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exsiliumlogs2012-06-30 08:43 pm
ganking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-06-30 08:43 pm
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and the fever runs from my heart down to my legs ( closed )
Date & Time: After Cas is back from his time trip.
Location: Unit 210
Characters: Castiel and Dean Winchester
Summary: When he least expects it, Dean finally finds the person who's been missing from his new life for the past few days.
Warnings: Will update!
[ It's only been a few days, but Dean's had just about enough of dealing with the Initiative and Exsilium without Castiel. The angel had disappeared so suddenly, and though Dean knows he's off on some mission, the added side-dish of natives going crazy and trying to seize the place had made the last few days hectic and intense.
Tiring, violent and lonely, too. He knows he should be trying to get to know his new comrades, but honestly Dean's beyond caring, especially when he knows this could all end at any moment. His time on Attollo had ended so abruptly, after all, one night ending on a good note once more only for him to wake up here.
And now the one constant person (angel) in his time on Attollo was off far away as well.
His forehead bumps quietly against the door to his room, but Dean doesn't move to open it. He's not entirely feeling up to dealing with his roommate, but after, once again, checking up on Cas' assigned living space to see if his angel had come back, he's not left with much else to do.
Still, he stays there, thoughts clouding his mind while he tries to fight past the fierce missing.
God, when the hell had he become so freaking weak? ]
Location: Unit 210
Characters: Castiel and Dean Winchester
Summary: When he least expects it, Dean finally finds the person who's been missing from his new life for the past few days.
Warnings: Will update!
[ It's only been a few days, but Dean's had just about enough of dealing with the Initiative and Exsilium without Castiel. The angel had disappeared so suddenly, and though Dean knows he's off on some mission, the added side-dish of natives going crazy and trying to seize the place had made the last few days hectic and intense.
Tiring, violent and lonely, too. He knows he should be trying to get to know his new comrades, but honestly Dean's beyond caring, especially when he knows this could all end at any moment. His time on Attollo had ended so abruptly, after all, one night ending on a good note once more only for him to wake up here.
And now the one constant person (angel) in his time on Attollo was off far away as well.
His forehead bumps quietly against the door to his room, but Dean doesn't move to open it. He's not entirely feeling up to dealing with his roommate, but after, once again, checking up on Cas' assigned living space to see if his angel had come back, he's not left with much else to do.
Still, he stays there, thoughts clouding his mind while he tries to fight past the fierce missing.
God, when the hell had he become so freaking weak? ]
dean ; w ;
It had been an exhausting, bizarre trip. For the angel, it had been over two months since he was last in Exsilium... and a lonesome stretch of time to not have the hunter present for any of it. Little wonder that the first stop Castiel makes is with Dean Winchester. When he returned, he simply glanced around as the group began to mill about and give their reports, and quietly vanished from their midst. ]
Dean.
[ The angel's presence is betrayed the moment his voice breaks the silent privacy of Dean's room, a faint trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth betraying even more of his state of mind. Relief, because part of him feared that while he was gone, something could have happened to Dean while he wasn't around to protect him. The state of Exsilium -- more wartorn than he remembered it being when he left for the mission -- only heightened his sense of unease. ]
...It's good to see you. [ He drops his gaze a moment, then lifts it again -- seemingly content that Dean did not seem to suffer like the city had. ] Unharmed.
8(
Dean wishes sometimes quietly to himself, that just thinking of Cas would make him appear. This time it looks like he's in luck, the distortion in the air coupled by the sudden, rough voice he's so familiar with snapping his attention to the angel with clear surprise written over his face. ]
Cas - [ It comes out in a quiet breath, because now the angel is right there, like he hasn't been gone for the past few days. And the words, or the little relieved smile which Dean knows means that Cas has missed him too -- none of it helps stop Dean from stepping closer to the angel, a hand extending -- reaching -- to touch, and then only to hesitate as it's raised. ]
You're back. [ Pause, and then with annoyance he really has to muster; ] Finally.
/turns that frown upside down
That one gesture is something Castiel can actually read. ]
...I am.
[ They've been through quite a lot, more than just the apocalypse and the events that followed, but the better part of a year in this... undefined, more-than-just-friends relationship they've been in, it's changed things.
It took watching couples interact for a few months and not having Dean to distract him to open his eyes a little. Castiel pauses, pleased as he hesitates, and then lifts his own hand to offer a foreign gesture of his own -- fingertips brushing up the palm of Dean's hand and attempting to slot between Dean's own and interlace their fingers. ]
I apologize for not returning sooner. Our mission had a few... complications.
