AXE - Destiel AU 3/20

AXE - Destiel AU
Third part.
I own nothing but my fantasies.


Dean woke as usual the next day to the sound of the alarm clock’s loud beeping. First he didn’t want to open his eyes and instead buried his face in the pillow, but right after that something hit him really hard on the head. Rubbing the back of his head in agony he sat up just in time to avoid another blow to the head as a large wing once again bucked and bristled when their owner abruptly sat up.

“Hey…” Dean started but had to duck when Castiel violently turned around to him with the wings spread, mirroring the face’s confusion and anger.

“What is that noise!?” he practically yelled out, looking rather insane with his hair on end and not fully awaken yet frantically searching eyes.

“Whoa, calm down. It’s the alarm. Over there on your side.”

Castiel found the alarm clock, grabbed it in one hand and hurled it across the room into the wall with such force that it crashed into a million pieces. For a few seconds they both looked at the pieces, Castiel panting in restrained anger and Dean in small shock.

“You could have just snoozed…” Dean tried but got a burning look in return.

“It was hurting my ears!”

“So you’re not a morning person, now will you please calm down? Lie down.”

Dean’s words seemed to have wanted result as the angel’s anger ran off him in an instant, relaxing enough so that he could get under the covers again.

“That was a horrible sound.”

“Tell me about it.” Dean mumbled while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“I just did.”

“No, it’s a figure of speech, Cas. You’re not supposed to take everything literally.”

Castiel didn’t say anything to that but prompted himself up on one elbow to look down on him, and adjusted his wings above them to be comfortable. The first few moments awake, in his haze Dean hadn’t remembered what had happen the day before. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up with someone in the bed yet this morning it felt different in some way. And yeah, not just different because that someone was an angel or that the alarm clock was laying in pieces and he had gotten one of the most brutal wake ups in his life. It was kind of calmer in the sense there were no worries about trying to get out of some trouble.

Dean would later blame it on the newly-awoken state he still was in, and just as the night before he didn’t protest when the angel went over all boundaries and hesitantly caressed him over the side of his face, almost dazed by the stunning face looking down on his.

“You are not cursing today.”

“Guess not.”

“Does that mean you are not angry anymore?”

“Guess so.” For some reason Dean didn’t even protest when Castiel leaned in, just closed his eyes and met the soft kiss by pulling up from the pillow. And apparently without the ability to think anymore, next thing Dean knew they were kissing, clutching each other’s faces with an underlying urge that just seemed to grow in his body with every minute he spent in the angel’s presence. Who knew what could’ve happened if Sam hadn’t knocked on the door the second after.

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“Did I interrupt something?”

Dean leaned against the wall and released the longest line of curse words Sam had heard in a long time, making him forget all about what he at first knocked on the door for.

“I did interrupt something, didn’t I?”

“No! Well…” Dean spurted out in a frenzy but couldn’t come up with a sustainable excuse. “Shit. It’s like he’s chatting me up, I can’t believe how it gets to me or that I even let him do it. What worse is, I know nothing about him.”

“Yeah, 'cause when you want to give someone your flower you must have known them for more than a day? Do you really have any right to say that?”

“Shaddap. But I mean, I’m not a girl, why does he even try?”

“I don’t think he knows that himself. Maybe he’s just lonely and lovesick. The guy literally said he fell for you, the least you can do is give something in return.”

“Are you done?” Dean asked sarcastically but seemed unaware of how sad he looked himself.

“So what’re you gonna do with him? Are you just gonna let him hide in your room forever?”

“No, he can’t stay here. I mean, I’m not… No, he can’t stay here. But we can’t just kick him out either. He can’t take care of himself. You should see him, dude, he’s helpless.”

“Aw, poor thing, he’s lost without you?” Sam couldn’t help joke as Dean sounded like they were discussing the end of the world, and Dean grimaced.

“Will you shut up? I’m serious, I don’t know what to do.”

“Then don’t. Just take the day off and get to know him. See what he thinks and what he want. 'Cause it’s not like either of us can decide over him.”

“Yeah right. I can’t just take the day off. I’m already hanging by a loose string as it is. But… He can’t be alone the whole day either.”

“I assume this is where you ask me to baby-sit your responsibility?” Sam sighed, immediately knowing what was going on.

“You make it sound like I do it all the time.”

“What do you think happens after you leave all your one-night-stands behind in the morning? You’re fleeing the scene now too. Is he just another one of them? I’m surprised though, this’ the first time it’s a guy…”

“Shutit! I’ll take care of this when I get home tonight just… please give him some food and make sure Bobby doesn’t see him okay?” It’d caught Sam off guard, but the rare true honesty Dean had asked him with didn’t last longer than that sentence. “It’s not like you have anything better to do.”

