Growing in the landscape

[ofthursday]

Who: Castiel and Dean Winchester
When: Ambiguously now (5/08)
Where: Mary and Dean's apartment~
Summary: Castiel and Dean need to talk about things. Lots of things.
Warnings: PG-13 for SPN characters, but these two aren't likely to do worse than argue at most.

Castiel hadn't seen Dean for awhile.

It wasn't a surprise, really; here, he could go some time without seeing any of the Winchesters. There were tons of reasons for this, and even if Castiel and Sam were beginning to reconnect after everything that had happened, they had a shared ground to move forward from. With Dean...

With Dean there was holy fire, and a broken friendship, and only Castiel knew that side of it. It was awkward, uncomfortable, and Castiel didn't know how to proceed with Dean or how not to; he didn't know what to do or say around him, and with the history of the times he'd been here before, he was even more uncertain.

But though he'd given some time before contacting Dean after what happened to John, it was about time to. And not just that, but they probably should talk about other things as well, as Castiel was sure by now that Dean knew at least part of what had happened with Sam, and Castiel wanted to know exactly what that was.

He appeared, as usual, in a flutter of wings, materializing in an instant a few feet from Dean, staring at him. At least some things never changed.

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"There are too many in close proximity. Beings that aren't made to coexist with each other, forced to with not even death certain to provide an exit." It was no surprise to Castiel that this place was even more tumultuous and surprising at times than their own world. At least they were used to that.

He understood Dean's feelings; if there was somewhere he could hide, he would be tempted. Unfortunately moving across the island would get Dean nothing in the end.

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"Yeah, I noticed," Dean's falling into old habits. Sharp replies and silence. He takes a longer than necessary swig of his beer and white knuckles the counter behind him.

He couldn't take care of everyone and here he felt like he had to. It was wearing on him. It showed in how he carried his weight and the expression on his face.

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"There is nothing to be done but learn to deal with it." Castiel is blunt and pragmatic as always. It sucks, but their lives always do and always will; this is a new situation but one that they can figure out. Castiel has, and he's certain Dean will as well.

[mulletrock]

"Everything about this place sucks," he complains but he changes his tone pretty quick. He finishes his beer and puts the bottle into the trash. "And the timelines are more trouble than they're worth."

That's a pointed warning that he didn't care and he didn't want to know. He had to deal with enough of that when it came to his Mom, Dad, and Ben. Sure, it's a little harsh, but he knows Cas'll understand that the last thing he needs is shit that hasn't happened yet to worry about.

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Castiel's beer is still half full in his hands; but he nods at Dean's words. He doesn't want to talk about what happened in his past and Dean's future, or the future Castiel knows awaits him at home. He'd refused outright last time it had come up with Sam, and that Dean doesn't want to know doesn't bother him.

"There are good points, but yes." This place does suck, but there are moments of peace as well.

[mulletrock]

"What good points?" Dean's not buying it. The only good thing about this place was that his Mom and Dad were around here but even that came with a handful of shit he didn't know how to deal with.

Dean walks off, holding up a hand to get Cas to stay where he is, and goes to check on Mary and Ben. Make sure they're okay.

When he comes back, he just looks tired.

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Castiel waits while Dean checks on Mary and Ben, and when he returns, he answers the question quietly. "There are risks, and there are threats, but it isn't a constant fight for survival here. There are moments of peace."

Something that have been so rare for him, especially over the last two years, with the war. The only breaks he'd had in that had been when he'd been with the Winchesters or Crowley, and that had always been for some pressing reason as well. Standing around talking, drinking beer, is something he hasn't had the luxury of at home for a long time.

[mulletrock]

"Guess it still beats the apocalypse, no matter what goes wrong here," Dean's not even all the way down the hall when he replies to Cas. Part of the hunter good was sharp senses and he heard while he was tucking Ben back in. He had a habit of kicking off his blankets.