SPN Fic: The Path We Choose- 13/?
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tenoko1Title: The Path We Choose
Author: Tenoko1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Takes place after Season five with references through Season seven
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Sarah, slight Cas/Meg
Disclaimer: Do not own
Summary: Several months after Sam jumps into the pit, taking Michael with him, Dean is trying to move on with his life, happenstance causing him to stumble over the newly released Supernatural novels which foretell what has not happened yet. Trying to avert the war in Heaven and everything in his life falling apart again, Dean sets out to change destiny, determined that they’ll make the future of their choosing. He should know things are never that simple.
Notes: Comments are much love.
One l Two l Three l Four l Five l Six l Seven l Eight l Nine l Ten
Eleven l Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
The marathon didn’t last long. Savvy was amused by the occasional outcries of “Oh my God, make it stop!” and “Dude! What the hell were you thinking? Why would you do that?” quickly followed by “I didn’t! Dear God what is this I’m watching?!”. She let them suffer for a while, sitting in the center of her bed as she worked on her laptop. Harley was curled up beside her, and she reached out to give the dog an affectionate pat.
“Savvy?” a voice called softly, beseechingly. She looked up to find both Sam and Castiel at her door giving her pitiful expressions of the long suffering. “Make it better, please?”
Closing her laptop, she laughed and slid off the bed. “I’ll make it better. How many discs did you make it through?”
They followed her back into the living room, all three of them suddenly wary and distrustful to sit down and watch anything she would put on the screen.
“We made it through the first disc. Then started skipping around based on what the episode was about,” said Sam. He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “It was bad.”
Castiel nodded in agreement. “It was most unpleasant to see ourselves making such decisions. I would never…” His voice trailed off as he took his previous seat next to Dean.
Savvy noted he was wearing regular clothes again, looking very much like he’d raided Dean’s clothing, and quite frankly, he looked really hot. The hunter was still sitting with one arm across the back of the couch, making it easy for Dean to give the back of Castiel’s neck a gentle squeeze as he smiled at the angel, their eyes locking.
“We know you wouldn’t, Cas.” The affection in his smile and tone made Sav bite back a grin as she busied herself with her task. “False prophecies, remember?”
Rising with controller in hand, Savvy flicked though the options on the screen until she found the folder of videos she wanted. Sam had taken his seat again, though he was still tense and uncomfortable, like restlessness had him wanting to rise and pace.
Turning, she set the controller on the table next to Sam. “Just hit ‘play’. It’ll go through the blooper reels for the first six seasons and then a bunch of videos of the actors at conventions or interviews and stuff. This will be disturbing in an entirely different way.”
Dean looked at her with wide eyes, alarmed. “Why? How bad are they?”
She chuckled. “They’re hysterical. Fans love them. Especially when certain ones get together like Misha and Sebastion?” She shook her head, laughing at the memory of the clips they were going to be privy to. “Trust me, it’s hysterical. Forget they look like you and see them as the actors that portray you, because they are nothing like you.”
Sam eyed the television, controller in hand. “And you just keep a file of all these?”
“The file folder is called ‘In case of angst’,” she pointed out. “It’s a collection of videos that make me laugh.” She grinned, leaving the room again. “Enjoy.”
The sounds coming from the living room after that were still mostly consisting of “Oh my God! What are they doing?” but it was accompanied by laughter, making her smile, pleased to hear the boys actually getting a good laugh, wondering when was the last time they’d done such a thing.
The sound of them having so much fun lured her back in the room though, hanging tentatively back by the door, equally amused by their reactions as by the videos. Dean had a hand to his stomach as he roared with laughter. Sam kept covering his face with his hand, almost embarrassed to see someone who was essentially him acting completely carefree and silly in a way the brothers never got the chance to. Castiel looked like he wasn’t sure if he should be horrified or amused, chuckling in amusement at the things that Dean burst out laughing over like if Dean laughed, that made it okay.
It was funny to watch the way they alternated between freaking out in shock and nearly doubling over with laughter as they watched the actors entertain their legion of fans at conventions. Or when they watched Jensen sing on stage and both Cas and Sam looked at Dean in surprise, who was blushing profusely.
“Dude,” Sam exclaimed. “You can actually sing.”
“No, Jensen Ackles can sing.”
“Why do you only lip sync in the car if you can actually sing?”
