Twitfic and Chatfic 1/2
A collection of twitfics and chatfics from the past several weeks.
Afterlife Series (Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, PG)
Forever
Sam pulled the limp body into his arms and ignored his brother's eyes. He'd promised, but no one had seen this coming and there was no other way. If this didn't work, he'd follow Gabriel into death.
He'd meant it when he'd said forever.
Even in Death
It hadn't worked. Dean would find his body tomorrow morning. He felt kind of bad, leaving like this, but he couldn't live like this. And Gabriel was waiting for him. The world faded to gray and he blinked his eyes.
"Hey, kiddo. Took you long enough."
He smiled. "Gabriel."
The archangel grinned. "Sammy. Come on. We've got our whole afterlives ahead of us."
Sam took his hand. "Yeah. We do."
Consolation
He shows up at the double funeral. just behind the priest. Everyone falls quiet and the angel looks at Dean.
"They are happy," he says.
Dean nearly sags with relief. After everything, he hadn't been sure and not knowing had almost been worse than the emptiness at home. The angel comes down from the dais and stops in front of Dean.
"I am Castiel," he says. "You have been given to me as my charge."
The last time Dean had heard those words, his little brother had ended up soul-bonded to an archangel. This Castiel can't replace Sam, but he might make the rest of his life bearable, until he could see his brother again. "My name's Dean," he says finally.
Castiel smiles. "I know."
Together Again
Gabriel nudges Sam. "He's coming."
Sam jerks upright. "Finally!"
They wait as two figures fade into existence. Sam immediately tugs his brother into a fierce embrace, which is returned with interest.
"Hey, Dean."
"Hey, Sammy."
They finally separate and Sam looks at the other guy that had come with Dean. "Who's this?"
Dean grins. "This is Castiel, my angel."
Gabriel smirks. "Got your own, finally?"
"Shut up," Dean huffs. Sam just smiles at the other angel.
It's going to be a good eternity.
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Lost Opportunity (Sam/Castiel, Dean, PG)
Dean knows what it means when Cas appears in the hotel room of the week and skips pleasantries to stare at Sam. He also knows just how long it will take Sam to finally snap and shuffle Dean out of the room so that he can spend time with Dean's angel without Dean around.
Dean also knows what "spending time with" means when it comes to the angel and his little brother.
Occasionally, Cas will show up and crowd Sam up against the wall, expression intent and hungry. Dean lets himself out, those times. He has no real desire to stick around, to watch Sam squirm before finally maneouvering Dean out the door. He has no desire to watch them focus on each other to the exclusion of all else.
So, he leaves. He'll drive around whatever town they're in for hours. He'll go to a bar and drink beer after beer.
And sometimes, when he's had enough to drink, he'll throw the empty bottles and shout at nothing about what he could have had.
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Peace (Dean/Castiel, G)
Castiel reaches out when Dean's dreams turn violent. "Shh," he whispers and the human shudders, then goes still. "I'm here."
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Silent Comfort (Sam/Gabriel, G)
Gabriel found Sam up on the roof, watching the sunrise. After a moment, he sat down and watched it, too. Sam sighed and leaned into him.
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Abscond (Dean/Castiel, G)
The gypsy grinned, green eyes flashing. "Come away with me," he said. Castiel hesitated, then took his hand. "Okay."
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Cross-Dimensional Encounter (Jensen/Castiel preslash, PG)
Castiel blinks at the man who is Dean-but-not-Dean.
The Winchesters were in Nevada, researching odd occurrences in what had turned out to be a literal ghost town. The angel was currently in Budapest, so the sudden appearance of this man (Dean-but-not-Dean) was surprising.
"Who are you?" he asks.
The man looks around and blinks at him. "Misha?"
Castiel shakes his head. "No, my name is Castiel. Who are you?"
"Casti--oh. Oh. Oh, shit. What happened? Where's Misha? Where am I? How the fuck did--!"
"Calm down," Castiel admonishes the man. "First, what is your name?"
"Jensen," the man sighs. "My name's Jensen Ackles. I--You're a character. On my show. Played by Misha. You're not real."
Castiel frowns. "I can assure you I am very real."
