Vessel


Disclaimer:

Really shit idea I had in which Dean and Jimmy knew each other and were in love at some point before (*insert plot hole here*) and then Castiel uses Jimmy as a vessel.


AU- Dean knew Jimmy long before he was Castiel. They had a fling, but Dean wasn't the same once Jimmy had left him. However, when Dean won't cooperate with the angels, they are left with no choice but to resurrect Dean's past lover to get him to listen.


PROLOGUE

Sure, the way they met may have been considered "unconventional," but sometimes you meet people in the most peculiar ways. Now then, how did this duo meet, you may ask? Well, my dear reader, that is what I am here to tell you.

It started off like any other regular Sunday. Dean was doing his usual walk of shame down the side of the road. Although in retrospect, Dean's walk of shame had converted from his head hanging low due to a massive hangover into one of his head held high, enormous bright smile on his lips, and an extra bounce in his step. The life of a hunter was no easy task, and sometimes when life got in the way of rational thinking, Dean would find himself in search of a way to recuperate. His little brother, Sammy, would always yell at him for drinking too much beer, and constantly urged him to quit. Dean would only shake off whatever his little brother said to him, and would sneak a few bottles while his brother slept in the bed beside him. Of course these actions of his made him disappointed in himself, mainly because he knew his little brother looked up to him as a role model, and he didn't want his little Sammy to be let down. Dean was his only family now, after all. Eventually, Sammy did find out about Dean's secretive drinking habits, and Dean nearly wanted to die right then. He couldn't bare the thought of letting his brother down. He couldn't do that to him. Not after everything their father had done. Dean soon weaned himself from all of the alcohol, due to a statement Sam had made, stating that the more Dean drank, the chance he would get erectile dysfunction would increase.

Dean chuckled to himself as he walked, recollecting the old memories of why his mood had improved after one night stands (besides getting laid of course.) He walked to his 1967 Chevy Impala, more notably known as his Baby. She was the most precious thing he owned, and he would be damned if anyone or anything tried to harm her. He unlocked her and slid into the driver's seat, closing the door behind him. He slid his key into the slot and turned it, making his Baby purr. His hands glided over the steering wheel and he pulled back the gear shift to back out of the parking space he had driven into the night before. It wasn't long until he was on the road. Other cars passed him and cut him off, but today, out of all the days the world had to offer, he couldn't find the need to let his road rage get the better of him. He was currently sitting at a red light, drumming his fingers to Metallica as he waited for the light to switch to green. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he could of seen a shadow flash behind him. He didn't get the notion of it being evil, and dismissed the thought of it. After all, maybe he was just seeing things? However his fantasy daydream of drumming for the band came to an abrupt end when the passenger side of his Baby was forced open. A man slid inside, face pale and wide, blue eyes. "DRIVE!" He demanded, and for some odd reason, Dean slammed his foot on the gas.

Baby's tires screeched as Dean zoomed down the road, the man sitting adjacent him in the car was pressing down on the door lock button to his side. Although it was only a quick glimpse, Dean had found the stranger to be rather handsome. He had neat hair and just a small amount of stubble around his jaw and mouth. He wore a slick, black suit that fit around his body in all of the right places. The man was currently looking over his shoulder to see if any cars had been chasing behind them. After Dean had started to drive down several (what seemed to be abandoned) roads, he turned to look at the man who had now seemed to calm down. "What the hell was that all about?" He inquired, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The stranger next to him chuckled softly. "I just gave a sermon that many of the Westboro Baptist Church residents didn't appreciate." Castiel shrugged simply. Dean chuckled softly. "You preached at the Westboro Baptist Church?" The stranger next to him nodded, he didn't seem too regretful. Dean couldn't help himself from laughing as he continued to drive. This guy was pretty cool. "They didn't seem to appreciate my insight of why they're wrong." The man joked, shaking his head as he smiled. Dean nodded in agreement. "You got a name?" Dean asked, eyes fluctuating between the road and the stranger. "Jimmy Novak." the man stated, flashing Dean a cheeky grin as he continued to drive. "And you?" Dean smiled softly. "Dean Winchester." "Nice to meet you, Dean." "Yeah? Whatever Novak." He chuckled.

"So what made you decide to preach at such a hateful place?" Dean asked, earning a shrug from Jimmy.

"You'd think I'm insane if I told you." he admitted.

"Try me." Dean smirked, knowing nothing could get any stranger than what he usually dealt with on a day-to-day basis.

Jimmy sighed and gave in, something about Dean just made him so trustworthy. "Angels told me to do it."

Dean chuckled. "Angels?" he repeated. He had always figured that those feathery sons of bitches didn't exist. After all, angels meant that God was real, and no one had heard anything from the guy upstairs for centuries.