“Because I don’t sing, dude. Watch the screen. Me and Cas are up. Er, our actors. Whatever.”
She left them to watch as her phone rang, waiting until after they’d watched through all the videos before extending the invitation they’d been offered.
“My uncle is going fishing out in the bay, wants to know if you want to go.”
Dean’s eyes lit up. “Seriously?” She nodded and he was quickly standing. “Hell yeah.”
Sam frowned, a reserved expression on his face. “I dunno, Dean.” His brother looked at him. “Don’t we need to work on getting together what we can before Balthazar shows up again?”
The excitement in Dean’s face dimmed. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve screwed around enough for one day.” He looked at Castiel, feeling a pang of disappointment.
Rolling her eyes Savvy shifted her weight and placed her hands on her hips. “I can get you together a list a lot easier than you can. Besides, do you not remember how when God brought Sam back He forced him to take a break? Meanwhile you were out of the life and trying to take it easy as well, Dean. And Cas, you aren’t receiving orders from heaven anymore, right? I think God is saying take a vacation while you can. Enjoy the reprieve you would never normally get to. There’s nothing you can do to help the current situation back home while you’re here. I think this is a gift. You should enjoy it while you can, rejuvenate before your forced back into the world where the bad things live.” She gave him a serious look. “You’re going fishing.”
Her phone dinged and she glanced at it, thumb flicking over the screen to scroll. When her face broke out in a grin, Sam asked, “Are you coming with us?”
Savvy shook her head. “Nope. I’ll give ya’ll a break from me. Besides,” She waved her phone, “I just got in a couple of collage orders.”
Grin back in place, Dean turned to Castiel. “Cas? You up for a little fishing?”
The angel shook his head, the brightness to the hunter’s expression fading several notches. “I don’t think I will. I’ll allow you this time to yourselves.” He offered a hint of a smile at Dean. “How often do you get to go fishing with you brother?”
Though he understood the angel’s consideration, Dean was disappointed. He’d never admit it, but ever since the time Castiel had appeared to Dean in a dream where they were out on the pier looking out over a lake, Dean had always wanted the chance to do something like that again with the angel. It was a secret wish that was too embarrassing to voice because it was almost like he were planning a date or something, since Sammy was never ever actually entered into the scenario.
Just him and Cas, a pier, and twelve pack. Fishing equipment was optional.
“It’s settled then.” Savvy hooked her thumb over her shoulder. “I’ll go fake you some fishing licenses just in case the Coast Guard stops you, which won’t happen, but still.”
Sam and Dean looked at her in surprise. “Fake?”
She arched a brow. “As if you would know what to do with the real thing? It’s for one day, and our are printed out on paper anyway.”
Sam scoffed, shaking his head. “And here I thought a straight shooter took us in. Come to find out, she’s a law breaker.”
“You’re only in trouble if you get caught,” she sing-songed from further in the apartment.
Turning, Dean watched Cas for a moment as the angel picked up a book of Sav’s he’d started reading. It looked so domestic of the angel, sitting there dressed like a normal person and reading. Her heart gave a loud thump in his chest, affection for the angel swelling it caused an almost desperate need to move closer to the man, to pluck the book from his fingers, and…
The hunter shook himself free of such thoughts just as Cas looked up curiously, feeling Dean’s eyes on him. For the upteenth time, Dean was also glad their connection didn’t allow them full access to each other’s thoughts and feelings, because he had no earthly idea how to explain his or even what to call it.
“I hate you won’t go with us, Cas,” he said gruffly. “I think you’d have fun, even if you don’t do any actual fishing.”
The angel shook his head. “Maybe next time we can all go.”
--
Cas watched curiously as Savvy set up to do her collages in the middle of the living room, taking a plastic table cloth and laying it down, her art supplies all neatly arranged to her left, Harley lay on the floor to her right, never far from her mistress’ side, which rather impressed Castiel. She was a good dog who clearly loved her owner. Which said a lot about the human girl humming to herself.
She made quick work of painting two of the canvases black, then set about selecting images from a folder and sorting them into stacks with the rhythmical sense that suggested it was something she did often.
“Cas, honey, you gotta stop staring,” she stated, not looking up. “It’s making my hair stand on end.”
“Why do you call me that?” he asked curiously, head angled to the side he continued to watch her work with practiced ease.
“Call you what?”
“Cas honey.”