Jensen runs a hand through his short hair and takes a deep breath, visibly pushing the panic aside. "Okay. Alright. So, I'm somehow in the show. Okay. I can do this." He looks at Castiel. "Are the Winchesters around?"
The angel frowns at him. "How do you know about the Winchesters?" he questions. Jensen returns the frown.
"I told you. I'm an actor that...oh. Right. Alternate universe. Uhm. I came from a place where I'm an actor, playing a lead role in a TV show. Have I--Has Dean explained to you about TV yet?"
Castiel huffs. "I know about TV," he protests.
Jensen nods. "Good. Well, where I come from, I'm the actor that plays Dean in the TV show Supernatural." Castiel thinks about this for a moment.
"And this Misha is the actor that plays me?"
"Right," Jensen said. "So, I, uh, have you met Chuck, yet?" The angel nods. "Good. Okay. Just think of me as a male, sane version of Becky. Without the Sam obsession." Castiel looks askance at him, but nods again. "And if you could," Jensen continues, "please don't let me meet Dean. I don't think I could handle that and I really don't want him to try and stab me with Ruby's knife."
Castiel quirks a small smile. "That is probably for the best. We should go somewhere a bit more comfortable for you." Jensen starts to ask something, but Castiel reaches out and places two fingers against the man's forehead before he can say anything. They reappear in a relatively nice motel room.
Jensen staggers, steadying himself before looking around. "Where are we now?"
"Washington State," Castiel tells him. "You can stay here for now, until we find a way to send you back to your own reality." Jensen nods and lets himself sink down onto one of the beds.
"Right. Get me back. Yeah. That's probably a good idea."
Castiel tilts his head. "You look tired," he observes, pleased at himself for being able to identify such feelings in others. Sam had been teaching him over the past few weeks.
Jensen nods again. "Yeah. Apparently, cross-dimensional travel really takes it out of a person."
"Sleep," the angel tells him. "I will make sure you are safe." The human slides down and is asleep within moments. Castiel hesitates, and then sits on the bed, as well. He doesn't have anything urgent to do and he might as well stay and watch over the man.
Somehow, it feels different from watching over Dean.
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Riding Lessons (Dean/Castiel preslash, Sam, G)
Castiel isn't sure about this new venture, but Dean had managed all right and Sam said it was the only way they'd be able to get onto the reservation, so it had to happen.
Not for the first time, he thinks with regret about how he could have flown them there mere weeks ago. His Grace has dwindled enough that even healing himself is a slow process. So, horseback is what's left.
The angel eyes the horse, a chestnut gelding and wonders if loving all of his Father's creation meant all of Father's creation automatically loved you back. He thought back on his experiences with the man'o'war jellyfish and decides the answer is no. Hopefully, this particular bit of creation won't have an issue with him riding it.
So, with some trepidation, he slots one foot into a stirrup and hoists himself up and over, like he'd seen Dean and Sam do. It mostly works, but then he's falling off the other side. The horse sidesteps and shakes its head as he sits up. Dean's grinning, but Sam moves closer.
"You okay there, Cas?" he asks. Castiel nods firmly and stands back up.
"I am fine. I am simply unused to such movements." Determined, now, he holds the horse still and repeats the process. This time, though, he is careful about how much force he uses and a moment later, he is slipping his other foot through the opposite stirrup. Carefully, he tries out his control of the beast under him. The horse moves obediently in accordance with his commands and he finally pulls the horse to halt and smiles up at the brothers.
Sam's beaming at him, like a mother whose child has just done something new and incredible. Dean's grinning and he shifts, making his black mare snort and dance a bit. "Come on, Cas. Let's get going."
Castiel nods. "Alright, Dean. I am ready." Dean grins at him once more before kicking the mare into a gallop. Sam rolls his eyes and follows at a trot. Castiel smiles slightly and moves into a trot, as well. Perhaps this won't be all bad.
This was the worst idea the bothers have ever had, Castiel decides four hours later when they dismount for the night.
His legs hurt, his arms hurt, his back hurts, he can't walk straight and he's not sure how he's even standing. He'd had no idea that riding a horse would be such a workout. The Winchesters grin at him and Sam pushes him down onto a log.
