Unexpected
Title: Unexpected
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural is property of CW/WB
Author's notes: My first Dean/Cas fic so concrit is welcome. Written in response to this spoiler
Summary: Dean thinks he's ugly and unattractive. Castiel tells him otherwise.
Dean stood and watched as Sam pushed Becky’s hand off him again, feeling slightly confused… and not just about the whole forty two dogs thing either. What did she mean he wasn’t what she pictured? What the hell was that all about?
“What’s going on?”
As one, the three of them turned to see Castiel coming out of the bathroom, towelling his shower damp hair.
“Oh look it’s Yoko,” Becky said quietly, making Sam, Dean and Castiel all frown at her.
“Cas, this is Becky,” Sam said, “She’s a friend of Chuck’s.”
Castiel’s eyebrow shot up at that, “You were sent here by the prophet?”
“Uh yeah,” Becky nodded, the scowl still evident in her face, “Anyway, message delivered. I have to go now,” she said as she turned to face Sam once more, “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered before using an unexpected strength to pull him down into a hard kiss.
Dean and Castiel stood in slight shock and watched as Sam tried but failed to pull away from her, his arms flailing in the air until she finally let go with a loud pop.
“Wow,” she whispered before finally turning and leaving.
The three of them were silent for a moment before Castiel finally spoke, “She gave you a message.”
“What do you know about the Hill of Forty Two Dogs?” Sam asked, trying his best to hide his blush, “I mean, do you know where it is or what it is?”
Castiel frowned, “Well it depends on what particular mythology you are following.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, finally speaking up.
“There are multiple mentions of the Hill of Forty Two Dogs throughout a dozen different mythologies and folklore. Depending on which one you believe, it could actually be made up of the souls of men rather than dogs, be located in Egypt, Hawaii, Norway, Mexico, Antartica, China… I could go on.”
Dean sighed, “So what now?”
“Now, I guess we try and figure out which one Chuck’s talking about,” Sam said as he sat back down at his laptop.
“Right,” Dean said with a nod, “You do that. I need some air.”
Sam and Castiel watched as Dean grabbed his jacket and stomped out of the room.
“Is Dean feeling okay?” Castiel asked.
Sam shrugged, “He was fine a minute ago.”
Castiel frowned before heading over to his bag and pulling on his boots. Since his return he was more human than angel now, and so Dean insisted that he behave more human like and that included changing his clothes, showering, eating and sleeping, all of which Castiel had to admit, he rather enjoyed.
“I should go check on him,” he told Sam as he put his own jacket on (a Dean hand me down), “Keep researching and we’ll go over what you find when we get back.”
”Sure, whatever,” Sam said with a sigh.
Castiel always followed Dean around like a lost puppy so he wasn’t surprised at all when he left to chase after him. He never found one without the other these days, and it wouldn’t be the first time that some motel manager had mistaken the two of them for a couple. Hell, even Sam had thought it himself on more than one occasion. He was just waiting for them to announce their engagement any day now.
~*~*~*~*~
Castiel found Dean outside, leaning against the impala and just staring at the ground.
“Dean?” he asked softly as he approached, “Is everything alright?”
Dean let out a heavy sigh and looked up at him, “Yeah, everything’s fine Cas,” he told him with a half smile.
Castiel frowned, “You’re lying,” he said.
Dean shrugged, looking away from him and out over the rest of the parking lot. Castiel didn’t say anything, instead moving over to stand next to him. They were both silent for a few minutes before Dean finally spoke.
“What’s wrong with me?” he asked.
“Sorry?” Castiel asked in surprise.
“Becky,” Dean explained, “When Sam answered the door she got all dizzy and weak at the knees and then she looked at me and was all like ‘oh you’re not what I was expecting,” he added, putting on a fake girly voice as he did so.
“And this bothers you?”
“Hell yeah it bothers me. I used to be the one that made the chicks go all speechless and uncomfortably warm, not Sam.”
“Has it not occurred to you that there is nothing wrong with you and that perhaps you are just not her type?”
Dean scoffed, not believing a word of it, “Well I guess I’m just not anybody’s type now am I?”
Castiel was silent for a moment before reaching out and gently taking hold of Dean’s hand, “That’s not true,” he said quietly.
Dean turned to look at him, not really sure he had heard him right. But from the look in his eyes and the hand holding his, there was no mistaking it.
At the lack of reaction from Dean, Castiel made to drop Dean’s hand, “I of course understand if you don’t feel the same…”
Dean interrupted him by holding onto his hand even tighter and moving to stand in front of him, pushing up into his personal space and literally pinning him to the door of the impala.
“Dean I…”
But once again, Dean silenced him. Only this time he did so by capturing his lips with his own.
Castiel melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dean’s back and pulling him impossibly close, which Dean didn’t seem to mind at all as he thrust against him slightly.
“Dean wait,” Castiel said as he finally managed to pull his lips away.
“What?” Dean asked as he stroked his fingers through Castiel’s still damp hair.
“We have to help Sam with the research on the Hill…”
Dean cut him off again, muffling Castiel’s words efficiently. Once more, Castiel melted into him, deciding to himself that the research could wait forever if he got to kiss Dean instead.