I have been eager to return for some time now.
8)
Whatever annoyance he was trying to stir up dies within seconds of Cas' hand mirroring his, those slim fingers sliding over his skin and then locking their hands together. Dean's blinking at the whole thing, lips slightly parted as he tries to make sense of it, though his fingers refuse to pull back.
In fact he just lets their joined hands fall down between them as his eyes go back to Cas' face. ]
Complications, huh? Well, you're back now. [ And because they're not goddamn chicks with dicks, Dean wriggles his hand free, but only after the fastest, slightest squeeze. There's a smile on his face though, private and warm -- and brief. ]
Where the hell did you guys even get zapped off to? Definitely could've used all the help back here.
Re: 8)
In the English county of Wiltshire, approximately three thousand years before the birth of Christ.
[ Castiel glances away, looking almost sheepish. ]
Stonehenge may have been erected sooner than intended as a result. After the task was done, we arrived at dairy farm in the Catskills, not far from Bethel, New York. Sometime during August of 1969.
[ In other words, Woodstock. ]
After the festival, it was clear that there was little else for us to do, so we departed to California on a... caravan, I believe.
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You were... [ Clamping his mouth shut, Dean lets the angel finish instead, listening curiously. Turns out, what Cas has been doing is an entirely different tale compared to what has been going on back in this time.
The Woodstock, huh? Dean looks more than a little amused by now, a grin of sorts crawling its way onto his lips. ] Sorry, man, can't really imagine you in that place. [ Maybe it was better that Dean hadn't been on the mission as well. Certainly saved the angel all the commentary.
After a slight pause. ] All of that, it went smoothly, right?
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I believe the diminutive feline that belongs to the one called Anders offended the druids greatly. We were able to make amends before they decided to kill one of our own.
As for the festival was... crowded. Wet. Apparently, it was customary for scores of people to congregate to play in the mud like chidren.
[ It was actually kind of disturbing. The angel dismisses the rest -- long story. And besides, he's far more interested in getting comfortable in Dean's apartment, glancing around the somewhat spartan room with mild interest. ]
You spoke of trouble here, and the destruction I witnessed upon my reentry confirms my suspicions. Are you alright?
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[ Yeah, that does sound kind of disturbing, truth be told. Dean wrinkles his face a little at the words, and gives Cas a quick once-over when the angel glances about the room.
Dean shrugs vaguely before waving the angel's question off. ]
M'fine, it was nothing. [ Understatement of the century. But whatever bruising he might have gotten from the fighting is hidden beneath his clothes, already having been looked at by the medics. He's not going to worry Cas with that, not when the angel must be simply glad to be back. ] People gettin' rowdy, but everything's been subdued by now.
Sounds like you guys got a lot done in such a short time, unlike us.
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[ The hardest parts, the times when they were just waiting to be returned, were confined and boring -- huddled in tents reeking of stale marijuana, sweat and mildew, the long and confining drive to California in that VW with a bunch of people smelling of patchouli... motel rooms that were a necessity for everyone else but him, and reminded him so intensely of Dean that it made the long wait nearly unbearable.
The angel lifts his brows, asking innocently: ]
...Are you occupied today?
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Dean blinks, the info sinking in and he wants to laugh, because that's a funny one, well done, Castiel. But he knows Cas lacks any and all skills in lying (not entirely true, but let's not go there today) which means the angel is telling the truth, as freaking impossible as it sounds. ]
Over two months? How - [ Sorry Cas, your other question goes ignored as he steps closer, a new light shedding itself onto this situation fast. ] It's only been -- how's that possible?
If you're joking, it sure as hell ain't funny, man. [ Please tell him that you are so that he can just punch you and be done with it. ]
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[ Dean draws closer and Castiel feels the pulse in his vessel climb, that anxious impatience that's been steadily growing in the months and weeks he's been gone making the fact Dean is so physically available almost overwhelming. He's happy, despite all that, and despite the fact he doesn't show it outside of a nervous shift in his stance and the ever-present quarter smile on his face.
Castiel lifts his hand, fingers trailing up Dean's sleeve before he finally grasps a fold and tugs it. ]
Temporal travel means we can arrive as early as a second after we've left, but it would appear that their methods are not quite as sophisticated.
