Fic: A way with words
Title: A way with words
Characters: Castiel, Chuck, implied Cas/Dean
Ratings/Warnings: PG /big ol' spoiler for the season 4 finale
Word Count: 166
Summary: Chuck tries to comfort Castiel, with mixed results.
Castiel does not fear the archangel, and so he thinks it strange that Chuck puts a hand on his shoulder. The prophet removes it quickly, though, and looks up at him with the wet, shadowed eyes of a sinner trying not to cower in the presence of an agent of God. Castiel knows the look, even washed out as it is under the righteous glow of the incoming archangel.
Chuck wrings his hands together, searching for something. Words to comfort an angel, Castiel thinks, and doubts the prophet's capacity for such things - he is, after all, only human.
But then the man surprises him by blurting out, "Y'know, Dean likes you too."
As the holy fury of Heaven's most terrifying weapon envelops the room, Castiel feels. Warmth broadens his chest and strengthens his arms, a sense remarkably like - he supposes - comfort. He raises his chin to meet the archangel, a smile pulling at his lips, and thinks that this prophet certainly has a way with words.
Characters: Castiel, Chuck, implied Cas/Dean
Ratings/Warnings: PG /big ol' spoiler for the season 4 finale
Word Count: 166
Summary: Chuck tries to comfort Castiel, with mixed results.
Castiel does not fear the archangel, and so he thinks it strange that Chuck puts a hand on his shoulder. The prophet removes it quickly, though, and looks up at him with the wet, shadowed eyes of a sinner trying not to cower in the presence of an agent of God. Castiel knows the look, even washed out as it is under the righteous glow of the incoming archangel.
Chuck wrings his hands together, searching for something. Words to comfort an angel, Castiel thinks, and doubts the prophet's capacity for such things - he is, after all, only human.
But then the man surprises him by blurting out, "Y'know, Dean likes you too."
As the holy fury of Heaven's most terrifying weapon envelops the room, Castiel feels. Warmth broadens his chest and strengthens his arms, a sense remarkably like - he supposes - comfort. He raises his chin to meet the archangel, a smile pulling at his lips, and thinks that this prophet certainly has a way with words.