AN: I'm not a big fan of short chapters or short stories but I can see the value of them in a case where writing a long enough chapter to make it worth while is harder than it looks. So, for now I'm going to try my hand at drabbles. I do have a story in the works, one I hope will have nice long chapters and a fairly decent storyline. In short, I'm doing an off shoot of season 4's "Sex and Violence." But instead of sirens, it's a succubus. As I work on the first chapter I'm coming across a ton of different directions to go and recently I've fallen in love with Destiel where at first I kind like Sam 'n Dean... but now I'm happily committed to Castiel 'n Dean because two brothers just isn't right... I've also seen fans of Sam 'n Gabriel but when I look at the little trickster I just don't see Sam trying to get in his pants haha. But I ended up added Wincest in my story because 1. It originated that way 2. Castiel wasn't even going to be in the story until I started reading Destiel and 3. I kept running into twists as I was writing and liked the progression of my newer timeline with Cas rather it just being Sam n Dean. So I've created a Destielam? and I'm just letting my muse blindingly carry me through this. So if you've made it this far I'm impressed and will continue on to the short. Look for "When You're Strange" eventually, not soon, but eventually... :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural the series or any of the characters used in the following. I'm merely an adoring fan using my artistic license to portray our favorite heterosexual life partners in very sadistic and unbecoming homoerotic activities. Please, Jensen, Jared, and Misha, forgive me now. You must understand this need comes from a very dark place and unfortunately there are thousands of us helpless fans who thrive on the fantasy of you and another man making desperate hot love. Mainly, I blame the angst and tension between all the good-looking men on the show. But that's beside the point, the point is I don't own any of the characters.
Summary: Once upon a time an angel fell from the heavens. It was a hot and sunny day on beltway 8, the traffic was heavy and the air was still. Through the clouds a beam of light pours solely on a strip of road and in a flash the earth quakes with a mighty crash. The screeching of tires screams to a halt. The curiosity of mankind sometimes can take us to unbelievable heights and considerable lows, sometimes even ambition couldn't get us there.
Warnings: Implications primarily but nothing besides a very light fluff of wings and cold naked tension. Enjoy the drabble.
It hadn't started out to be such a good day. There was the baby next door who was screaming excessively which made Dean wonder if there was even a parental unit in existence, there was the stench of something very old and musky that perpetually lingered just around him it seemed since Sam swore he couldn't smell anything, then there was a searing ache in his back that he refused to acknowledge despite his brother's advances to get him to admit that he had sustained from a previous hunt. All-in-all it wasn't even noon yet and already it was the worse day he's had since yesterday.
He moped around all morning trying to find any excuse to leave the hotel. Sam wasn't sure how many breakfasts and snacks he could have in one sitting but Dean's attempt to distract himself was causing a lot of in and out that Sam found ultimately annoying after trying many failed attempts himself to go back to sleep. "Dean, for the love of all that is holy and mighty in this world, please go for a drive!" Sam's muffled voice shouted from beneath a pillow he squeezed against his head. Dean huffed audibly and peered out the window, all signs of restlessness evident in his constant fidgeting and pacing.
"A ride, huh?" Dean thought out loud, mulling over the option carefully. He was debating whether he should just go down to the mart a block away again or seriously jump in his car for a long, relaxation-induced cruise. An eyebrow quirked up as he side glanced his younger sibling sprawling on a bed several feet from him. The taller male sat up suddenly, letting the pillow fall from his face dramatically. "YES!" He breathed in response, an exasperated sigh following as he rubbed at his eyes with his hands. Dean looked forward to the window and nodded his head to a tilt then shrugged his shoulders as if the solution to his problem had been so one-sided and simple there wasn't any need to continue trying to solve it.
He snatched up the keys from a small bowl placed by the doorway of the hotel room and just as he started to leave he turned to Sam and raised a pointed finger up in the air. "Nothing holy 'bout goin for a cruise. I'll be ba-" Sam raised a hand and dropped his head as if he couldn't stand to hear anymore. "Just go, I don't care how long you're gone just long enough for me to see some decent sleep... Please." He added with a slightly pleading tone. In return Dean offered a reckless grin that promised only lies. "Yea, okay well I'll stay out of trouble and be careful then..." His tone was a bit more sarcastic which in turn made Sam roll his eyes and fall back into bed.