"Rest, Cas," he says. "Dean'll massage your feet if you ask real nice."
Castiel makes a mental note to do just that.
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Notes (Dean/Castiel, PG)
Dean,
Please remove your dirty clothes from the living room,.Castiel
Cas,
got 'em. i'll be home late, tonight. save me some pie!
D
Dean,
It was past midnight. I put the pie in the fridge and went to bed. You've done the same. Stop ignoring me.
Castiel
i'm not talking to you
Dean,
I can see that. However, while you are not talking to me, you still need to do the dishes.
Castiel
Cas,
i did the dishes last night
D
Dean,
No you didn't. I did. You came home after I'd already done them.
Castiel
P.S. Your new car part came in. It's on the coffee table.
Cas,
thanks.
D
Dean,
You are welcome. Also, please make sure you will not be working late on Friday.
Castiel
Cas,
okay. what's friday?
D
Cas?
Cas, man, talk to me. was it something I said?
Cas,
i'm sorry. i totally forgot. my bad. i've been so busy lately, i haven't even glanced at the calendar. i totally didn't realize it was this friday. let me make it up to you?
D
Dean,
The angel food cake and fresh strawberries are a good start, but I'm still unhappy. Be ready at five on Friday.
Castiel
Cas,
i'll be ready. i'm really sorry.
D
Dean,
Thank you for the tulips and remembering that I'm allergic to roses. You are certain you won't be working late?
Castiel
Cas,
yup. cleared it with bobby. i get off at two.
D
Dean,
Good. I will see you at five, then.
Castiel
Cas,
I LOVE YOU.
D
Dean,
I love you, too. Don't forget to do the dishes.
Castiel
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Monopoly (The archangels, PG)
Michael scowled at Lucifer's collection of properties. "You can't have the entire blue set!" he said.
Raphael looked over. "Looks like he does," the archangel observed. Lucifer smirked.
"You just weren't paying attention, Michael."
Michael scowled even more. "I was paying plenty of attention. And you haven't been by often enough to buy them all yet." Lucifer shrugged, a smirk hovering around his mouth. The eldest archangel narrowed his eyes. "You haven't been around often enough, have you?"
Lucifer just grinned and Raphael sighed as the board disappeared under his wrestling brothers. Perhaps next time, he should ask Castiel to play with him.
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Bad Association (Dean/Castiel, PG)
Dean's not sure what's wrong with Castiel. The angel had liked the apple pie well enough when Dean had first given him a bite of his own slice, but as soon as Dean had told him what it was, Castiel had gone pale and poofed out. So now Dean can't enjoy the rest of his slice of pie (and good pie, too) because he's worried about what had happened with Cas.
They're getting ready to head out again when the angel appears again, looking much better. Dean immediately grabs the angel's arm. "Hey, Cas, what's up? Why'd you head off like that?" Castiel looks to the side, clearly uncomfortable. He mumbles something, but Dean doesn't catch the actual words. "What? Dude, speak up. I can't understand you."
"It was the pie," Castiel says, a bit louder.
Dean scowls. "You liked it, didn't you?"
The angel's face goes red. "I did," he agreed, "but I did not know what sort of pie it was at first."
"You mean this is about the apples?"
"Yes. They are very similar to the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil."
Dean takes a moment to parse that out.
"You mean the fruit Eve ate?"
"Yes."
Dean sighs. "So, you can't eat apples?"
"More like they have a bad association, but yes, essentially."
"Well, damn," Dean says. "I guess that means I'll have to find another type of pie for you to eat, huh?"
Castiel smiles. "I have faith in you."
"Yeah, yeah," Dean grumbles, but his face is flushed. "Let's just go, you fruit-discriminating freak."
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Sextet (Castiel, G)
Fallen, but home is here now.
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On Parole (Dean/Castiel preslash, PG)
Dean grimaces as he dials the number he'd been given.
A deep voice answers after two rings. "Hello?"
Dean blinks, a slow shiver snaking down his spine. Damn. He might have to get arrested more often if the parole officers had voices like that. "Hey," he said after a moment. "Name's Dean Winchester. I was told to call you within twenty-four hours?"
