Then And Here And Now
Title: Then And Here And Now
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel/2014!Dean
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 786
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Set in 5.04
Summary: Castiel wishes he was sober to enjoy the company of two Deans.
Warnings: bit of angst, drug use, shotgunning, fallen Castiel
Notes: For my kissbingo square "experimental : threeway" It got a little angsty, but it's damned impossible to write anything set around episode 5.04 without angst!
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For the first time in over three years, Castiel wishes he wasn’t high. To experience this moment being stone sober would be even more amazing than what it already is.
Seated on the floor in front of him is both the Dean he loves and fights with, and the Dean he fell in love with.
Fucking Zachariah and his little games, sent Dean from the past to here and now.
The here and now Dean doesn’t seem to care that Castiel has fallen so far into this life of debauchery. He doesn’t care about the scores of women both of them have bedded. This Dean no longer cares about anything.
The past Dean has a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, seeing where Castiel has ended up. He realizes that at this point in time, they no longer share that passion and devotion they once had for each other. That Dean cares too much.
As the two Deans sit and talk, Castiel wonders what changed, where they went wrong. Several times in a fit of anger, the fallen angel accused Dean of allowing this to happen, showing him the well worn path of wine women and song. Some nights, those heated moments led to silence. Other nights, the result was an intense evening in bed.
Somewhere between then and now, they lost what they had.
The past Dean kept staring at Castiel. He could read that man so well. Castiel could see the burning need to know what happened, what went wrong.
The easy answer was Sam said yes. The proper answer, Castiel didn’t know.
The here and now Dean grumbled something at them and stormed out of the cabin. Castiel looked to the other Dean.
“He’ll be back,” Castiel said nonchalantly. He pulled out a small wooden box and opened it.
“I thought pot was a ‘one time deal’,” Dean said eyeing the contents. Castiel shrugged as he took out rolling papers.
“That was then,” Castiel mumbled as he began separating the dried leaves.
“You remember that night?” Dean asked as he shifted closer on the carpet. Castiel laughed.
“It’s hard to forget a grown man with his head in your lap, begging to be fed whipped cream from a can.”
Dean returned his smile and laughed.
“Yeah, well, when the moment strikes,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You weren’t even high, were you?” Castiel shook his head as he licked the sticky part of the small white paper.
“Couldn’t back then.” Castiel put the joint in his mouth and fished for his lighter. Dean reached over and pulled the joint from his mouth.
“No,” he said softly but firmly.
The here and now Dean came back in and dropped a handheld radio in past Dean’s lap.
“You’ll need this,” he said as he sat down. He looked at the joint his younger self held. “You going to spark it, or stare at it all night?”
Castiel handed the younger Dean the lighter with a smirk. Younger Dean sighed and placed the joint in between his lips. Both Castiel and the here and now Dean stared at him, licking their lips.
They may have drifted apart emotionally, but they were always aware of each other’s more base desires.
Younger Dean exhaled the smoke and raised an eyebrow at them both. He held the joint out to Castiel. Castiel shook his head. Both Deans looked at him in amazement.
“Do it like the first time,” Castiel whispered, leaning closer. Younger Dean hesitated. The here and now Dean snatched the joint from him and took a long drag. He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around the back of Castiel’s neck. Castiel went, parting his lips and ghosting them over Dean’s. Dean exhaled and Castiel sucked in the smoke, running his bottom lip over Dean’s.
They parted and Castiel went to exhale when younger Dean’s mouth sealed over his. Castiel exhaled into his mouth, running his tongue along younger lips.
The former angel’s body was humming with desire and drugs. He watched the posture of the two Dean’s change as well.
“Fuck the drugs,” Castiel muttered. He leaned forward and kissed the younger Dean. He responded immediately, kissing back with something Castiel hasn’t felt from his Dean in a long time. Love.
Castiel felt his Dean lean in and run his hand along his back. His Dean pushed forward a bit, letting the tip of his tongue trail between the joined lips.
They made room for him and the three shared kisses and light touches.
Castiel pulled away, fighting his emotions.
Both Dean’s removed their jackets with the same fluid motion.
Again, Castiel really, really wishes he was actually sober for this moment.