Dean made quick time of making it to the Impala, cranking her up, plugging one of his favorite cassettes in and blasting Led Zepplin for all of the city of Houston to hear. As soon as he pulled out he found himself on a busy expressway, the best place he could think of at the moment but instantly regretting his decision as soon as he hit a brick wall of traffic hindering his affection and need for speed. It was almost intentionally slowing him down because before he knew it he drove past a wreckage that must have recently occurred. There wasn't much to salvage in the twisted heap of metal and it was almost to hard to tell if the deformed hunk of metal was just one vehicle or two cars melded together by sheer impact of the collision.
He was definitely thankful for the fact he was no where near involved in that but it did little to lessen his frustrations on the slow moving traffic that seemed to just sit there as the evening came upon them. He tapped his finger on the steering wheel and replaced the tape in the player at least three times by now until something up in the sky caught his attention. It was like a star in the evening sky had just been plucked and tossed into the earth's orbit, and now caught in our gravitational pull was plowing towards the surface at an unimaginable rate of speed. The light suddenly filled the sky with it's blinding aura capturing every surface with it's pure essence where the only shadow that existed was beyond the horizon.
Dean gaped in awe and was frozen to his car seat, unable to take his eyes off the falling brightly lit object until it crashed right before his vehicle, landing with a deafening explosion of debris. Tarmac erupted from a newly formed crater and as the smoke lingered, the earth settled back in quietly. Only the hum of the surrounding engines turning off one by one filled the air. Dean, following in suit, killed the engine and began to climb out of his car, only needing to take a few steps till he was near the edge of the hole. Other onlookers approached cautiously, some smiling in surprise, others holding their breath in shock too stunned to say anything.
The distant wail of sirens caught his ear for a moment before a quiet moaning from within the hole made him stumble forward and sift through the dust. "Hey?! Is someone in there? Are you okay?" He quickly called out, swearing to himself he knew he didn't see anyone standing there that could have been hit and if it were at all possible that someone could live from that in the first place. There was a groan of displeasure, a deep resonating and throaty tone that sounded very displaced. "Just hold on, I'll get you out of here, man." Dean responded, swatting away at the smoke in the air that prevented him from being able to identify the source of all that disgruntled noise.
Suddenly a hand flew out of the smoke at him and gripped his pant leg followed by a dark head of hair, a mess of a heap laying on top then a flash of blue eyes and pale skin made up the rest of his face. His form was naked against the heated earth floor as he managed to crawl out towards Dean. "Oh, are you okay buddy?! What the hell happened to you?" Dean managed to finally get out, his voice unable to find itself as he stared at the strange form becoming before him. "Dean Winchester?" He heard the voice gravelly speak, as if straining against internal injuries and restricting overall pain throughout his body.
Dean's green eyes widened in surprise and he quickly fell to a knee and grabbed the man by the arm. "How do you know that? Who the -" He paused, his gut telling him it was probably not a good idea to do 'this' in the middle of an expressway surrounded by dozens of onlookers and growing. He started to rise to his feet, pulling the other man up with him and encouraged him to wander the short distance to Dean's car, guiding him into the back seat reluctantly. He turned back to head to the driver side, noticing the sheer number of all the eyes trained on him. "It's okay, my cousin is going through withdraws. You can go back to your cars now!" He smiled awkwardly and quickly climbed into the driver's seat, an expression of exasperation contorted on his face. That was the quickest and worse lie he had ever thought of then again it probably wasn't but it was pretty out there considering the situation.
"Son of a bitch. Hey you alright back there? Talk to me, damn it." He hissed, reversing the car and high tailing it out of there while the commotion of the hole was the biggest event at the moment and he could slip away somewhat unnoticed. He peeked behind him at the man laying across the backseat and waited only a second in silence before cursing under his breath again and speeding down a service road until he turned on a dirt road and went as far as he could until he hit a dead-end. "Hey?" He stopped the car and reached for his gun as he carefully opened the back door and eyed the figure suspiciously. "Get out." He demanded, watching the man twist uncomfortably and finally sit up.
