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Internets, I have had a day. Not a bad day, really, but just a day of running around going "That thing! Where is that thing?", then finding it and ten minutes later having to go "That other thing! Where is that other thing?" And on top of that it's rainy and blargh and traffic was wretched and I have to do dishes in a bit.
And while I can't watch the premiere tonight I still want to celebrate, so here's what we're doing: prompt me.
Give me a one word (or two or three, whatever) prompt
OR
request a missing scene/coda/timestamp/what-have-you from something I've written
and I'll write you comment fic. See? Party!
(It may not happen immediately, but I promise I will answer every prompt!)
ETA: I am working on everything! *flail!* The party will go all weekend, so anyone who came late feel free to join in!
Internets, I have had a day. Not a bad day, really, but just a day of running around going "That thing! Where is that thing?", then finding it and ten minutes later having to go "That other thing! Where is that other thing?" And on top of that it's rainy and blargh and traffic was wretched and I have to do dishes in a bit.
And while I can't watch the premiere tonight I still want to celebrate, so here's what we're doing: prompt me.
Give me a one word (or two or three, whatever) prompt
OR
request a missing scene/coda/timestamp/what-have-you from something I've written
and I'll write you comment fic. See? Party!
(It may not happen immediately, but I promise I will answer every prompt!)
ETA: I am working on everything! *flail!* The party will go all weekend, so anyone who came late feel free to join in!
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Date: 2011-09-23 10:13 pm (UTC)I would just about sell my kidney to see any any ANY sort of continuation of ...And Into the Fire. It's pretty much my favorite fic by you, and that's saying a lot, because I love just about every fic you've ever written. ;)
*HUGS*
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Date: 2011-09-23 11:25 pm (UTC)Embers 1/2 (Dean/Cas, ...And Into the Fire coda)
Date: 2011-09-25 07:29 am (UTC)Castiel was still so out of it when they got back to the motel Dean practically had to carry him up to the door. "C'mon, Sammy, open up," he said, kicking the door when knocking didn't seem to work. Sam finally appeared, his phone pressed to his ear and God, was Dean glad to see him.
"Hey, Bobby, yeah, Dean just pulled up," Sam said into the phone, closing the door and stepping aside to let Dean pass; Dean winced but was too busy dragging 180 pounds of angelic dead weight to defend himself. "Yeah, he's got Cas with him." A pause, and then, "You think I know? Like he tells me anything."
Dean dropped Castiel on the bed with a soft oof and sank down against the wall. "Dude, how in the hell are you so heavy?"
Cas just answered with a mhmm sound, face down in the pillows and not even making a token effort to move. Dean shook his head and helped him roll over, easing him out of his coat. He heard Sam wrapping up, saying, "Got it, Bobby. Yeah, I'll definitely kick his ass. I'll even send you pictures." He ended the call and gave Dean a what the hell? look.
Dean just waved that away. "Later, Sam. It's been a day."
"Hello, Sam," Castiel slurred, raising one hand in what could generously be called a wave.
"Hey, Cas," Sam answered back, sending a wary look from Dean to Castiel and back again. "So, who got who into trouble here?"
"I got myself in," Dean said, using his best we're not talking about this now voice. "We'll go over it later, promise, but right now I'm just fucking tired, okay?" Castiel was giving him that look again, that same stunned gratitude from the car and Dean couldn't deal with that right now. "Go back to sleep, Sam."
Sam almost burst out laughing. "Yeah, 'cause that's happening." He raked his hand through his hair. "I'm gonna get some coffee. You two want coffee?"
Dean didn't feel like drinking anything that wasn't at least 50 proof but Cas spoke up, saying "I don't think I've ever had any."
Sam's expression softened a fraction. "You got it." Sam paused by the door. "So, Cas. Take it you're sticking around awhile," he said, addressing Castiel but looking to Dean for the confirmation.
