More Than a Curse (5/??)
Title: More Than a Curse 5/??
Chapter 5. In which Gabriel is making fun of Sam, and Dean is learning how to apologies.
Author: Rinienne
Rating: PG-NC17 will be different in different chapters. PG-13 for this one.
Genre : crack/humor, romance
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Balthazar, Gabriel
Spoilers: I think to the beginning of season 6, but really not much, because its little bit AU (where some stuff happened in the tv-show didn't happened)
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 2087
Beta: This chapter's beta is kemanorel01 who totally not a fan of Dean/Castiel, but just unfortunate enough to be my husband. lol.
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel were hunting witches. Dean and Castiel got hit by a curse, which did something weird with them. Dean was in shock, Castiel was confused, Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel found it hilarious.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
In which Gabriel is making fun of Sam, and Dean is learning how to apologies.
Castiel woke up because he felt hot. First thing he noticed that he was covered in sweat and it was difficult to breathe, as his throat was very dry. Slowly he opened his eyes, trying to look around: he was lying on a bed in a cheap motel room, covered with two heavy blankets. The pain in the body slowly started to disappear, but it was still present and together with heat and thirst it felt three times worse. There were so many inconveniences in being a human. Castiel pulled the blankets off, trying to remember how he ended on the bed. He was arguing with Dean and then he fell, and everything in his head sunk into darkness.
Oh, he was arguing with Dean.
The angel suddenly remembered everything he said to the hunter and a feeling of strong remorse insinuated into his mind. What if Dean would never talk to him again? Will never want to see him again? Of course everything he said was true, and for Castiel it really seemed sometimes, that the hunter was only using him, but for some reasons the knowledge of being right, didn’t do any good to the angel.
Castiel moved towards the kitchen, finding a glass and filling it with tap water. Cold liquid, flowing down his throat made him feel a little bit better, but the graceless angel was still pretty hot.
Castiel needed to think. He was really glad he didn’t find Dean in the room when he woke up; he wasn’t sure that he wanted to see him right now, because he was both upset and scared. Upset at Dean’s attitude towards him and scared about his own response.
His thoughts were in mess, they made something in his stomach tingle. He wasn’t sure how he ended up outside the motel room, walking aimlessly in no particular direction. The sun was warm, but the spring wind was still cool, it felt little bit too cool for someone who was in only a tee shirt, but also he felt better, because the cold air was soothing the leftovers of pain in his muscles, so he continued wandering not paying much attention on where he was going.
***
“There is no such word as “choffin” in English!” Sam mumbled, looking at Gabriel with distrust.
“Oh, I bet there is!” The archangel chuckled softly.
They were sitting on a floor over a squared board, with little plastic checks on it. Every check contained letters the hunter and the archangel was putting in lines to compose words.
“Take a look in a dictionary, you will see.” Sam crossed his arms on his chest, sighing: “I though angels are better with languages. Although, what else could I expect from you?”
“Sammy-Sammy,” Gabriel smiled. “First - you don’t know me this well to judge. Second…” Gabriel snapped his fingers and a thick heavy book appeared right in front of the younger hunter. Sam barely had time to react, catching the book, before it could fall on a pile of letter covered checks.
Sam took the book and looked at the cover: “Webster’s New Words Dictionary” the book was telling. It was easy enough, now Sam surely could prove that the Trickster was wrong. He opened the book, searching for the letter “C”. But when he actually reached the page where “choffin” shouldn’t be, his eyes went round. Here, among other words starting with C Sam found “Choffin” which was defined as a intercropping of words “Chocolate” and “muffin”.
Sam tore his gaze from the dictionary and glanced at Gabriel with confusion: “It can’t be right.” He shook his head.
Suddenly archangel busted into laugh.
“Wait. Is it the only one dictionary that has this word?” Sam asked.
“Well, if you give me ten minutes, I can make all the dictionaries in the world to have it.”
“So, you want to say, you mojoed the word into the book?” Same sighed, putting the book away on the coffee table. “I am not gonna play scrabble with you anymore.”
Sam stood from the floor returning to the couch. The soft surface engulfed around his lower body in a very comforting way, making younger Winchester forget about everything for a moment. Sam closed his eyes, laying his head on a back-rest of the couch, but then he felt like the weight of the couch moved to another side. Sam opened his eyes and saw the archangel sitting next to him with a plate in his hand.
