super speed and… he can fly. Like you, if you weren’t so wussy.”
“Wussy like Clark.”
“Yeah, you’re like - emo Clark. Get you a pair of glasses, you’re set.”
“I’m set.”
“Glasses, a Fortress, and,” Dean started laughing, “Lois.”
“You’re laughing about Nevada. Again.”
“Man, that is never going to stop being funny. The look on your face…”
“You need to stop taking me to those places.” Castiel waited, as he always did.
“Ok, so, maybe Lois will be last. Give you a little more time on that.”
“How can Lois and Superman be married? He has no purpose being…”
“He’s a man, Cas. A man has needs.”
“He can save the world. He doesn’t need to waste time.”
“Are you calling my girl Lois a waste of time? Dude, have you seen the rack on this chick?”
“No.”
Whatever. “Besides that, you know maybe he wants a family. He’s the last of his kind and all. Some support would be nice when Lex Luthor’s on your ass all the time.”
“He made a family because he wanted one.”
“Yeah, sure, why not. If you’re gonna be a sucker enough to want that kind of hell, go for it.”
“But family is important to you.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s because it’s mine. What choice did I have? You don’t choose your family… unless you can, I guess. But we can’t all choose.”
“How do you think Lois and Superman make a family, Dean?”
“You mean, literally?”
Castiel sighed, very slowly. “Yes, literally.”
“Someone’s getting curious…”
“Dean.”
He stuck out his lower lip and shrugged. “Like everyone else I guess. But Lois is on top.”
“On top of what?”
Dean closed his eyes. “On top of Superman?”
Castiel nodded.
“You still don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“No, I don’t.”
Dean went to grab for props in his demonstration but he decided against it. “Never mind. Hey, wait a second. Cas? Did you just eat that whole pie?”
“It was very good.”
“You’re not supposed to eat a whole pie. Ah man, poor Jimmy.”
“My vessel is fine.”
“I’ve seen Jimmy eat hamburgers, and yeah, it’s kind of sickening, but I doubt he eats whole pies in one sitting.”
“Thank you for the pie.”
Dean still didn’t trust it. “Maybe we should sit here a minute, make sure you’re ok.”
“Dean, I’m…”
Dean watched Castiel freeze in place and his entire face turn green before the angel lost an entire cherry pie on the formica dining table.
“Goddamn it, Cas!”
“Is it over?”
“You tell me! I swear, I can’t take you anywhere.”
*
The next day, Dean was cursing his luck at the fact that apparently Zachariah has read comic books too. Or at least is familiar with the concept of megalomania.
“It is no matter if you are willing to cooperate with me or not. Michael will be here soon, and then you will know true pain. The world will soon be ours.” The angel stood with his minions, stupid-looking for sure, but apparently smart enough to track down a single hunter in the middle of a snowstorm.
Who was stupid enough himself to take a stack of comics to the hospital room of a sick little boy the day after his angel learned how to projectile vomit in public. Oh well. “Not if I can help it.” He wanted to look tough, he really did, but it was hard when you were tied up like a damsel in distress on the railroad tracks over some cheap hospital chapel altar.
Just then, Castiel walked into the room like a bad ass. “Me too. Not if I can help it either.” He tried sometimes, he really did.
“You? What can you do to stop me? This world has made you weak, Castiel.” Zachariah raised his knife high over Dean, surely for dramatic effect. The angel could give him stomach cancer, watch him die, and bring him back to life for all of eternity. Knives were surely just for show.
Castiel wouldn’t let up though. “No, I am Dean’s angel, and I will not warn you again. Let him go.”
Zachariah started to laugh, and Dean remembered wanting to puke himself at the sound.
But then he was in Castiel’s arms, just like that. “Cas? How did you find me?”
His eyes had never looked more blue. “I know you, Dean. You like to save your sidekicks.”
“My what??”
And then, they were gone. Zachariah was gone, and the hospital, and the world as Dean knew it, really, because he was in an angel’s arms and he felt nothing but the rush of air and heard nothing but the rustled whip of wings and the world had never looked more beautiful or more strange.
“Don’t let go,” he whispered.
“I won’t.” Castiel flew.
*
When Dean awoke, it seemed that forever had passed, but it was only night. Ice crystals made patterns on the glass, frozen rain where it had fallen on the ground, over everything.
Castiel.