Dean felt Cas tense. "I...if that's all right." Sam cocked his head to side, studying them both; Dean could see he had about a thousand questions and Dean just glared at him, warning him off. He felt Sam zero in on the way he had his arm resting on the bed next to Cas, then he shrugged. "Hey, man. Dean's cool with it, so am I. Be like old times, right?"
Castiel stared at the door long after Sam left. "He doesn't trust me."
"Give him some time, Cas. He didn't have the whole up in Heaven bonding session we did." He saw Castiel take a deep breath, his hand again pressed over his chest. "Everything okay in there?"
Castiel nodded. "I tried to heal your soul, once," he said softly, almost like a confession. "When I first found you in the Pit. To take away the scars you'd accumulated, not just from the Pit but prior."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "That sounds like project."
Castiel's lips twitched up for a moment. "You could say that. I didn't account for how the energies of Hell would interfere with my powers." Dean felt Castiel's fingertips brush against his shoulder, against the handprint hidden under his clothes. "I burned you instead. I didn't intend that."
Dean shrugged. "Hey. No harm, no foul."
"I'm glad I failed. It was an...arrogant thing to attempt. Humans are made up of their scars and I didn't understand that at the time. It would have changed you."
"For the better, probably."
"No. I would have never known you."
Re: Embers 2/2 (Dean/Cas, ...And Into the Fire coda)
Date: 2011-09-25 07:31 am (UTC)"I'm not sure. This isn't exactly a common occurrence."
Cas' eyelids drifted, like he was having trouble keeping them open. Dean moved Cas' hand from his shoulder and checked his pulse; it was stronger it had been outside the barn but still miles from healthy. "Well, I'll be happy when you don't look like crap anymore."
Castiel stared at him for a long time. Twice he started to say something, then seemed to reconsider it, saying instead, "You need to rest as well, Dean."
Dean scoffed at that. "Why? Just died and came back to life. That's an average day at the office for me lately." He didn't want to admit that he was afraid to close his eyes, that this would all turn out to be part of that first dream. He didn't know what would be worse, waking up having dreamt the whole rescue and knowing now it was too late or the whole thing being all in his head, that there had never been a fight to rescue him from in the first place. Which made him feel like a dick, wanting a friend to get hurt that bad, but he couldn't go back to the sniping and bitching. Hell, being able to call Cas a friend again without having to put quotes around the word was worth the whole soul thing. "I'm good right here."
Dean saw Castiel rub his chest again. "What's that feel like? You know, the whole soul thing. It hurt?"
"No, Dean. Your soul is the only part of me that doesn't hurt right now." His lips twitched up for a moment. "I don't think I grasped before just how difficult you find it to stand still." He looked at Dean, exhaustion lining his face and something very close to an apology in his eyes. "We'll be hunted, you know. The both of us."
"Ooh, angels are pissed at me. Like that's anything new."
Castiel shook his head. "Dean, you killed six angels. In Heaven. With my sword. Their wrath will be...."
"Biblical?"
Cas didn't seem to appreciate the joke. "I'm not sure we've given the Winchester Gospel the ending you'd hoped for."
"Yeah, well. We'll worry about that when Chuck writes it." He grinned. "Then we'll wreck it until he writes a better one."
"You'll need something, then." At Dean's confused look he gestured toward his coat. "If you would?" Dean handed it over and Castiel pulled out that silver sword. "I won't be in any shape to use it for some time," he said, handing it to Dean. "You've earned it. And you'll need it."
Dean tested the balance of the sword. It didn't hum this time and his handprint didn't burn, but it still felt right in his hand. "How'd you know I killed six? After the first two you were mostly out cold."
"I know everything you've done, Dean," he said, his hand back against his chest. "As if I'd done it."
Dean had to look away. Everything was a pretty big word when it came to what he'd done in his life. He listened to Castiel's breathing slowly deepen, his own eyes getting heavy. His back ached from sitting on the floor and the empty bed on the other side of the room was starting to call his name.
Instead he checked Cas' pulse once more. He remembered doing that compulsively in Heaven, how his pulse was weaker every time he checked until he could barely feel it. Remembered watching Cas fight for breath like he was underwater and not being able to do a damn thing. Castiel's eyes were closed now, his face still turned toward Dean. "Cas? You still up?"