There's a shuffling noise, then the voice is back. "Yes. Mr. Winchester. I'll need you to answer a few questions."
"Right. Shoot," Dean tells him, making himself comfortable against the payphone box.
"Have you been drinking?"
Dean eyes the bottle in his hand. "A few shots of whiskey and a beer," he admitted, "but I'm headed back to my apartment now."
"Okay. Are you planning to leave the city or state anytime int he next two months?" Dean gave that a moment's thought.
"Nah," he said. "I want to see my brother, but he can come here."
"Good. Any intent to disturb the peace?"
Dean snorts. "You mean, do I intend to go find trouble?"
There's a sigh from the other end of the phone connection. "Yes, that's what I mean, Mr. Winchester."
"Well, then. No, I do not intend to 'disturb the peace.' I fully plan on calling up my buddy Gabe, watching the game and trying to find a job, preferably working with cars, sometime in the near future. Any more questions, Officer...?" He just had to know what the guy's name was. With a voice like that...
"Milton," the man said. "Castiel Milton."
"Officer Milton," Dean said and damn, but that sounded hot as hell, the words rolling off his tongue like that. "I ever get to meet you, Officer Milton?"
The parole officer snorts. "Only if you're bad," he told Dean.
Dean heaved a mock sigh. "Well, then. That's not much incentive for me to be good," he drawled.
Milton sighed again. "Please don't. My job is hard enough as it is. And if you do want to meet, it's not exactly hard to find where I work. I'm here seven-thirty to eight every day except Sunday." Dean grinned.
"I might drop in, then."
Yet another sigh from Milton. "If you must," he said, sounding put upon.
Dean just grinned wider. "Alright," he said. "I'll let you get back to your very important work, then."
"Very well, Mr. Winchester. I expect to hear from you again soon."
"Of course," Dean said. "I wouldn't dream of blowing you off." Blowing him, however, had appeal...
"Good night, Mr. Winchester."
"Night, Officer Milton." The line went dead and Dean hung the phone back on its hook. Parole was going to be interesting.
Afterlife Series (Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, PG)
Forever
Sam pulled the limp body into his arms and ignored his brother's eyes. He'd promised, but no one had seen this coming and there was no other way. If this didn't work, he'd follow Gabriel into death.
He'd meant it when he'd said forever.
Even in Death
It hadn't worked. Dean would find his body tomorrow morning. He felt kind of bad, leaving like this, but he couldn't live like this. And Gabriel was waiting for him. The world faded to gray and he blinked his eyes.
"Hey, kiddo. Took you long enough."
He smiled. "Gabriel."
The archangel grinned. "Sammy. Come on. We've got our whole afterlives ahead of us."
Sam took his hand. "Yeah. We do."
Consolation
He shows up at the double funeral. just behind the priest. Everyone falls quiet and the angel looks at Dean.
"They are happy," he says.
Dean nearly sags with relief. After everything, he hadn't been sure and not knowing had almost been worse than the emptiness at home. The angel comes down from the dais and stops in front of Dean.
"I am Castiel," he says. "You have been given to me as my charge."
The last time Dean had heard those words, his little brother had ended up soul-bonded to an archangel. This Castiel can't replace Sam, but he might make the rest of his life bearable, until he could see his brother again. "My name's Dean," he says finally.
Castiel smiles. "I know."
Together Again
Gabriel nudges Sam. "He's coming."
Sam jerks upright. "Finally!"
They wait as two figures fade into existence. Sam immediately tugs his brother into a fierce embrace, which is returned with interest.
"Hey, Dean."
"Hey, Sammy."
They finally separate and Sam looks at the other guy that had come with Dean. "Who's this?"
Dean grins. "This is Castiel, my angel."
Gabriel smirks. "Got your own, finally?"
"Shut up," Dean huffs. Sam just smiles at the other angel.
It's going to be a good eternity.
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Lost Opportunity (Sam/Castiel, Dean, PG)
Dean knows what it means when Cas appears in the hotel room of the week and skips pleasantries to stare at Sam. He also knows just how long it will take Sam to finally snap and shuffle Dean out of the room so that he can spend time with Dean's angel without Dean around.
