leashy_bebes | FIC: A Sign Of Faith In Angels (1/1)

okay so I didn't stop, I just switched fandoms. and had a minor nervous breakdown ahhh holy shit what am I doing?!

Title: A Sign of Faith In Angels (1/1)
Rating: PG (a little strong language)
Pairing: Edging towards Dean/Castiel, but probably technically gen.
Spoilers: 4.22 (but not explicitly)
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Sam doesn't get it, the way his brother is about Castiel.
Notes: My first fic for this pairing. I started it a while ago, thought I'd better finish it before I read any more sodding S5 spoilers.

They ran.

It wasn't brave but Sam doesn't know what else they could have done. It's not like they had a weapon to fight Lucifer (still don't, damn it), not like they could have done anything beyond getting themselves killed. Injured and freaked the fuck out, they ran, leapt in the Impala, Dean flooring the accelerator before the doors were closed and bam. Gone. They didn't stop for three states.

Sam tries not to think about the fact that 1600 people died in Ilchester while they fled. Just dropped down dead.

***

Sam doesn't get it, the way his brother is about Castiel. When he was around, being cryptic and serene and a holy pain in their asses, Dean'd never seemed too far off hating him. Now that he's...not around, well. Every time a light so much as flickers, Sam can see 'Cas' just waiting to form on Dean's lips. He's completely determined that Castiel will be back.

Sam...well, Sam's not so sure. He's heard enough, seen enough to know that Castiel can be one scary dude, but Cas against an Archangel? Against 'them all'? Sam imagines it would be like a glow worm trying to outshine the sun. He's fairly certain Cas isn't coming back from wherever he ended up.

***

So, okay, Dean has faith. That's...great, really. If anyone needs a little faith in their life, it's probably Dean. But it's also...unexpected. So unexpected that Sam can't help commenting on it.

"Dude, it's not about faith," Dean says, feeding quarters to the magic fingers, because some things don't even change come the Apocalypse, apparently. "I trust the guy is all."

And that, right there, is the problem. Because Dean doesn't see this - hiding, essentially, while they wait for word - as a sign of faith in angels. It's about trust in Castiel. Because Dean doesn't see angels anymore. He sees Castiel and other angels. And alright, maybe Sam's really not in a position to preach about that (or maybe he's the best person to preach because he knows all about expecting something to go against its true nature), but he worries. He worries about the outcomes of Dean's trust, not just for the two of them, not just for the whole goddamn world, but for Dean and his stupid, stubborn heart.

***

"They're putting it down to the economy," Sam says, flicking through the papers.

"The orgy in Portland, or the mass suicide in Baltimore?" Dean asks.

"Both," Sam shrugs.

"Huh," Dean says.

"C'mon, Dean. Help me out, here."

"Help you what?" Dean asks, sitting up suddenly and glaring at Sam. "Find a job? Whole fucking world's a job now, Sammy, and it's too big for us."

"So, what? We're gonna do what exactly?"

"We're gonna wait," Dean says, like that's reasonable, like the world isn't crumbling around them.

"What? For Castiel? Dean he's not coming back."

"Not – just – shut up, Sam."

"Dean..."

"Shut up, Sam."

Dean grabs his jacket and heads out the door. He doesn't have the car keys so Sam doesn't follow him, and sure enough Dean returns ten minutes later, throwing a pack of M&Ms at Sam's head, cracking open a can of soda.

"Dean – "

"Yeah, yeah," Dean shrugs, digging through his pocket for change. The coins spill all over the floor when the lights and tv flicker, just once. Dean's head whips up and towards the window, and Sam rolls across the bed, grabbing his gun.

"Castiel," Dean says, and it's not for a long time afterwards that Sam realises he says it just a fraction of a second before Castiel actually appears, silhouetted against the window.

"Dean," the angel says, and there isn't a pause or anything so obvious as that, just the certainty that they are saying something more, something other than the greeting Sam hears. Certainly when Cas turns to him and nods, "Sam," there's none of the meaning in it.

"Where'd you - are you - damn, it's good to see you, man."

"I'm glad you feel that way," Castiel says, and there's a moment where the corners of his mouth turn up in what might be a smile. Dean makes an angel of the Lord smile, Sam thinks, trying to find a way to fit the thought in his head. "I don't have much time," Cas says, eyes still on Dean's.

"Heaven calling?" Dean asks, quirking his eyebrows and Castiel's face...freezes, just for a second.

"No," he says, then crosses from the window to where Dean's standing and presses his palm to Dean's cheek.

For the space of three heartbeats they're motionless and then Cas steps back smoothly and Dean blinks twice.

"What'd you just - " he shakes his head like he's got water in his ears and then grins. "That was cool!"

"Again, I'm glad you feel that way. You understand?"

"Yes," Dean nods. "Yeah, I understand. But, Cas, you - Are you - "

"I will explain, Dean. I promise."

Then he's gone.

"Dean, he's not coming back," Dean says into the silence after a moment, his voice a high-pitched mimicry of Sam's. "Man. I told you so, asshole."

"I – "

"Get packing," Dean grins.

An angel's promise is apparently good enough for Dean now, because they set off about ten minutes later despite Sam's protests. When they've been on the road for an hour and a half Dean adjusts his grip on the wheel, glances over at Sam, clears his throat.

"It's gonna be alright," he says.

"What? Castiel tell you that?" Sam asks, and he can't keep the bite out of his tone.

"Yeah," Dean nods.

Current Mood: nervous
Current Music: Nick Lowe - The Beast In Me

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This is really sweet! Thanks for sharing. <3

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