There was no answer and Dean pulled the blanket up over his shoulders; Castiel sighed and shifted under the covers, practically snuggling into the warmth. Dean cracked a grin and had the stray thought that he wished the beds were bigger. Castiel's hand twitched toward him and Dean took it without thinking.
So, apparently they had the wrath of Heaven coming down on them.
Dean twirled the sword in his hand once, watching the blade catch the light. He still knew how to use it. He settled back against the wall, squeezing Cas' hand once as he stared at the motel door.
Let them come.
Re: Embers 2/2 (Dean/Cas, ...And Into the Fire coda)
Date: 2011-09-25 02:09 pm (UTC)*flails madly*
Thank you so much!!
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Date: 2011-09-23 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-24 02:05 am (UTC)Unexpected Findings (1/4)
Date: 2011-11-05 11:34 pm (UTC)Dean didn't know it could get so hot without everything just bursting into flames. His shirt stuck to his back, he was covered in dust and he didn't know how he was ever going to get his baby clean again. Bobby had sent word that something was picking off archeology students digging around the old Pueblo ruins in Arizona and finding the vampire had been nothing, probably the easiest hunt Dean had ever been on.
The problem was it was always harder to gracefully end a con than to start one and they were still there. And what really got Dean was how much fun Sam was having with this. "Isn't this cool, Dean?" he said, his face all lit up with nerdy joy under the floppy hat one of the interns had given him. "They're gonna clear rubble out of the canyons, they think there's a major find out there. No one's even seen the inside of these cliff walls in, like, a thousand years."
"You're killing me, Sam. Killing me." He tried in vain to brush some of the dust off his arms. "I never even knew you were into this stuff. If I'd known you would've been half this big a pain in the ass I would've told Bobby to stuff it."
Sam just grinned at him. "I wanted to minor in archeology at Stanford but the classes never lined up with the stuff I needed for pre-law." He grabbed Dean by the shoulder and dragged him along, heading toward the small knot of people clustered around one of the newly cleared cliff faces. "C'mon, it looks like they found something already."
By the time they got there the professors were already debating among themselves in jargon Dean couldn't even begin to translate, although Sam had picked it up pretty good. Dean still couldn't quite see what everyone was looking at, something on the wall, but nothing ever blocked Sam's view. "Dean," he said, the tone in his voice immediately snapping Dean to attention. "Dean, I think we should call Cas."
Dean pushed his way through a couple of taller interns and finally got a good look at the cliff wall – the wall and the enormous black wings scorched into the rock. "Yeah," Dean agreed, sliding his phone out of his pocket. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
Re: Unexpected Findings (2/4)
Date: 2011-11-05 11:36 pm (UTC)It was already almost dusk by the time the heads of the dig took a break from photographing and drawing the wings and trying to match them from anything they knew from Pueblo mythology, letting Dean and Cas finally get an up close look. Dean gave Sam all the credit in the world for that; he knew how to talk to these people and while he didn't know how Sam had explained away Cas, whatever he'd said seemed to have worked.
Dean saw Castiel's eyes go tight as he looked at the wings. "These really what they look like, Cas?"
He nodded. "Yes."
Cas had been quiet ever since he'd seen the wings, quiet even for him, and Dean fought back the worry prickling at the back of his mind. "So, who was the poor son of a bitch? Can you tell?"
Castiel nodded again. "Easily. These markings are distinctive to us. Like looking at a photograph."
Dean didn't like that tone in Cas' voice at all. "So, what? Did you know the guy?"
Castiel's lips quirked up into an expression that in no way resembled a smile. "You could say that." He brushed his fingertips along one of the black lines. "They're mine."
The canyon was too quiet. The heads of the dig were staring at them and Dean dragged Castiel back by one arm. "How the fuck that they be yours?" he said, keeping his voice low. "These things have been here a thousand years."
