"Jesus, Cas." Dean rubbed his hands over his face. "Just don't do it. It's easy."
"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.
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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.