Authors Note: I know this story is much shorter than yesterday but I wanted to keep with the trend of a story a day and I was done lol, had a seven hour yard sale to help raise money for Mental Health Awareness, worked a eight hour day, forgot I had a date after work and am now returning home four hours short of when I woke. I hope you enjoy this, kept it semi close to canon as it was fun. And I suck at tropes
Summary: The story of Two Fans, Two Idols and one match troublemaking lesbian.
I Admire You
Day Two: Idol/Fan Challenge
Castiel had always been a little taken by those humans hand chosen by God to serve him, which is why he found himself in 1979 in a small town that wouldn't mean anything. But the human being born, he meant a lot. The world was on its shoulder, but the shoulders were so small. As Castiel watched him grow the weight grew with his shoulders. It was breath taking to watch his Father's plan fall into place and he sat back and watched as the years pushed on. He had other duties but he couldn't help but watch Dean Winchester.
Castiel many years later, during his fifth meeting with Charlie would find out he was fan-girling; he still wasn't clear on what it meant but the brothers had winced and left the room. Castiel learnt to talk to Charlie alone, if he didn't want to be avoided for the next seventy-two hours. Castiel couldn't help himself, he had been so taken with this human from his birth he had to watch and watch is all he did.
He watched him grow, lose his mother, face trials most adults run from with grace and dignity. His brother left, his father leaving shortly later, finding parts of himself and hating those parts he found. Hiding and running back to his family, finally his path started to blend into the future Castiel knew he would have and not that much changed.
He watched but started to want to help, he admired the differences between the brothers, both were good, decent men; however Dean was someone that Castiel could appreciate. He felt connected even, he knew he shouldn't but he only pulled himself away from the men when he had business to attend in Heaven. It picked up shortly after Dean sold his soul. It was a painful year for everyone, even Castiel felt the pressure, the locks were starting to fall into place.
It wasn't until Castiel held the soul of his favorite human in his hands; pulling him from Hell that he realized that this was a man he could worship. The thought was terrifying and caused the Angel to pull away from the soul he had watched for so long. Now that he was in his grasp he pulled away and went back to his watching. But things were changing, it had started so many years before that the touch sparked something new.
Before it had been curiosity that had caused him to watch, now it was fascination, desire to know more, to learn the soul not just its action. It lead to his fall, his rise and everything before and after; the poor Angel just didn't know at the time. Then the world was shifting again.
-TROPES-
Dean wasn't really sure when it happened, it wasn't like it just popped into his head. It was a slow creep but it happened. He admired Castiel, heck looked up to the Angel. Cass hadn't made it hard, offering his life to protect the Winchester brothers. Over and over again, always willing to go the extra mile to ensure the mission was a success. Not to mention he would listen, it didn't matter what Dean was saying he would listen and if he wanted silence that was given also.
Dean started to watch the Angel more closely, not just in the heat of battle when they were fighting side by side but when they were driving down the road, sitting in a dinner, working a case in some crappy hotel, it was never ending. He noticed small things, how he would keep watch over both of them no matter what shape he, himself was in. It was something he could barely remember, a feeling of protection that hadn't been offered to him since his mother was alive.
He loved his family, all of them even the extended family not of blood; but they were people to protect, people to save and care for. That would never change, it was just the way he was they would have to take it or leave it. But Castiel, he was different; he was someone safe, a badass Angel, a warrior that didn't need protection. Dean couldn't help but take what was being offered, it was nice to just unload his worries onto the other and let him help using his brain.
It was something that Dean respected and had yet to find another, even his flings with normal didn't offer him something like this, not that they were comparable. They were two very different things, but Dean looked up to Castiel, he knew it was old school hero worship. He liked to think it was more like Angel Idol.
-TROPES-
Castiel had started to feel the shift, Dean opened up further and started to share and Castiel found himself doing the same. Soon they fell into a routine, the two of them taking comfort in each other's company and relaxing as Sam would head out onto the town for a few hours.
It was comfortable and easy then Charlie started to poke her nose where it didn't belong. Nothing was easy in the same way after that. A small snowball started to gather and compact more snow making it a far larger ball. Dean had shown him something like it during the first snowfall Castiel had seen. He had been amazed at the ability that the snow held to compact upon itself. But it had gotten large rather quickly and soon they had something unstoppable in their hands.
This was similar, welcome was yet to be seen.
The End