Dean looked up at him, quiet and waiting for him to do just this - for him to wake up and open his eyes and find his head in an angel’s lap, safe and alone and taken care of. It wasn’t a question. “You brought me back here.”
“Yes.”
“What? No Fortress of Solitude?”
“I didn’t have one, Dean, so I took to yours.”
Dean just smiled. “You flew with me. With real wings, and everything.” He knew he sounded like an idiot, but he just woke up from flying, so he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Castiel smiled back. “I even used wings.”
“So, faster than a speeding bullet, huh?”
“Much faster.”
Dean laughed until he couldn’t stop. Yeah, he was a dork, but Castiel’s smile reached all over his face so he didn’t care so much right now. He decided to go with it. “I’m kind of grateful to you, you know.”
“I’m just doing my job… ma’am.” Castiel’s voice faltered on the last part.
And Dean just froze. Right. Now was really not the time to care. A boy was dying in the hospital and Apocalypse was pretty much now and an angel just carried him across the sky. An angel who didn’t know the meaning of selfishness besides what he’d learned from Dean himself. Or his kind. Ok, then. If Superman needed Lois, he could be Lois, easy. At least she had attitude. And perhaps monumental obliviousness. He smiled even bigger. “I know, but I’m so good at getting into trouble.”
“Yes, you are.” Fear crept into Castiel’s eyes, just a little.
“Is there any way I could possibly repay you?” Play it broad, Dean told himself. Give Cas a chance. Let him have this.
Castiel kept his fingers in Dean’s hair, petting and pleading with his hands, not speaking, not even willing to look him in the eye for more than an instant.
Dean waited for him, knowing he couldn’t move any further.
After all, Superman had to give up on Krypton eventually, make peace with the destruction of his homeworld and any family he might have had, left with only his father’s voice to guide him through this strange new place.
Castiel’s family was flying above them, his home floating somewhere over their heads in some unreachable place that neither of them will ever see again, the voice of his father silent and deathly and cold. Oh, Cas.
Well, Lois could save him sometimes, too, couldn’t she? His antagonistic, pain-in-the-ass, look-first-and-ask-questions-later, partner, Lois.
He had to move slow, so Castiel wouldn’t disappear. He had to expect something not-human; not weird, but rare. Castiel wasn’t even like other angels. No, he was Castiel. And Dean was possibly the only human in the entire universe, in the entire span of time, who might get to do this. Rare, unique -
Dean closed his eyes. “Don’t say ‘special’.”
Castiel’s were too bright, too scared. “What?”
“It’s nothing.” So he kissed him. A kiss like any other kiss, but with whatever feelings he could muster up, with all the thoughts of all the things that Castiel was.
Castiel, whose hands were still in his hair, grabbing at strands too short to hold on to. Castiel, who was sweating in the freezing car, hot up against Dean’s chest, and shivering too, humming the tiniest of moans whenever Dean’s thoughts spoke of believing in him, and trusting him, and thinking him good and true.
It was good, too. Dean always thought he hated surprises. Maybe good ones aren’t so bad. Maybe good ones who make good entrances and save the day, if not the world.
Even if they were humiliated by the world on a daily basis, and frightened by the thought of this and this alone.
Dean pulled away from Castiel as much as he would allow and smiled as big as he could.
Castiel smiled back. “One thing though.”
“What is it?” Dean couldn’t possibly feel this breathless, could he?
Castiel’s face went completely straight. “I don’t wear spandex.”
*
the end... or is it?
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R, for swearing
Word Count: 2,600
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
Spoilers: Takes place in S5. Major spoilers for Superman Returns, ha.
Summary: Dean and Cas are Lois and Clark - with pie. Also, Superman + Christmas + angels. Slightly cracky with a dollop of schmoop.
for moodswingers, the prettiest golden-eyed Lucifer ever. ♥
*
“We’re hiding out from Zachariah in a diner in the middle of Buttfucking Nowhere, Minnesota and it’s Christmas fucking Eve.”
“Dean!”
“Oh shut up. It’s Christmas and I’m with an angel and it still does me no good whatsoever.”
“You miss your brother.”
An image flashed into Dean’s head about where Sam might actually be right now, and none of it was good. “You really need to just stop talking.”
“Sam will return soon with the golden sword just as Anna promised. Until then…”
“I know, I know, we just have to wait and hide and hope none of your friends show up.”
