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18 February 2012 @ 08:54 pm
Workin' My Own Gig : Dean/Cas AU: for theangel_cas  
Frowning through the windshield, Dean Winchester soldiered on through the rain that peltered against the Impala as she drove along the highway. He had to hit this place tonight, or miss his chance to be fresh on the scene of what had happened. Voodoo. Messy business people got involved in because they wanted to look cool, or mess in something that was just this side of commercialised it had to be safe. Morons.
 
 
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Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 18th, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
Castiel watched Dean from the back seat, silent and invisible. He had to be careful how he approached this Dean. His Dean only half trusted him on a good day and this Dean had no reason to listen to anything he had to say. It was strange how little he seemed to have changed. He had fewer scars, but Castiel could still see what made Dean Dean and it was familiar and strange all at once.
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: familyno_im_mulder on February 18th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
Dean reached across for his cellphone, settled snug and dim on the shotgun side and frowned at still not having recieved a call back, or text from John.

"C'mon, Dad..." he muttered, a brief smile flitting across his lips, eyes light and confident.

What was the point in him going off, doing his own thing if the old man wasn't checking in and hearing how he was getting along? Dean knew he cared. Had to, right?
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 18th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
Castiel frowned. Even as he thought of the pain he would be sparing Dean, he felt intense guilt for knowing that he had to keep him from his brother. If Dean stayed away from Sam and his father, he and John Winchester both would never have to sell their souls. With the first seal unbroken, they would be able to live their lives as normal hunters. Dean would never know the pain of Hell and Sam would never be poisoned by Ruby's blood. Even if it meant Dean would never know him, he had to do this.
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: lick hereno_im_mulder on February 18th, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC)
Distantly, he thought of his brother. What was Sammy doing right now.. had he had a good day. Small, menial things he discarded as soon they came up, but they left a lasting impression on his heart. Dean was young, brash. Way too cool to worry about his younger brother. Sam leaving the life.. he couldn't understand it, even now. He couldn't help but respect his decision, though. But still, his hands stilled on the number in his cell. He knew it by heart even if it wasn't there, listed. But he wouldn't ring first. Couldn't.

Raising his eyes to the dark sky as it finally began to clear, he allowed himself a brief murmur, "'night, kid."

It was fine, he told himself. No one here but him and his baby.
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 18th, 2012 09:45 pm (UTC)
Castiel sighed. This Dean seemed so lonely. If he did this, Dean and Sam might never know each other the way they do in his future, but if he changes his mind, he'll return empty-handed to a world that is going to end.

He hoped that a few subtle nudges would work to keep them apart. Dean never even had to know he was here.
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: waywardno_im_mulder on February 18th, 2012 09:50 pm (UTC)
Pulling up to the motel was sheer blessing and Dean was about ready to faceplant his pillow. But you needed a room for that first. Usually all about hitting up the bars in the place and then settling in, he decided to forgo the ritual spotting tonight and just crash.

Paying up - card, naturally and one of his Dad's just because even he could get a little petty like that - he recieved his key with little more than a nod. Not in the mood to be social.

Flicking the light on, his shoulders shrugged out of his jacket easily, shoulders stiff as was the rest of his body. He'd been driving a lot, no breaks - yeah, yeah, not good for him. If it bothers you so much, he told his inner-Sam voice of memory, get over here and say it.

God. Okay, he definitely needed some shut-eye now...

He turned to the bed, keys tossed away where his jacket had settled over the small table inside.
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 18th, 2012 09:58 pm (UTC)
Castiel followed Dean closely, watching him with concern. He had promised himself that he would not reveal his presence to Dean, but the longer he watched, the more he wanted to say something.

If he was being honest with himself, he was really just looking for an excuse to talk to Dean. The idea of Dean not knowing him hurt more than he had previously realized.

He knew Dean's soul and Dean didn't even know Castiel's name.

Castiel perched on the edge of the bed and tried to weigh his options. It was selfish to even consider this, but this was Dean.
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: familyno_im_mulder on February 18th, 2012 10:03 pm (UTC)
No matter how tired he was, Dean made sure to proof the room. It filled him with some residue of alertness.. and reminded him of the job he had to do tomorrow. His heart was light, and he was easily pleased. Unburdened by much except the slight broken fractions his family was.. still fresh even after almost four years.