"I know it's strange." Jimmy frowned. "But they said I had a purpose, but I could only meet the requirements if I prove my faith."

"So you're a priest?"

"Eh. Actor, baker, candlestick maker, whatever you'd like to label me as."

"So you're a vagabond?"

Jimmy sighed. "For now, I presume."

Dean nodded slowly, licking his lips. "And what did the angels have you preach about?"

Castiel shrugged simply. "Honestly? I can't remember a damn thing. All I remember is standing up on a box and just started talking. It's almost like I was possessed. I was talking, physically, but I don't recall anything. Why do you ask?"

Dean shrugged. "You seemed pretty out of sorts when you hijacked my car."

"Technically, I didn't hijack."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah? Whatever."

Jimmy chuckled and cleared his throat. "You mind if I ask you why you're so calm about this angel thing? Or are you driving to a mental hospital and plan to ditch me there?"

Dean chuckled softly in response added with a shrug. "Mental hospital? Hell no, I'm buying you a drink."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"

Dean glanced over at him. "Because the only way you're going to believe what I say is if you're pissed drunk."

Jimmy chuckled. "Alright. But I feel like it's only fair if I unbutton my shirt some to show some cleavage."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Jimmy nudged his shoulder softly. "Guy like you? Probably only buy the real pretty girls drinks. And although I'd like to pretend I am Kim Kardashian, I am probably more of a dumpster."

Dean looked back at the road. This dude was strange. "A dumpster?"

"Yeah, but not one of those that you walk by and nearly pass out because of the smell. I'm like a dumpster that's behind a really fancy corporation where they have enough money to hire someone to clean it out every evening."

"Well I'm glad you think so highly of yourself." Dean teased.

Jimmy shrugged, "It's one of my many talents."

"Oh yeah? What else can you do, Kim Kardashian wannabe?"

Jimmy shrugged as he thought of a sarcastic comment to make. "Convert oxygen into carbon dioxide for starters."

"Huh?"

Jimmy sighed. "I can breathe."

"Oh." Dean chuckled awkwardly. The atmosphere in the car changed as Dean desperately tried to change the conversation to something less dense.

Eventually Dean pulled into the parking lot of the nearest bar he could find. Him and this Jimmy fellow slid out of the impala and walked inside, not quite sure why they were still together. But for some strange reason they felt comfortable around each other, and that was a big thing for the Winchester to feel...Safe. Jimmy took a seat at a table while Dean went and ordered a round of beers for the two of them. He returned with a glass pitcher and two glasses on a plate and carefully put it in the middle of the table. Jimmy grabbed the pitcher and poured some beer into each of the glasses and put the pitcher down. He brought his glass to his lips and took a sip. "So what's this totally unbelievable thing I need a drink for?" he teased. Dean sighed, expecting the man to run out the second he began to speak. And surprisingly, Dean could feel his heart drop and shatter in the pit of his stomach at just the thought of the man leaving. "So you're religious?" Dean asked inquiringly, bringing his glass to his lips, earning a shrug in response as Jimmy took another sip as well. "Well you might of heard of some monsters called demons? Well them suckers are as real as you and I." Dean studied the man's reaction, heart sinking as he licked his lips. The man seemed unfazed. "Sure they are." He stated simply, as if it wasn't important. "That's it? 'Sure they are'?" Dean looked at him bewilderingly. His elbows were on the tabletop as he leaned into the conversation. "Dean, I'm a man of God. I believe whatever he tells me." Jimmy stated simply. Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. A silence fell between the two men, who were now both leaning towards each other. Dean chuckled lightheartedly. "That's it?" He asked, clicking his tongue against the side of his cheek. Jimmy nodded and chuckled softly as well. "I guess so." Jimmy could feel his face heating up, a blush was trying to make its way to his face.

The duo ended up staying at the bar for a few more hours. Time seemed to fly carelessly out of the window as they conversed. It was the first time in Dean's life where he felt like he was a book, and Jimmy was his reader. He spilled everything. He talked about the relationship with his parents, his little brother Sammy, and how now he's stuck trying to stop some demon from letting Lucifer out of his cage. Jimmy smiled as he watched Dean tell his story, he could tell that Dean had never told anyone his full life story, and Jimmy ate it all up. Dean was just so intriguing with the way he thought, and perceived, and acted. He was amazing. Jimmy told Dean about his life as well, although it was no where compared to how Dean had lived his. Jimmy had grown up in a small religious family. He was from Illinois, nothing special of course. He was married, much to Dean's dismay, but found his heart skipping a beat when Jimmy informed him that his wife had kicked him out so he could "get help" for his condition. Jimmy told Dean about how the angels talked to him, and would tell him to do things to prove his faith, and that's why he continued to do it. He had a daughter, Claire, who he left with his wife since he was supposed to be in a mental health care facility receiving treatment. Dean had to fight back the urge to smile. Jimmy was technically single at the moment...but what did he care anyways?