"I imagine I was time traveling," Castiel said, and Dean fought back the urge to shake him.
"Yeah, I figured that part out, Cas." He had a hard time tearing his gaze away from the wings, he had no idea how Castiel was managing it. "What happened?"
"They're not a chronicle, Dean."
"You're taking this pretty fucking well."
"I've been hunted for most of the past year. I've had to make peace with the idea that might not end well for me." Dean didn't know what look he had on his face, but Castiel furrowed his brow at him. "I don't know why you're so alarmed. There's no reason to believe this lies in my near future. Hundreds of years could go by before this event."
"Or this could go down tomorrow."
Castiel looked back at the wings. "That is the pessimistic view." Sam beckoned them over and Castiel tilted his head again. "We should see what he wants."
"You go. I'll catch up with you."
Cas gave him another look but didn't argue. When he was at a safe distance away Dean stepped forward and took a good, hard look at the wings. They were closer to being lined up with his shoulders than Castiel's, and he had to boost himself on his toes to get that extra inch or so to make it just right. Cas was a couple inches shorter than him. The only way the wings would burn in at this height would be if someone tall had held him up off the ground. By the collar, Dean thought to himself, even though he knew by the throat was more likely.
There was a slight indentation in the rock that Dean traced with one fingertip. He told himself there was no way the rock would still hold a sword mark after how many thousands of years. Then he kept telling himself that the indentation being right over where Cas' heart would be was just a coincidence.
Re: Unexpected Findings (3/4)
Date: 2011-11-05 11:37 pm (UTC)Dean felt his own heart almost stop when he saw fear flood Cas' eyes as the light began to build. Like he'd realized too late that maybe he wasn't prepared for this after all.
He woke with Castiel's final scream echoing in his ears; before he was even fully conscious he fumbled his phone out of his pocket and hit send on Castiel's number. He almost passed out with relief when he heard Cas' voice on the other line. "Dean? Is something wrong?"
"I...no, Cas, it's cool." There was no way he was going to admit out loud I had a nightmare that you died and freaked out. "Must've hit the wrong number." He couldn't hear Castiel's response over the sudden burst of static. "Where the hell are you? Your signal's crap."
"I felt the need to clear my head."
Dean was about to ask again where he was before realizing there was really only one place he could be. "I'm on my way."
***
The trip took longer than Dean had expected; some of the access roads were closed at night and Dean wound up having hike his way down and sneak past site security. He finally found Cas sitting against the wall, staring up at the wings. "Hey," he said. "Thought you might have taken off by now."
Castiel just frowned at him. "You said you were coming."
Dean shook his head and made his way over, kicking a discarded candy wrapper out of his way. "Fucking interns." He eased himself down next to Castiel. "Hanging out at your own grave is morbid, Cas."
"I believe you would know."
Dean grinned. "Yeah, maybe. Both the fake one and the real one. Couldn't resist." He glanced over at Cas. "You okay?"
Castiel let out a long sigh, still staring up at the wings. "I suppose I'm not as sanguine about this as I'd pretended."
"Look at this way," Dean said, and Castiel looked at him. "It's easy to avoid now. Just don't jump back that far in time it won't happen."
Castiel shook his head. "You don't understand." He looked back up at the spread of wings. "This only means that I traveled back knowing it would be my death."
Dean pushed aside how his stomach went cold hearing that. "Why the hell would you do that?"
Castiel's eyes cut back toward him. "I've done it before."
Re: Unexpected Findings (4/4)
Date: 2011-11-05 11:39 pm (UTC)"Whatever the reason, it must have been very important." He let out another long breath. "Is this what it feels like to be human, Dean?"
"I don't get you."
"Humans go through life knowing eventually it will end. It's different for us." He wrapped his arms around his knees, his expression thoughtful. "How do you do this every day?"
"It doesn't have to happen, Cas."
"It already has happened."
Dean shook his head. The urge to shake Castiel until he started making sense was back and this time Dean wasn't sure he could resist it. "Take me with you," Dean blurted out. When Castiel sent him a questioning look Dean continued, "If you have to be stupid enough to do this, I want to go with you."