She blinked with a start, turning to look at him with a frown, then laughing. “You can’t say it like that, it sounds weird. And I don’t say it intentionally; it just comes out that way a lot. I’m Southern, I use it with everybody. Little girls gets ‘baby’ attached to their name, boys get called ‘buddy’, ‘son’, or ‘boy’ a lot. It’s not like it’s a nickname or anything.” He said nothing, just gave a nod, continuing to watch her as she went back to work only to stop a few minutes later, glancing at him over her shoulder. “If you’re so curious, would you like to help?”
He considered this only a moment before giving a nod and moving to sit opposite her on the floor. She instructed him which pile to start cutting from and how she wanted the images cut, watching him carefully for a moment before returning to her own pile of pictures.
“So why didn’t you go with the boys?” she asked finally, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear.
“I wanted to allow them time to themselves. To their own thoughts.” He paused. “Dean has many things he needs to sort through right now. I thought it might be a good opportunity.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I get why he’d be stressed what with the world in danger and him stuck here. Though I’m glad for the chance to have met ya’ll, I can’t help but feel bad at the same time, because I know you’d all much rather be over there trying to save your world.”
Cas shook his head. “That’s not entirely what I meant. Dean is… very agitated right now. I’m not sure why; I don’t think even he knows why, I can just sense it sometimes.” He paused to consider. “So much has happened lately, I think he hasn’t had time to really think about any of it, process things.”
“Like?”
Cas shrugged, and Sav bit back a smirk. The angel still hadn’t managed to make the gesture look normal. “Just a lot. One thing after another keeps getting thrown at him and he just goes with it, going into a sort of mind set that’s much like tunnel vision, focused on the next thing being thrown at him, whilst the other things he’s dealing with get shoved down to be dealt with when he actually has the time to go through them. Nothing is being thrown at him right now; it will give him a chance to organize the other chaos. To focus on himself.”
Sav shook her head. “I don’t think I help in the irritation department. I try to be mindful, but I still think I get on Dean’s nerves a lot. He’s most comfortable around you two. The three of you are good for each other.” She smiled to herself, reaching for another photo. “You and Dean are good for each other.”
He glanced at her. “My siblings would disagree with you, saying the Winchesters have been a most grievous influence one me.”
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and you should totally listen to them because you were so much happier and at ease with yourself when you did.”
“You are being facetious.”
She grinned, wrinkling her nose. “Only a little.” She smiled at him, earnest now. “Seriously though. You’re better for having met Sam and Dean and you know it. You love them, and they love you, so screw what your siblings think. They all suck.” She faltered. “Well, not all of them, but most of them.”
They worked in silence for several minutes. Castiel continued cutting pictures even as she began applying them to the blacken canvases.
“Can I ask you something?” she questioned tentatively, brown eyes glancing at him. He nodded. “Are you always going to stay with Sam and Dean?”
“Yes.”
“Even if they stop hunting?”
“I don’t believe they will ever fully stop.”
“What will you do if they settle down in one place? Will the three of you live together?”
Cas frowned at her, shaking his head. “I don’t know. We would decide when and if that ever comes up, I suppose. I have no where else to be, and would feel uncomfortable being any great distance away from them for extended periods of time.”
“You want to be close by.”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever thought about what you would do in such a situation? Y’know, if the boys give up hunting? Go back to Heaven? Stay on earth? Live like a human?”
“Yes,” he said again. She frowned and he clarified. “I would choose to stay on earth, living as a human in order to stay with my family here.”
“The whole shebang? Even falling in love and getting married?”
The angel gave a slight shake of his head. “That would be very unlikely.”
“Why?” she asked in surprise. “You’re easy to fall in love with!” He looked at her in surprise and she flushed bright red. “I didn’t mean that quite the way it…” Shaking her head to clear away her thoughts, she tried again, “Watching the show? You won over the fans almost immediately, all of us coming to love you more every time you were on screen. Not even because you were trying or because you were doing something great. You were being yourself, and it completely endeared you to us. And the way you and Dean went from not really liking each other, to awkward alliance, to a perfect pair… I dunno, we all just came to love both of you even more as your friendship grew.” Her brown eyes locked with blue. “I don’t see why you’d sell yourself short like that.”
“I’ve already found the person I love,” he told her. Her eyes widened and she almost seemed to be holding her breath in anticipation. “But I can do nothing about it. It is forbidden for me to pursue them.”
