Fat Rain
Title: Fat Rain
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW/WB
Author's notes: Written for wandersfound for the Fic-Fest at whedonland
Summary: Castiel has a new obsession - The Rain.
Castiel stared up at the sky, staring at the black clouds over head, watching as each individual rain drop fell to the earth, each a perfect sphere until it hit the ground, each of them containing a small rainbow inside and all of them more beautiful than the previous raindrop before them.
He had heard some children in the past, talking about rain. They had called it God’s tears. He hadn’t understood why they would say that back then, but now, with his new eyes, ears and flesh, he finally got it. Finally understood why they would compare it to something belonging to the Lord. And in a way, it did belong to him as he created it.
But they weren’t his tears. The Lord wasn’t in the Heavens anymore. No one knew where he was. He was, in the words of Dean, MIA.
Which had angered Castiel at first.
He had been stripped of his wings because the hierarchy had decided that he was to be punished for his actions, not because the Lord had commanded it. He was sure that his Lord would not be happy with they way in which he’d been treated, but there was nothing that could be done now. Even if he did come back, his Grace had been destroyed. So unlike Anna, there was no return for him.
He was human now.
And that, he now realised, was his destiny. It was meant to be. And knowing that he had such a destiny, he couldn’t maintain any anger that he felt towards his Father or his brothers and sisters.
So he took to his new life with zealous. Taking his time to eat pie specifically picked out for him by Dean, savouring every mouthful and the way in which it made him fill with excitement every time Dean or Sam suggested they go to a diner for breakfast. He would inhale his coffee deeply before tasting it, letting the smell wash over him, making him dizzy and his mouth water with a desperate thirst.
He was yet to experience alcohol. He didn’t think he would though. It was man made drug that did awful things to those who consumed it. But then, so was coffee, so his argument was sort of null and void there, something that Dean had taken great pleasure in pointing out.
Dean.
By all rights, he should hate him. Should resent him for what had happened. It was his fault he turned on his brothers, his fault he interfered in the destiny of a human, something that was completely forbidden, and it was his fault that he began to doubt, began to feel emotions.
But he couldn’t muster one ounce of anger or hatred for him.
When he started to feel doubts, he could’ve stepped back, allowed Zachariah to take over completely. But he didn’t. He chose the path to protect Dean, to stay with him and guide him in the way in which he felt was the right path, not the way in which he was ordered to. Dean didn’t make him do anything. Yes, he pushed him, using the weapon of his mouth to attack. But he didn’t force him to turn, to help him escape from the Green Room. Castiel did that all on his own.
And besides. How could someone have anger for one of God’s most beautiful creations?
Yes, Dean Winchester truly was a beautiful creature, both on the inside and out. Castiel had seen his soul, had touched it and left his mark on it forever, and it was the brightest, most powerful soul he had ever witnessed, so much so that it had he been in his vessel, he would’ve been blinded.
Perhaps he had developed a ‘soft spot’ for him and that was his downfall. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now. None of that mattered now. They had more important things to worry about, like God and Lucifer.
Sighing, he tilted his head back as far as it would go, his arms out at his side to maintain his balance as he closed his eyes and let the rain splatter off his face. He was soaked through, but he didn’t care. Actually feeling wetness was still a novelty to him, even more so when it was due to natural causes.
The rain falling on him was what Dean called ‘Fat Rain’. He called it that because each raindrop was almost an entire centimetre in diameter. It wasn’t falling very fast or heavy, but with the mixture of the moisture in the air and the warm end of summer South Dakota air, he knew that it would begin to get heavier pretty soon and no doubt thunder and lightening would be accompanying it.
Spinning slowly on the spot, his feet dragging in the mud of Bobby’s yard, he smiled slightly to himself when he heard the back door opening and closing. He knew who it was that had stepped outside. Bobby and Sam usually left him to his own devices when he was like this, but not Dean. Dean always came after him, wanting to know what he was doing, experiencing everything for the first time with him, holding his hand so to speak.
After a few moments of silence, of what Castiel assumed would be Dean standing watching him from the shelter of the back porch, the sound of wet footsteps approaching him reached his ears.
Continuing to turn, Castiel rid the smile from his face just as the footsteps stopped a mere few feet away.
“Dean,” he said quietly.
There was silence for a few seconds before Dean spoke, “Should I even ask how you knew it was me?”
“I could hear you thinking,” Castiel told him, letting his smile creep back on his face.
Dean snorted at him and waited until Castiel had stopped spinning and had lowered his gaze to settle on him before speaking again.
“So what are you doing out here?” Dean asked, wrapping his arms around himself, “You do realise it’s raining right?”
“You just answered your own question,” Castiel said, his eyes sparkling with humour.