Dean also knows what "spending time with" means when it comes to the angel and his little brother.
Occasionally, Cas will show up and crowd Sam up against the wall, expression intent and hungry. Dean lets himself out, those times. He has no real desire to stick around, to watch Sam squirm before finally maneouvering Dean out the door. He has no desire to watch them focus on each other to the exclusion of all else.
So, he leaves. He'll drive around whatever town they're in for hours. He'll go to a bar and drink beer after beer.
And sometimes, when he's had enough to drink, he'll throw the empty bottles and shout at nothing about what he could have had.
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Peace (Dean/Castiel, G)
Castiel reaches out when Dean's dreams turn violent. "Shh," he whispers and the human shudders, then goes still. "I'm here."
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Silent Comfort (Sam/Gabriel, G)
Gabriel found Sam up on the roof, watching the sunrise. After a moment, he sat down and watched it, too. Sam sighed and leaned into him.
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Abscond (Dean/Castiel, G)
The gypsy grinned, green eyes flashing. "Come away with me," he said. Castiel hesitated, then took his hand. "Okay."
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Cross-Dimensional Encounter (Jensen/Castiel preslash, PG)
Castiel blinks at the man who is Dean-but-not-Dean.
The Winchesters were in Nevada, researching odd occurrences in what had turned out to be a literal ghost town. The angel was currently in Budapest, so the sudden appearance of this man (Dean-but-not-Dean) was surprising.
"Who are you?" he asks.
The man looks around and blinks at him. "Misha?"
Castiel shakes his head. "No, my name is Castiel. Who are you?"
"Casti--oh. Oh. Oh, shit. What happened? Where's Misha? Where am I? How the fuck did--!"
"Calm down," Castiel admonishes the man. "First, what is your name?"
"Jensen," the man sighs. "My name's Jensen Ackles. I--You're a character. On my show. Played by Misha. You're not real."
Castiel frowns. "I can assure you I am very real."
Jensen runs a hand through his short hair and takes a deep breath, visibly pushing the panic aside. "Okay. Alright. So, I'm somehow in the show. Okay. I can do this." He looks at Castiel. "Are the Winchesters around?"
The angel frowns at him. "How do you know about the Winchesters?" he questions. Jensen returns the frown.
"I told you. I'm an actor that...oh. Right. Alternate universe. Uhm. I came from a place where I'm an actor, playing a lead role in a TV show. Have I--Has Dean explained to you about TV yet?"
Castiel huffs. "I know about TV," he protests.
Jensen nods. "Good. Well, where I come from, I'm the actor that plays Dean in the TV show Supernatural." Castiel thinks about this for a moment.
"And this Misha is the actor that plays me?"
"Right," Jensen said. "So, I, uh, have you met Chuck, yet?" The angel nods. "Good. Okay. Just think of me as a male, sane version of Becky. Without the Sam obsession." Castiel looks askance at him, but nods again. "And if you could," Jensen continues, "please don't let me meet Dean. I don't think I could handle that and I really don't want him to try and stab me with Ruby's knife."
Castiel quirks a small smile. "That is probably for the best. We should go somewhere a bit more comfortable for you." Jensen starts to ask something, but Castiel reaches out and places two fingers against the man's forehead before he can say anything. They reappear in a relatively nice motel room.
Jensen staggers, steadying himself before looking around. "Where are we now?"
"Washington State," Castiel tells him. "You can stay here for now, until we find a way to send you back to your own reality." Jensen nods and lets himself sink down onto one of the beds.
"Right. Get me back. Yeah. That's probably a good idea."
Castiel tilts his head. "You look tired," he observes, pleased at himself for being able to identify such feelings in others. Sam had been teaching him over the past few weeks.
Jensen nods again. "Yeah. Apparently, cross-dimensional travel really takes it out of a person."
"Sleep," the angel tells him. "I will make sure you are safe." The human slides down and is asleep within moments. Castiel hesitates, and then sits on the bed, as well. He doesn't have anything urgent to do and he might as well stay and watch over the man.
