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The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by everysecondtues (R)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 11,101
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
everysecondtues
Author Website: TuedayFic on DW
Why this must be read: Because after learning that Lucifer was imprisoned by 600 seals, but only 66 were needed to break him free, it should come as no surprise that the angelic courtship ritual is equally complex and just as easy to inadvertently set into motion. We join Dean and Castiel after they've already accidentally completed 180 of the 200 steps towards union, and we get to watch as they slowly but surely manage to (mostly unintentionally) edge themselves closer to marriage.
What really makes this fic work is the subtle tension. Dean can't quite bring himself to admit to wanting the angel, or at least a formalized relationship with him. Castiel wants to give Dean every opportunity to walk away. They're hurtling towards an inevitability and stubbornly refusing to accept that it's a very good thing for both of them. And the things that count as steps toward union are sometimes hilarious--and totally in keeping with the convoluted bureaucracy of heaven that we've come to expect from SPN.
For future reference, if you were an angel who wanted to court a human, Dean was pretty sure you ought to let said human know sometime soon after slapping the initial engagement hand-print on their soul, if not earlier—not after completing step 180 out of 200 (fucking seriously?) and showing up naked in their motel bed in the middle of the night after ignoring their three previous attempted summonings.
"What the hell?" Dean had said, and, "Where have you been?" and, like Cas was the boy blocking his calls and Dean was three steps away from turning stalker, God help him, "Why didn't you answer me the first three times?"
"I was busy," Castiel said.
And really, Dean should have asked this first, but, "Why are you naked?"
Castiel's expression was peevish, like he'd been observing Sam's bitch faces to pick up tips, as he said, "You summoned me by my true name. Be grateful I'm wearing a vessel."
"Oh," Dean said. Then—and this was where it would've been really fucking helpful to know that step 180 was summoning followed by contact—Dean reached forward to press his palm briefly to Castiel's shoulder. It wasn't a gesture filled with a lot of intent or one that said anything like, "Marry me and bear my half-human half-angel monster babies." It was just an absent-minded gesture to ground himself in the reality of Castiel, solid and there and safe despite having had a banishing sigil carved into his chest and subsequently activated it.
The instant Dean's hand touched Castiel's shoulder, a jolt of energy shot through Dean, something like if a lightning strike and an orgasm got together and had kids made of pure painful ecstasy. When Dean jerked away, a livid red mark rested on Castiel's skin in the shape of Dean's hand. If anything, Castiel looked even more irate, which was his own damn fault for failing to tell Dean until he asked, voice rough and shaking, because he was still coming down from the afterglow, "What the hell was that?"
"You really," Castiel said, rolling off the bed and away from Dean, though the damage was already done, "shouldn't have done that."
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At Dreamwidth: The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester
At AO3: The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 11,101
Author on LJ:
everysecondtuesAuthor Website: TuedayFic on DW
Why this must be read: Because after learning that Lucifer was imprisoned by 600 seals, but only 66 were needed to break him free, it should come as no surprise that the angelic courtship ritual is equally complex and just as easy to inadvertently set into motion. We join Dean and Castiel after they've already accidentally completed 180 of the 200 steps towards union, and we get to watch as they slowly but surely manage to (mostly unintentionally) edge themselves closer to marriage.
What really makes this fic work is the subtle tension. Dean can't quite bring himself to admit to wanting the angel, or at least a formalized relationship with him. Castiel wants to give Dean every opportunity to walk away. They're hurtling towards an inevitability and stubbornly refusing to accept that it's a very good thing for both of them. And the things that count as steps toward union are sometimes hilarious--and totally in keeping with the convoluted bureaucracy of heaven that we've come to expect from SPN.
For future reference, if you were an angel who wanted to court a human, Dean was pretty sure you ought to let said human know sometime soon after slapping the initial engagement hand-print on their soul, if not earlier—not after completing step 180 out of 200 (fucking seriously?) and showing up naked in their motel bed in the middle of the night after ignoring their three previous attempted summonings.
"What the hell?" Dean had said, and, "Where have you been?" and, like Cas was the boy blocking his calls and Dean was three steps away from turning stalker, God help him, "Why didn't you answer me the first three times?"
"I was busy," Castiel said.
And really, Dean should have asked this first, but, "Why are you naked?"
Castiel's expression was peevish, like he'd been observing Sam's bitch faces to pick up tips, as he said, "You summoned me by my true name. Be grateful I'm wearing a vessel."
"Oh," Dean said. Then—and this was where it would've been really fucking helpful to know that step 180 was summoning followed by contact—Dean reached forward to press his palm briefly to Castiel's shoulder. It wasn't a gesture filled with a lot of intent or one that said anything like, "Marry me and bear my half-human half-angel monster babies." It was just an absent-minded gesture to ground himself in the reality of Castiel, solid and there and safe despite having had a banishing sigil carved into his chest and subsequently activated it.
The instant Dean's hand touched Castiel's shoulder, a jolt of energy shot through Dean, something like if a lightning strike and an orgasm got together and had kids made of pure painful ecstasy. When Dean jerked away, a livid red mark rested on Castiel's skin in the shape of Dean's hand. If anything, Castiel looked even more irate, which was his own damn fault for failing to tell Dean until he asked, voice rough and shaking, because he was still coming down from the afterglow, "What the hell was that?"
"You really," Castiel said, rolling off the bed and away from Dean, though the damage was already done, "shouldn't have done that."
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At Dreamwidth: The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester
At AO3: The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester
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She also wrote a short little timestamp that I saved, An Auspicious Start (http://everysecondtuesday.dreamwidth.org/74448.html?thread=473552#cmt473552).
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Of 200 steps? No one but Castiel. LOL
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*adds to huge number of fics to be read, this one for the second time*
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