“They are not my friends.”
“I know, Cas. Just… eat something, would you? It weirds people out when you never eat. It’s a holiday - have some…” - Dean glanced around until he found what he was looking for - “there, a whole case of pie. You’re having some pie.”
“I don’t need pie.”
“Whatever, you’re in my world now. Deal with it.” He replaced his prissy-stern angel-repelling face with a flirty smile for the waitress and flagged her down.
Dean knew Castiel was paying no attention as he ordered, but was instead scanning the face of everyone in the diner, measuring their souls with his angel equations, or whatever it was he did.
“So, you find anything?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary.” Castiel looked nothing but sad.
“I’ll take ordinary any day. Old folks, truck drivers, kids reading comic books.”
“That’s just what you see.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Dean took in the waitress delivering coffee and pie to their table, the snow that seemed to be floating in the night, and wondered what Castiel could be thinking. “Apocalypse or no, what’s to be sad about tonight?”
Castiel’s eyes swirled deep blue and aching. “Nothing to be spoken of.”
Dean hated the thought of Castiel wishing for something he couldn’t even name. He really, really did. “So, you know any carols to sing?”
Castiel just sighed.
“Come on, man, you’re not even eating your pie.”
Castiel stuck his fork in the middle of the pie, cracking the buttery sugar crust on top and letting the steam and sugar stewed cherries rise up. He shoveled a forkful into his mouth.
“That’s one way.” Dean watched his angel take a bite and at least pretended everything was normal for a moment. “Tell me, Cas.”
He paused his fork. “Alright, Dean. That boy reading the comic books.”
“Yeah?”
“He has leukemia, and reading about indestructible super beings defeating villains bent on destroying the universe makes him feel better.”
“Oh. Right.” Dean watched Castiel continue to eat, feeling like it’s a little obscene to still be eating pie like that, but knowing that it’s only because he’s trying to follow Dean’s instructions, and he can do absolutely nothing to help the boy. “That’s good. If it makes him feel better.” Yeah, he really hated holidays still.
“You used to read comic books, Dean.”
“Yeah. Wait, how do you know that?”
“Because I’ve seen you.”
Dean paused, his fork raised. Creepy angels. “Yeah. Well, I used to be, when I was a kid,” he waved his fork in explanation.
“Because you thought your father was like Batman.”
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, maybe.” He shrugged with his fork again. “Batman was all bad ass and had a cool car. But he had to travel with Robin, the Boy Wonder, heh. Gayest sidekick ever.”
“The Boy Wonder.” Castiel smiled. “Yes.”
Dean ignored him. “He was always getting into trouble and Batman had to rescue his ass, like, every night. This annoying little kid who followed him around and everyone thought they were doing it. Heh.”
Castiel stared at Dean. Then slowly lowered his eyes back to the pie.
“Remember Catwoman, though? She was hot.” Dean shook his head. “Man, the stupid stuff I used to believe in.”
“You still believe in heroes.”
“Nah, just people doing the best they can. Too many people think they’re heroes. You think you’re a hero, and…”
“The gods bring you down.”
Dean ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. That’s kind of a cynical idea, Cas.”
“It’s a very old idea.”
Dean nodded. Whatever. “Superman was cooler than Batman anyway, even though his alter ego Clark Kent was kind of wussy.”
“He is the strongest man on Earth.”
“Yeah, but he wasn’t even a man. He was an alien. Born on Krypton.”
“His home is destroyed and he is the last of its people.”
“Right. Though of course later other Kryptonians show up and they’re all dicks who want to kill him, so it’s, like, even worse.”
Castiel nodded.
“He was raised human so he’s different. In Kansas, even.”
“You were raised in Kansas.”
“Well, technically yeah, but…” Dean shrugged. “I didn’t exactly grow up on a farm with Ma and Pa Kent.”
“Clark Kent left home when his father died. He went to the Fortress of Solitude.”
“Sure, fanboy.”
“Fanboy?”
“Never mind. Hey, Cas, do you have a Fortress of Solitude hidden somewhere? An angel hideout?”
“There is no place for a hideout. No paradise on Earth.”
Jesus, this guy… “Lois, though. There’s a cool chick.”
“She is bossy, and loud, and always puts her life in danger.”