He scooted out and wearily stood straight up, trying to bend the kinks out of him as he did so, his bones and muscles popping and cracking every so often. It could have been Dean's eyes playing tricks on him but it almost appeared as if there was a pale dim light still resonating off his skin because somehow he sort of glowed against the increasingly darkening sky line. "Hello, Dean." The man spoke softly this time however maintaining a gentle gruffness that accompanied his voice. Dean's eyes narrowed sharply and his 9m remained pointed steadily at the man. "I get it, you know me. But I don't know you. Who are you?! What kind of demon falls out of the freakin sky?!" He almost shouted at him, his tone very curious but shocked.
The naked man tipped his head to the right ever so slightly and furrowed his brows. "That's because I'm not a demon. I'm Castiel." He replied shortly, his tone almost bored. Dean nodded still holding the gun up. "OK, but what are you?" Castiel started to take a step but the look of warning Dean gave him kept him intent to remain standing there. "I'm an angel of the lord." Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing and almost snorted out a laugh. "Yea, and I'm Batman." Castiel's expression seemed confused but he didn't voice his concern, he merely continued his pursuit to fully introduce himself to Dean.
"I'm allowed to perform a minor miracle to demonstrate my father's power." He offered, his eyes widening towards Dean who shook his head with disbelief. "I'm allowed to kick your naked ass if you don't tell me what's really going on..." He threatened, pointing the gun more prominently towards Castiel's head. "What kind of angel shows up naked in the middle of a highway calling out my name?" He tried to rationalize the thought for a moment but was hoping perhaps this Castiel figure had a better answer to provide than being an angel of the lord.
Castiel hardly moved and lifted his hands as a sign of cooperation. "Let me touch you, Dean. If you have faith you will be able to perceive me." He spoke firmly, his unblinking gaze never leaving Deans. Dean raised an eyebrow and lowered his gun for a moment before taking a step back. "Probably not a good idea, buddy. You just keep your hands to yourself. Listen, Castiel? I don't know what you want or what you hope to gain from this but I have enough fire power to send you straight back to where it was you came from 10 times over again so I suggest you quit playing games with me and tell me what's really going on. Sound okay to you?" His mood was only getting worse and by the indifferent look plastered on Castiel's face it didn't look like he was going to get anywhere.
"Earth to Castiel!" He called out trying to gain the others attention. Castiel's face twitched into a smile and he lowered his gaze for a moment. "Castiel to earth actually." Dean simply stared for a moment in silence and tried to make sense of this being. Without warning Castiel started towards him very slowly which earned a loud crack in the air caused by Dean's gun going off. The man merely absorbed the blast and approached Dean without flinching or reacting. "What the hell you on?!" Dean managed to ramble out as he stumbled down to the ground. Castiel stopped a few inches away and began to kneel down, holding out a hand as if offering it to Dean. "Take my hand, Dean. I can assure you I am telling you the truth. Simply think of the best feeling in the world..."
Dean hesitated for a moment then slowly reached out, slipping his hand limply into Castiel's. It began as a slow, rumbling feeling at the edge of his soul then shot intensely through the rest of his being causing his body to rise in heat and soon it felt like he had blasted off into heaven and was being submitted to the most pleasurable feeling ever imaginable. All the secrets of the man were revealed to him and most off all he no longer doubted him. "My god..." He commented, his body brimming with satisfaction. Castiel grimaced slightly. "No, I'm an angel. " He corrected before rising to his feet and stepping away from Dean who was wiggling awkwardly in his position. Subtext could only imply the sensation going through Dean's body and escaping through the only relief he could only imagine would feel as amazing as just what happened, even the ache in his back was completely numb now.
Back at the hotel room Sam had finally accumulated a good 4 hours of sleep under his belt and was well awake tapping away at his laptop when he heard the hum of the Impala's engine purr and crank off outside. He waited for the door open and was surprised when he witnessed Dean shoot past him and make his way into the bathroom followed by another man completely naked. He rose to his feet quickly and he shot looks between the man and the bathroom door. "Dean! You realize you were followed right?" He called out, freezing next to his bed as if waiting for the man to do something but Castiel simply stood in the doorway and gazed about the room taking in every detail in awe.
Dean's voice was muffled but audible enough to be coherent. He breathed out, almost panting as he started up a shower, loudly proclaiming "YEA! IT'S AN ANGEL AND I'M KEEPING IT."