( Castiel Ic ) - Blog Posts

The moment Dean removed his boots and settled onto the bed, Castiel knew the hunter wasn't going to leave. As much as it ruffled the angel's feathers, Castiel couldn't help but feel some sense of... honour? Fondness? Whilst he couldn't quite place the feeling, it meant a lot to him that Dean was willing to leave Sam unguarded to spend the night with the weakened angel.

It was also some relief. Castiel wasn't blind, he could tell that the hunter knew something wasn't right, and instead of making a fuss Dean was simply providing company. Some sense of protection, a tilted perspective on their previous dynamic. Cas had spent so long watching over the Winchesters, it was strange to think Dean wanted to watch over him.

Unblinking blue eyes follow Dean's hand as it pats the empty side of the mattress. He hesitates, considers his options. His legs were aching, a heaviness beginning to settle in his eyes – and the bed was the most appealing place to settle within the motel room. Even if the idea of resting within a bed, like a human, was completely bizarre.

But Dean's words rang true. Cas was tired – his body needing to recharge, especially after using his angelic powers so frequently on their last case. If only to remind himself that they were still there. " I... I suppose I can rest for a while. Since there's nothing more for us to do at the moment. " The angel finally agrees, persuaded by the softness that had overtaken Dean's tone. Something less guarded, shared between the two of them.

Resigned, Castiel moves towards the side of the bed Dean had motioned toward. Copies the hunter's actions of removing his shoes, perfectly aligned at the side of the bed, and settling within the empty space. The motel's bed wasn't the largest, Castiel's shoulder resting against Dean's, but the proximity wasn't exactly awkward. " Thank you, Dean, " Cas turns to look at the other man, unbothered by how close they were. " You can rest as well, there's no need to deny yourself sleep for my sake. "

It was Dean's way of showing that he cared. Over the last few weeks there had been clues collected to point towards the fact that his angelic friend was slowly getting weaker. And at first Dean hadn't paid any mind to it, thinking it'd solve itself out soon enough. But Cas seemed out of breath after a teleportation, healing one of the Winchesters appeared to exhaust him. That was when Dean's worry kicked in.

By now Castiel was a great fighter, could take on several opponents at once and he was proud of the angel for that. Still, it made him feel better to not leave the other on his own. Even if only for a night. They never knew when a threat would swing by, demanding their attention and he didn't want a tired angel to be overwhelmed by it.

So Dean kicked his boots off, letting them land on the ground before he climbed onto the only bed in the room, leaning against the headboard with a slight grin. "Nope, I'm staying here tonight." His hands folded in his lap as he was willing to sit this one out. Castiel could be stubborn, but Dean was ready to match him up in it.

"C'mon, it won't be that bad spending the night with me. I can be quite pleasant," Dean offered a little amused, patting the space next to him on the mattress. "I've spent the last 30 years with Sam, he can wait a night." His eyes were trained on the other man in the room, looking through the tough face the other tried to put on.

"I just want to take care of you, Cas. Let me do that for you?" His tone was more soft now. "To be honest you look... like you could need some rest. I'll be here to watch over you, as you like to say, mmh?" His eyes were sparkling when he looked at the other. "You won't even notice I'm here. Promise."

@warriorwithasoftheart ; "Well, get used to it. I'm not leaving." For Cas.

Sometimes Dean Winchester could be so infuriatingly stubborn. It seemed the hunter was hellbent on ignoring everything Castiel said, choosing to do the opposite. Whilst in many cases that had, admittedly, worked out, it didn't stop the flare of annoyance every time Dean directly opposed Castiel's suggestions.

Well. This had been less of a suggestion and more a demand. Usually Castiel had no qualms with spending time with the Winchesters, particularly with Dean, but today the angel had wanted privacy. The hunters had gotten Castiel his own motel room for this case – he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with his powers weakening lately, the threat of the impending apocalypse looming over them.

Or perhaps it was simply due to the hunters wanting space. Personal or otherwise, Dean certainly mentioned it to the angel enough times. But that seemed hypocritical ; the green-eyed hunter was refusing to give Castiel space now it was available.

He sighs, deeply. Uses the prolonged exhale to resist leaving himself, since Dean was so insistent on staying. " You do not need to stay here, Dean, " Cas insists. " I am an angel of the lord – more than capable of looking after myself. You should be spending time with Sam, or getting some rest. "

Thus allowing Cas to get some rest himself – being tired was a strange sensation, and the angel didn't enjoy the unease that came with it. " I can wait here until tomorrow. It doesn't bother me. "

Humans were so intricately complicated. They had conflicting emotions, fierce instincts and relationships that only continued to stun the angel. Dean Winchester considered himself a bad man, someone worthy of torture within hell, yet had given everything to protect his brother. It was a connection you hardly saw between angels, duty always outweighing bonds.

Castiel admired Dean for it. For being so selfless, even if the man couldn't see it for himself. It was a rare trait in humans - but an admirable one. Something that wasn't so admirable? Drinking. Castiel could practically taste the whisky molecules even from a distance.

" I don't think so, " Castiel can't help but disagree. Perhaps it wasn't something a heavenly being should be saying – but then again, most heavenly beings wouldn't risk diving into hell for a human.

" You had good intentions behind what you did – from what I gather, behind everything you've been doing. It may not always have a desirable outcome, but those are out of your control Dean. "

He hovers for a moment, glancing around before moving to settle on a seat near the hunter. Castiel's posture is rigid, uncomfortable. But his expression remains genuine, albeit on the stoic side. " It can't be easy for you. Having those memories. "

hero and villain sentence starters | Accepting

@fracturals asked; you are justifiably angry, you had to make a terrible sacrifice. ( castiel @ dean )

Dean was on his third whisky when Castiel found him, alone. The hunter needed space and often found being alone helped him to process whatever he needed to. He was surprised how fast the Angel had found him but then he still didn't understand Castiel's abilities as an angel.

" It's what family does, like hell was I lettin' Sam die " his voice almost broke but he kept it together, Dean was drowning in an ocean of regret " The things I saw, Hell the things I did Cas, Maybe I deserved Hell "

Dean took another hit of whiskey, eyes filling with the tears he refused to release. Hell broke Dean, He didn't speak about the ways Alastair tortured him but he remembered every detail. You can't imagine the pain, Dean held on for thirty years as time moves differently down there but everyone has a breaking point.