Dean ignored him again. “Yeah, a fun girl. She would bitch to Clark all day long and then when Superman got to save her, he would get to take her back to the Fortress so she could show him her extreme gratitude. Awesome.”
“That is troubling, Dean.”
“Nah, just a little kinky. I mean, eventually they get married. And possibly have a baby, which is kind of weird. I don’t know, I watch too many movies on crappy cable. I mean, he’s Superman. Total vanilla.”
“Superman marries Lois.”
“Yeah. Well, Clark Kent does. After Superman dies and comes back as pure light energy or some shit. There were imposters… you know, you must have read this too. Because you’re so nosy and everything.”
“Superman is a father.”
“I know, right? I mean, the whole cross-species fucking thing, and all. How do they even have sex without, like, blowing Lois’ brains out literally?”
“Literally.”
“Forget it.”
“Superman is a man.”
“No, he’s an alien who just looks like a man. He has heat vision and super speed and… he can fly. Like you, if you weren’t so wussy.”
“Wussy like Clark.”
“Yeah, you’re like - emo Clark. Get you a pair of glasses, you’re set.”
“I’m set.”
“Glasses, a Fortress, and,” Dean started laughing, “Lois.”
“You’re laughing about Nevada. Again.”
“Man, that is never going to stop being funny. The look on your face…”
“You need to stop taking me to those places.” Castiel waited, as he always did.
“Ok, so, maybe Lois will be last. Give you a little more time on that.”
“How can Lois and Superman be married? He has no purpose being…”
“He’s a man, Cas. A man has needs.”
“He can save the world. He doesn’t need to waste time.”
“Are you calling my girl Lois a waste of time? Dude, have you seen the rack on this chick?”
“No.”
Whatever. “Besides that, you know maybe he wants a family. He’s the last of his kind and all. Some support would be nice when Lex Luthor’s on your ass all the time.”
“He made a family because he wanted one.”
“Yeah, sure, why not. If you’re gonna be a sucker enough to want that kind of hell, go for it.”
“But family is important to you.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s because it’s mine. What choice did I have? You don’t choose your family… unless you can, I guess. But we can’t all choose.”
“How do you think Lois and Superman make a family, Dean?”
“You mean, literally?”
Castiel sighed, very slowly. “Yes, literally.”
“Someone’s getting curious…”
“Dean.”
He stuck out his lower lip and shrugged. “Like everyone else I guess. But Lois is on top.”
“On top of what?”
Dean closed his eyes. “On top of Superman?”
Castiel nodded.
“You still don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“No, I don’t.”
Dean went to grab for props in his demonstration but he decided against it. “Never mind. Hey, wait a second. Cas? Did you just eat that whole pie?”
“It was very good.”
“You’re not supposed to eat a whole pie. Ah man, poor Jimmy.”
“My vessel is fine.”
“I’ve seen Jimmy eat hamburgers, and yeah, it’s kind of sickening, but I doubt he eats whole pies in one sitting.”
“Thank you for the pie.”
Dean still didn’t trust it. “Maybe we should sit here a minute, make sure you’re ok.”
“Dean, I’m…”
Dean watched Castiel freeze in place and his entire face turn green before the angel lost an entire cherry pie on the formica dining table.
“Goddamn it, Cas!”
“Is it over?”
“You tell me! I swear, I can’t take you anywhere.”
*
The next day, Dean was cursing his luck at the fact that apparently Zachariah has read comic books too. Or at least is familiar with the concept of megalomania.
“It is no matter if you are willing to cooperate with me or not. Michael will be here soon, and then you will know true pain. The world will soon be ours.” The angel stood with his minions, stupid-looking for sure, but apparently smart enough to track down a single hunter in the middle of a snowstorm.
Who was stupid enough himself to take a stack of comics to the hospital room of a sick little boy the day after his angel learned how to projectile vomit in public. Oh well. “Not if I can help it.” He wanted to look tough, he really did, but it was hard when you were tied up like a damsel in distress on the railroad tracks over some cheap hospital chapel altar.
Just then, Castiel walked into the room like a bad ass. “Me too. Not if I can help it either.” He tried sometimes, he really did.
“You? What can you do to stop me? This world has made you weak, Castiel.” Zachariah raised his knife high over Dean, surely for dramatic effect. The angel could give him stomach cancer, watch him die, and bring him back to life for all of eternity. Knives were surely just for show.