Her face went stony, eyes flashing angrily. Cas didn’t get much more of a warning he’d unintentionally just stepped on a landmine. “That is absolute bullcrap!” she exclaimed angrily. He blinked with a start. “Who says you can’t go after the person you’re in love with them? Boy, you better hit the ground running to chase after them, I don’t care what anyone says! See, things like this make me wish I lived in your world, I would take a Louisville Slugger to someone’s face.” Her rant stopped and she let her gaze flick over the angel’s face. “Why aren’t you allowed to be with the person you love?”
Smiling, Cas reached for another photo and set about trimming it. “You misunderstand. I’m not allowed to pursue them. Should they wish to instigate a relationship, I am more than able to do so, I simply cannot be the one to do it.”
She falter, sitting back with a frown as she considered this. After a moment, she shook her head, her white ponytail flicking at the movement. “That’s still dumb. You should be able to walk up to a person and be all ‘Hey, I love you. What say you to you, me, and forever?’ Y’know? If you aren’t allowed to show interest in the other person, they may not realize it’s there, and if they have feelings for you, well, then they may not act on them because they think they’ll get shot down. It’s like setting yourself up to be alone.”
He chuckled softly, mouth curling upward as he nodded. “Attempts to show interest do require a great amount of stealth and subtlety, I’ll admit.”
“You should just walk up and kiss the person. Wham!” She clapped her hands together. “Lay it on them till their knees go weak. You’ll get a love confession, I’m sure.” She grinned widely at him, eyes dancing with laughter.
His shoulders shook with amusement at the mental image that provided, the shock it would surely cause. “I am not confident I have the skill required for that course of action to be successful.”
“Why not?”
He shook his head. “I’ve never sought a romantic relationship before.”
“You’ve never been kissed,” she deduced, an almost maniacal grin on her face. He shrugged, and she let out a high-pitched noise and giggle, clamping her hands over her mouth to control the sound. He scowled, not appreciating her amusement. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to squee, I’m not laughing at you, I just…” She clamped down hard on her bottom lip, looking at him guiltily while a wide grin stretched across her face again. “I think that’s totally adorable.” He blinked in surprise, not at all seeing what was adorable about the situation. “Your first love, your first kiss… it’s all really sweet. And you want forever with, uh, this person, right?”
“Why would I want anything less?”
She let loose that same inane noise again like she couldn’t help it, her entire face lighting up with joy and she rapidly clapped her hands together. He didn’t feel he was being mocked this time, even if he didn’t fully understand why she seemed to be brought such excitement
“That is so romantic.” She reached across the space to clamp her fingers around his wrist. He frowned at her hand, blue gaze flicking to her face. “And if it’s Meg or Dean, you have my full support.”
He blinked with a start. “Why are you in support of either of them, if I may ask? Since you have no preference to whom I choose.”
She withdrew her hand. “Oh no, I have a preference, I assure you, but I also have a contingency plan. If they would love you and be true to you the way you would be to them, then I’m okay with them. If it’s Meg, though, and she were to ever betray you- she would probably have to die, though.” He nodded and continued cutting. She angled her head, still amused. “You’re not going to tell me who it is, are you?”
“There’s no alcohol involved for a drunk confession, so no.”
She barked with laughter, still chuckling as she began to arranged the first of the images down on the canvas. “Ah, Cas, you’re positively adorkable. I love you.”
He blinked with surprise. “Thank you,” he responded, which only evoked another snicker of amusement from her.
--
Dean and Sam threw up a hand, waving good-bye to Robby as he pulled off, leaving the Winchester’s at their current ‘home’. Sam held up the cloth bag filled with containers he was holding.
“Shall we?”
Dean looked down at the knotted plastic bag he held, then glared at his brother as they both made their way down the driveway to the back of the building. “How come you got to carry the grub and I get stuck with the fish guts, dude? Why the hell are we even bringing fish guts to Savvy, anyway?”
His little brother shrugged, glancing at the windows as they passed. “Sounds like she’s having fun in there again.”
Dean shrugged, just hoping the angel wasn’t in there spying on her again. “At least it’s not as loud- oh hey! That’s Aerosmith!” He gave his brother an approving look. “See? I can get behind that. Not that other garbage she’s normally listening to.”