Somehow, it feels different from watching over Dean.
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Riding Lessons (Dean/Castiel preslash, Sam, G)
Castiel isn't sure about this new venture, but Dean had managed all right and Sam said it was the only way they'd be able to get onto the reservation, so it had to happen.
Not for the first time, he thinks with regret about how he could have flown them there mere weeks ago. His Grace has dwindled enough that even healing himself is a slow process. So, horseback is what's left.
The angel eyes the horse, a chestnut gelding and wonders if loving all of his Father's creation meant all of Father's creation automatically loved you back. He thought back on his experiences with the man'o'war jellyfish and decides the answer is no. Hopefully, this particular bit of creation won't have an issue with him riding it.
So, with some trepidation, he slots one foot into a stirrup and hoists himself up and over, like he'd seen Dean and Sam do. It mostly works, but then he's falling off the other side. The horse sidesteps and shakes its head as he sits up. Dean's grinning, but Sam moves closer.
"You okay there, Cas?" he asks. Castiel nods firmly and stands back up.
"I am fine. I am simply unused to such movements." Determined, now, he holds the horse still and repeats the process. This time, though, he is careful about how much force he uses and a moment later, he is slipping his other foot through the opposite stirrup. Carefully, he tries out his control of the beast under him. The horse moves obediently in accordance with his commands and he finally pulls the horse to halt and smiles up at the brothers.
Sam's beaming at him, like a mother whose child has just done something new and incredible. Dean's grinning and he shifts, making his black mare snort and dance a bit. "Come on, Cas. Let's get going."
Castiel nods. "Alright, Dean. I am ready." Dean grins at him once more before kicking the mare into a gallop. Sam rolls his eyes and follows at a trot. Castiel smiles slightly and moves into a trot, as well. Perhaps this won't be all bad.
This was the worst idea the bothers have ever had, Castiel decides four hours later when they dismount for the night.
His legs hurt, his arms hurt, his back hurts, he can't walk straight and he's not sure how he's even standing. He'd had no idea that riding a horse would be such a workout. The Winchesters grin at him and Sam pushes him down onto a log.
"Rest, Cas," he says. "Dean'll massage your feet if you ask real nice."
Castiel makes a mental note to do just that.
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Notes (Dean/Castiel, PG)
Dean,
Please remove your dirty clothes from the living room,.Castiel
Cas,
got 'em. i'll be home late, tonight. save me some pie!
D
Dean,
It was past midnight. I put the pie in the fridge and went to bed. You've done the same. Stop ignoring me.
Castiel
i'm not talking to you
Dean,
I can see that. However, while you are not talking to me, you still need to do the dishes.
Castiel
Cas,
i did the dishes last night
D
Dean,
No you didn't. I did. You came home after I'd already done them.
Castiel
P.S. Your new car part came in. It's on the coffee table.
Cas,
thanks.
D
Dean,
You are welcome. Also, please make sure you will not be working late on Friday.
Castiel
Cas,
okay. what's friday?
D
Cas?
Cas, man, talk to me. was it something I said?
Cas,
i'm sorry. i totally forgot. my bad. i've been so busy lately, i haven't even glanced at the calendar. i totally didn't realize it was this friday. let me make it up to you?
D
Dean,
The angel food cake and fresh strawberries are a good start, but I'm still unhappy. Be ready at five on Friday.
Castiel
Cas,
i'll be ready. i'm really sorry.
D
Dean,
Thank you for the tulips and remembering that I'm allergic to roses. You are certain you won't be working late?
Castiel
Cas,
yup. cleared it with bobby. i get off at two.
D
Dean,
Good. I will see you at five, then.
Castiel
Cas,
I LOVE YOU.
D
Dean,
I love you, too. Don't forget to do the dishes.
Castiel
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Monopoly (The archangels, PG)
Michael scowled at Lucifer's collection of properties. "You can't have the entire blue set!" he said.
Raphael looked over. "Looks like he does," the archangel observed. Lucifer smirked.
"You just weren't paying attention, Michael."
