Title: Baptism
Disclaimers/note: I don't own anything to do with Supernatural, so much so I don't even watch much more than Castiel's scenes. That's it. So pardon my ignorance and the mistakes I may make due to my unfamiliarity with this universe.
Set: TheEnd!verse.
Summary: little snippets from the life of Castiel as seen through the eyes of younger Dean, where he spends more time than Zachariah had initially sent him for.
Genre: varies per snippet.
Pairing: varies too ;)
Chapter 1: Rock Star
The camp was quiet, even quieter than usual, Dean noted. Even though it was well into the afternoon, he had not seen his older alterego yet and he had been somewhat thankful for that. Of course losing most of the world and his brother to Lucifer would've made everyone bitter, but the violence and nonchalance oozing out his future self surprised the hunter a little. Whatever changes it took him not to go down this road in the time ahead, would be made, but for the time being he was stuck in this timeline till Zachariah bothered to get him. Dean doubted the highly ranked angel sending him here would let him die as it would've defeated the purpose, but he wondered how long his exile would last.
In the meantime, he was ordered to make himself useful by their "fearless leader" as Castiel called Dean. Frowning, he tried to remember any instance where his angel addressed his older self by his given name, but no, it was only the sarcastic "fearless leader" mention. He would've wanted to know what went down between the former friends, but older Dean had hardly given his younger self any consideration and the angel turned human had spent his time stoned or with the ladies, or both. So Dean has made himself useful as suggested instead and tried to complete the tasks Chuck has given him the best he could. Currently this was going through a trunkload of batteries to determine which ones had still had some charge left in them.
He had been doing it for over an hour uninterrupted till the sound of an engine coming closer could be heard from the distance. Almost immediately, Risa's cabin door opened and the other Dean marched out shrugging his shirt on as he went. With a fuming expression, he stood with his arms folded in front of the spaces they usually parked their trucks at.
As the landrover approached, a singing voice could be heard and soon Dean from the past could determine it was Castiel's voice and Wake Up Little Suzie. Young Dean had to blink in wonder, there were many things that fazed him in this alternate universe.
The next incredulity was the camp top dog stepping to the door of the car even before it came to a halt and yanking the ex angel out from the driver's seat in a way that Dean was sure it would bruise any human. "Who gave you permission to leave the site?" Roared the kingpin, his shoving making Castiel fall to the ground, not hard to do as he was clearly tanked up well.
"I'm not infected, fearless leader, I wouldn't come back here then, would I?" Castiel slurred, getting himself off the grass, "it's quite possible that I'm actually immune. Come on fearless leader, the number of times I was splattered with Croat blood!" He sauntered over to the back of the truck, "hey Omar!" He shouted at their approaching comrade who came to see what the commotion was about.
"I don't believe it!" Omar held out his arms so Castiel could place into them what he lifted out the back of the truck, a case of Scotch whiskey Laphroaig.
"I've got three cases actually," Castiel boasted, "it's the Museum Centre, still mostly intact, especially the café. I figured the Croats didn't try it much cause it was largely closed down for renovation before the break out. So who wants expired shortbread, lemons, peanuts, coffee beans, tea bags, pretzels and an extensive selection of fine wine from Chateau Canon to Malbec Rose?"
"You risked your life for a few dozen crates of alcohol again?" Older Dean pushed through the gathering of people eager to take a share of the acquisitions.
"Well, I've got toilet roll on Chuck's request," Castiel opened one of his Riesling bottles, "and some Coors for you. It's in the back."
"I don't need it," Dean grumbled impatiently, "I need to talk to you in private."
"Laateer," Castiel chugged some booze, then started sharing out the drinks to slightly reluctant gang members. While Cas was the only person Dean ever let openly oppose him, the others were still waiting for the leader to calm down.
"I've also got you M&Ms and some Metallica album," Castiel shoved the items into Dean's hands.
"Because risking your life for M&Ms is so much better?" The older Winchester squashed the box of chocolate peanuts he was given in his hand aggravated, but didn't burst it open. Food after all was scarce and to be treasured around here.
Castiel rummaged in the truck and shoved something else at his friend, "a stainless manifold header or Chevy small block hugger SBC El Camino C10 K10, as it says on the packaging," he read up loud, "whatever that means."
Dean opened his mouth, then shut it, staring at the item for a moment before blowing the air out his lungs and some of the anger with it, "I need a lot more than that to fix the Impala."
His ex angel shrugged, "later maybe? Now, I've got some perfume and sex toys for the ladies," he headed off in the direction of his mediation hut.
"I thought you were at the museum complex?" Dean shouted after him, but you could see he was well disarmed by his friend by now.
"There aren't any butt plugs at the museum shop, fearless leader," Castiel explained as if Dean would've been dopey, but made sure to throw another box of M&Ms at the younger Dean as well before disappearing with his ladies waiting in front of the curtain of his hut.
Tbc