“Yeah,” Sam ironically said, raising an eyebrow, “my summer assignments is not at all taking up all of my time nowadays?”

“Great!” Dean settled with slamming his hands loudly together, and Sam knew he’d loosed the battle over his day when Dean started backing away. “I gotta go. Thanks a lot Sammy.”

“Hey, no! I really do have…”

“Stop bitchin’, clever boy like you can afford a day without studying.” Dean winked cheesy and disappeared down the stairs with a final farewell yelled over the shoulder. “See ya tonight.”

Sam sighed, releasing all the unsaid protests in the breath. “The story of my life.” he thought and walked into Dean’s room, closing the door after himself. Castiel was sitting on the mattress on the floor still halfway under the covers, looking like some abandon puppy wanting to steal the leftovers of its owner’s warmth. For a moment Sam feared he was naked since his upper body was bare and fretted about just what he’d interrupted, but a pair of jeans were visible there above the covers. But still, why was he half naked anyway?

“Good morning.” Sam smiled in an attempt to sound consoling since the angel obviously had hoped it would be Dean who came back.

“Where is Dean?”

“He had to go to work. Didn’t he say goodbye to you?” Castiel didn’t answer in words but in the way his eyes disappointed fell to the covers in his lap. Sam cursed his brother for being an asshole even towards an angel.

“Well, looks like I’ll be your company for the day. Want to come over to my room? It’s a lot more tidy than in here. And it’s really cold in here, don’t you have any more clothes?”

“This blanket.” Castiel said and picked up said blanket off the floor.

“Guess we have to do something about that, don’t we?”

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Dean was halfway through an oil shift on a run down Subaru 78, at the time he heard John calling for him. It had taken an unusually long time to do it, like most of the work he’d done that day. Something that hadn’t been missed by his colleagues and, even worse, his boss. He wasn’t stupid. Of course his lack of concentration was due to the fact that the memories of that morning kept popping up every other minute catching him off guard. He really needed to get rid of that angel as soon as possible if he wanted to keep his sanity. His sexual orientation, well, that was already out the friggin window, this was just sealing the deal.

Wiping his hands on a rug, he found John and Mike at the open carport where the midday sun shined warmly over the outside street. It was a rather nice day and Dean had to blink several times to adjust his eyes from the dark garage to the sunlight. He was happy for the break and joined Mike where he was leaning against the hood of a VW, handing him a beer.

“What’re you doin’?”

“You’ve seen that guy before?” John said and broodingly took a sip on his own beer. Dean followed their eyes to where they both were looking across the street. At first he didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary on the calm but noon active street, so Mike pointed upwards to the flat roof of Phyllis’ diner right across from the garage. Dean felt like his stomach fell through a pit and then ran all the way back up to hit the bottom of his lungs, taking his breath away. There was a man standing on the roof there and he was most definitely dark-haired and had unmistakably dark wings folded against his back.

“What the…”

“A weirdo.” John said, shaking his head in agreement with that statement.

“He’s been standing like that there for like half an hour now.” Mike informed the thunderstruck Dean, then turned back to address John. “Do you think he’s one of them jumpers?”

“Not high enough for suicide if you ask me.”

“Yeah… Maybe he’s a carnie. Or from some kind of circus-thing. With them wings I mean. Whadda you think, Dean?”

It was impossible but it couldn’t be anyone other than Castiel and Dean felt panic starting to boil under his skin. This was bad. Really, really bad. All he could think about was to get that brainless angel out of there. He remembered saying something like “someone’s gotta get him down” before storming out into the street. Dean noticed some other people also looking or pointing up at the “weirdo” on the roof but luckily enough it hadn’t escalated into a commotion yet. Castiel followed his strained order to take the backstairs down, meeting him in the seemingly empty alley next to the diner.

“What the hell’re you doin’ here?” Dean hissed while pushing them as far down the alley and out of sight from the street as possible.

“You are angry.” Castiel said, looking very disappointed.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Cas! Don’t state the obvious all the time. You can’t just run around town like this. People isn’t used to seeing angels, who knows what might’ve happen! Where is Sam?”

“Sam said he had to meet a friend.”

“That sonova…”

“Sam made me this shirt.” Cas interrupted while straightening the fabric of a dark blue button up shirt, altered with stretchy enough holes on the back to fit the wings. It actually fitted him so perfectly that it caught Dean off guard, somewhat lessening the anger for a moment.

“Then… How did you get here?”

“I flew.”

“With your wings?”

“Yes, it was nice to stretch them…”

“Well, that’s just even better!” Dean exclaimed ironically, but right after he jolted and froze as a door opened a few yards away. It looked like the person coming out was a cook from the diner who went outside for a smoke, humming a little as he watched the activities out on the street with his back to them.