Once they had finished their next few rounds of beer, they got up to leave, both of the men placing a tip on the table. They both insisted they paid, but the other wouldn't allow it. Eventually though, they did decide on splitting the tip. Dean followed Jimmy out of the bar, thanking him for holding the door open. Dean unlocked the Impala and both men slid in their prospective sides. Dean put the key in the hole and pulled out of the parking space. "So where ya headed?" Dean asked, disappointment clearly ringing in his tone. Jimmy hesitated to answer, and that's when it hit him. This guy didn't have a place to stay. Dean pretended to be apologetic, but in actuality his heart was smiling. "Looks like you're with me then!" Dean grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "You really don't-"

"-Oh I insist." Dean's eyes went wide as he quickly realized how desperate he sounded, and cleared his throat. "I-if you want to."

Jimmy sighed. "I suppose so. I mean, it's not like you're a murderer."

Dean glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, he had told Jimmy everything. Even about the innocent people who had died in his name.

Jimmy smiled softly, a blush creeping back to his cheeks. God, was he cute. "Sorry." Jimmy mumbled, turning his gaze to his shoes. Once he strained a sentence together in his head, he looked back over at Dean. "What I meant to say was that at least you won't murder me...at least not tonight anyways." He chuckled softly.

'It's alright, I don't murder cute guys.' Dean thought to himself, causing a blush to form on his cheeks. Dean flashed Jimmy a smile, letting him know that his assumption was right. The car filled with a comfortable silence. It was almost like they were meant to be there together, like fate had made them meet. Soon the silence was starting to bother Dean, making him feel as though the silence was a bit unnecessary. He pressed a button on the stereo, causing Pour Some Sugar on Me to play throughout the vehicle. "Def leppard? Really?" Jimmy teased, Dean only started to sing along to the song, sarcastically serenading Jimmy.

"Love is like a bomb baby come on get it on. Livin' like a lover with a radar phone."

"Dean this is ridiculous."

"Lookin' like a tramp like a video tramp.."

"Are you calling me a porn star? Because thank you, I've always thought I had a nice body."

"Demolition woman, can I be your man?" Dean looked into Jimmy's eyes as he sang that line, almost as if he was hoping Jimmy would take him seriously and say yes. He only rolled his eyes. Dean looked back at the road.

Jimmy eventually pushed the same button Dean did previously, turning the music off. Dean frowned at him. Jimmy smiled mischievously. "Low blow man, I thought we were friends."

"We are."

"Then why did you turn my music off?"

"I'm saving you from embarrassing yourself. That makes me a good friend."

Dean scoffed. "I beg to differ. Besides, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole!"

Jimmy blushed more. "Plus you were embarrassing me." he mumbled.

Dean looked offended. "You just don't know true talent."

Jimmy chuckled and leaned back in his seat, enjoying the silence.

Dean didn't say anything for awhile. He continued driving in the silence, finding it strange how Jimmy wanted the ride to be silent. Dean was following the beat of the music in his head, and luckily had the perfect opportunity to pick it back up as he pulled to stop at a red light.

"Listen,"

"Yes, Dean?" Jimmy asked as Dean turned the music up to sing with it in perfect sync.

"Red light, yellow light, green light-a-go.."

Jimmy groaned. "Dean are you serious!?" He blushed more.

"Crazy little woman in a one man show."

"Dean!"

"Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love."

"You're about to have the rhythm of my foot up your ass in a minute."

"Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up, loosen up."

Jimmy sighed. The light flashed from red to green and Dean started driving again. Jimmy looked over at Dean and smiled, he was having such a good time 'serenading' him. And of course, this made Jimmy decide that he couldn't argue with Dean on this, and joined in. Dean and Jimmy sang the next verse at the top of their lungs, like they were teenagers. They were laughing as they did, dancing in their seats to the beat. The next chorus came and the boys took turns singing the lyrics. Dean started it off with "Pour some sugar on me!" and Jimmy picked it up with, "Oooh! In the name of love!" Dean blushed as they finished the chorus, making him pick it up with, "I'm hot, sticky sweet." which in turn, made Jimmy giggle and follow it up with, "From my head to my feet yeah!" Dean turned the music down as he laughed along with Jimmy, smiling widely as his eyes wrinkled at the corners. Jimmy leaned his head against the back of the seat as he laughed in unison with the Winchester.

