Hello! Now if you're from tumblr, you know that the headcanon of pretty much all members of the SPN fandom is that Cas was the third ingredient because everything had to do with love. 1: product of past love between angel and human. 2: bow of a Cupid, the giver of love to humans. 3: the grace of an angel in love with a human.
Now, this is based off a series of gifs from noangelsinthegarrison from tumblr. I would link you directly to the gifs, but this place doesn't allow linking so instead that is her username and if you go to her page, and click "my stuff" you'll find them. They're amazing, btw.
Anyway, I was so inspired by them that I decided to fic them. This'll only have two chapters. One for the first gif set, one for the second. Then that's it. If she brings out other parts of the series, I may add them but for now, it'll just be two.
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer - I do not own Supernatural, or the main idea behind this. :D
Love is Key: Part One.
They all sit in the library of the Men of Letters' Bunker, all of them with a book in front of them… well except Kevin, he has the Angel Tablet in front of him, and a notepad and pen, making notes whenever he reads something interesting. Sam, Dean and Cas all have books though, but only Sam is reading.
Heaven's cast all of their Angels out, most of them didn't have a vessel to enter so would end up like Anna, have to be born and go through years of being human before they start to remember what they are. That'll be a pain for future hunters, Dean is sure, bunch of people getting locked up in nuthouses because they hear the Angel radio… mind you, that's if they manage to raise the Angel's that had a form back to Heaven, but the way things are going - with their luck - that's never going to happen. It looks like there's only going to be one Angel flying around Heaven; that dick Metatron.
But maybe, just maybe their bloody bad luck is finally running out, for Kevin immediately stands, moving so fast that his chair tumbles over as he holds the Angel Tablet in hand, rereading it to make sure he got it right.
Dean follows not long after, standing and staring at him, waiting for him to speak, and when he does, a very brief smile breaks onto his lips because they've finally got something.
'I found it: why it had to be Cas! The third ingredient!'
Sam is still too weak to stand, but Cas slowly rises from his chair, his eyes wary as he regards Kevin with those bright blue eyes.
'Well, c'mon Kev, don't keep it a secret.' Dean mutters, and if it were a book that he could understand, he would've snatched from his hands already.
'It's the Grace of an Angel in love with a human!' Kevin declares, his voice trembling with his happiness, they finally figured it out; they had solved the mystery they had been working on for months now.
But he doesn't seem to realise what he had just said, and it isn't until he looks up and sees the look on everyone's faces that he repeats it again, this time in his head and his eyes slowly flit over to Castiel, an apology deep within them as he mutters, 'Oh.'
'What?' Dean questions, his voice gruff and fierce, but he doesn't even look at Kevin because he doesn't really need for it to be repeated. It keeps bouncing around his head, growing in volume every time it repeats itself until it's deafening and it's all he can hear.
His eyes land on Cas, who grabs ahold of the back of his chair, hunching in on himself as he bows his head, finding it hard to look at anyone, and finding it even harder to stay in the room, because he can feel everyone's eyes on him, silent and judging.
But the second Dean talks, he straightens and slowly lifts his eyes to Dean's.
'Is that true?' Dean doesn't even blink, not once as he stares at Cas, asking the question in the same gruff tone as before. His eyes flit over Cas' face watching as his lips tremble slightly - such a human move that floors Dean momentarily - and moisture starts to collect in his eyes.
Sam turns his head away from both of them, almost clearing his throat like he normally does when the two of them stare at each other for longer than necessary, but he doesn't, because this isn't like those times. This is so different from this times that he's actually tempted to stand, grab Kevin and leave them both alone.
But he doesn't need to.
The second that Dean lets out a shaky breath, because he can see it in Cas' eyes, see that the news was true; that it had to be Cas because the third ingredient was the Grace of an Angel in love with a human, that's when Cas has had enough. He blinks once and Dean watches as a tear falls down his cheek, before he turns on his heel and walks through the closest door, taking him somewhere else in the Bunker because he can't be there anymore.
Dean watches him leave, as the realisation of what this means finally comes crashing down around him, because it's him Cas is love with. At first it was just the idea of Cas being in love that shocked Dean… in fact, maybe it wasn't, because he could feel it the second the words left Kevin's mouth. Something, somewhere deep within him alighted as if he knew that it was him that Cas loved.
And he could see it now. The sacrifices, the looks, it all made sense.
But what keeps Dean from moving, from saying anything, from going after Cas is that deep within him, he knows that he feels the same way. Hell, if he didn't, he would've let Cas return to Heaven the minute he was pulled from Hell. Normal people would've thanked the Angel that gripped them tight and raised them from perdition and been on their way, doing whatever they wanted when they asked, but not Dean. Dean gripped back, held on to Castiel as he raised him and slowly, gradually pulled him down.
It wasn't having a powerful alley; it wasn't having someone on the good side, it was just having Castiel. It was having Castiel near him whenever he could and feeling… almost empty when he wasn't there. It was feeling broken, shattered when Cas didn't listen to him and continued to go after Purgatory. It was keeping the filthy, dirty trench coat in the trunk of Baby even when he thought he was gone for good. It was being relieved as hell when he found him again, but wanting to keep him in the dark; keep him as Emanuel because he didn't want to cause him more pain. It was letting a demon watch over him, it was searching everywhere for him in Purgatory, it was letting Cas almost kill him because he thought that's what he wanted.
It was about being near Cas; it was about having Cas; it was about… it was about loving Cas.
'Dean,' he hears his little brother say, almost croak and he wants to tell him to get back to bed, to leave the books alone because he's still not one hundred percent, but he doesn't. Instead he blinks at him and watches as he nods towards the door that Castiel just left through. 'Go after him.'
He thinks about telling Sam to mind his own business, because it's not that when Dean tries to "help" him with his relationships, but instead, he nods once and all-but sprints through the door, trying to find Cas and cursing the Men of Letters for making their damn bunker too fucking big.
What do you think?
Personally I love the idea so much, that I seriously want it to become canon in series 9 and then Destiel can sail into the sunset... but I know that's not gonna happen, so yeah, I'll just have my headcanon instead. :D
Next/last chapter will be up soonish!
~Charlotte.x