Dean stared at him, then up at the sky and then back down at him again, unable to stop his own smile from creeping onto his face, “So it’s rain now?” he asked.
Castiel reached forward and pulled Dean to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, “Close your eyes and turn your face towards the sky.”
“Cas…” Dean said, his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, trying to protest.
“Sam and Bobby won’t care,” Castiel told him as Dean looked behind him to the house.
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one that’s gonna be made fun of for the rest of your life.”
“Dean.”
Dean sighed, “Fine. But you owe me,” he told him, closing his eyes and turning his face upwards, Castiel copying him, “So what am I doing here anyway?”
“Feeling the rain on your face,” Castiel explained, “Listening to it fall.”
“Right. Of course I am.”
Castiel opened his eyes and looked at Dean, watching as the rain silently fell onto his face, making his sun kissed skin glisten in a way that seemed completely and utterly otherworldly.
“Are you staring at me?” Dean asked.
“No,” Castiel lied.
Dean opened his eyes but kept his face turned upwards as he glanced down at him, “Did you just lie Cas?”
“No.”
Dean smiled and closed his eyes again, “You know, I heard once that lying was a sin.”
Castiel didn’t answer him though. He knew that Dean was only teasing him and that he wouldn’t be going to hell for such a small lie. Contrary to popular belief, the rules weren’t that strict. So instead he continued to watch Dean, watched as a trail of water travelled over his cheek, across his freckles and down past him mouth, catching slightly at the corner so that Dean stuck his tongue out to catch it, missing by a fraction of a second so that it continued on it’s way down, over his chin before sliding down his throat.
“Um, Cas?” Dean said, stiffening slightly.
“Yes Dean?” Castiel asked rather breathily.
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
When Castiel didn’t answer, Dean opened his eyes and looked down at him, waiting for an explanation. But Castiel couldn’t give one, as he was too busy trying to hide his blush and get his body to behave itself.
“Cas?” Dean said softly, removing his hand from his shoulder and using it to tilt Castiel’s face upwards, “It’s okay.”
“Is it?” Castiel asked, completely unsure of himself.
Dean smiled at him before leaning forward and capturing his mouth with his own in the softest of kisses, completely stealing Castiel’s breath away in the process.
When Dean pulled back, he stroked a gentle hand across Castiel’s jaw, before sweeping some of his dripping wet hair away from his eyes and bestowing the most affectionate look upon him.
“Yeah Cas. It is.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to CW/WB
Author's notes: Written for wandersfound for the Fic-Fest at whedonland
Summary: Castiel has a new obsession - The Rain.
Castiel stared up at the sky, staring at the black clouds over head, watching as each individual rain drop fell to the earth, each a perfect sphere until it hit the ground, each of them containing a small rainbow inside and all of them more beautiful than the previous raindrop before them.
He had heard some children in the past, talking about rain. They had called it God’s tears. He hadn’t understood why they would say that back then, but now, with his new eyes, ears and flesh, he finally got it. Finally understood why they would compare it to something belonging to the Lord. And in a way, it did belong to him as he created it.
But they weren’t his tears. The Lord wasn’t in the Heavens anymore. No one knew where he was. He was, in the words of Dean, MIA.
Which had angered Castiel at first.
He had been stripped of his wings because the hierarchy had decided that he was to be punished for his actions, not because the Lord had commanded it. He was sure that his Lord would not be happy with they way in which he’d been treated, but there was nothing that could be done now. Even if he did come back, his Grace had been destroyed. So unlike Anna, there was no return for him.
He was human now.
And that, he now realised, was his destiny. It was meant to be. And knowing that he had such a destiny, he couldn’t maintain any anger that he felt towards his Father or his brothers and sisters.
So he took to his new life with zealous. Taking his time to eat pie specifically picked out for him by Dean, savouring every mouthful and the way in which it made him fill with excitement every time Dean or Sam suggested they go to a diner for breakfast. He would inhale his coffee deeply before tasting it, letting the smell wash over him, making him dizzy and his mouth water with a desperate thirst.
He was yet to experience alcohol. He didn’t think he would though. It was man made drug that did awful things to those who consumed it. But then, so was coffee, so his argument was sort of null and void there, something that Dean had taken great pleasure in pointing out.
Dean.
By all rights, he should hate him. Should resent him for what had happened. It was his fault he turned on his brothers, his fault he interfered in the destiny of a human, something that was completely forbidden, and it was his fault that he began to doubt, began to feel emotions.
But he couldn’t muster one ounce of anger or hatred for him.
When he started to feel doubts, he could’ve stepped back, allowed Zachariah to take over completely. But he didn’t. He chose the path to protect Dean, to stay with him and guide him in the way in which he felt was the right path, not the way in which he was ordered to. Dean didn’t make him do anything. Yes, he pushed him, using the weapon of his mouth to attack. But he didn’t force him to turn, to help him escape from the Green Room. Castiel did that all on his own.
