FIC: "To Be a Winchester" by shadow_artemis - PG - (7/14)
Title: To Be a Winchester: Movies (7/14)
Author: shadow_artemis
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, some Sam (pre-Destiel if you choose to view it that way)
Rating: PG for language
Summary: It had all started out so simply: “If you’re gonna be apart of this family, you’re gonna have to start acting like a Winchester.” Now Dean wasn't so sure.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I'm just a college bum. I owe more than I own.
Notes: Back to pre-Apocalypse, and soon after chapter five. Post-Dark Side of the Moon, if that counts for anything.
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“What’d you think, man?” Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder to gauge Castiel’s response and patiently waiting for the DVD player to eject the disk. For all the advances in technology Sam went on and on about, they still couldn’t hold a candle to the solid and reliable performances of the classic machines, at least in the elder Winchester’s mind. Of course, when it came to sheer video quality, DVDs were light-years ahead of the old VHS cassettes he and Sam had watched as kids, not that he'd ever admit the small concession to his younger brother's face.
Besides, the motel’s television was only accompanied by a DVD player, so he took what he could get, especially when the angel showed up on their temporary doorstep with popcorn and a bag of movies. Not just any movies, either. He brought nothing but pure classics: Indiana Jones, Star Wars, the first Rocky, Back to the Future, The Shining, and a handful of others. He knew they’d never make it through all of them in one night, but had heard that it was the thought that counted. They'd get around to watching all of them eventually, anyway. Sometimes a movie was the perfect respite from the constant effort to prevent the end of the world.
Dean wasn’t sure how he’d known to pick those movies, whether it was from paying attention or an instinctual sense for good movies, but it put an instant smile on his face. Of course, Star Wars had been the natural first choice, being an absolute essential from his childhood and purely awesome movie.
“It was great,” the angel responded. “Though it's the first movie I've ever seen, so I don’t have a lot to base my opinion against.” The hunter chuckled, setting the DVD case next to the stack of other movies.
“Believe me, there are some godawful movies out there. It’s probably better to just keep you pure for now. We can ruin you later.” The hunter paused a second, one eyebrow arching. “And that is something I never thought I would say.” The angel smirked, catching the hint of innuendo and actually understanding it; to both Sam and Dean, this spoke volumes about how much he was beginning to emulate the older brother. While this development made the shorter Winchester grin, the younger man, glancing up from the novel he was reading on the other side of the room, snorted.
“Dude, if he got that, then you've probably already ruined him.” Despite the fact that this was most definitely not a compliment, the elder Winchester's grin only widened, face beaming with something akin to cocksure pride.
“Must be doing something right, then.” He turned back to the angel, who watched the short exchange with amusement. “So, favorite part?” Castiel, after realizing that he was being addressed again, took a moment to consider his answer.
“I thoroughly enjoyed the entire movie, but I'm particularly fond of the final run on the Death Star.” Dean, from the kitchenette where he was putting another bag of popcorn into the microwave, glanced over his shoulder to the angel.
“When Luke uses the Force to hit the exhaust port instead of his computers?” he clarified, squinting at the microwave as he tried to remember what he'd done to get the last bag right. One thing he'd learned from a life on the road was that the damn things never could work in the exact same way. Always had to be different, like they were out to undercook your food and burn your popcorn every time you used a new one.
“Yes,” Cas nodded, drawing Dean back from his inner diatribe on microwave mechanics. “It may be a foolish move, considering how little training and knowledge he had, but his faith in something beyond himself is admirable. Of course,” he added, voice taking on a heavier tone, eyes dropping to the floor, “he had visible proof that his belief was real. Faith is easy when you know it isn't completely unfounded.”
In the wake of his pained words, a dark, uncomfortable silence settled over the room, interrupted only by the increasingly frequent sound of popping popcorn. Dean studied the stained linoleum countertop intently, while Sam stared at his book without really reading the words. When the popcorn finished, the older Winchester pulled it out and moved back to the couch, dropping down next to the angel who gazed stoically upward.
“So the Force is a natural, omniscient presence within all beings,” Castiel said, breaking the silence. Dean glanced over at the angel, who pulled a handful of the butter-heavy popcorn from the bag in Dean's arms even though his eyes remained glued to the ceiling. The hunter next to him nodded, glad the awkward moment was over.
