Nimi: Things that should not be
Kirjoittaja: Anhaedra
Fandom: Supernatural
Ikäraja: K-11
Paritus: Dean/Castiel
Genre: romance, drama, ehkä ihan hitunen angstia.
Vastuuvapaus: Eric Kripke omistaa kaiken paitsi juonen sekä Camaelin, joka on oma luomukseni.
Varoitukset: Spoilaa 4. ja 5. kautta.
A/N: Koska Supernatural-ficcejä ei vaan voi olla liikaa, ja koska Dean/Castiel = ♥. Kirjoituskielenä englanti koska en osaa kirjoittaa tästä fandomista suomeksi. Yrittäkää kestää, mun englanti on vähän ruosteessa. Virheistä saa huomauttaa. Mutta siis, eka Supernatural-ficcini piiiitkään aikaan. Tuli vastustamaton halu kirjoittaa kun katsoin vitoskauden, ja tää sitten syntyi jotakuinkin yhdeltä istumalta. Aika lyhyeksi jäi... mutta jaarittelut sikseen, nauttikaa.
Things that should not be
"Cas."
"Yeah?" Castiel turned to look at Dean who was sitting on the bed a couple of meters away from him.
"Come here."
Sighing, Cas walked to where Dean was and sat next to him. "Dean..." Cas's sentence was cut short by Dean's lips that brushed softly over the angel's lips and then kissed him. Cas kissed back, but then backed away a few inches.
"Dean," he started again, looking at the man next to him. "Sam will come back any minute now."
Dean snorted. "He won't be back in at least half an hour. Come on, Cas," he said with an impatient tone in his voice, "I know you want this too."
Cas swallowed. The green eyes looked at him, waiting for him to reply. "I do, there is no denying. I'm just worried."
"About what?" Dean inquired, not really that interested in hearing the answer: he just wanted to get over with the conversation part and get right to the action. He threaded his fingers in the angel's hair and pulled him closer again.
Cas turned his face away, evading Dean's hungry lips. "About you. Michael is getting closer, I can feel it."
Dean snorted again. "Well, I'm pretty damn sure he won't be bothering us in the next fifteen minutes." He cupped the other man's face and forced him to look at him. "I won't accept 'no' for an answer."
Cas sighed and gave up. They both knew he couldn't resist Dean. And, to be honest, did he even want to resist?
He kissed the man in front of him, long and hard. Dean grinned against his lips, but Cas didn't notice. He was too lost in Dean's taste and scent. Dean started to take off Cas's coat, and Cas his shirt. Soon they were lost in each other's heat, in a heavenly pleasure.
Cas was standing in the alley behind the motel they were staying in. Sam had returned just a couple of minutes after he and Dean had finished, and Cas had gone out to calm down a little. He suspected Dean found the risk of being caught arousing, but Cas certainly didn't. Still he succumbed to Dean's will every time.
He took a deep breath. The air was chilly with a hint of rain and it cooled his skin that was still glowing with heat from Dean's touch.
This was wrong. He'd been telling himself that what he and Dean had shouldn't be and that his inability to resist his earthly desires showed weakness of character. He was an angel, after all, and despite the fact that he was a rebel, these attitudes and thoughts lay deep in him.
Suddenly he sensed someone near him. He turned aroung and faced a tall blond man who was looking at him with a stern expression on his face.
"Camael," Cas said, hiding his surprise.
"Hello, Castiel," the angel said, smiling a forced smile. The two men looked at each other for a while in silence. Cas was wary: he was readying himself for a fight.
"Long time no see," Camael finally said.
"Yes," Cas replied, still tense. "Why are you here?"
"Watch your actions, Castiel. We know what you've been doing."
"Aha," Cas said, raising his brow. He wasn't really sure what the other angel had meant.
"Michael knows, too," Camael continued, "and he isn't exactly pleased with you having a... carnal relationship with his vessel." The angel watched Castiel's reaction as the words sank in.
Cas cursed inside his head. How could they know? He managed to keep a calm expression as he said, "That is none of your concern."
"Actually, it is."
"Oh yeah? And how is that?" Cas started to get a bit angry.
"You are an angel, Castiel," Camael said sternly. "Angels aren't allowed to have this kind of relationships, especially not with humans."
"I was cast out of Heaven. Why should I care? Besides, everyone knows most of the angels of the Lord aren't any better." He was quiet for a while. "Don't tell me this was the reason for your being here."
Camael sighed. "Look, Castiel. I just wanted to warn you. After all, I do owe you a favor."
"Well, thanks a lot." Cas glared at Camael.
"Be cautious. You know what Michael is like when he gets angry."
Cas blinked, and Camael was gone. His thoughts were a mess. How could they know?
"Cas, what's wrong?"
Cas looked up to see Dean who was now standing on the other side of the table at which he'd been staring, deep in thought. Dean looked worried.
"I met another angel while I was outside."
"An angel? Who?" Dean asked. Cas could hear from his voice that he was slightly startled.
"Camael," he replied. "An angel of my rank."
"What was he doing here?"
Cas stared at his hands for a moment before answering. "He was here to warn me."
"About what?" Dean was starting to feel a bit frustrated. Why couldn't Cas just get straight to the point?
The angel glanced around. Sam was lying on his bed, apparently asleep. Even so, Cas lowered his voice. "He told me that they - the angels - know about... us."
Dean blinked. "Us?"
"Yes... About our relationship." Cas swallowed.
Dean sat down. "How can they know about it?"
"I have no idea. But Michael isn't pleased."
"Michael can go fuck himself! It's none of his goddamn business," Dean said, raising his voice a little in his anger.
"Hush, not so loud." Castiel glanced at Sam again. Then he looked back at Dean. "That's what I told Camael. It's just... It's not exactly advisable for us angels to be in a fleshly relationship with a human."
"So...?" Cas could see a flash of uncertainty in Dean's eyes. It dawned to him that Dean was afraid: afraid that Castiel would leave him because of what other angels thought about this thing. He reached out to touch Dean's hand and looked straight into his eyes.
"I don't care. I honestly don't care what they think."
Dean sighed, visibly relieved. Cas squeezed his hand assuringly.
"The rules of Heaven no longer apply to me. And even if they did," Cas said, smiling slightly, "I wouldn't hesitate a moment to break them for you."
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