Sam went in ahead of him, both of them struggling with the bags they were holding, trying to set them down in the kitchen, get in and get the door shut behind them. Dean noted the change from Aerosmith to Billy Squier’s ‘Everybody Wants You’, nodding to himself that yes, if she played music like this more often he could definitely-
The feminine laughter from the living room cut into his thought as he and his brother turned curiously.
“That’s right, you’re getting it. God, Cas, you really have no sense of rhythm,” she stated, laugh bubbling forth as she and Castiel danced in sync to the song playing. The angel watched and mimicked her every move, though lacking the fluidity to the movements. Their backs were to the dining room, neither of them even noticing the appearance of the hunter siblings. “You’re getting better though.”
“I like this song,” he told her. “I think that has something to do with it.”
She laughed. “It helps.” When they turned, Savvy noticed them, surprise on her face and eyes widening while Sam had to turn away, biting down on his lips to keep from laughing. “Oh! You’re back.” Embarrassed, all movement from her body stopped. Castiel leaned over from his spot beside her so her could see through the doorway as well.
Scratch that. Dean hated her with every fiber in his being, more than he’d hated any evil thing to have ever tormented the earth with its existence.
Pointing the remote at the sound device in the corner, Savvy waited until the volume of the music was strictly back ground noise before she grinned at them, placing her hands in her back pockets as she came into the room.
“Did you have fun?” she questioned.
Sam sounded as though he were barely keeping from laughing when he answered. Dean really didn’t trust himself at that moment to speak anyway. “Oh yeah, it was great.” His eyes flicked past her to Castiel now standing just behind her. “Seems we missed the show here though.”
The angel glanced down, almost embarrassed. “I have no rhythm,” he confessed.
Sam did laugh then, immediately giving their friend an apologetic look, “I’m sure you just haven’t gotten the hang of it yet. It’s something you kind of learn. Next thing you know, you’ll be partying like it’s nineteen-ninety-nine.”
That made Sav snort with laughter. “I haven’t introduced him to Prince. Just the stuff he’d be familiar with from being around you two.” Dean’s expression caught her attention, mirth dying off and wariness taking its place. “Did you not have fun, Dean? Did you catch anything?”
He held the plastic bag out to her with a forced smile. “This. Just for you.”
Reaching for the bag, she angled her head curiously. Sam gave his shoulder a shove. “It’s fish guts, Savvy. I have the food.”
Her face still lit up. “Aw! Thank you!” she exclaimed, taking the plastic bag from Dean. This was not the reaction he’d been hoping for. He’d been hoping for disgust, horror, revulsion. Or any combination of the three. She untied the knot to look at the plastic container faintly giving off a fishy smell. “It’s for my gardenia bush. Ya’ll get washed up, I’ll go plant this, and then we’ll have dinner, okay?”
“Dibs on the shower,” exclaimed Sam. “I call dibs!”
Growling, Dean glared over his shoulder at the man grinning. Ignoring him, Sam shoved past to go retrieve a change of clothes from his duffel. When the younger Winchester was safely locked away in the bathroom, Dean scowled down at the floorboards beneath his feet. He couldn’t exactly go sit in the living room like this, and couldn’t be trusted to be left alone with Savvy to go sit outside. Sighing heavily, he plopped down into one of the wooden chairs at the table, smelling like salt water and fish, still angry and angrier still because this time he knew his anger had a name- ‘jealousy’.
Jealous over Cas.
He raked a hand over his face, lost as to what that meant and what he was suppose to do. God help him.
The angel in question stepped in front of him, causing the hunter to look up questioningly. Cas was smirking in amusement at him, making Dean self-conscious. He tentatively touched his face, worried. “What? Do I have fish guts on my face or something?”
The other man shook his head. “No. You’re face is fine.” That smirk grew into a lopsided grin, and Cas reached up to run his index finger down the length of his own nose, then mimicked the move on Dean’s. “You got some sun. It makes your freckles more obvious. And your hair has hints of blond in it now, on the ends.” The hunter blushed profusely; hoping the sun he’d gotten somehow masked it. “I hope you had fun,” stated Cas, moving to take the seat across from him.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it would cause the pounding of his heart to die off as well with the angel no longer in such close proximity. “Yeah. Yeah we did. Next time, I wish you’d come with me, though. Have a human experience.”
“If you insist.”