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural is property of CW/WB
Author's notes: My first Dean/Cas fic so concrit is welcome. Written in response to this spoiler
Summary: Dean thinks he's ugly and unattractive. Castiel tells him otherwise.
Dean stood and watched as Sam pushed Becky’s hand off him again, feeling slightly confused… and not just about the whole forty two dogs thing either. What did she mean he wasn’t what she pictured? What the hell was that all about?
“What’s going on?”
As one, the three of them turned to see Castiel coming out of the bathroom, towelling his shower damp hair.
“Oh look it’s Yoko,” Becky said quietly, making Sam, Dean and Castiel all frown at her.
“Cas, this is Becky,” Sam said, “She’s a friend of Chuck’s.”
Castiel’s eyebrow shot up at that, “You were sent here by the prophet?”
“Uh yeah,” Becky nodded, the scowl still evident in her face, “Anyway, message delivered. I have to go now,” she said as she turned to face Sam once more, “I’ll never forget you,” she whispered before using an unexpected strength to pull him down into a hard kiss.
Dean and Castiel stood in slight shock and watched as Sam tried but failed to pull away from her, his arms flailing in the air until she finally let go with a loud pop.
“Wow,” she whispered before finally turning and leaving.
The three of them were silent for a moment before Castiel finally spoke, “She gave you a message.”
“What do you know about the Hill of Forty Two Dogs?” Sam asked, trying his best to hide his blush, “I mean, do you know where it is or what it is?”
Castiel frowned, “Well it depends on what particular mythology you are following.”
“What do you mean?” Dean asked, finally speaking up.
“There are multiple mentions of the Hill of Forty Two Dogs throughout a dozen different mythologies and folklore. Depending on which one you believe, it could actually be made up of the souls of men rather than dogs, be located in Egypt, Hawaii, Norway, Mexico, Antartica, China… I could go on.”
Dean sighed, “So what now?”
“Now, I guess we try and figure out which one Chuck’s talking about,” Sam said as he sat back down at his laptop.
“Right,” Dean said with a nod, “You do that. I need some air.”
Sam and Castiel watched as Dean grabbed his jacket and stomped out of the room.
“Is Dean feeling okay?” Castiel asked.
Sam shrugged, “He was fine a minute ago.”
Castiel frowned before heading over to his bag and pulling on his boots. Since his return he was more human than angel now, and so Dean insisted that he behave more human like and that included changing his clothes, showering, eating and sleeping, all of which Castiel had to admit, he rather enjoyed.
“I should go check on him,” he told Sam as he put his own jacket on (a Dean hand me down), “Keep researching and we’ll go over what you find when we get back.”
”Sure, whatever,” Sam said with a sigh.
Castiel always followed Dean around like a lost puppy so he wasn’t surprised at all when he left to chase after him. He never found one without the other these days, and it wouldn’t be the first time that some motel manager had mistaken the two of them for a couple. Hell, even Sam had thought it himself on more than one occasion. He was just waiting for them to announce their engagement any day now.
~*~*~*~*~
Castiel found Dean outside, leaning against the impala and just staring at the ground.
“Dean?” he asked softly as he approached, “Is everything alright?”
Dean let out a heavy sigh and looked up at him, “Yeah, everything’s fine Cas,” he told him with a half smile.
Castiel frowned, “You’re lying,” he said.
Dean shrugged, looking away from him and out over the rest of the parking lot. Castiel didn’t say anything, instead moving over to stand next to him. They were both silent for a few minutes before Dean finally spoke.
“What’s wrong with me?” he asked.
“Sorry?” Castiel asked in surprise.
“Becky,” Dean explained, “When Sam answered the door she got all dizzy and weak at the knees and then she looked at me and was all like ‘oh you’re not what I was expecting,” he added, putting on a fake girly voice as he did so.
“And this bothers you?”
“Hell yeah it bothers me. I used to be the one that made the chicks go all speechless and uncomfortably warm, not Sam.”
“Has it not occurred to you that there is nothing wrong with you and that perhaps you are just not her type?”
Dean scoffed, not believing a word of it, “Well I guess I’m just not anybody’s type now am I?”
Castiel was silent for a moment before reaching out and gently taking hold of Dean’s hand, “That’s not true,” he said quietly.
Dean turned to look at him, not really sure he had heard him right. But from the look in his eyes and the hand holding his, there was no mistaking it.
At the lack of reaction from Dean, Castiel made to drop Dean’s hand, “I of course understand if you don’t feel the same…”
Dean interrupted him by holding onto his hand even tighter and moving to stand in front of him, pushing up into his personal space and literally pinning him to the door of the impala.
“Dean I…”
But once again, Dean silenced him. Only this time he did so by capturing his lips with his own.
Castiel melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dean’s back and pulling him impossibly close, which Dean didn’t seem to mind at all as he thrust against him slightly.
“Dean wait,” Castiel said as he finally managed to pull his lips away.
“What?” Dean asked as he stroked his fingers through Castiel’s still damp hair.
“We have to help Sam with the research on the Hill…”
Dean cut him off again, muffling Castiel’s words efficiently. Once more, Castiel melted into him, deciding to himself that the research could wait forever if he got to kiss Dean instead.
THE END