Day 14: Genderswapped
Title: Slumber Party
Summary: Deanna and Cass share a chick flick moment.
Notes: It was actually a little weird to write Destiel in female form, but I hoped I did it justice (hoped is the key word). Important: This is set a week after 5.04 "The End"
Steam pooled out of the bathroom when Deanna opened the door, scrubbing her long golden hair with her towel as she sauntered further into the empty motel room. Seems like Sammy's still at the library, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes but unable to keep a fond smile from tugging at her lips, no wonder she never gets laid.
With a sigh, she flopped down onto the bed and gazed blankly at the dirty, cracked ceiling above her, the memory of her angry, bitter future self of 2014 refusing to leave her mind. It'd been a week since she came back to her own time and patched things up with Sam, and she still couldn't shake the nightmares that the little field trip brought. Just everything about that fucked up future was so wrong; hell, Deanna knew she wasn't the easiest to get along with (and Sam could attest to that whole-heartedly), but she would have never imagined she would turn into something like that—a person so tired and numb that she'd finally gave up any hope and stopped feeling altogether. Her future self was almost as scary as seeing Sammy as the devil's prom dress...
She shuddered at the image, horror and fear shooting through her veins even though she knew that she'd never see it the second time around. It won't come to that again, Deanna vowed to herself, we'll find a way to clean up this mess. We always do. Though deep within herself—the part that Deanna tried to listen to as least as possible—reminded her that perhaps the apocalypse was a mess that not even the Winchester sisters could clean up.
Deanna switched her gaze to the night-stand beside the motel bed, glaring at the clock that read 4:45pm. Sam said she'd be back around six, and Deanna didn't know how she'd last that long without dying of excruciating boredom. She blindly reached for her cellphone and typed in a phone number, waiting patiently until she heard a smooth, silky female's voice that held so much power and poise that it sent a shiver down her spine, "Hello?"
"Guess who." Deanna said with a grin, examining her blunt, cracked nails.
"I don't need to guess," The angel replied flatly, her unamused voice only making the hunter's smile widen, "I recognize your voice, Deanna. Are you in danger?"
"I'm always in danger," Deanna pointed out, shrugging, "One of the many downsides of being an angel condom, remember?"
He heard her sigh, "I am quite aware of the fact."
Deanna smirked, staring up at the ceiling and imagining two blue eyes, "So what are you doin' right now?"
"Searching for The Lord on the outskirts of Canaan."
She arched an eyebrow, "Any luck, or is he still dodging alimony?"
"He's not here," She answered sadly before she paused, "Where are you?"
"SleepyTime motel, room 14." As soon as she got the words out, a ruffle of wings echoed in the motel room as an angel suddenly appeared at the foot of her bed.
Deanna grinned up at her as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, "Hey, Cass."
Cass tilted her head at her, the intensity of those big blue eyes causing the hunter's smile to falter. There were many aspects of the Croatoan future that still haunted her, and future Cass' dim, hollow eyes were definitely one of them. The remembrance of that twisted version of the angel—the stoner whore who was always too blissed out on pills and meaningless sex to give a damn about anything anymore; even her own life—made her stomach churn. She'd always thought Cass needed to loosen up a bit, but after seeing her that loose, Deanna had chosen from then on to stop pushing her into corruption and earthly decadences. That innocence in her eyes—that utter faith and trust that was almost as rare and beautiful as the angel herself—was something to be preserved, and if Deanna didn't take it upon herself to do it, then who would?
"Your hair," Cass said suddenly, breaking the hunter out of her reverie, "It's...unkempt."
Deanna arched an eyebrow, "You're one to talk." Her gaze fell to the angel's long, midnight black hair that was always ruffled and full of tangles, as if she'd just rolled out of bed and didn't bother to even run a comb through it. Now Deanna wasn't saying she was a beauty queen or anything, but at least she made the effort to tie her hair into a sloppy bun or ponytail. But when she stepped out of the shower, Deanna was too lazy to brush through it, so her damp hair was a matted rat's nest.