“It was a lot more fun than being cooped up indoors, man,” argued Dean, not wanting to give Cas any reason to choose to stay behind next time. Unless, of course, the next time they went Savvy went as well, in which case, swimsuits would be worn and Dean really didn’t want to see Cas’s reaction to the female in cutoffs and a bikini top. Didn’t want to see them flirting or hanging out or even breathing the same air as each other.
“I had fun while you were gone,” Cas stated, regarding him. Dean’s eyes met his, then dropped, unable to hold that gaze.
“Yeah… I noticed.” He cleared his throat, trying to sound as normal as possible, regarding the angel with only a friend’s curiosity. “So. Dancing?”
The angel’s gaze drifted past Dean, to the door outside Savvy had gone through. “Yes. One minute we were cleaning up from her project, the next, she was showing me how to find the beat and move to it.” A hint of an affectionate smile crossed over his lips. “She’s fun.” He blinked and the look vanished with a shake of his head as he regarded Dean again. “Most definitely not what I am use to.”
“No, I wouldn’t suppose so.” What he was use to was violence, blood, gun smoke, and the leather of the Impala. By comparison, a girl like Savvy was definitely appealing. He cleared his throat again. “Hey, Cas, uh…” The angel looked at him inquiringly and whatever Dean had wanted to say shriveled up and died. “Uh, Sam and I were going to see if maybe you could angel express us a few places so we can wrangle up the money for Savvy to keep us fed. Y’know, once Sam finishes and I get a shower, of course.”
The angel nodded and Dean mimicked the movement, letting his gaze fall to his hands. Unable to stand the awkwardness he felt anymore, Dean shoved to his feet and headed into the living room to dig out his own clothes, wishing for once that Sam would hurry the hell up and get out.
The more he thought about it, the madder he got. Ridiculously so. He knew he was being absurd, but it was like he couldn’t help it. When he caught sight of his unadorned hand, he was reminded of the sigil on his heart, the ring of text that was the translation of Castiel’s name on his shoulder, and the fact that all of these only amplified what he was already feeling. Which was probably why when Savvy came through the door, he wanted to punch her square in the face, breaking her nose and leaving her with two black eyes, then turn around and immediately go over to Cas, tilting the angel’s head back and kiss him until he was drunk on Dean. Until the last thing on the angel’s mind was some slip of a girl who probably couldn’t hold her own for thirty seconds against even the tamest of the things they fought.
--
Dean struck out angrily at the cue ball, sending it cracking into the arranged cluster of multi-colored balls. “I’m telling you we have a serious problem on our hands, Sam!”
His brother stood back, watching the balls fall into different pockets. “And I’m telling you, I think you’re reading too much into this.”
“Cas likes her! How is that reading too much into the situation?”
“So what if he does?” Dean’s head snapped up with such a look of fury, Sam actually eased a step back, hands up. “Hey, I’m not the enemy here. I just want to know why whether or not he likes her has you so upset.”
“Because-“ he exclaimed, then caught himself, looking to see who all was around to overhear them. He continued in a hiss, “Because the world as we know it is about to end! Because we need every man on the field we can get! Because this is probably a fight we aren’t going to walk away from! Now you can see how some innocent girl in a completely safe world where the bad stuff doesn’t live would be exceptionally appealing. If you had to choose to fall in love with someone somewhere where you would be safe or go back into a battlefield that’s probably going to become some new level of Hell, which option would you go for?”
Sam took over when Dean wildly missed a ball. His elder brother hadn’t drank in months, but Sam had a feeling Dean would be trashed by the time they got him home. If him waving for another beer was anything to go by, at least.
“While you have a point Dean, I really don’t think that’s anything we need be worried about at the moment.”
“You don’t think we need to be worried about if he’s falling in love with Savvy?”
“He’s known her a week, dude!”
“And you’ve seen them together!” argued Dean. “What do we do if we’re met with the worst case scenario? Just let him stay behind when Balthazar shows up to take us home? I can’t force him to go with us, Sam, he’d hate me for it.”
The taller male rolled his eyes. “Even in your hypothetical situation based entirely on wild allegations and paranoid insecurity, I do not think Cas would abandon us. Even if he were madly, desperately in love with her –which he isn’t- Cas would still return home with us to fight the good fight.” Dean glared at him, opening his mouth to challenge. “Reason one, Cas is loyal. Two, it’s Cas’s fight, too. Three, you are his parabatai, so he has your back until you both draw your last breath. You two are practically married in every way but the ones that count, but you’re too blind to see it, which is why you are so jealous you can’t see straight.”
