SPN Ficlet: A Starting Point
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annundrielLeave this languishing in Word? Or post?
Post, I suppose. Creative writing for Monday (besides the DiNozzo/McGee stuff which is going slow but definitely going). I still hate titles.
Dean, Castiel. 228 words. Pre-slash. G. Post-"The End". There is hugging and it is awkward.
A Starting Point
Dean ends his call with Sam, flipping his phone shut, and turns to Cas. He’s waiting patiently a couple of feet away, head tilted curiously to the side, and Dean is hit once again with the force of his own fondness for him. The relief he feels when he looks across at Cas in the dim light at the side of the road is surprising in its intensity. But this is a Cas that is real and whole and his and maybe it’s not so surprising after all.
He smiles at Cas and the corners of Cas’ mouth tip up in response. It’s hardly anything compared to the smiles he saw on that other Castiel’s face, but there’s nothing broken in it, nothing hurt or aching or desperate.
“Cas,” Dean breathes before he closes the distance between them, pulling Cas into a tight hug, their contact earlier suddenly not enough.
Castiel’s body is unyielding against his, the hug barely even existing before Dean begins to regret it. He’s about to pull away, the realization about how awkward and stupid the move was a hard lump in his throat, when he feels Cas’ shoulders shift beneath his hands until Cas’ arms are around him, too.
The hug is stiff and uncomfortable—Cas clearly wasn’t held enough as a child—but it’s something. They can work on his technique later.
Post, I suppose. Creative writing for Monday (besides the DiNozzo/McGee stuff which is going slow but definitely going). I still hate titles.
Dean, Castiel. 228 words. Pre-slash. G. Post-"The End". There is hugging and it is awkward.
A Starting Point
Dean ends his call with Sam, flipping his phone shut, and turns to Cas. He’s waiting patiently a couple of feet away, head tilted curiously to the side, and Dean is hit once again with the force of his own fondness for him. The relief he feels when he looks across at Cas in the dim light at the side of the road is surprising in its intensity. But this is a Cas that is real and whole and his and maybe it’s not so surprising after all.
He smiles at Cas and the corners of Cas’ mouth tip up in response. It’s hardly anything compared to the smiles he saw on that other Castiel’s face, but there’s nothing broken in it, nothing hurt or aching or desperate.
“Cas,” Dean breathes before he closes the distance between them, pulling Cas into a tight hug, their contact earlier suddenly not enough.
Castiel’s body is unyielding against his, the hug barely even existing before Dean begins to regret it. He’s about to pull away, the realization about how awkward and stupid the move was a hard lump in his throat, when he feels Cas’ shoulders shift beneath his hands until Cas’ arms are around him, too.
The hug is stiff and uncomfortable—Cas clearly wasn’t held enough as a child—but it’s something. They can work on his technique later.
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Date: 2009-10-28 02:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-28 04:21 am (UTC)Thanks!