Love and Macbeth Chapter 1
Author's Note: This is my first story, so reviews/comments are greatly appreciated! This will be multi-chapter, so I promise to update as frequently as I can!
Disclaimer: I do not own Superntural or any of the characters!
"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean Winchester slammed his hands against the steering wheel of his car angrily as the engine sputtered to a stop. "Come on baby don't die on me!" He coaxed as he repeat turned the keys in the ignition, praying that somehow it would start the car back up.
Could today get any worse? He thought to himself; his boss was sick and he had to cover for him at the auto garage where he worked, he had to deal with at least five prissy customers who thought they were so much better than him just because he was a mechanic, I'm pretty sure if you asked any of them to diagnose and fix a several-thousand-pound machine, none of them could do it! Unfortunately fate decided to royally screw him over once again, and have his car die in the middle of nowhere, just to top off his crappy day.
As if fate could hear his words, a clap of thunder boomed overhead and rain started pouring down.
"Perfect, just freaking perfect!" Dean yelled, angrily getting out of the car and looking around. It looked like he was in an older neighborhood, and at this time of night, anyone who was around was long gone. Shielding his face from the rain, he could just make out a large building ahead of him with a light on inside. He checked to make sure the Impala was locked, and sprinted to building.
Dean reached the awning and walked up to the large door. "Hey" he called out, knocking, "anybody in there? My car broke down and I-" As he knocked, the door swung slightly open. Dean cautiously pushed it open further and walked inside.
Dean suppressed a chill, the air inside was cold and he was drenched from the storm. It looked like he was in some sort of lobby, it was dimly lit but he could see several sets of doors and a staircase which probably lead to more. It was grand, in an faded, old-fashioned sort of way.
He continued to the set of doors in front of him, swinging them open and walking into what looked like an old theater, something that you would see in classic movie.
"Hello?" He called out, his voice echoing around the large room. It was dark, but the few lights that were on let him make out a floor slopping downwards through rows of seats, leading up to what appeared to be a stage.
Dean could make out what appeared to be a lone figure on the stage.
"Hey, um, sorry I walked in like this, the door was unlocked and my car broke down so I-" Dean stopped when he heard the figure speaking.
"A good and virtuous nature may recoil an Imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon" The figure said.
"What are you-"
"That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose".
Dean realized the figure had not heard him come in, and stood transfixed as the man continued speaking, now moving around the stage as he spoke. Dean could now see he was reading the lines out of what looked like a book. Oh he's rehearsing. Dean thought, mentally slapping him for taking so long to figure it out. He stood transfixed as figure continued, the rough voice seeming to bring the words to life and entrancing him.
"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, yet grace must still look so." The figure finished animatedly, turning back around towards the audience and looking up. His words cut of immediacy as he spotted Dean standing still in the aisle.
"What are you doing here?" The voice demanded roughly, with a hint of shock.
Dean was snapped out of his reverie "Oh, um, my car broke down and I saw the light on and came to see if someone could help me out." He explained
"So you just decided to walk in here?" The figure asked annoyed as he the stairs off the stage and approached Dean.
"What? No! I tried knocking but the door was unlocked and it opened on its own!" Dean said hurriedly. "I tried calling out but apparently you couldn't hear me."
"Oh, I see." The man said slightly embarrassed. "I apologize; I did not realize you were there."
"It's fine man, anyways, it's storming cats and dogs out there and my car won't start, can you help me out?"
"Yes I can see that it has been raining." The man said dryly, looking pointedly where Dean's soaked clothing had started to form a small puddle on the carpet.
"Oh, my bad." Dean said apologetically. "I must look like DiCaprio at the end of Titanic, huh?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
The man cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows at Dean, "I don't understand that reference." He said, confused.
"Dude, you haven't seen Titanic?" Dean said, his shock making him forget what he was doing.
"I believe I saw it once when Balthazar forced me into it, but I don't remember much other than some song that Gabriel kept singing about a 'heart going on' or something."
Despite not knowing who Gabriel was (or what a 'Balthazar' was for that matter) Dean had to resist the urge to laugh at the man's confusion. From this close he could see that he was pale, slightly shorter and smaller than Dean, with impossibly blue eyes and messy dark brown hair, with, when combined with his slight stubble, made it look like the man had just rolled out of bed.