“It’s what binds the Universe together, it’s apart of all living things, it connects everything, just like Obi Wan said,” Dean replied, grabbing a handful of popcorn for himself. Cas munched his own popcorn thoughtfully for a few seconds, before looking at Dean with a wisp of a smile on his lips.
“I think I like that. It may be a work of fiction, but the idea that we all have a part of the cosmological power within us is intriguing. Of course, only a few can recognize and utilize this power, but Han Solo wasn't a Jedi, and he was still badass.”
“Damn straight,” Dean replied with a grin. “Luke may be the last Jedi, but Han's just a regular guy who still kicks ass and takes names. He was my hero when we were kids.”
“He still is,” Sam quipped over the top of his book, garnering a shrug and a smirk from his older brother.
“Until someone better comes along. And since the standard's already pretty damn high, don't think that'll be changing soon.” He traded grins with Cas, who seemed to be scrutinizing him at the same time.
“You would fit Han's description very well yourself,” he stated, looking the hunter up and down. “You drive an old vehicle that can still outperform everyone else. You're sarcastic and cocky, and quick to shoot if you have to. The law is always hunting for you, and trouble is wherever you go.” Though he'd drawn the same conclusion time and again, it was good to have someone else echo the concept. With a playful grin, Cas added, “And that's forgetting that you travel extensively with a hairy beast that is much taller than you are.” Surprised once again by the sudden humor from the angel, Dean broke into an unexpected grin, laughing loudly.
“Hey!” Sam shouted from his bed across the room, hurling a pillow at the angel, which was easily dodged. Cas only grinned broadly, tossing a buttery piece of popcorn at the taller man. Sam knocked it out of the air with practiced ease, but now he was smiling too.
“It must take you Wookiees a long time to shave your entire body,” the angel commented, earning another round of laughter from Dean and another pillow to avoid for Cas himself. Even Sam was chuckling now, book forgotten. A friendly pat on the shoulder drew his attention back to the older Winchester, who was grinning like a maniac.
“Dude, leave Chewie alone,” he chided with a complete lack of conviction. The smile really ruined it. “If you're really this entertaining with just one movie under your belt, we've got a lot more movies to get though.” He stood up, inspecting the pile of DVDs. After a second, he turned to the angel, still smiling and now holding a case in each hand. “Now, Indiana Jones or Back to the Future?”
Author: shadow_artemis
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, some Sam (pre-Destiel if you choose to view it that way)
Rating: PG for language
Summary: It had all started out so simply: “If you’re gonna be apart of this family, you’re gonna have to start acting like a Winchester.” Now Dean wasn't so sure.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I'm just a college bum. I owe more than I own.
Notes: Back to pre-Apocalypse, and soon after chapter five. Post-Dark Side of the Moon, if that counts for anything.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
“What’d you think, man?” Dean asked, glancing over his shoulder to gauge Castiel’s response and patiently waiting for the DVD player to eject the disk. For all the advances in technology Sam went on and on about, they still couldn’t hold a candle to the solid and reliable performances of the classic machines, at least in the elder Winchester’s mind. Of course, when it came to sheer video quality, DVDs were light-years ahead of the old VHS cassettes he and Sam had watched as kids, not that he'd ever admit the small concession to his younger brother's face.
Besides, the motel’s television was only accompanied by a DVD player, so he took what he could get, especially when the angel showed up on their temporary doorstep with popcorn and a bag of movies. Not just any movies, either. He brought nothing but pure classics: Indiana Jones, Star Wars, the first Rocky, Back to the Future, The Shining, and a handful of others. He knew they’d never make it through all of them in one night, but had heard that it was the thought that counted. They'd get around to watching all of them eventually, anyway. Sometimes a movie was the perfect respite from the constant effort to prevent the end of the world.
Dean wasn’t sure how he’d known to pick those movies, whether it was from paying attention or an instinctual sense for good movies, but it put an instant smile on his face. Of course, Star Wars had been the natural first choice, being an absolute essential from his childhood and purely awesome movie.
“It was great,” the angel responded. “Though it's the first movie I've ever seen, so I don’t have a lot to base my opinion against.” The hunter chuckled, setting the DVD case next to the stack of other movies.
“Believe me, there are some godawful movies out there. It’s probably better to just keep you pure for now. We can ruin you later.” The hunter paused a second, one eyebrow arching. “And that is something I never thought I would say.” The angel smirked, catching the hint of innuendo and actually understanding it; to both Sam and Dean, this spoke volumes about how much he was beginning to emulate the older brother. While this development made the shorter Winchester grin, the younger man, glancing up from the novel he was reading on the other side of the room, snorted.