The rest of the drive to the next state over stayed light hearted and fun. Jimmy crawled into the back seat at the latest gas break. He had quickly fallen asleep, and Dean promised not to blast his music while he slept-or at least while he was trying to sleep. Once Jimmy started snoring, Dean took it as a sign that he was lost in a deep sleep, prompting him to turn his stereo on, only making sure the music wasn't too loud so that it wouldn't awaken the little angel. Dean was currently listening to the Beatles. It was a guilty pleasure...and he might have had a slight crush on Paul McCartney, but who doesn't, right? He hummed along to Hey Jude, a song that really meant a lot to him. His mother used to sing it to him when it was time for him to go to sleep at night.

The motel didn't seem too bad when Dean pulled into the parking spot. He looked back at Jimmy from over his shoulder and smiled softly. He looked adorable when he slept. Dean opened his door and went to check in and get them a room. He requested two twin beds, getting a look from the hostess that insinuated she was questioning why he would need two separate beds. After all, he was fairly attractive. Surely he was here with his girlfriend. The hostess gave him the key to his room and he thanked her. He walked out to find his room and unlocked the door. Then he opened up the Impala and carried Jimmy inside, tucking him into the bed farthest from the door. Dean soon changed into his pajamas and crawled into his own bed, at least for the night anyways. He got himself comfortable, rolling over to lay on his stomach and closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep.

Days turned into weeks with Jimmy. Those weeks soon transformed themselves into months. Dean took Jimmy hunting with him, showing him the ropes to ganking monsters. The more skilled Jimmy got with hunting, the more Dean would let him do. Jimmy and Dean were a lot like Bonnie and Clyde, they were always working well together to help out /their/ cause. Every now and again, Jimmy and Dean would find themselves getting lost in each other's eyes and smiling. They had gotten rather close, and it was fair to say they would give up their own life for the other if needed. Eventually, however, Jimmy found himself becoming more and more drawn to the Winchester. He knew it was wrong, especially since he was married with a child. But there was something about Dean that captivated him, and one night he figured that he couldn't handle keeping his secret any longer so he confessed to Dean. Luckily for him, Dean confessed to returning the same feeling, and about ten dates later, they made everything official.

Being with Jimmy made Dean a better person, in his opinion. Jimmy made everything so simple. He understood, and would listen to Dean's instructions if they were on a hunt, or just be there for him to vent too. The relationship worked vice versa for Jimmy as well. He had always been uneasy at the thought of having to protect his family, God forbid if anything happened to them. But Dean easily slipped into the protector role. The men did their best to spoil their partner. Jimmy would always wake up early and crawl out of Dean's arms to make him breakfast every morning, while Dean would do his best to take Jimmy out on as many dates as humanly possible. One night however, Jimmy found himself being upset. He was ashamed that he had let his family the way he did. Did he regret falling in love with Dean? Absolutely not. Dean was better to him than his wife had ever been. Not that she didn't treat him well, but because his love wasn't as deep or fulfilling as it was with Dean. Dean was his soulmate, he realized that. Dean turned on the radio in their motel room, turning the music down and dimming the lights. Jimmy looked towards him in confusion, as Dean sent him a soft smile and walked over to him, taking his hands in his and pulling him off the bed and to his feet.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Jimmy asked. He really didn't want to be disrupted from his thoughts.

Dean put a hand around Jimmy's waist and guided his other hand to connect with Jimmy's, holding it up. Dean smiled down at him and started to waltz Jimmy around the room, he sang along to the instrumental that was filling the room.

"Earth angel, earth angel,

The one I adore

Love you forever and ever more

I'm just a fool

A fool in love with you."

Jimmy was blushing profusely as Dean sang to him. He slowly stood up on the tip of his toes and softly brushed their lips together. Dean smiled throughout their lip lock, doing his best to mumble out the next few lyrics but only to end up getting lost in Jimmy's lips.

Unfortunately, their time together was cut off short. Jimmy had been hit by a car, and died instantly on impact. Dean was a wreck at the funeral. In fact, he was the only one who bothered to show up. Dean had brought a bouquet of roses with him, and gently placed them on Jimmy's headstone. He sat next to the stone, putting his arms around it as tears spilled from his eyes. He tried to convince himself that he was still holding Jimmy, but logic triumphed over fantasy. "I miss you so much." he tried to speak normally, but his voice caught in his throat. "When I woke up this morning I told myself it was just some nightmare. I told myself you were still here with me. But then I looked to my side and didn't see you and I remembered it was real." He said a few more things, and sang a saddened rendition of Elvis' Can't Help Falling In Love, followed by I Want To Hold Your hand by the Beatles. He ended up falling asleep on Jimmy's grave, lips pressed to the cold stone in an attempt to never part their lips ever again. He never moved from Jimmy's grave. He just laid there every day and every night. He would sing to Jimmy's stone every chance he could. And he stayed there through whatever the weather threw at him.