“Choffin?” Gabriel smiled mawkishly, holding the plate with chocolate muffins out, offering them to the hunter.
Sam nodded, taking one muffin from the plate and biting it. Sam wasn’t a big fan of sweets, but this muffin was delicious, with short-brittle dough and dark chocolate filling, hunter had an urge to moan over it, but he decided to hold it.
“You Like it, don’t you?” Gabriel inquired.
Sam just nodded in reply as he had a mouthful of muffin.
“My favorites… with Aphrodisiac…”
On these words Sam choked on his muffin trying to spit out half-chewed piece of chocolate dough, making Gabriel busting into laugh yet once again.
“I… I was just kidding!” Gasped the archangel, wiping a small tear from his eye with his thumb: “It’s just so funny to watch you doing those faces of yours.”
“Ok, dude, listen” growled Sam angrily “I’m tired of you messing with me around. I consider your idea about leaving our brothers alone to “discover their feelings towards each-other” stupid, because they don’t have any feelings! They are both dudes! And maybe I don’t know anything about Cas’s preferences, but I know Dean too well! He won’t look towards another guy. Uh, well, an angel.”
“You understand that angels are genderless, right?” Gabriel asked, finally recovering from laughing.
“I do, but Dean… he is bit more closed minded” Sam sighed. “And Cas… for him he sure appear as a guy.”
Sam shook his head looking at the muffin he started to eat trying to decide should he finish it or not. Knowing Gabriel muffin totally could be with some sort of aphrodisiacs even if he said he was joking about it. Or maybe, even worse, purgatives. So he decided to let it be.
For short time they both were silent, and then Sam decided to break it again: “Still, it’s just quite difficult to look at someone in a male body and think about it as a genderless creature. I think it’s a human psychology.” He said.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Gabriel agreed. His face suddenly became thoughtful and it was really unusual to see the archangel like this. “Do you know that my first vessel was a female?” He pronounced all of the sudden.
***
“Hey, Cas, you awake?” Dean asked, opening the motel room door.
But the moment he did, he realized that the room was empty.
“Dammit!” He swore turning around and returning to his car. Today was some kind of a day of missing people, he thought.
There of cause was a chance that angel just returned to his normal state, restoring his powers, or Gabriel also decided to let him join the research, or who knows what else could happen with the angel. The most logical way would be just wait till Sam calls him again, and ask Gabriel, if he knew anything. But it was Dean, he couldn’t just sit on one place and wait. Especially he considered himself as the one to blame that the powerless angel disappeared.
Before turning the engine on, Dean started to think. It was a stupid to consider that Castiel could go to a bar. He could try to return and check those two hospitals he visited this day. But there was a one single place he decided to check out first. He found this place earlier this day, when was searching for Sam. It was in a walking distance, so if Castiel left the room by himself, he could be there.
Setting sun was reflecting on a rippling surface of lake blinking with hundreds of fairy lights, it was around seven of the evening, and the spring air was cooling down rapidity after the sun started its way to the horizon.
Castiel was sitting on a ground under a tree, his head was turned towards the lake and he couldn’t see Dean walking behind him. It was quiet here, but the wind was playing with young foliage of the tree and water was rushing ten feet away from where the angel was sitting, so he also couldn’t hear Dean. Unless he still had his angelic senses. But Castiel didn’t turn his head even when the hunter was standing right behind him. May be he really didn’t hear, or may be didn’t want to pay attention.
Hunter still haven’t used to the fact the angel currently was looking exactly like Dean, and he yet again felt little bit awkward about it. He was standing quietly behind the angel with two bottles of beer not knowing how to start, then he noticed that the angel is tense, his skin covered in goose bumps. Castiel was wearing only jeans and a t-shirt, so most diffidently he was cold, but the fact that he was an angel made it hard to believe.
Dean pulled off his leather jacket - wasn’t an easy task while holding two bottles in a hand - and gently covered Castiel’s shoulders with it. Angel twitched under a touch, so Dean assumed that he actually hadn’t been noticed.
“May I sit here?” Dean asked.
Castiel just nodded. His gaze was still directed toward the lake. For one point Dean started to feel that this situation was little bit familiar. Then, when he already settled himself besides the angel, he realized that this place had exact same atmosphere like the lake he saw in his dream once - the one where Castiel visited him, trying to deliver some kind of a message.
