The Angel in the Woodshed - one shot

Title: The Angel in the Woodshed

Authoramber1960

Characters: Dean, Sam, John & Castiel (Gen)
Rating: PG-13

Words: c 4100
Summary: Season 5 – Set during My Bloody Valentine, and in 1987.  Castiel is punished by his superiors for more than one demonstration of excessive empathy with Dean Winchester…and he proves himself wrong when one of his transgressions includes a successful manipulation of the past.

Warnings: None

 

 

I have seen the dark universe yawning

Where the black planets roll without aim,

Where they roll in their horror unheeded,

Without knowledge or lustre or name.

H P Lovecraft

 

Singer Salvage yard - 2010

 

Dean had called for help, his last desperate plea thrown at the heavens, and had received nothing in return except the touch of his own tears on his cheeks, mingling with the cold rain.

 

Castiel removed the whiskey bottle from Dean’s lax grasp with a gesture that was almost gentle.  Gazing at the hunter’s flushed hostile face, the angel tilted his head in that characteristic, non-human way of his.  Considering.  A little sorrowful.

 

“You believed in angels once, too, Dean.”  Castiel said.  “You believed they were watching over you.”

 

Dean grunted and shoved past Castiel, repeating what he’d said outside the panic room -  something about needing fresh air.   Cas looked after his human in puzzlement. 

 

“But we are outside, Dean.”

 

“Yeah, well, I can’t breathe for all the righteousness!”

 

Dean staggered drunkenly and fell against a rusty Ford pickup, and just stayed there with his back turned, shoulders hunched as he leaned sideways against the cold metal, and Castiel knew that the old heap of junk was the only thing holding his frail human charge upright.  Castiel also knew that it wasn’t the whiskey that caused his friend to stumble. He could feel the human’s pain, pouring off him as insistent as the rain that was falling from the sky.  He had witnessed Dean’s eyes gleaming with the unshed tears he’d tried so hard to conceal.

 

Castiel thought about the man that was Dean Winchester, and what had brought them to where they were today.  Of the angels, watching over Dean.  Watching them both.

 

 

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The Angel in the Woodshed - one shot

Title: The Angel in the Woodshed

Authoramber1960

Characters: Dean, Sam, John & Castiel (Gen)
Rating: PG-13

Words: c 4100
Summary: Season 5 – Set during My Bloody Valentine, and in 1987.  Castiel is punished by his superiors for more than one demonstration of excessive empathy with Dean Winchester…and he proves himself wrong when one of his transgressions includes a successful manipulation of the past.

Warnings: None

 

 

I have seen the dark universe yawning

Where the black planets roll without aim,

Where they roll in their horror unheeded,

Without knowledge or lustre or name.

H P Lovecraft

 

Singer Salvage yard - 2010

 

Dean had called for help, his last desperate plea thrown at the heavens, and had received nothing in return except the touch of his own tears on his cheeks, mingling with the cold rain.

 

Castiel removed the whiskey bottle from Dean’s lax grasp with a gesture that was almost gentle.  Gazing at the hunter’s flushed hostile face, the angel tilted his head in that characteristic, non-human way of his.  Considering.  A little sorrowful.

 

“You believed in angels once, too, Dean.”  Castiel said.  “You believed they were watching over you.”

 

Dean grunted and shoved past Castiel, repeating what he’d said outside the panic room -  something about needing fresh air.   Cas looked after his human in puzzlement. 

 

“But we are outside, Dean.”

 

“Yeah, well, I can’t breathe for all the righteousness!”

 

Dean staggered drunkenly and fell against a rusty Ford pickup, and just stayed there with his back turned, shoulders hunched as he leaned sideways against the cold metal, and Castiel knew that the old heap of junk was the only thing holding his frail human charge upright.  Castiel also knew that it wasn’t the whiskey that caused his friend to stumble. He could feel the human’s pain, pouring off him as insistent as the rain that was falling from the sky.  He had witnessed Dean’s eyes gleaming with the unshed tears he’d tried so hard to conceal.

 

Castiel thought about the man that was Dean Winchester, and what had brought them to where they were today.  Of the angels, watching over Dean.  Watching them both.

 

 

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The Angel in the Woodshed - one shot

Title: The Angel in the Woodshed

Authoramber1960

Characters: Dean, Sam, John & Castiel (Gen)
Rating: PG-13

Words: c 4100
Summary: Season 5 – Set during My Bloody Valentine, and in 1987.  Castiel is punished by his superiors for more than one demonstration of excessive empathy with Dean Winchester…and he proves himself wrong when one of his transgressions includes a successful manipulation of the past.

Warnings: None

 

 

I have seen the dark universe yawning

Where the black planets roll without aim,

Where they roll in their horror unheeded,

Without knowledge or lustre or name.

H P Lovecraft

 

Singer Salvage yard - 2010

 

Dean had called for help, his last desperate plea thrown at the heavens, and had received nothing in return except the touch of his own tears on his cheeks, mingling with the cold rain.

 

Castiel removed the whiskey bottle from Dean’s lax grasp with a gesture that was almost gentle.  Gazing at the hunter’s flushed hostile face, the angel tilted his head in that characteristic, non-human way of his.  Considering.  A little sorrowful.

 

“You believed in angels once, too, Dean.”  Castiel said.  “You believed they were watching over you.”

 

Dean grunted and shoved past Castiel, repeating what he’d said outside the panic room -  something about needing fresh air.   Cas looked after his human in puzzlement. 

 

“But we are outside, Dean.”

 

“Yeah, well, I can’t breathe for all the righteousness!”

 

Dean staggered drunkenly and fell against a rusty Ford pickup, and just stayed there with his back turned, shoulders hunched as he leaned sideways against the cold metal, and Castiel knew that the old heap of junk was the only thing holding his frail human charge upright.  Castiel also knew that it wasn’t the whiskey that caused his friend to stumble. He could feel the human’s pain, pouring off him as insistent as the rain that was falling from the sky.  He had witnessed Dean’s eyes gleaming with the unshed tears he’d tried so hard to conceal.

 

Castiel thought about the man that was Dean Winchester, and what had brought them to where they were today.  Of the angels, watching over Dean.  Watching them both.

 

 

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