[ Not normally one for acting clingy, Castiel sure is insistent about physical contact right now, even going so far as to slip a hand beneath Dean's jacket to rest on his side. The angel will answer any questions you have, Dean, but not without closing whatever negligible space remains between them. ]
...Am I to assume you have nothing pressing to attend to, or will you answer my question?
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At least it explains the insisted touching. ]
That's messed up. [ His voice drops, and despite the touch he feels slide under his jacket, warmth seeping from a familiar calloused hand, he frowns. ] Did you know it would be that long? The mission, I mean.
[ And then there's a sigh; exasperated but faintly amused, the insistent question from the angel getting an eye roll even though the roles have many times been reversed in the past. ]
No, Cas, I don't have any life or death situations waiting for me anywhere.
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It just made him feel Dean's absence all the more, so yes. Cas is going to make up for lost time. Deal with it. ]
I did not. And I will not hear of its outcome in this time until later, I imagine.
[ The corner of his mouth twitches with amusement, pleased to hear that there's nothing Dean needs to rush off and do, so he'll just make himself comfortable right here, thank you very much. His hands find themselves on either side of him, fingers flexing over him as if he's confirming that he's back and here. It's a good feeling, apparently, because the angel doesn't plan on stopping there. ]
Then you've time to tell me what I've missed these past few days.
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Not that this...holding each other right here is something he's exactly jumping at, even though the press of Cas against him even just like this is calming, those hands a welcome touch while he tries to figure out what exactly to tell the angel.
A sigh as he presses his forehead against the angel's for a brief second, his own hands coming to rest lightly at Cas' waist. ]
Like I said, it was nothing, really. Some rebels started acting up and we had to take care of 'em. Eventually things calmed down again. [ But not without some of mob member's losing their lives. ]
I think that welcome chick we chatted with earlier got kidnapped too, but someone found her.
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Well, long story short, this isn't something the angel does frequently.
He closes his eyes when foreheads press briefly together, but when that moment is over, he doesn't step back as he usually would. He just glances at Dean and continues their conversation as he takes advantage of the close proximity. ]
I suppose we were not the only ones to wrongly assume she would be a forthcoming source of information.
[ Castiel lowers his eyes, and apparently finds great interest in some place on Dean's neck uncovered by the jacket and leans in with every intention of brushing lips against his skin. This right here? It's multitasking at its finest as far as the angel is concerned... reporting in while experimenting with the kind of intimacy he's had to witness for two months and no one to test it out on. ]
What was the reason for the rebel uprising? I had thought the Initiative was part of the rebel faction.
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[ Needless to say, with the few people he's spoken to in the last few days, it's definitely turning out to be that more people are ready to fight to get out of here, than to help the Initiative at the promise of freedom as reward. He supposes the people living in Exsilium might have similar feelings, despite what the Initiative is there for. ]
People getting scared, no one there to give them answers. I guess they decided enough was enough by throwin' a fit over it. Not that I blame 'em, you know how much I hate greater powers that work in mysterious ways. [ A look, and even the beginnings of a smirk, which falters at the light kisses while his hands at Cas' sides clench. ]
Cas. [ That's your one, half-hearted warning. As much as he might want this...this isn't Attollo, things are different in this place. He wonders if they should be chicks and talk about it, or something.
Or he could just let Cas continue, as seems to be the case for now. ]
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And yet, despite all this, Castiel finds he prefers this to the constant threat of being cursed for Arawn's entertainment or study the moment that mark begins to stain his cheek. But that hasn't really been a problem in a long time, long enough for Castiel to have almost forgotten about it. He would be surprised to hear if that was, in some way, a requirement for their friendship to take a turn like it had. ]
Unsurprising. [ And then a pause, and he's clearly distracted by the spreading relief he feels with having Dean so real and present after so long a time. ] I wonder... am I the exception to the rule, or do you believe you have me figured out?
Yes, Dean? [ Castiel murmurs, an arm snaking around his back to pull him closer... his gestures slower and far more languid than the kind of desperation before. He's actually savoring the moment. ]
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It was only now that the questions and doubts, the changes they would be force to go through in this place, were rearing their ugly heads and he wonders what they are really doing and why.
Smirking. ] I'd like to think I have you pretty figured out by now. [ But oh, how wrong he'd been before, and how much that betrayal had hurt. He doesn't know anything for sure, but things are better between them now, and hopefully there haven't been too many lies or secrets in the picture either.