Dean jumped when he realized that he had probably been staring at the man. "So, anyways, about my car?"
"Yes, I do believe there are some tools in back we could use to jump start your car. Just let me finish cleaning up." The man said, walking back down the aisle and disappearing behind the stage.
Dean stood there for a minute, starting to zone out when the man suddenly appeared behind Dean with a pile of supplies, causing him to jump. "Damn, we really need to get you a bell or something!" He exclaimed, trailing off as he realized how close the man was standing.
The man just stared at Dean again with that same confused look he had earlier. "This is to dry off" he said, holding out a towel from the items he had brought back.
"Thanks…..uh, sorry, what's your name?" Dean asked.
"My name is Castiel, Castiel Novak." He replied. "And you are?"
"Dean Winchester." Dean said holding out his hand for a handshake. Castiel looked at his hand for a moment, like he wasn't sure what to do, then lightly took it between his own, and giving it a slight shake.
Dean was surprised at the heat he felt from the brief contact. He took the offered towel and began to attempt and dry himself off.
Castiel watched as the stranger, Dean, he corrected, rubbed his short light-brown hair with the towel. He was taller than Castiel, well built, and appeared to have green eyes from what Castiel could make out in the dim light. Not wanting to appear like he was watching the man, he grabbed a mop from the pile, and began to sweep up where Dean had tracked mud onto the floor. That finished he grabbed the mop and the now-wet towel Dean handed him, and put them in a pile by the door to dry.
"So, uh, what are you doing here?" Dean asked Castiel, trying to relieve the slightly uncomfortable silence.
"I am a stage hand; I had to stay behind and lock up tonight, which is why I am still here this late." Castiel answered.
"Oh, I figured you were one of the actors, from the way you were saying those lines earlier." Dean responded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as Castiel looked up and stared at him.
"N-no, I was just, um, I got distracted." Castiel mumbled, glancing back down away from Dean.
Dean felt his ears heat up. "Oh, sorry." He coughed uncomfortably.
Castiel cleared his throat "So about your car?"
"Right. So, it stopped just down the street a little bit. I think it just needs a jumpstart, I can look after it better once I get home though." Dean said, grateful for the subject change.
"I found some jumper cables, so if I bring my car around you should be alright." Castiel explained.
Dean agreed to the plan, and they headed out a side door to where Castiel had parked. Dean stopped as he saw the man's car.
"What?" the man asked gruffly, turning to look at Dean.
"Nothing. Just that your car is…well it's kind of a piece of shit." Dean stated, eyeing the dinged up-foreign-Junker in front of him.
"Well at least mine didn't break down in the middle of the street." Castiel replied, with a hint of annoyance.
"Sorry, I don't really have a filter when it comes to cars. I'm a mechanic." He explained, seeing Castiel's look of confusion.
"Well that's ironic." Castiel responded dryly.
"Hey, my baby's getting old! She just needs to take a break every once and a while, that's all! You'll see, I'll have her running like brand new in no time!" Dean defended.
"She?" Castiel asked, confused.
"The woman of my life, my baby!" Dean exclaimed proudly as they pulled up to where the Impala was still parked in the street.
Dean got out of the POS car and popped the hood, attaching the jumper cables Castiel had brought, then doing the same for the Impala.
"Okay" He said, leaning into Castiel's window, "Just rev the engine when I give the signal!" Dean hopped in the Impala and put the key in the ignition. "Now!" He called out, turning the key, sending the car's engine roaring back to life. "See I told you baby could do it!" He said proudly, running his hands over the dashboard fondly.
He got back out of the car and detached the jumper cables, bringing them back to where Castiel was sitting in his car, grinning to himself at the other man's sheer joy.
"Hey, thanks for everything man, I really owe you one!" Dean said, handing back over the cables.
"It was my pleasure, Dean." Castiel responded with slight amusement in his voice.
Dean started to walk away from the car when he suddenly turned back around. "Hey, tomorrow is my day off, could I swing back by here?" Dean asked.
"Sure, that sounds enjoyable." Castiel replied, surprised at the request.
"Awesome! Thanks Cas, I'll see you tomorrow!" Dean called out, walking back to the Impala.
Castiel watched as the he pulled away.
'Cas' huh? He mused at the nickname.
Well, see you tomorrow, Dean Winchester. Castiel thought, smiling to himself.