I'll teach you how to Human - Destiel fic
Chapter 2: Cabin by the lake.
Dean rented a cabin and some fishing gear for two days, which was how long they intended to stay there. The place was small but clean, one big room with two individual beds, a bathroom and a table with 2 chairs. They didn't really need more than that.
While Dean laid on one of the beds drinking from a small beer bottle, resting his eyes for a moment, Castiel walked around the place, examining it.
- "I don't need a bed, Dean. You know I don't sleep" – Castiel pointed out, while looking at the curtains.
- "Well Cass, I was not about to rent a cabin with a single bed for two dudes" – Dean answered, still not opening his eyes – "besides, the whole point of this is for you to learn about humans… so you'll live like a human. All those things you don't need to do? You'll do them. Full human experience" – he chuckled.
Castiel turned around to look at Dean. He didn't understand why he needed to do all those things, but he didn't complain about it. He liked spending time with Dean, and this was a new experience. They usually fought monsters, worked together, but this was new. His curious nature wanted to find out who Dean was when he was just doing normal human things, and wanted to share it.
As if he had known Castiel was staring at him, Dean opened his eyes. The way Cass was looking at him, all of him, made him slightly uncomfortable, so he sat up on the bed, and finished his beer in one gulp – "Cass… don't be creepy, man" – he chuckled uncomfortably.
It was really cold outside, but very sunny too. Dean was humming a song, Peace of Mind by Boston, while they both sat on the boat holding their fishing rods. The boat rocked ever so gently with the movement of the water, and they could hear birds in the distance.
- "What is the point of this, Dean?" – Castiel said, his doubt genuine – "You know I could just kill the fish by only willing it so".
- "That wouldn't be fishing, Cass" – answered Dean, crossing his legs over the edge of the boat, and leaned back on one of the wooden seats, resting on his back.
- "Are you going to eat the fish?"
- "WE are going to cook then eat the fish" – said Dean with a satisfied smile.
Castiel wondered if catching and eating fish was a part of Dean's full human experience. He shrugged away those thoughts to focus on his friend again, he looked so relaxed, so at ease. Not the Dean he usually saw. He was wearing one of Bobby's old hats, titled forward so it would cover his eyes down to the nose. He was still humming the song, his lips moving slowly.
A sudden tug shook Castiel's rod.
- "Dean I think I have one" – he said, pulling back.
- "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" – Dean shouted, jumping off his seat and taking off the hat – "Reel it in!".
A few hours later, by nightfall, Dean had cleaned the trout Castiel had fished, and was getting it ready to cook. They prepared a fire and sat by it, as the fish cooked. Dean opened a beer and sipped it every now and then, looking at the flames as they cast orange light over his face. He smiled to himself wondering how Sam was. He wanted to call his brother, but there was no reception in the area. If Sam had been there they'd be sharing stories, and commenting on the events of the day. Things were different with Castiel… *not good at in-betweens* he thought. Cass was not going to make conversation, and he kind of needed conversation in that moment. Sensing this, Castiel made an effort.
- "You have done this before… fishing" – He didn't want it to be like in the car, where Dean had felt uncomfortable with the silence.
- "Yeah… Sammy, my father and I used to go fishing in between jobs" – said Dean, with a nostalgic smile – "not often, but he did it many times, and it was always great".
Dean proceeded to share a funny story about how one time he had fallen off a boat trying to catch a fish that was too big. Sam had tried to hold him by the foot, but Sammy was a small boy so they both fell. John pulled them out of the water and back into the boat. They had lost a rod, but they laughed for hours.
Castiel looked at him as he told his story, a huge smile on both their faces. Dean was smiling about the memories and the normality of the whole situation… both of them by the fire, just talking. Castiel was smiling about Dean… at that moment everything about him radiated light. It was refreshing. Dean was usually either somber or funny, maybe he was not so good as in-betweens either, and this trip would be a learning experience for them both.
(((more to come soon!)))
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