“What?”
Sam clicked his tongue. “I gotta tell you, normally, you look good in green.” He shook his head. “Not this time.”
Scoffing, Dean moved around the table to set up his shot, eyes flicking over the orbs still on the table. “You’re cracked.”
“And you’re being a stubborn ass,” accused Sam, slamming his hands down on the table, making his brother look up, surprised to see the anger on his younger sibling’s face. “You and Cas have been walking down this road since you first met, it was pretty much inevitable. Anyone who knows either of you knows you’re both in love with the other one, why they hell else would so many people jokingly bring it up time and time again, Dean? People who aren’t friends, who’ve never even spoken like Meg and Balthazar? Why do you think Cas is willing to throw away everything he’s ever known when he could probably go back home with relative ease? Here is a man who has bucked everything he’s ever known, has died for you, nearly gotten himself killed countless other times, has done everything but put up a damn billboard that says ‘Hey, I love you. Can I keep you forever?’ and yet you’re too blind to realize it!”
“If you think that’s true, why’d you tell me to go make a life with Lisa?” demanded Dean angrily, throwing out his hands.
Sam’s tone softened, but was still just as angry. “Because I second guessed myself when you didn’t do anything about the obvious feelings you have for him! At least tell the guy! Let him decide what he wants from there! Shit, Dean, if you lose him, you’re only gonna have yourself to blame on this one because you didn’t grab a hold of him and hang on when you had the chance! It’s only fair he be allowed to move on if he thinks you’re never gonna love him in return.”
“But… I!” The words were choked off, his mouth open and working uselessly while Sam continued to watch him, face pinched in his most serious bitch face. The anger the younger Winchester felt at Dean’s disregard for Cas’s feelings showed clearly now, for someone who had been such a good friend to both of them and had been through so much with the two of them. Sam’s fiercely protective nature was taking over and seeing Dean as the threat.
“Being able to even admit it will make it easier to actually tell him later,” Sam stated flatly, arms folded impatiently as he continued to glare. “And you will have to tell him, because he’s clearly not going to be the one to take that step.” He gaze flicked past Dean, doing a double take and straightening, causing Dean to turn.
Castiel was purposefully making his way through the room, for once not standing out like a sore thumb in his tax accountant attire and trench coat. Sam moved around to lean against the table next to Dean as the angel reached them, blue gaze flicking to both of their faces.
“Is everything all right?” he asked in gruff concern, gaze flicking around to other people in the building. “You’re both angry. Should we leave?”
The angel had sensed Dean's mounting agitation and immediately flown to see if they needed help. Pointedly, Sam looked at Dean to respond, his brother’s anger clearly draining from his body in the angel’s presence. “Nah, Cas. We’ll give you a call when we’re ready to head home.” Sam snorted and shook his head, but said nothing.
The other man nodded. “Very well, then. I’ll return home.” His gaze drifted from Sam’s face to Dean’s, lingering there. “Try to stay out of trouble. I don’t know if Savvy has a First Aid kit.”
A wry smile passed over Dean’s face at that, watching as the angel turned and walked away. The elder man didn’t speak until the door had closed behind Cas.
“Hey Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m in love with an angel,” he admitted softly in miserable defeat.
Sam smiled ruefully, lifting a hand to give his brother’s shoulder a squeeze. “I know, man. I know.”
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Date: 2012-06-16 06:39 am (UTC)Cas does seem to be goading Dean a bit, telling him he had fun while Dean was gone and how he is not used to such behavior. Poke, poke.
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Date: 2012-06-17 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-17 08:26 am (UTC)Oh, and Dean? FINALLY.
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Date: 2012-06-17 04:19 pm (UTC)Lol Yes, he finally admitted it. Though he still needs to tell Cas. It wouldn't be any fun if they just jumped straight into it though.
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Date: 2012-06-17 11:03 pm (UTC)And I loved Sam setting Dean's head straight. And Dean finally admitting! And lol, the actors trolling around must really have weirded them out, as well as the show must have been traumatising!
I love the light, humorous atmosphere in this story, while you still have some thrill and tension in it! I wanna see more, soon!
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Date: 2012-06-18 02:55 pm (UTC)Yes, Sam is awesome, I love him getting Dean set straight. I've actually having even more fun with this story now that I'm recording the chapters as well. Now quite caught up, but getting closer. I posted through chapter eight this morning.