Castiel wouldn’t let up though. “No, I am Dean’s angel, and I will not warn you again. Let him go.”
Zachariah started to laugh, and Dean remembered wanting to puke himself at the sound.
But then he was in Castiel’s arms, just like that. “Cas? How did you find me?”
His eyes had never looked more blue. “I know you, Dean. You like to save your sidekicks.”
“My what??”
And then, they were gone. Zachariah was gone, and the hospital, and the world as Dean knew it, really, because he was in an angel’s arms and he felt nothing but the rush of air and heard nothing but the rustled whip of wings and the world had never looked more beautiful or more strange.
“Don’t let go,” he whispered.
“I won’t.” Castiel flew.
*
When Dean awoke, it seemed that forever had passed, but it was only night. Ice crystals made patterns on the glass, frozen rain where it had fallen on the ground, over everything.
Castiel.
Dean looked up at him, quiet and waiting for him to do just this - for him to wake up and open his eyes and find his head in an angel’s lap, safe and alone and taken care of. It wasn’t a question. “You brought me back here.”
“Yes.”
“What? No Fortress of Solitude?”
“I didn’t have one, Dean, so I took to yours.”
Dean just smiled. “You flew with me. With real wings, and everything.” He knew he sounded like an idiot, but he just woke up from flying, so he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Castiel smiled back. “I even used wings.”
“So, faster than a speeding bullet, huh?”
“Much faster.”
Dean laughed until he couldn’t stop. Yeah, he was a dork, but Castiel’s smile reached all over his face so he didn’t care so much right now. He decided to go with it. “I’m kind of grateful to you, you know.”
“I’m just doing my job… ma’am.” Castiel’s voice faltered on the last part.
And Dean just froze. Right. Now was really not the time to care. A boy was dying in the hospital and Apocalypse was pretty much now and an angel just carried him across the sky. An angel who didn’t know the meaning of selfishness besides what he’d learned from Dean himself. Or his kind. Ok, then. If Superman needed Lois, he could be Lois, easy. At least she had attitude. And perhaps monumental obliviousness. He smiled even bigger. “I know, but I’m so good at getting into trouble.”
“Yes, you are.” Fear crept into Castiel’s eyes, just a little.
“Is there any way I could possibly repay you?” Play it broad, Dean told himself. Give Cas a chance. Let him have this.
Castiel kept his fingers in Dean’s hair, petting and pleading with his hands, not speaking, not even willing to look him in the eye for more than an instant.
Dean waited for him, knowing he couldn’t move any further.
After all, Superman had to give up on Krypton eventually, make peace with the destruction of his homeworld and any family he might have had, left with only his father’s voice to guide him through this strange new place.
Castiel’s family was flying above them, his home floating somewhere over their heads in some unreachable place that neither of them will ever see again, the voice of his father silent and deathly and cold. Oh, Cas.
Well, Lois could save him sometimes, too, couldn’t she? His antagonistic, pain-in-the-ass, look-first-and-ask-questions-later, partner, Lois.
He had to move slow, so Castiel wouldn’t disappear. He had to expect something not-human; not weird, but rare. Castiel wasn’t even like other angels. No, he was Castiel. And Dean was possibly the only human in the entire universe, in the entire span of time, who might get to do this. Rare, unique -
Dean closed his eyes. “Don’t say ‘special’.”
Castiel’s were too bright, too scared. “What?”
“It’s nothing.” So he kissed him. A kiss like any other kiss, but with whatever feelings he could muster up, with all the thoughts of all the things that Castiel was.
Castiel, whose hands were still in his hair, grabbing at strands too short to hold on to. Castiel, who was sweating in the freezing car, hot up against Dean’s chest, and shivering too, humming the tiniest of moans whenever Dean’s thoughts spoke of believing in him, and trusting him, and thinking him good and true.
It was good, too. Dean always thought he hated surprises. Maybe good ones aren’t so bad. Maybe good ones who make good entrances and save the day, if not the world.
Even if they were humiliated by the world on a daily basis, and frightened by the thought of this and this alone.
Dean pulled away from Castiel as much as he would allow and smiled as big as he could.
Castiel smiled back. “One thing though.”
“What is it?” Dean couldn’t possibly feel this breathless, could he?
Castiel’s face went completely straight. “I don’t wear spandex.”
*
the end... or is it?