Reunion (SPN fic)
Title: Reunion
Author: Priestess_Kaiba
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash, Castiel/Dean
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me
Word Count: 565
Summary: Written using thandie’s prompt in Dean/Castiel kink meme Her prompt was a hug between Dean/Castiel.
Reunion
Dean stood in front of the motel window, gazing out into the empty parking lot. Only his baby was in the lot. It was quiet; there wasn’t any hellfire or screams of agony and panic permeating the air…not yet anyway. No giant demon army staring back at him waiting to dismember him and his brother.
Thinking of his brother, he glanced back to see Sam asleep on his bed, the laptop still on beside him. He walked over to shut it off, a few webpages about Lucifer still up on the desktop. Lucifer, former angel of the lord, was out on the loose again. He closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand by Sam’s bed.
Angel of the Lord indeed, he scoffed. Though as he walked back to the window to gaze outside he thought of another Angel of the Lord…Castiel. He felt tightness in his chest, worry filled his being. It had been hours since they had fled the convent and took refuge in this cheap motel, placing devil traps and salt to any entrances of the room to protect them, but still Dean hadn’t heard from Castiel.
He gripped the windowpane tightly with both hands and scanned the lot again. Hoping that a familiar figure would be standing there gazing back at him, but there wasn’t and he lets the disappointment fill him. Cas, where the hell are you! He yells in his head.
He can’t take it anymore and he walks out of the motel room. He heads to the edge of the parking lot and he yells to the heavens! “Cas! Cas! Where the hell are you?” His voice laced with anger but underneath it, there’s apprehension. “Answer me you bastard!”
“Dean,” It’s barely above a whisper but he hears it. He lowers his eyes from the sky as his heart constricts and he turns toward the sound. His eyes fill with the sight of Castiel, hair slightly disheveled (well more than usual), his trench coat torn in places and spotted with dried blood stains, but otherwise he’s intact. “It’s not safe out here. Go back into your room.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Dean yells stubbornly and even to him it sounds a bit childish. He walks toward Castiel and Castiel can feel the anger radiating off him as he approaches. He sees his hands clench and his lips drawn in a hard line and when he reaches him Dean grabs onto the lapels of his trench coat and tightens his hands around the cloth. “Why didn’t you come when I called, you son of a bitch?” He demands, glaring into his blue eyes.
Castiel tilts his head to the side, never breaking eye contact with Dean, but he narrows his eyes in confusion. “You’re angry with me?” He asks him, his voice even. No emotion in it, but inside he feels a twinge of panic. He opens his mouth to apologize but his words never reach past his lips when he feels Dean wrap his arms around him, holding him tight.
“Cas, I’m not mad.” He tells him, his voice drained. No more anger in his words. “I was just worried. I’m glad you’re okay.”
Castiel feels warmth spread through him at Dean’s words. “I’m sorry I worried you.” He says in apology and he wraps his arms around him, feeling Dean relax in his warmth.
The End
Author: Priestess_Kaiba
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash, Castiel/Dean
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me
Word Count: 565
Summary: Written using thandie’s prompt in Dean/Castiel kink meme Her prompt was a hug between Dean/Castiel.
Reunion
Dean stood in front of the motel window, gazing out into the empty parking lot. Only his baby was in the lot. It was quiet; there wasn’t any hellfire or screams of agony and panic permeating the air…not yet anyway. No giant demon army staring back at him waiting to dismember him and his brother.
Thinking of his brother, he glanced back to see Sam asleep on his bed, the laptop still on beside him. He walked over to shut it off, a few webpages about Lucifer still up on the desktop. Lucifer, former angel of the lord, was out on the loose again. He closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand by Sam’s bed.
Angel of the Lord indeed, he scoffed. Though as he walked back to the window to gaze outside he thought of another Angel of the Lord…Castiel. He felt tightness in his chest, worry filled his being. It had been hours since they had fled the convent and took refuge in this cheap motel, placing devil traps and salt to any entrances of the room to protect them, but still Dean hadn’t heard from Castiel.
He gripped the windowpane tightly with both hands and scanned the lot again. Hoping that a familiar figure would be standing there gazing back at him, but there wasn’t and he lets the disappointment fill him. Cas, where the hell are you! He yells in his head.
He can’t take it anymore and he walks out of the motel room. He heads to the edge of the parking lot and he yells to the heavens! “Cas! Cas! Where the hell are you?” His voice laced with anger but underneath it, there’s apprehension. “Answer me you bastard!”
“Dean,” It’s barely above a whisper but he hears it. He lowers his eyes from the sky as his heart constricts and he turns toward the sound. His eyes fill with the sight of Castiel, hair slightly disheveled (well more than usual), his trench coat torn in places and spotted with dried blood stains, but otherwise he’s intact. “It’s not safe out here. Go back into your room.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Dean yells stubbornly and even to him it sounds a bit childish. He walks toward Castiel and Castiel can feel the anger radiating off him as he approaches. He sees his hands clench and his lips drawn in a hard line and when he reaches him Dean grabs onto the lapels of his trench coat and tightens his hands around the cloth. “Why didn’t you come when I called, you son of a bitch?” He demands, glaring into his blue eyes.
Castiel tilts his head to the side, never breaking eye contact with Dean, but he narrows his eyes in confusion. “You’re angry with me?” He asks him, his voice even. No emotion in it, but inside he feels a twinge of panic. He opens his mouth to apologize but his words never reach past his lips when he feels Dean wrap his arms around him, holding him tight.
“Cas, I’m not mad.” He tells him, his voice drained. No more anger in his words. “I was just worried. I’m glad you’re okay.”
Castiel feels warmth spread through him at Dean’s words. “I’m sorry I worried you.” He says in apology and he wraps his arms around him, feeling Dean relax in his warmth.
The End