On edge as he was, Dean almost jolted again as he suddenly felt two hands on his hips and turned his face back to the angel standing in front of him, backed up against the wall.

“I wanted to see you.” Castiel murmured and leaned his forehead against Dean’s shoulder, his wings hanging slumped behind him. “I am sorry for making you angry.”

Dean cursed inside and stepped back a couple of steps to get free, not meeting Castiel’s eyes again. He waited for the cook to finish his smoke and go back inside, before talking again.

“Look, we need to get you home. My car is behind the garage, I’ll just go get it and then I’ll meet you back here again. Don’t move, ok?”

When he finally looked back at Castiel he was staring at the ground, just nodding in response. Seeing this, Dean cursed again but this time for a different reason. This was all Sam’s fault and he was gonna hear about it.

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After smuggling Castiel upstairs to Dean’s room and spending some awkward silent hours locked up alone, Sam finally got back home and walked straight in, clearly expecting to only see Castiel in there.

“Yeah, surprised to see me, huh?” Dean muttered but couldn’t for some reason muster up the same amount of anger at his brother that he had felt earlier.

“What’re you doin’ home?”

“Guess who came to see me at work today?”

“Who?” Sam still didn’t get that something had happened and Dean gestured roughly towards the third person in the room, sitting stiffly on the other side of the room as if he had been ordered to stay there on the mattress.

“Hello Sam.” Castiel greeted on cue, yet still kept a low profile with sideway glances at Dean’s direction.

“Nooo…” Sam exclaimed in horror and Dean sighed at the slow reaction.

“Yeah.”

“But… I… How?”

“He flew out the window. ‘Cause you left him alone. Where were you?”

“I… I met with Jess…”

“Yeah, I figured that much.”

“Hey!” Sam threw out, immediately in defense mode as he normally turned over to when it came to Jess. “You’ve no right to blame me on that. I’m not a babysitter, dammit.”

“I know.” Dean just agreed and Sam’s sudden anger just as suddenly ran off him at the sight of Dean surrendering the argument.

“Jess and I had a study date and I had to go, that’s all. But since we’re on the topic, I asked her about what she thought on Castiel.”

“You did what!?” Dean exclaimed, outraged.

“Calm down. I just asked her about what she knew of fallen angels. She’s taking a theology-class during the summer and I thought she might be able to help us figure some stuff out. And last night I searched the internet and found a couple of weird homepages about it. There’s some that’ve actually seen other angels on Earth as well but there’s also a lot of weird theories about how it’s the end of the world and stuff. Anyway, it seems like you might not be the only one on Earth that this has happened to as we thought.” Sam concluded and successfully caught Castiel’s attention.

“I believe others have fallen before me.”

“Oh, so you knew?”

“Yes. But I would have never thought I would be one of them.” As Castiel once again lowered his eyes to the floor and Sam looked at Dean, he saw that the meaning of those words were effecting them both in a depressing way.

“Have you talked to him?” Sam whispered and Dean scowled uncomfortably at him.

“About what?”

“About what your intentions are? Actually about what both of your…”

Dean finally got an excuse to leave the room when his phone started buzzing in his pocket, thankfully cutting Sam’s questions off.

Dean could already guess who it was and he took the roaring yells of his boss out in the corridor where no one could see him. And he was glad for that. Even though he didn’t get fired, his boss was making damn sure to make it clear that this was one of the last times he went through trouble because of Dean’s habit of not being there when he should. When he’d been told that the conversation was over and been hung up on, he leaned against the wall behind him and sighed heavily. He’d been in shit before but never like this where he actually cared about keeping the job or not. Cause this time it wasn’t just completely his fault. Or at least to him it didn’t seem to be.

A few steps away from him the door opened and he really didn’t want to talk or see anyone right then, especially not any friggin angels. But of fucking course, Castiel stepped out and closed the door carefully behind him.

“What?” Dean exclaimed irritated, when he just stood there with a worried frown on his face. “What do you want?”

“You are angry.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking angry! I almost lost my job cause I had to tow your sorry ass home. So thanks a lot.”

“I…” Castiel started hesitantly and flickered with his eyes. “I believe my presence here isn’t wanted.”

“What? Who said that?”

“No one has said it, but I believe you wish I wasn’t here. It seems to me that you would be relieved if I left. I will only say goodbye to Sam before I go.”

As Castiel headed back inside his room, Dean was about to protest when he realized nothing came out of his mouth. The problems would actually all solve themselves that way. This was certainly what he had wished for and he would no doubt be relieved. Originally he had planned to sit down with the angel and have a serious talk about him going back to Heaven where he belonged, but this solved that too. Everything would be so much easier in his life and it would go back to normal rut again.

So he did what anyone would do in a situation like that. He went out and got hammered out of his wits.