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Title: Untitled / Heaven's Hands (as titled on AO3)
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Relationship: Dean x Cas
Notes/Warnings: X-posted from my tumblr. Part 1 of 2, set post-4x11. Inspired by Hesitation by apokteino (which I'd link to but it's been taken offline). Another take on how 'Cas is ordered to seduce Dean' could have gone. CW consent issues.
Fic #: 002/101
The second time Dean wakes from now-in-technicolor nightmares of Hell to find Cas sitting on his bed, it’s 3 in the afternoon.
After Angels vs. Demons: Kaiju Battle, he and Sam had been slinging back jobs like it was a sweaty summer night, and it’d been working. Keeping him too tired to even dream. But then Sam had started bugging him again, asking if he wanted to talk about it. No. Telling him he should talk about it, that he’d feel better if—still no. The dreams came back, no matter how long he stayed awake. His head hit the pillow and every every was there in the dark: underneath fingernails, behind eyeballs, between each of his ribs, shuddering flesh beneath hands, skin trembling against his teeth. Even when the sun was shining down from on high.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Cas.” He sits up, rubs sleep from his eyes. Cas doesn’t move a muscle.
Since the mess a few weeks ago, he’d wondered if Cas was gonna come back at all. 1-800-HEAVEN, the number you have dialed is no longer in service. But he’s glad to see him. Kind of wary. That’s just how it goes with Cas, the confusingly sort-of-attractive tax accountant who could kill him with a wave of his fingers.
Still, he hadn’t seemed to enjoy being on CSI: Angel Murder Squad. “I haven’t seen Anna, if that’s what you want to know.”
“We’re searching for her, but other priorities are more important now.”
“Great. You found another seal?”
“It’s being handled,” Cas says, and then abruptly changes the subject: “You haven’t been sleeping well.”
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Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Relationship: Dean x Cas
Notes/Warnings: X-posted from my tumblr. Part 1 of 2, set post-4x11. Inspired by Hesitation by apokteino (which I'd link to but it's been taken offline). Another take on how 'Cas is ordered to seduce Dean' could have gone. CW consent issues.
Fic #: 002/101
The second time Dean wakes from now-in-technicolor nightmares of Hell to find Cas sitting on his bed, it’s 3 in the afternoon.
After Angels vs. Demons: Kaiju Battle, he and Sam had been slinging back jobs like it was a sweaty summer night, and it’d been working. Keeping him too tired to even dream. But then Sam had started bugging him again, asking if he wanted to talk about it. No. Telling him he should talk about it, that he’d feel better if—still no. The dreams came back, no matter how long he stayed awake. His head hit the pillow and every every was there in the dark: underneath fingernails, behind eyeballs, between each of his ribs, shuddering flesh beneath hands, skin trembling against his teeth. Even when the sun was shining down from on high.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Cas.” He sits up, rubs sleep from his eyes. Cas doesn’t move a muscle.
Since the mess a few weeks ago, he’d wondered if Cas was gonna come back at all. 1-800-HEAVEN, the number you have dialed is no longer in service. But he’s glad to see him. Kind of wary. That’s just how it goes with Cas, the confusingly sort-of-attractive tax accountant who could kill him with a wave of his fingers.
Still, he hadn’t seemed to enjoy being on CSI: Angel Murder Squad. “I haven’t seen Anna, if that’s what you want to know.”
“We’re searching for her, but other priorities are more important now.”
“Great. You found another seal?”
“It’s being handled,” Cas says, and then abruptly changes the subject: “You haven’t been sleeping well.”
( Continue reading... )