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Continued in Time Changes Everything
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/Castiel/2014!Dean
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 786
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: Set in 5.04
Summary: Castiel wishes he was sober to enjoy the company of two Deans.
Warnings: bit of angst, drug use, shotgunning, fallen Castiel
Notes: For my kissbingo square "experimental : threeway" It got a little angsty, but it's damned impossible to write anything set around episode 5.04 without angst!
~*~*~*~*~
For the first time in over three years, Castiel wishes he wasn’t high. To experience this moment being stone sober would be even more amazing than what it already is.
Seated on the floor in front of him is both the Dean he loves and fights with, and the Dean he fell in love with.
Fucking Zachariah and his little games, sent Dean from the past to here and now.
The here and now Dean doesn’t seem to care that Castiel has fallen so far into this life of debauchery. He doesn’t care about the scores of women both of them have bedded. This Dean no longer cares about anything.
The past Dean has a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, seeing where Castiel has ended up. He realizes that at this point in time, they no longer share that passion and devotion they once had for each other. That Dean cares too much.
As the two Deans sit and talk, Castiel wonders what changed, where they went wrong. Several times in a fit of anger, the fallen angel accused Dean of allowing this to happen, showing him the well worn path of wine women and song. Some nights, those heated moments led to silence. Other nights, the result was an intense evening in bed.
Somewhere between then and now, they lost what they had.
The past Dean kept staring at Castiel. He could read that man so well. Castiel could see the burning need to know what happened, what went wrong.
The easy answer was Sam said yes. The proper answer, Castiel didn’t know.
The here and now Dean grumbled something at them and stormed out of the cabin. Castiel looked to the other Dean.
“He’ll be back,” Castiel said nonchalantly. He pulled out a small wooden box and opened it.
“I thought pot was a ‘one time deal’,” Dean said eyeing the contents. Castiel shrugged as he took out rolling papers.
“That was then,” Castiel mumbled as he began separating the dried leaves.
“You remember that night?” Dean asked as he shifted closer on the carpet. Castiel laughed.
“It’s hard to forget a grown man with his head in your lap, begging to be fed whipped cream from a can.”
Dean returned his smile and laughed.
“Yeah, well, when the moment strikes,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You weren’t even high, were you?” Castiel shook his head as he licked the sticky part of the small white paper.
“Couldn’t back then.” Castiel put the joint in his mouth and fished for his lighter. Dean reached over and pulled the joint from his mouth.
“No,” he said softly but firmly.
The here and now Dean came back in and dropped a handheld radio in past Dean’s lap.
“You’ll need this,” he said as he sat down. He looked at the joint his younger self held. “You going to spark it, or stare at it all night?”
Castiel handed the younger Dean the lighter with a smirk. Younger Dean sighed and placed the joint in between his lips. Both Castiel and the here and now Dean stared at him, licking their lips.
They may have drifted apart emotionally, but they were always aware of each other’s more base desires.
Younger Dean exhaled the smoke and raised an eyebrow at them both. He held the joint out to Castiel. Castiel shook his head. Both Deans looked at him in amazement.
“Do it like the first time,” Castiel whispered, leaning closer. Younger Dean hesitated. The here and now Dean snatched the joint from him and took a long drag. He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around the back of Castiel’s neck. Castiel went, parting his lips and ghosting them over Dean’s. Dean exhaled and Castiel sucked in the smoke, running his bottom lip over Dean’s.
They parted and Castiel went to exhale when younger Dean’s mouth sealed over his. Castiel exhaled into his mouth, running his tongue along younger lips.
The former angel’s body was humming with desire and drugs. He watched the posture of the two Dean’s change as well.
“Fuck the drugs,” Castiel muttered. He leaned forward and kissed the younger Dean. He responded immediately, kissing back with something Castiel hasn’t felt from his Dean in a long time. Love.
Castiel felt his Dean lean in and run his hand along his back. His Dean pushed forward a bit, letting the tip of his tongue trail between the joined lips.
They made room for him and the three shared kisses and light touches.
Castiel pulled away, fighting his emotions.
Both Dean’s removed their jackets with the same fluid motion.
Again, Castiel really, really wishes he was actually sober for this moment.
~*~*~*~*~
Continued in Time Changes Everything
Comments and feedback welcomed!
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