"The need might not arise for hundreds of years, Dean."
Dean shrugged. "So? You're already time traveling. Make a stop on the way."
"No." He said it like Dean had been joking. "That would strand you thousands of years in the past."
"Or we'll stop the son of a bitch together."
Castiel looked like he was about to lose his patience. "It's happened. We can't change that."
"Who says?"
"It's literally carved in stone."
"So that means you don't even try to change it?"
Castiel curled in on himself tighter, staring up at the wings. "The past can't be changed. You know that." Dean was so angry he couldn't even argue anymore; he wanted to storm off and leave Castiel there to brood but stayed anyway. Dean thought maybe it was the dream that held him there, sitting next to Castiel for long, silent minutes.
If so, he was glad it did. "I don't want to die, Dean," Castiel whispered, his eyes wide blue circles.
When he looked over Dean saw that same fear from the dream. He knew in another second Castiel would blink and that fear would be gone, smoothed away under the usual angelic calm, as if that mask had never cracked. But it was there now. Dean pulled him over by his tie and kissed him hard, not even knowing why. Maybe that was the dream too. Dean just didn't ever want to see Castiel's eyes look like that.
After that first split second of surprise Dean felt Cas hitch in a breath and push him against the cliff wall. "You don't wanna die?" Dean said when Castiel finally let him up for air, speaking right up against his lips. "Then you grab me and we make it not happen. I do shit all the time that's not supposed to be possible. You grab me and we change this. You hear me?" Castiel nodded and kissed him again; Dean wasn't sure if Cas had even heard him and really couldn't bring himself to care, opening up to the kiss and pulling Castiel as close as he could. "Get us out of here, Cas," Dean growled. Castiel nodded again and Dean heard the sound of wings.
***
The canyon was silent under clear night sky. An armadillo scuttling around the rocks was the only thing there to see a man stroll out from behind an outcropping, munching on the remains of a candy bar and tossing the crumpled up wrapper at the center of the wings. Or at least it was something that looked like a man. "Little bro, you're almost not worth the effort."
Gabriel walked over to the wings, rapping on the rock with his knuckles. Some of his best work, if he said so himself. "And we're all even up for for that whole TV thing now, so I don't wanna hear any complaining if we run into each other again." He knew the humans were going to cut the etching out of the wall in the morning, carting the section off to the university and he couldn't wait to see what they came up with. This was going to be even better than the theories about all the stone heads he'd put on that island. Not as good as the platypus, but that kind of inspiration only hits once every few millenia.
Then he disappeared too, grinning with anticipation, leaving the canyon still and quiet.
Re: Unexpected Findings (4/4)
Date: 2011-11-06 12:32 am (UTC)(Also, for not knowing much about archaeology, you still got it right.)
Re: Unexpected Findings (4/4)
Date: 2011-11-06 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 12:15 am (UTC)"The angels' share--a portion of spirit offered up to heaven in thanks for a miracle." (www.wired.com/magazine/2011/05/ff_angelsshare/all/1)
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:21 am (UTC)Whiskey On Your Breath 1/3 (Dean/Cas, 5.03 missing scene)
Date: 2011-10-03 06:27 am (UTC)Dean hadn't meant to fall asleep. He'd stopped on the drive back from the brothel to pick up a fifth of whiskey, the really good stuff, hoping they could keep at least that much of the party going but it seemed like he'd barely touched the bed before he was out cold. It took a second to remember where he was when he opened his eyes to the dark motel room, the whiskey bottle sitting untouched and unopened on the nightstand. He checked the time and saw they still had a little over four hours till dawn, a huge relief; in that first moment of waking he'd been afraid that Cas might have decided to let him sleep and just gone after Raphael by himself.
