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Signs and Portents by aesc (PG-13)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 2730
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aesc
Author Website: Supernatural Fic Tag
Why this must be read: You know how sometimes everyone has figured it out except the main characters? That's a little bit what this is, except the way the story builds is so lovely, you'll fall in love with the trope all over again.
Every time Dean, Sam, and Cas check into a motel (although Cas doesn't need a bed for the night), people seem to notice how close Cas stands to Dean. Clerks give them small smiles and sly glances; frat boys tell them not to be so obvious; Sam teases that he's been dumped. But Dean isn't sure why people are making the assumption that he and Cas are together. Because they're not. But maybe they should be? Sweet, in the adorable, "well, of course!" way.
"Are you here for the wedding?" the woman asks, smiling and clicking away at her computer.
The what? Dean blinks hazily at her, and then, when she indicates a sign on the wall, blinks at that instead.
The Refuge Inn is, apparently, welcoming Daniel R. Lambert and Christopher A. Vanderbilt and congratulating them on their wedding tomorrow morning. And the receptionist is smiling at them, at the two of them, Dean and Cas, Dean who is leaning against Cas, and Cas, who's taking Dean's weight and doesn't seem staggered by either that or by being mistaken for Dean's boyfriend.
"Oh my god," Sam mumbles from the safety of the loveseat. "I'm being dumped."
"Just passing through," Dean grunts, and, even as his face threatens to burn off, passes the receptionist his credit card.
"Oh," the woman says brightly. "Well, if you'd like to keep us in mind, we have lovely facilities here for weddings and commitment ceremonies." She staples a card to the receipt.
The only room left is a single king-sized bed the two of them will share while Cas roosts on the roof or whatever he does at night. Sam asks if Dean's coming back to him after all, even though he'd dumped him for Cas. Dean tells him to shut the goddamn hell up, and he had fucking better not snore.
Sam doesn't snore, but it doesn't matter, because Dean spends the night listening to his head pound and watching Cas as Cas keeps watch over them. The inn's way out in the country, so it's dark layered upon dark, only thin moonlight coming through chintzy curtains to limn the odd angles of Castiel's face and the spikes of his hair, select folds in his coat, his long fingers.
Eventually he drifts off, wondering if he should be freaked that he isn't freaking out.
"I'm telling you man, it hurt me," Sam says over breakfast the next morning. He places a hand delicately over his heart. "Hurt me deep."
"Shut up and eat your pancakes," Dean growls. He shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth and grinds down on it, imagining it's one of Sam's fingers. "Next time we do this, you and Cas are going in together."
Read the story and feedback the author: Signs and Portents
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 2730
Author on LJ:
aescAuthor Website: Supernatural Fic Tag
Why this must be read: You know how sometimes everyone has figured it out except the main characters? That's a little bit what this is, except the way the story builds is so lovely, you'll fall in love with the trope all over again.
Every time Dean, Sam, and Cas check into a motel (although Cas doesn't need a bed for the night), people seem to notice how close Cas stands to Dean. Clerks give them small smiles and sly glances; frat boys tell them not to be so obvious; Sam teases that he's been dumped. But Dean isn't sure why people are making the assumption that he and Cas are together. Because they're not. But maybe they should be? Sweet, in the adorable, "well, of course!" way.
"Are you here for the wedding?" the woman asks, smiling and clicking away at her computer.
The what? Dean blinks hazily at her, and then, when she indicates a sign on the wall, blinks at that instead.
The Refuge Inn is, apparently, welcoming Daniel R. Lambert and Christopher A. Vanderbilt and congratulating them on their wedding tomorrow morning. And the receptionist is smiling at them, at the two of them, Dean and Cas, Dean who is leaning against Cas, and Cas, who's taking Dean's weight and doesn't seem staggered by either that or by being mistaken for Dean's boyfriend.
"Oh my god," Sam mumbles from the safety of the loveseat. "I'm being dumped."
"Just passing through," Dean grunts, and, even as his face threatens to burn off, passes the receptionist his credit card.
"Oh," the woman says brightly. "Well, if you'd like to keep us in mind, we have lovely facilities here for weddings and commitment ceremonies." She staples a card to the receipt.
The only room left is a single king-sized bed the two of them will share while Cas roosts on the roof or whatever he does at night. Sam asks if Dean's coming back to him after all, even though he'd dumped him for Cas. Dean tells him to shut the goddamn hell up, and he had fucking better not snore.
Sam doesn't snore, but it doesn't matter, because Dean spends the night listening to his head pound and watching Cas as Cas keeps watch over them. The inn's way out in the country, so it's dark layered upon dark, only thin moonlight coming through chintzy curtains to limn the odd angles of Castiel's face and the spikes of his hair, select folds in his coat, his long fingers.
Eventually he drifts off, wondering if he should be freaked that he isn't freaking out.
"I'm telling you man, it hurt me," Sam says over breakfast the next morning. He places a hand delicately over his heart. "Hurt me deep."
"Shut up and eat your pancakes," Dean growls. He shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth and grinds down on it, imagining it's one of Sam's fingers. "Next time we do this, you and Cas are going in together."
Read the story and feedback the author: Signs and Portents