Dean opened one bottle of beer and offered it to his friend. Castiel tilted his head, sighed and took it. For some time after that they were sitting quietly, sipping the bitter drink and looking at the lake and setting sun.
“Dean” Castiel finally pronounced. “I’m sorry.”
“Wha… wait, why?” Dean surprised. “That had to be me who should say sorry. Well I’m just not good at it, you know. I just felt like shit, I was frustrated and scared.”
And then angel started to chuckle. Even with a fact that he was doing it with Dean’s voice, it sounded so Castiel-like: “I believe you just did it” the angel finally said.
“Oh, ok,” the hunter nodded. - “That was easier than I expected.”
“Yes, it was.” Castiel agreed. “Although I believe I also said a lot of things which upset you and I regret it.”
“Well, yeah, may be.” The older Winchester nodded. “To tell the truth I would punch you to the face at the moment, if you wouldn’t fell unconscious. But, on a second thought, no, I probably wouldn’t able to do it to my very own face.”
“Then maybe there is something good in this curse?” Angel smiled.
This time it was Dean’s turn to chuckle.
Castiel closed his eyes, bundling up in Dean’s jacket, smelling this familiar mix of leather and motor oil. Suddenly his stomach started to create weird sounds, making the graceless angel feel uncomfortable.
Dean in his turn started to laugh: “Wow, Cas! You’re hungry, aren’t you?” He asked. With those words he stood up and moved towards his car he left several hundred feet from the tree they were sitting under. In a less than a minute he returned with a pack in his hands.
Castiel gave him a questioning look.
“Burgers!” Dean smiled. “I know you couldn’t even look at them after that incident with the Famine, but, it’s better than sit here hungry, right?” And he passed the bag to Castiel.
Angel smiled and nodded: “We will share them.” He proposed.
Dean felt how blood rushed to his cheeks, making them slightly red. He only hoped that Castiel didn’t notice it. All this conversation sounded like a one huge chick-flick moment. If he and Castiel were still in their own bodies, all this “sitting under a tree, staring at the lake and sharing burgers” would never happen.
“Ok. But only cause It’s difficult to argue with yourself.” He mumbled discontentedly.
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Chapter 5. In which Gabriel is making fun of Sam, and Dean is learning how to apologies.
Author: Rinienne
Rating: PG-NC17 will be different in different chapters. PG-13 for this one.
Genre : crack/humor, romance
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Balthazar, Gabriel
Spoilers: I think to the beginning of season 6, but really not much, because its little bit AU (where some stuff happened in the tv-show didn't happened)
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 2087
Beta: This chapter's beta is kemanorel01 who totally not a fan of Dean/Castiel, but just unfortunate enough to be my husband. lol.
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel were hunting witches. Dean and Castiel got hit by a curse, which did something weird with them. Dean was in shock, Castiel was confused, Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel found it hilarious.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
In which Gabriel is making fun of Sam, and Dean is learning how to apologies.
Castiel woke up because he felt hot. First thing he noticed that he was covered in sweat and it was difficult to breathe, as his throat was very dry. Slowly he opened his eyes, trying to look around: he was lying on a bed in a cheap motel room, covered with two heavy blankets. The pain in the body slowly started to disappear, but it was still present and together with heat and thirst it felt three times worse. There were so many inconveniences in being a human. Castiel pulled the blankets off, trying to remember how he ended on the bed. He was arguing with Dean and then he fell, and everything in his head sunk into darkness.
Oh, he was arguing with Dean.
The angel suddenly remembered everything he said to the hunter and a feeling of strong remorse insinuated into his mind. What if Dean would never talk to him again? Will never want to see him again? Of course everything he said was true, and for Castiel it really seemed sometimes, that the hunter was only using him, but for some reasons the knowledge of being right, didn’t do any good to the angel.
Castiel moved towards the kitchen, finding a glass and filling it with tap water. Cold liquid, flowing down his throat made him feel a little bit better, but the graceless angel was still pretty hot.
Castiel needed to think. He was really glad he didn’t find Dean in the room when he woke up; he wasn’t sure that he wanted to see him right now, because he was both upset and scared. Upset at Dean’s attitude towards him and scared about his own response.
