- Music RPF (1)
This had simply never happened. Dean always checked the entire house, sometimes twice, laying sigils and protection spells and lines of salt as he went, and today was no exception. Sure, the place might have been a little strange, but it was foreclosed upon like a decade ago. So absolutely why can Dean hear someone walking around on the second floor of this abandoned house? An unchecked closet? The wind split a salt line? Some sort of undiscovered thing that was immune to all traps?
tldr; The empty house Dean's trying to crash in isn't as empty as he thought it would be. Enter Castiel.
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16 Sep 2021
There’s something alive in Dean’s cabin. He can feel it. Under the floorboards, beneath the stairs that shouldn’t be there, where it’s dark. It beats like a heart. It changes its face in the middle of the night. It feels like it’s reaching out to him, and he has no idea why.
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14 Sep 2021
Dean doesn't even get halfway through explaining before Bobby starts laughing. When he lets himself think about it for more than five seconds, Dean can almost see Bobby's point: he's faced down demons, witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels, and Satan himself and now he's been defeated by the God damn Midwest.
“Cas–” Dean whimpers, and it almost sounds like begging.
“Tell me what you want,” Castiel whispers, watching the impulse to hide himself crawl across Dean’s face. He wants to hide. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t. Instead he touches two fingers to Castiel’s mouth. Studies it, wets his own lips. The touch makes Cas’ cut sting, sticking to the pads of Dean’s fingers.
“Tell me,” he insists, gentle, when Dean doesn’t respond.
“I – I don’t know,” Dean stammers. He looks at Castiel, intense. He takes a deep breath. “I – you. You, Cas,” he says firmly.
“Right,” Dean says. He nods to himself and tries to believe that Cas means it when he says he’s going to stay. “Right, and Jack, he brought you back?”
Cas smiles softly. “Yes, it took him time to figure out how to use his powers in a way that he could reach me, but he succeeded. We had our own reunion and discussion before he brought me here.” He looks back at Dean. “You have, apparently, been quite the talk of Heaven.”
Dean frowns and finally pulls away. He would be worried, maybe is a little bit, because when do they ever really catch a fucking break, but Cas is looking at him with something so fragile in his eyes. Something light and hopeful and sad all at the same time.
“What’d I do now?”
Cas looks at him like his heart is breaking. “You prayed my name to every angel in Heaven for six days straight.”
or the one where dean grieves in his own way until jack swings a little power to give dean another shot at that love confession