And besides. How could someone have anger for one of God’s most beautiful creations?
Yes, Dean Winchester truly was a beautiful creature, both on the inside and out. Castiel had seen his soul, had touched it and left his mark on it forever, and it was the brightest, most powerful soul he had ever witnessed, so much so that it had he been in his vessel, he would’ve been blinded.
Perhaps he had developed a ‘soft spot’ for him and that was his downfall. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now. None of that mattered now. They had more important things to worry about, like God and Lucifer.
Sighing, he tilted his head back as far as it would go, his arms out at his side to maintain his balance as he closed his eyes and let the rain splatter off his face. He was soaked through, but he didn’t care. Actually feeling wetness was still a novelty to him, even more so when it was due to natural causes.
The rain falling on him was what Dean called ‘Fat Rain’. He called it that because each raindrop was almost an entire centimetre in diameter. It wasn’t falling very fast or heavy, but with the mixture of the moisture in the air and the warm end of summer South Dakota air, he knew that it would begin to get heavier pretty soon and no doubt thunder and lightening would be accompanying it.
Spinning slowly on the spot, his feet dragging in the mud of Bobby’s yard, he smiled slightly to himself when he heard the back door opening and closing. He knew who it was that had stepped outside. Bobby and Sam usually left him to his own devices when he was like this, but not Dean. Dean always came after him, wanting to know what he was doing, experiencing everything for the first time with him, holding his hand so to speak.
After a few moments of silence, of what Castiel assumed would be Dean standing watching him from the shelter of the back porch, the sound of wet footsteps approaching him reached his ears.
Continuing to turn, Castiel rid the smile from his face just as the footsteps stopped a mere few feet away.
“Dean,” he said quietly.
There was silence for a few seconds before Dean spoke, “Should I even ask how you knew it was me?”
“I could hear you thinking,” Castiel told him, letting his smile creep back on his face.
Dean snorted at him and waited until Castiel had stopped spinning and had lowered his gaze to settle on him before speaking again.
“So what are you doing out here?” Dean asked, wrapping his arms around himself, “You do realise it’s raining right?”
“You just answered your own question,” Castiel said, his eyes sparkling with humour.
Dean stared at him, then up at the sky and then back down at him again, unable to stop his own smile from creeping onto his face, “So it’s rain now?” he asked.
Castiel reached forward and pulled Dean to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, “Close your eyes and turn your face towards the sky.”
“Cas…” Dean said, his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, trying to protest.
“Sam and Bobby won’t care,” Castiel told him as Dean looked behind him to the house.
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one that’s gonna be made fun of for the rest of your life.”
“Dean.”
Dean sighed, “Fine. But you owe me,” he told him, closing his eyes and turning his face upwards, Castiel copying him, “So what am I doing here anyway?”
“Feeling the rain on your face,” Castiel explained, “Listening to it fall.”
“Right. Of course I am.”
Castiel opened his eyes and looked at Dean, watching as the rain silently fell onto his face, making his sun kissed skin glisten in a way that seemed completely and utterly otherworldly.
“Are you staring at me?” Dean asked.
“No,” Castiel lied.
Dean opened his eyes but kept his face turned upwards as he glanced down at him, “Did you just lie Cas?”
“No.”
Dean smiled and closed his eyes again, “You know, I heard once that lying was a sin.”
Castiel didn’t answer him though. He knew that Dean was only teasing him and that he wouldn’t be going to hell for such a small lie. Contrary to popular belief, the rules weren’t that strict. So instead he continued to watch Dean, watched as a trail of water travelled over his cheek, across his freckles and down past him mouth, catching slightly at the corner so that Dean stuck his tongue out to catch it, missing by a fraction of a second so that it continued on it’s way down, over his chin before sliding down his throat.
“Um, Cas?” Dean said, stiffening slightly.
“Yes Dean?” Castiel asked rather breathily.
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
When Castiel didn’t answer, Dean opened his eyes and looked down at him, waiting for an explanation. But Castiel couldn’t give one, as he was too busy trying to hide his blush and get his body to behave itself.
“Cas?” Dean said softly, removing his hand from his shoulder and using it to tilt Castiel’s face upwards, “It’s okay.”
“Is it?” Castiel asked, completely unsure of himself.
Dean smiled at him before leaning forward and capturing his mouth with his own in the softest of kisses, completely stealing Castiel’s breath away in the process.
When Dean pulled back, he stroked a gentle hand across Castiel’s jaw, before sweeping some of his dripping wet hair away from his eyes and bestowing the most affectionate look upon him.
“Yeah Cas. It is.”
THE END