"I rarely give my vessel's maintenance a thought," Cass admitted, tilting her head as she added, "But you are more attentive with your appearance."
Deanna sighed and gave her a half-hearted shrug, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"You could never disappoint me, Deanna." Cass said with such utter reverence and conviction that Deanna's heart burned with shame at an act she hadn't even committed (not yet anyway).
"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder?" Deanna said in astonishment, utter disbelief and shock coloring her voice, "Cass, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion?"
Her future self just glanced away, and at that moment, Deanna was convinced this wasn't herself. This was a sick, bitter monster wearing her torn, frayed skin.
"Never say never, Cass." Deanna muttered lowly, glancing down at the ugly motel sheets as the pressing urge to drink was too great to ignore.
But just as she climbed off of the mattress to get herself a can of beer (or maybe two, at the rate her own self-loathing was going), Cass startled her into stillness by asking a small, innocent request, "Would you like for me to brush your hair?"
Deanna shot her a bemused look and was surprised to see total innocence and sincerity brewing in that breathtaking ocean gaze, "Dude, do you have some kind of hair kink or something?" Cass tilted her head in confusion, so the hunter rolled her eyes and continued, "Isn't that like abusing your angel mojo?"
"I was not going to use my abilities," The dark haired woman declared as a brush appeared in her hand, "I thought it'd be beneficial for me to learn basic human maintenance considering that the possibility of my own...demotion is becoming larger with each passing day."
"Demotion?" Her eyebrows shot up, "You're, uh...you're become human?"
It was weird to see Cass driving, but really, everything was weird about this Cass—something dark and hollow that was no one's fault but Deanna's.
Cass briefly let her gaze wander from the road as she picked up a bottle of pills and took a long swig of as if it were beer, letting out a small, satisfied sigh of relief.
"Let me see those." She ordered, grabbing the bottle with enough haste and anger that it made Cass chuckle darkly.
"You want some?" She asked, her voice dropping even lower as the pills burned down her throat.
The hunter ignored her, feeling her own eyes widen as she read the label in horror, "Amphetamines?"
A corner of Cass' lips curled into a wry smirk, "It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe."
Deanna looked away, swallowing the heavy lump in her throat, "Um...Look, don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh—I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass, but—what's going on—w-with the drugs and the orgies and the love-guru crap?"
To her surprise, Cass let out a laugh—a dry, empty laugh that was stained with years of bitterness and pain. The sound made Deanna's heart chip.
"What's so funny?" She demanded, feeling almost defensive.
Cass shook her head and grinned at her, "Deanna, I'm not an angel anymore." All blood shooting through her veins suddenly turned ice cold.
"What?" She said, her breath hitching.
Cass' smile faltered only slightly as she put her gaze back on the road, "Yeah, I went mortal."
She narrowed her disbelieving eyes at her, "What do you mean? How?"
"I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of—" She made a breathy noise and gestured widely, "—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human." She scoffed, "I mean, Deanna, I'm all but useless. Last year, I broke my foot and was laid up for two months."
Deanna paused as a wave of emotion washed over her, and she could say was a hollow, "Wow."
"Tell me about it." The former angel murmured.
"So..." Deanna tried to answer more coherently, using sarcasm to hide the pain that plagued her heart, "You're human. Well, welcome to the club."
"Thanks," She replied sarcastically, which seemed almost surreal in her deep, honey-coated voice, "Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now? I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in men and decadence, right?" She smiled a smile that chilled Deanna to the core, "It's the end, Baby. That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?" Cass snorted, saying in an empty voice that echoed in that hollow shell of hers, "But then that's—that's just how I roll."
Deanna turned her head away so Cass wouldn't see the tears burning in her eyes.
"Deanna?" Cass said, pulling the hunter out of the flashback (flashforward?), "It's only a possibility. When I find God, he'll replenish my grace, and everything will be fine."