Dean doesn't answer for a few minutes, the screws in his head turning almost loudly. He feels like he should pull away, but no inch of his body is willing to go along with him, not with Cas' arm tugging him closer. So with a almost dramatic sigh, his hand sneaks upwards, coming to the side of Cas' face from where he tries to get the angel's attention back to him. ]
C'mere, come on... look at me.
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There was a time when Castiel would have looked upon their arrangement logically, expressing that it made sense that if he were to be forced to perform if he did not do so under his own terms... then those terms should be with one he was closest to.
Even then, he knew that wasn't entirely true. He felt something for Dean, has for some time now, but lacked the means to express it outside of how Dean showed him.
But even as Castiel mouthed his way down his neck, the scent and taste of the hunter feels like coming home, and it's a feeling he's content to lose himself in -- that is, until the sigh snaps him out of it and he's dimly aware of the fact Dean is standing idly by... none of which were very good signs. Something was wrong.
Lifting his head at Dean's insistence, he meets his eyes for a moment before they drop to his lips, thinking that its perhaps those he should be giving his attention... but makes no move outside of wetting his lips with his tongue. ]
...What is it?
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But with their arrival in Exsilium... the almost idyllic lifestyle between the curses they'd managed to carve in Attollo is gone. Dean finds himself needing to guard himself better again, even from Cas. He'd grown soft, too used to their thing, and had forgotten than everything changes. But it doesn't mean he'll push the angel away either, not completely.
Good thing for Cas, his instincts are wrong in this case. No, he's not about shove the angel against the wall to have his way with (not right now, later maybe if they can a secure place) but his hands do comes to either side of Cas' face as he leans closer with the smallest smile, coaxing Cas to look back up at him. ]
For bein' away so long, and as a welcome back. [ It might not have been as long for the hunter, but Cas has been through a lot. He presses his mouth against Cas', lips forming easily against the angel's like many times before. He's missed this too, despite not voicing it, the slightest sighs of relief the only clue. Intending to keep it brief, he presses into it lightly, thumb grazing over Cas' cheek before drawing back. ]
His new name is Captain Obvious
...Of course, he also happened to be a terrible liar. And it wouldn't be the first time guilt would go ignored either. Castiel was selfish like that.
The angel's attention is pulled right where Dean wants it, eyes moving from one green eye to the next, before a press of lips force them closed. If he savored that closeness he's missed for months before, he truly does now. He leans into the kiss and when Dean pulls away, he lingers... only to find himself blinking back.
His hands flex on either side of Dean's hips, and his eyes betray him in an almost comical manner -- darting over to the bed. ]
...Is your roommate home?
Y U P.
His eyes glance off to the side too, falling on his bed briefly before he huffs a quiet laugh. ]
No, he's not. [ Oh, Cas, he knows exactly what you wants, can feel it from those flexing fingers against his hips and the lingering leaning into the kiss. ]
...Why? Do you plan on stickin' around? [ Even if Dean's being careful, he can't help but tease the angel a little, voice low and curious as he presses closer. ]
Could come back at any moment. [ Which is, actually, a real concern. One Dean's not ready to face yet, if he's honest. ]
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Fault for this change does not rest entirely on Dean. Many lives had touched his in the last year, including many new experiences some of which were quite poor and of his own doing. What had started as a curse, then fighting, and then forgiveness and the slow rebuild of trust transformed into something else entirely. Had it not been for these experiences, for everything they've gone through, Castiel wouldn't be pulling Dean toward his bed right now with a few hushed words: ]
Then we better keep quiet.
[ The hands at his hips begin hiking up the hem of his cotton t-shirt, then fanning his fingers across the skin just beneath. His fingers curl down, gently scraping down his abdomen to hook onto his jeans just as he starts to walk backwards toward the bed. ]
We... wouldn't want to disturb your neighbor.
[ Not like they had in Muir, at least. ]
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That look coupled with the ever-present quarter smile and just that vibe has Dean smirking. ]
I dunno how that's possible with you around. [ He knows how to make you scream, Castiel. ]
I'll make sure to try and keep you quiet though.
[ So he'll just follow along with the tugging, a hand reaching to slide against and to the back of Cas' neck from where he pulls himself closer. It'll be an ungraceful stumble towards the bed, but Dean's not about to let Cas slip away from him, not now that he's set himself to this.
Later, they'll (or Dean will...if Cas just flutters off) probably have a nice awkward moment with his roommate, but until then he'll make the damn best of this private time they have. ]