But what could he do? Just keep going, so he would. He tosses the half-open duffel at the foot of his bed, sprawls onto his stomach as he kicks away his boots and jeans, barely before curling his arms under his pillow, knife he had slid out from his pocket, there.. his small security.

You were as good as your skills in this life. He had a lot ahead of him and plenty of spirit for it. On his own if he had to.. he just didn't want it coming to that yet...
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 19th, 2012 01:13 am (UTC)
Castiel watched Dean's actions, double-checking over the room to be sure it was safe. Keeping Dean safe was the least he could do if he was going to take so much away from him.

He had to fly under the radar so that no other angels would notice him. He prayed that coming here hadn't been very noticeable.
Dean Winchester || Supernaturalno_im_mulder on February 19th, 2012 01:15 am (UTC)
Dean closed his eyes slowly, his gaze drifting over the room.. any moving shape.. inside or out. He didn't have that long to crash, he thought. Better make the most of it.

"Hnn..." he murmured, unintelligably.
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 19th, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)
Castiel was pretty sure that Dean was on his way to being asleep, so he dropped the invisibility. Tilting his head, he wondered how he was ever going to pull any of this off. A few hours and he was already doubting himself. He reminded himself that he needed to do this for Dean, that Dean had clearly been happier before they'd met. It was a small sacrifice for the world and it was a small sacrifice for Dean's happiness.
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: lick hereno_im_mulder on February 19th, 2012 11:51 pm (UTC)
Dean might have been more out of it than he would have liked, but the sharper define of Cas' body in his line of sight had him blinking awake quickly, knife slashing the corner of the pillow in his haste as he backed up and held it out -- "The fuck?!"
Castiel, Angel of the Lord: Irritatedtheangel_cas on February 20th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC)
Castiel realized his mistake just a moment too late. He momentarily considered just making Dean forget, but if he was honest with himself, he really had wanted to speak to his friend, even if the friendship was not likely to be reciprocated.

"Hello, Dean," He tried, calmly. "I am not here to hurt you."
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: shockno_im_mulder on February 20th, 2012 09:46 am (UTC)
He almost scoffed at that, but the slight dip and movement that would take could give an opening. Dark green eyes flickered over him. He was positive his wards were solid and proofed. So who or what the Hell was he?

"Yeah? I really believe that -" His knife swings forward, not to strike but to give a feint of movement towards the intruder before he can roll over and out of bed to retrieve his gun.
Castiel, Angel of the Lord: Phonetheangel_cas on February 20th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC)
Castiel didn't flinch. Dean had stabbed him the first time they met. He expected no different this time.

"You can test me, if you like. I'm not anything you've fought before." He knew there was no way Dean would have any holy oil and any other method he might use to test Castiel would be a minor irritant at worst.
Dean Winchester || Supernatural: uh-huh?no_im_mulder on February 21st, 2012 04:10 pm (UTC)
"The Hell are you?" he demanded, backing off as the knife didn't even make a dent in his expression. That blank look... pissed him off, as well as making him slightly bewildered and nervous.
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 21st, 2012 05:27 pm (UTC)
Castiel wondered how much he should tell Dean. He sighed. "You won't believe me if I tell you. I'm a friend, Dean. I mean you no harm."
Dean Winchester || Supernaturalno_im_mulder on February 21st, 2012 05:50 pm (UTC)
"Talk fast, dude - I'll decide that." He decides to wait this out.. least until he can get closer to his damn gun.
Castiel, Angel of the Lord: Irritatedtheangel_cas on February 22nd, 2012 03:44 am (UTC)
"How can I prove to you that I am not a threat?" He remembers how much distrust Dean had for him at first. Perhaps if he just asks him what he wants, it will go smoother.
Dean Winchester || Supernaturalno_im_mulder on February 22nd, 2012 11:04 am (UTC)
"No way you can," he retorted angrily. He was getting a little more irritated by his calmness more than anything. "Just - what do you want, huh? Not in the mood to die tonight, so you know.. won't let you kill me." He was too good, he told himself, to calm his heart.. brace for an attack even if he didn't want to. It was always kill or be killed.
Castiel, Angel of the Lordtheangel_cas on February 22nd, 2012 05:18 pm (UTC)
"I wish to prevent your death, Dean, not cause it." This was going to be harder than he had thought. He wasn't prepared to die to earn Dean's trust again, but short of dying, he couldn't figure out what he needed to do.