But he hadn't; from the bed Dean could see him sitting at the table in the motel's pitiful excuse for a kitchenette, the moonlight streaming through the window casting long shadows around him. He had his elbows resting on the table and his face in his hands, his lips moving soundlessly as he prayed. Dean didn't think he'd ever poured as much of himself into anything as Cas was putting into that prayer; his whole body was turned to it, every ounce of his energy going into those silent words. It made Dean uncomfortable to see Cas like this, like he was spying on something private. Not that Dean didn't still try to lip read the words, of course.
Castiel stopped abruptly, letting out a long, shaking sigh. "What if God doesn't want me to win, Dean?"
Dean felt dumb for even thinking that Cas wouldn't know he was awake. "C'mon. Why would he bring you back if he wasn't on your side?"
Castiel's lips twisted into a scowl. "Perhaps He believes I haven't been punished thoroughly enough."
Dean sighed. "Get over here, Cas. You make me tired just looking at you."
Castiel came over and sat on the bed as Dean opened up the whiskey bottle. "Hey," Dean said, shoving the bottle into his hands. "Drink up. You'll feel better." Cas gave the bottle a dubious look. "Trust me, that's practically the best stuff you can buy."
Castiel gave a little shrug and downed the bottle in one long chug, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He blinked, first at the bottle, then at Dean. "My head feels odd."
"Yeah, I bet," Dean said, taking back the empty bottle. Dean knew he'd be on his ass if he'd even thought about drinking that much that fast. "You could've left me some," he said, although honestly, he was still more impressed than annoyed.
"My apologies." Castiel waved his hand over the bottle and it refilled; when Dean knocked back a swallow he thought it actually might be even higher-grade stuff than before.
"Dude," he said, savoring the burn as the whiskey went down, "that is hands down my favorite use of your mojo ever."
"There's a story I heard once," Cas said, downing another swallow before handing the bottle back to Dean, "that the makers of spirits call what's lost to evaporation the 'angel's share.' That it would be seen as an offering to ensure the quality of the rest."
"That true?" Dean took his swallow and handed the bottle back to Cas for his turn. "All of you just sweeping down and drinking our booze?"
"If it is I haven't been getting my share," Castiel groused, sounding wronged enough that Dean chuckled.
Re: Whiskey On Your Breath 2/3 (Dean/Cas, 5.03 missing scene)
Date: 2011-10-03 06:29 am (UTC)Castiel shook his head. "I can't quiet my mind." He let out a long breath that just seemed to shake him harder. "It was...it was easier the first time when I didn't fully comprehend what I was facing."
Dean swallowed hard. He knew what he should be doing but it still took a second of telling himself to get over it for him to wrap one arm around Cas' waist.
Castiel sighed, relaxing slightly against Dean. "It hurt," he whispered, so softly Dean barely heard him. "The smiting. It hurt a great deal."
Dean tightened his grip, the flash of rage hitting him so strong and so fast that he couldn't speak for a few seconds. "It's not gonna be like that," he said into Castiel's ear when he could trust his voice again. "The plan's solid. That son of a bitch isn't going to touch you, Cas."
Castiel didn't answer, instead twisting around to lay on his back and almost falling off the bed before Dean steadied him. "Tell me again what I did wrong at the brothel," he said, looking up at Dean; Castiel might claim he didn't get tired but Dean didn't think he'd ever seen anyone look as exhausted as Cas did just then. "You said I...spoke too much. What was I supposed to do?"
"Well, not talk to the chick about her father, that's for damn sure. Talk about killing the moment."
"I wanted to set her at ease."
"Look, Cas, the girls in those places know what you're in there for. You don't have to chat them up to get them in the mood."
"I wasn't trying to..." He sighed. "I'm not even certain what that means." He waved his hand back over the whiskey bottle to refill it and took a long swallow. "I didn't know how I was supposed to start things."
"Next time you're in that position, just kiss her already. Well, ask first, some hookers don't go for that, but yeah. You don't need to exchange life stories."
Castiel scowled. "I probably wouldn't be very good at it."
Dean shrugged, stealing the bottle for one more taste. "Eh, it's not that complicated. Takes a little practice."
