Summary: Dean finds Castiel outside singing in a downpour after he's been made human. The hunter can't help but listen. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters and I don't own the lyrics to this fantastic damn song.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Send in the Clowns
It all started when Castiel had been outside thinking for a good hour, and the rain had grown rather violent within the few minutes it had been pouring for. Dean grabbed his jacket and went outside the door only to see Castiel stood looking up towards where Heaven should be, humming a melody quite loudly. Sam appeared on the porch.
"Dean, what the…?"
He was cut off by Dean shushing him as Castiel started singing.
"Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Send in the clowns…"
Dean and Sam both began deciphering each verse he sang, because judging by the tone of his voice this song had deep meaning to it. Well obviously the first verse was about his Fall from Grace, and the other angels. Castiel was saddened that he'd Fallen, but it was only what he expected.
"Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move...
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns."
This was for God. Too idle to get off His ass and help both humanity and His sons put Earth and Heaven back to rights. Send in the clowns…yeah. This entire situation was a disaster.
"Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines...
No one is there."
Dean was oblivious, but Sam wasn't. This verse was for Dean and all the angels he'd fought against, but now it was apparent that Castiel felt weak, forgotten, unloved and damn heartbroken.
"Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear!
And where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here."
This was for both Sam and Dean. He knew that they didn't want paradise where they couldn't really feel or experience the things they used to. They didn't want to become meat-suits for Lucifer and Michael. The clowns were the demons, causing enough distractions for the real problem to start crawling under their skins.
"Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year."
Castiel was reflecting on how after so long of being a good, obedient little soldier he'd rebelled unexpectedly, all for Sam and Dean. They shared a look and Sam headed back inside. Some truth had come out in that song that Dean never expected, because he felt the same way.
After the song ended, Castiel turned around and saw Dean stood there, tears falling down his face as he moved towards the hunter, wrapping his arms around him. Dean held him back and ran soothing fingers through Castiel's hair before whispering soft assurances in his ear.
"Dean…can I tell you something?" Castiel said softly, shivering from the rain.
Dean nodded, still holding the former angel close to him to keep him warm.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
-The End-