His thoughts were in mess, they made something in his stomach tingle. He wasn’t sure how he ended up outside the motel room, walking aimlessly in no particular direction. The sun was warm, but the spring wind was still cool, it felt little bit too cool for someone who was in only a tee shirt, but also he felt better, because the cold air was soothing the leftovers of pain in his muscles, so he continued wandering not paying much attention on where he was going.
***
“There is no such word as “choffin” in English!” Sam mumbled, looking at Gabriel with distrust.
“Oh, I bet there is!” The archangel chuckled softly.
They were sitting on a floor over a squared board, with little plastic checks on it. Every check contained letters the hunter and the archangel was putting in lines to compose words.
“Take a look in a dictionary, you will see.” Sam crossed his arms on his chest, sighing: “I though angels are better with languages. Although, what else could I expect from you?”
“Sammy-Sammy,” Gabriel smiled. “First - you don’t know me this well to judge. Second…” Gabriel snapped his fingers and a thick heavy book appeared right in front of the younger hunter. Sam barely had time to react, catching the book, before it could fall on a pile of letter covered checks.
Sam took the book and looked at the cover: “Webster’s New Words Dictionary” the book was telling. It was easy enough, now Sam surely could prove that the Trickster was wrong. He opened the book, searching for the letter “C”. But when he actually reached the page where “choffin” shouldn’t be, his eyes went round. Here, among other words starting with C Sam found “Choffin” which was defined as a intercropping of words “Chocolate” and “muffin”.
Sam tore his gaze from the dictionary and glanced at Gabriel with confusion: “It can’t be right.” He shook his head.
Suddenly archangel busted into laugh.
“Wait. Is it the only one dictionary that has this word?” Sam asked.
“Well, if you give me ten minutes, I can make all the dictionaries in the world to have it.”
“So, you want to say, you mojoed the word into the book?” Same sighed, putting the book away on the coffee table. “I am not gonna play scrabble with you anymore.”
Sam stood from the floor returning to the couch. The soft surface engulfed around his lower body in a very comforting way, making younger Winchester forget about everything for a moment. Sam closed his eyes, laying his head on a back-rest of the couch, but then he felt like the weight of the couch moved to another side. Sam opened his eyes and saw the archangel sitting next to him with a plate in his hand.
“Choffin?” Gabriel smiled mawkishly, holding the plate with chocolate muffins out, offering them to the hunter.
Sam nodded, taking one muffin from the plate and biting it. Sam wasn’t a big fan of sweets, but this muffin was delicious, with short-brittle dough and dark chocolate filling, hunter had an urge to moan over it, but he decided to hold it.
“You Like it, don’t you?” Gabriel inquired.
Sam just nodded in reply as he had a mouthful of muffin.
“My favorites… with Aphrodisiac…”
On these words Sam choked on his muffin trying to spit out half-chewed piece of chocolate dough, making Gabriel busting into laugh yet once again.
“I… I was just kidding!” Gasped the archangel, wiping a small tear from his eye with his thumb: “It’s just so funny to watch you doing those faces of yours.”
“Ok, dude, listen” growled Sam angrily “I’m tired of you messing with me around. I consider your idea about leaving our brothers alone to “discover their feelings towards each-other” stupid, because they don’t have any feelings! They are both dudes! And maybe I don’t know anything about Cas’s preferences, but I know Dean too well! He won’t look towards another guy. Uh, well, an angel.”
“You understand that angels are genderless, right?” Gabriel asked, finally recovering from laughing.
“I do, but Dean… he is bit more closed minded” Sam sighed. “And Cas… for him he sure appear as a guy.”
Sam shook his head looking at the muffin he started to eat trying to decide should he finish it or not. Knowing Gabriel muffin totally could be with some sort of aphrodisiacs even if he said he was joking about it. Or maybe, even worse, purgatives. So he decided to let it be.
For short time they both were silent, and then Sam decided to break it again: “Still, it’s just quite difficult to look at someone in a male body and think about it as a genderless creature. I think it’s a human psychology.” He said.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Gabriel agreed. His face suddenly became thoughtful and it was really unusual to see the archangel like this. “Do you know that my first vessel was a female?” He pronounced all of the sudden.
***
“Hey, Cas, you awake?” Dean asked, opening the motel room door.
But the moment he did, he realized that the room was empty.
“Dammit!” He swore turning around and returning to his car. Today was some kind of a day of missing people, he thought.
