Fandom Supernatural
Character(s)/Pairing(s)Castiel, Dean; no pairings intended but you can take this however you want
Genre Deleted scene
Rating PG
Word Count 514
Disclaimer Supernatural c. Kripke, WB, CW
Summary Set between the last two episodes of season five. While Castiel and Dean wait for nightfall, Castiel makes a confession about Sam.
Warning(s) spoilers for season five, especially the last episodes
Notes I sat down to write a different story, but this came out instead.
Interlude
They were in a field somewhere in Illinois or Missouri on a hot summer's night, sitting up on the hood of the impala to kill time before nightfall. His trench coat felt hot and heavy, but Castiel kept it on. He did not want to lose the trench coat since it was one of his few possessions. He watched the first fireflies begin their mating rituals in the growing twilight. Dean passed him a beer.
"You don't know this, Dean, but I'm Sam's guardian angel." Castiel rolled the bottle in his hands. Sam was elsewhere, preparing his body for Lucifer. When night came, Dean would procure what other demon blood Sam needed. Castiel volunteered to help. He felt Dean look at him as the metal spokes of the bottle's lid dug into his palm while working to pop the lid off.
Dean did not respond. His eyes returned to what sunset they could see. The faint sound of a highway rumbled in the background but neither of them could see the vehicles from here.
"Some guardian I turned out to be." Castiel shook his head and sniffed at the beer. He always liked to smell it before drinking if he was not inebriated.
Dean felt a question build up inside of him but he did not know how to ask it. It only seemed to lead to more questions, each one more uncomfortable than the last. He chose to drink his beer to keep his mouth busy.
Castiel eyed him a moment, then averted his gaze to a farmhouse in the distance. "You want to know why." Dean became easier to read the longer Castiel remained without his grace.
"Yeah, I do." Dean leaned back and stretched his legs. "You're supposed to be watching Sam."
Castiel was quiet for a moment. "Guardianship doesn't work that way." He sipped more of his beer. "A guardian angel is there to help the soul when it is in danger, the body not so much." He pulled his legs up and folded them under himself, trying not to take up more than his half of the hood.
Dean's forbidden topic flashed across his face and he hunched his shoulders. His teeth set and his knuckles paled.
"Several angels were needed, Dean," Castiel addressed the unasked. "I got to you first because I knew without you, Sam would be a mess." He finished off his beer and set the bottle up on the roof of the car behind him. "I've been watching you since your brother was born. Even as a small child, you were protective. I felt redundant watching your family with Sam."
Dean shifted and looked at his half-drunk beer. The sun was almost down. He twisted the lid back on the bottle. It was not a tight seal like a plastic lid would have, but it would do. He slid off the impala. "Let's go."
Castiel grabbed the bottle off the hood of the impala and chucked it in a trash bag in the back Sam kept for such things. It was time to hunt demons.
The End