Michael scowled even more. "I was paying plenty of attention. And you haven't been by often enough to buy them all yet." Lucifer shrugged, a smirk hovering around his mouth. The eldest archangel narrowed his eyes. "You haven't been around often enough, have you?"
Lucifer just grinned and Raphael sighed as the board disappeared under his wrestling brothers. Perhaps next time, he should ask Castiel to play with him.
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Bad Association (Dean/Castiel, PG)
Dean's not sure what's wrong with Castiel. The angel had liked the apple pie well enough when Dean had first given him a bite of his own slice, but as soon as Dean had told him what it was, Castiel had gone pale and poofed out. So now Dean can't enjoy the rest of his slice of pie (and good pie, too) because he's worried about what had happened with Cas.
They're getting ready to head out again when the angel appears again, looking much better. Dean immediately grabs the angel's arm. "Hey, Cas, what's up? Why'd you head off like that?" Castiel looks to the side, clearly uncomfortable. He mumbles something, but Dean doesn't catch the actual words. "What? Dude, speak up. I can't understand you."
"It was the pie," Castiel says, a bit louder.
Dean scowls. "You liked it, didn't you?"
The angel's face goes red. "I did," he agreed, "but I did not know what sort of pie it was at first."
"You mean this is about the apples?"
"Yes. They are very similar to the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil."
Dean takes a moment to parse that out.
"You mean the fruit Eve ate?"
"Yes."
Dean sighs. "So, you can't eat apples?"
"More like they have a bad association, but yes, essentially."
"Well, damn," Dean says. "I guess that means I'll have to find another type of pie for you to eat, huh?"
Castiel smiles. "I have faith in you."
"Yeah, yeah," Dean grumbles, but his face is flushed. "Let's just go, you fruit-discriminating freak."
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Sextet (Castiel, G)
Fallen, but home is here now.
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On Parole (Dean/Castiel preslash, PG)
Dean grimaces as he dials the number he'd been given.
A deep voice answers after two rings. "Hello?"
Dean blinks, a slow shiver snaking down his spine. Damn. He might have to get arrested more often if the parole officers had voices like that. "Hey," he said after a moment. "Name's Dean Winchester. I was told to call you within twenty-four hours?"
There's a shuffling noise, then the voice is back. "Yes. Mr. Winchester. I'll need you to answer a few questions."
"Right. Shoot," Dean tells him, making himself comfortable against the payphone box.
"Have you been drinking?"
Dean eyes the bottle in his hand. "A few shots of whiskey and a beer," he admitted, "but I'm headed back to my apartment now."
"Okay. Are you planning to leave the city or state anytime int he next two months?" Dean gave that a moment's thought.
"Nah," he said. "I want to see my brother, but he can come here."
"Good. Any intent to disturb the peace?"
Dean snorts. "You mean, do I intend to go find trouble?"
There's a sigh from the other end of the phone connection. "Yes, that's what I mean, Mr. Winchester."
"Well, then. No, I do not intend to 'disturb the peace.' I fully plan on calling up my buddy Gabe, watching the game and trying to find a job, preferably working with cars, sometime in the near future. Any more questions, Officer...?" He just had to know what the guy's name was. With a voice like that...
"Milton," the man said. "Castiel Milton."
"Officer Milton," Dean said and damn, but that sounded hot as hell, the words rolling off his tongue like that. "I ever get to meet you, Officer Milton?"
The parole officer snorts. "Only if you're bad," he told Dean.
Dean heaved a mock sigh. "Well, then. That's not much incentive for me to be good," he drawled.
Milton sighed again. "Please don't. My job is hard enough as it is. And if you do want to meet, it's not exactly hard to find where I work. I'm here seven-thirty to eight every day except Sunday." Dean grinned.
"I might drop in, then."
Yet another sigh from Milton. "If you must," he said, sounding put upon.
Dean just grinned wider. "Alright," he said. "I'll let you get back to your very important work, then."
"Very well, Mr. Winchester. I expect to hear from you again soon."
"Of course," Dean said. "I wouldn't dream of blowing you off." Blowing him, however, had appeal...
"Good night, Mr. Winchester."
"Night, Officer Milton." The line went dead and Dean hung the phone back on its hook. Parole was going to be interesting.