There of cause was a chance that angel just returned to his normal state, restoring his powers, or Gabriel also decided to let him join the research, or who knows what else could happen with the angel. The most logical way would be just wait till Sam calls him again, and ask Gabriel, if he knew anything. But it was Dean, he couldn’t just sit on one place and wait. Especially he considered himself as the one to blame that the powerless angel disappeared.
Before turning the engine on, Dean started to think. It was a stupid to consider that Castiel could go to a bar. He could try to return and check those two hospitals he visited this day. But there was a one single place he decided to check out first. He found this place earlier this day, when was searching for Sam. It was in a walking distance, so if Castiel left the room by himself, he could be there.
Setting sun was reflecting on a rippling surface of lake blinking with hundreds of fairy lights, it was around seven of the evening, and the spring air was cooling down rapidity after the sun started its way to the horizon.
Castiel was sitting on a ground under a tree, his head was turned towards the lake and he couldn’t see Dean walking behind him. It was quiet here, but the wind was playing with young foliage of the tree and water was rushing ten feet away from where the angel was sitting, so he also couldn’t hear Dean. Unless he still had his angelic senses. But Castiel didn’t turn his head even when the hunter was standing right behind him. May be he really didn’t hear, or may be didn’t want to pay attention.
Hunter still haven’t used to the fact the angel currently was looking exactly like Dean, and he yet again felt little bit awkward about it. He was standing quietly behind the angel with two bottles of beer not knowing how to start, then he noticed that the angel is tense, his skin covered in goose bumps. Castiel was wearing only jeans and a t-shirt, so most diffidently he was cold, but the fact that he was an angel made it hard to believe.
Dean pulled off his leather jacket - wasn’t an easy task while holding two bottles in a hand - and gently covered Castiel’s shoulders with it. Angel twitched under a touch, so Dean assumed that he actually hadn’t been noticed.
“May I sit here?” Dean asked.
Castiel just nodded. His gaze was still directed toward the lake. For one point Dean started to feel that this situation was little bit familiar. Then, when he already settled himself besides the angel, he realized that this place had exact same atmosphere like the lake he saw in his dream once - the one where Castiel visited him, trying to deliver some kind of a message.
Dean opened one bottle of beer and offered it to his friend. Castiel tilted his head, sighed and took it. For some time after that they were sitting quietly, sipping the bitter drink and looking at the lake and setting sun.
“Dean” Castiel finally pronounced. “I’m sorry.”
“Wha… wait, why?” Dean surprised. “That had to be me who should say sorry. Well I’m just not good at it, you know. I just felt like shit, I was frustrated and scared.”
And then angel started to chuckle. Even with a fact that he was doing it with Dean’s voice, it sounded so Castiel-like: “I believe you just did it” the angel finally said.
“Oh, ok,” the hunter nodded. - “That was easier than I expected.”
“Yes, it was.” Castiel agreed. “Although I believe I also said a lot of things which upset you and I regret it.”
“Well, yeah, may be.” The older Winchester nodded. “To tell the truth I would punch you to the face at the moment, if you wouldn’t fell unconscious. But, on a second thought, no, I probably wouldn’t able to do it to my very own face.”
“Then maybe there is something good in this curse?” Angel smiled.
This time it was Dean’s turn to chuckle.
Castiel closed his eyes, bundling up in Dean’s jacket, smelling this familiar mix of leather and motor oil. Suddenly his stomach started to create weird sounds, making the graceless angel feel uncomfortable.
Dean in his turn started to laugh: “Wow, Cas! You’re hungry, aren’t you?” He asked. With those words he stood up and moved towards his car he left several hundred feet from the tree they were sitting under. In a less than a minute he returned with a pack in his hands.
Castiel gave him a questioning look.
“Burgers!” Dean smiled. “I know you couldn’t even look at them after that incident with the Famine, but, it’s better than sit here hungry, right?” And he passed the bag to Castiel.
Angel smiled and nodded: “We will share them.” He proposed.
Dean felt how blood rushed to his cheeks, making them slightly red. He only hoped that Castiel didn’t notice it. All this conversation sounded like a one huge chick-flick moment. If he and Castiel were still in their own bodies, all this “sitting under a tree, staring at the lake and sharing burgers” would never happen.
“Ok. But only cause It’s difficult to argue with yourself.” He mumbled discontentedly.
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