"Yeah," She said, trying not to sound as skeptical as she felt as she crossed the room and sat cross-legged on the mattress, "Okay, let's get this over with."
Cass regarded her with puzzlement, "Excuse me?"
"Brush my hair before I change my mind," Deanna told her, glancing at the clock, "We have an hour before Sam comes back and discovers we're having a slumber party without her."
Cass just stared at her for a moment—an act so normal and repetitive, Deanna didn't even try to avert her own gaze anymore—before a small, silent smile tugged at her lips. Deanna tried not to jump as the angel vanished from her spot and reappeared behind her. Okay, so maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought with a hammering heart and light-headed mind, but she didn't voice her thoughts. Instead, she allowed herself to stop being the tough, ballsy Deanna Winchester and be a goddamn girl for once.
Goosebumps erupted on Deanna's skin as Cass threaded her delicate hands in her hair, her careful, precise fingers unknotting the tangles with utter ease. Smiling slightly to herself, Deanna tipped her head back and let herself enjoy the soothing moment, whistling, "Damn Cass...you know, if this whole angel thing doesn't work out, you'd rock as a hairdresser."
She could practically feel Cass' wry smile, "Thank you Deanna, but I don't think I'd be as...masterful with anyone else but you."
Deanna cocked an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"Because I'm attuned to your body only," Suddenly, she felt her smooth, tangle-free hair be brushed back as Cass leaned in and tickled her ear with her breath, her velvety, baritone voice prompting Deanna to shudder involuntarily, "Deanna, you forget that I made you. I reconstructed every fiber of your body from the Earth. I bent the limbs of the Tree of Knowledge to be your thick, sturdy bones; I took the rushing water of the Red Sea and let it be the blood that flows through you; I took the delicate peel of the Forbidden Fruit and crafted it to be your soft, radiant skin; I spun your hair from the grain of Eden; I contained the strongest winds in the universe and breathed it into your mouth, bestowing upon you the breath of life; I gave you a piece of my own pulsing grace and let it become your heart..." Deanna's breath hitch as she felt those cool, rough lips press against her pulse, warmth spreading through her body like she was bathing in the golden sun, "I know your body better than my vessel because I—I built you from the ground up after I gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."
Deanna slowly turned around and stared into Cass' blue eyes, their shared breath only thickening the tension that stirred between them. Just a little further, and they'd be—
"Hey, I brought Thai food!" The door opening and Sam's oblivous, cheerful voice shattered the rare moment between them, and before Sam could even notice her presence, the angel was gone with a faint flutter of wings. Deanna could only stare dumbly at the spot Cass had abandoned, her scalp tingling and body thrumming.
"You okay, Dee?" Sam asked with a hint of worry, setting their bag onto the table and pulling out the takeout boxes of food.
Deanna swallowed hard and nodded, not entirely trusting her own voice. Sam raised an eyebrow at her sister's silence but chose to ignore it, instead deciding to just change the subject, "So, you heard anything from Cass yet?"
Deanna shook her head, averting her gaze as she stood up and walked over to her food, "Nope." Her voice was raw and hoarse, and that was when Sam finally put her full attention on her.
"Seriously, Deanna, are you alright?" She asked again, concern highlighting her features.
Deanna smiled and rolled her eyes, ruffling her sister's brown hair teasingly like she used to when they were kids, "I'm fine, Sammy. Just...Thai food? Really? What's wrong with just a simple burger and fries?"
"Because unlike you," She replied with a grin, the panic fading from her eyes, "I care what I put in my body. Besides, if it sucks, we can just order pizza."
Deanna shrugged at her sister, but in the back of her mind—the part that was still frazzled from Cass' visit—the clear, distinct words played inside her head: that angel will be the death of me. When she thought she heard Cass' faint laughter ringing in her ears, Deanna fought the urge to bury her face in her hands and sigh in frustration.
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