Cas let out another sigh. Dean was starting to get the feeling he was morose drunk. "I'm unlikely to get the chance for much practice, Dean."
Dean heard alarm bells go off. It was one thing to go into a fight scared, Dean did that all the time, but you never went into one beaten the way Cas was now. Castiel rubbed his face, his hand shaking so hard Dean grabbed it before he could even think about what he was doing. Cas looked up at him and Dean didn't know if it was the booze but he'd never seen Cas' eyes unguarded like this; the hopelessness he saw there reached out and wrapped around him like a physical thing. He thought about Castiel sending him to Sam that day in the Chuck's apartment, lying that he could fight them off even though he knew damn well death was coming for him. He didn't remember if Cas had been shaking this hard then, too. He hadn't been paying attention.
Dean took a deep breath and kissed him before he could talk himself out of it; Cas tasted like whiskey and his stubble scratched and when his lips moved under Dean's to return the kiss Dean couldn't understand what the hell had been wrong with him, why he'd hadn't done this ages ago. When he broke the kiss Castiel's eyes were so wide with astonishment Dean almost kissed him again. "See, Cas?" Dean said, tracing his thumb along his jaw. "You did that just fine."
Re: Whiskey On Your Breath 3/3 (Dean/Cas, 5.03 missing scene)
Date: 2011-10-03 06:30 am (UTC)Dean grinned. "You don't ever have to ask my permission for that, Ca---"
Castiel kissed him he could even finish his sentence, catching him with his mouth open. He felt Cas' tongue slide past his lips and couldn't hold back the moan; he grabbed a handful of Cas' coat and pulled him closer, running his other hand through Cas' hair. He felt Cas' fingertips trace down his cheek, like Castiel was trying to memorize him.
Cas finally pulled back, still shaking but not any harder than Dean. "It's selfish," he whispered, brushing his fingers against Dean's lips.
"What is?"
Dean could smell the whiskey as Cas breathed. "It brings me peace to know you'll be at my side come dawn, despite the danger."
Dean shrugged, rubbing the back of Cas' neck. "Hey, you said he wouldn't kill me."
"He could do many things to you that wouldn't kill you. And yet I want you there anyway." He kissed Dean again, barely brushing his lips. "Can you forgive me that?"
"Dude." This time Dean kissed him, deep and messy until Dean could feel Cas' heart racing. When he broke the kiss Cas tried to follow after him, open mouthed and gasping. "I would be pissed forever if you left me out," he said, cradling Cas' head in both hands. "So don't you even think about it." Castiel nodded and Dean kissed him again, sliding one hand under the coat and suit jacket and brushing his hand down his ribs, just the thin dress shirt between them.
Cas shivered and pressed closer to Dean. "You said this was the first thing I should do," he said, his fingers threading through Dean's hair. "What's the second?"
Dean felt his heart pounding so hard he thought it might come out of his chest. A few minutes earlier he'd had to screw up his courage just to put an arm around Cas' waist; they were crossing so many lines so fast Dean's head was spinning. He ran his tongue over Cas' lower lip and remembered seeing that fear in his eyes. Dean knew their plan was solid, he was damned proud of it in fact, but he'd been around long enough to know plans went bad. If things went bad tomorrow Dean didn't want regrets. He'd wracked up more than enough of those for one lifetime. "Okay, Cas," he whispered, feeling that last wall between them crumble to dust. "You pay close attention."
Castiel nodded, his eyes wide and eager and Dean knew no one had ever looked at him like that before. Suddenly it seemed ridiculous that he would have ever had any doubts about this. He kissed Castiel again, wet and lingering, his hands slowly working open Cas' belt. "This is what you do next."
Re: Whiskey On Your Breath 3/3 (Dean/Cas, 5.03 missing scene)
Date: 2011-10-03 07:54 am (UTC)I have wanted Dean/Cas fic involving that prompt since I first read that article back in MAY. This makes me very happy. :) Thank you so much for writing it!
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:21 am (UTC)May I give a prompt: green?
Please and thank you.
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