“Dude, if he got that, then you've probably already ruined him.” Despite the fact that this was most definitely not a compliment, the elder Winchester's grin only widened, face beaming with something akin to cocksure pride.
“Must be doing something right, then.” He turned back to the angel, who watched the short exchange with amusement. “So, favorite part?” Castiel, after realizing that he was being addressed again, took a moment to consider his answer.
“I thoroughly enjoyed the entire movie, but I'm particularly fond of the final run on the Death Star.” Dean, from the kitchenette where he was putting another bag of popcorn into the microwave, glanced over his shoulder to the angel.
“When Luke uses the Force to hit the exhaust port instead of his computers?” he clarified, squinting at the microwave as he tried to remember what he'd done to get the last bag right. One thing he'd learned from a life on the road was that the damn things never could work in the exact same way. Always had to be different, like they were out to undercook your food and burn your popcorn every time you used a new one.
“Yes,” Cas nodded, drawing Dean back from his inner diatribe on microwave mechanics. “It may be a foolish move, considering how little training and knowledge he had, but his faith in something beyond himself is admirable. Of course,” he added, voice taking on a heavier tone, eyes dropping to the floor, “he had visible proof that his belief was real. Faith is easy when you know it isn't completely unfounded.”
In the wake of his pained words, a dark, uncomfortable silence settled over the room, interrupted only by the increasingly frequent sound of popping popcorn. Dean studied the stained linoleum countertop intently, while Sam stared at his book without really reading the words. When the popcorn finished, the older Winchester pulled it out and moved back to the couch, dropping down next to the angel who gazed stoically upward.
“So the Force is a natural, omniscient presence within all beings,” Castiel said, breaking the silence. Dean glanced over at the angel, who pulled a handful of the butter-heavy popcorn from the bag in Dean's arms even though his eyes remained glued to the ceiling. The hunter next to him nodded, glad the awkward moment was over.
“It’s what binds the Universe together, it’s apart of all living things, it connects everything, just like Obi Wan said,” Dean replied, grabbing a handful of popcorn for himself. Cas munched his own popcorn thoughtfully for a few seconds, before looking at Dean with a wisp of a smile on his lips.
“I think I like that. It may be a work of fiction, but the idea that we all have a part of the cosmological power within us is intriguing. Of course, only a few can recognize and utilize this power, but Han Solo wasn't a Jedi, and he was still badass.”
“Damn straight,” Dean replied with a grin. “Luke may be the last Jedi, but Han's just a regular guy who still kicks ass and takes names. He was my hero when we were kids.”
“He still is,” Sam quipped over the top of his book, garnering a shrug and a smirk from his older brother.
“Until someone better comes along. And since the standard's already pretty damn high, don't think that'll be changing soon.” He traded grins with Cas, who seemed to be scrutinizing him at the same time.
“You would fit Han's description very well yourself,” he stated, looking the hunter up and down. “You drive an old vehicle that can still outperform everyone else. You're sarcastic and cocky, and quick to shoot if you have to. The law is always hunting for you, and trouble is wherever you go.” Though he'd drawn the same conclusion time and again, it was good to have someone else echo the concept. With a playful grin, Cas added, “And that's forgetting that you travel extensively with a hairy beast that is much taller than you are.” Surprised once again by the sudden humor from the angel, Dean broke into an unexpected grin, laughing loudly.
“Hey!” Sam shouted from his bed across the room, hurling a pillow at the angel, which was easily dodged. Cas only grinned broadly, tossing a buttery piece of popcorn at the taller man. Sam knocked it out of the air with practiced ease, but now he was smiling too.
“It must take you Wookiees a long time to shave your entire body,” the angel commented, earning another round of laughter from Dean and another pillow to avoid for Cas himself. Even Sam was chuckling now, book forgotten. A friendly pat on the shoulder drew his attention back to the older Winchester, who was grinning like a maniac.
“Dude, leave Chewie alone,” he chided with a complete lack of conviction. The smile really ruined it. “If you're really this entertaining with just one movie under your belt, we've got a lot more movies to get though.” He stood up, inspecting the pile of DVDs. After a second, he turned to the angel, still smiling and now holding a case in each hand. “Now, Indiana Jones or Back to the Future?”