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07 May 2011 @ 02:10 pm
The Post-6x20 Fix-It Commentfic Meme!  

Last night's episode of Supernatural left a lot of us with holes burning in our hearts. Relationships needing to be repaired, misunderstandings needing to be cleared up, cross purposes and priorities needing to be put straight... So here is a chance to get some closure while we wait for the season finale.

The Rules:
1) Leave a comment with a prompt or an idea.
2) Respond to others' comments with fic.
3) Any pairing or no pairing is welcome. Het or slash. Comedy, romance, fluff, drama, angst, even tragedy if that's what you're looking for.
4) Please leave feedback for fics that you enjoyed reading!
6) No wank or ship wars. Whining about how the ep made you sad is fine, but nothing that could be interpreted as an attack on other fans or ships.
7) Anon is OK. Smut is OK.
8) Feel better!

Pimping Code:
Tiptoe39: dean/castiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
Cas gets through to Dean somehow, makes Dean question his moral foundations.
Maxwell Arcturus: fandom;; beauty&beastcitiesfalling on May 7th, 2011 07:20 pm (UTC)
Okay, sorry, this kind of dovetailed off your prompt.
This is his chance, maybe the last one. Here, in the dark of night, watching Dean sleep like he has always done, Castiel understands that if he can't get through to him, he might never get another shot.

But when Dean wakes and they spiral dangerously towards an altercation, and Father above, Cas can see all the pain splintered in Dean's eyes, he knows he has to stop it now.

Castiel is a devout creature, it's how he's created, and any devout being will always have one option. So Cas drops to his knees and silences Dean entirely.

"Dean. Please. Let me explain." He mutters to the floor. He has stared down archangels and devils, demons and monsters, and he's not sure he can look up, but he does, and he can see that he has Dean's attention, as he always has.

"They keep dangling you in front of me, Dean. Everyone, always, they hold your life in front of me. Where am I supposed to go when every road, every. single. road. Ends with you dead at my feet? And with no one to blame but myself?" Dean looks like he's about to speak, but Castiel cuts him off. "I cannot do this without you. I do not know how I managed before, but I can't go back to that. If this is what I have to do to keep you alive, then I'll do it, and you can be angry and hurt, because you have every right to, Dean, but you have to understand. I did it, all of it, for you."

And he drops his gaze again and prays not to God above, but to Dean in front of him. And Castiel feels a hand tipping his chin up to see that Dean has knelt in front of him, and he presses his forehead to Cas', and whispers "I get it. What can I do?" and Cas can breathe again, he feels a little less like an angel lost on a dark road and more like someone whose prayer for help has been accepted.
Tiptoe39: gabriel - that was all metiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
Gabriel fixes everything. Do with that what you will :)
Tiptoe39: team needs hugstiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 06:13 pm (UTC)
Cuddling. Don't care who or how it happens, but cathartic cuddling :)
talli_approvedtalli_approved on May 7th, 2011 11:04 pm (UTC)
Cas watches Dean sleep, like he has many times before, but this time feels different. For one thing, he feels even less welcome because of the attempted angel sigils used in hopes of warding him off.

But when Dean wakes up and Cas reveals himself, what he sees surprises him. He is not unwelcome. Cas wonders if Dean purposefully made mistakes in the sigils but decides it doesn't really matter.

"I'm sorry," Cas whispers and Dean's face softens.

"Why didn't you come to me, Cas?" Dean asks, but this time it's not a defensive move and Cas feels real freedom to answer.

"I did." He moves closer to Dean, who sits up. "But I realized then how much I'd already asked from you. And you finally had the one thing you wanted. A normal life. I couldn't bear to take that away from you. Then Crowley approached me, and he offered me a way to defeat Raphael without involving you. I thought I could outplay him, I thought it wouldn't matter. When you became involved it got a lot more complicated. But it was too late."

Dean reaches out and grabs Cas' wrist, pulling him closer. "It's not too late. I can help you. We can help you. " Dean guides Cas down to the couch next to him.

"How?" Cas asks, following Dean's direction.

"We can help you find Purgatory. We can gather the Alphas."

Cas eyes Dean warily. "What about Crowley?"

"The devil you know, right?"

"Exactly my thought when I agreed to work with Crowley."

Dean sighs. "Yeah, well, now that I've had time to think about it, I guess I was more pissed about the lying and sneaking around than I was about you working with Crowley. I mean, I've done the same thing."

Cas' lip curls in half a smile. "Yes, you have."

Dean's eyes jerk to Cas' his index finger admonishing him. "Hey, don't get cheeky."

"I apologize." After a beat, Cas adds, "for all of it."

Dean shrugs. "Yeah, well, just don't let it happen again. Don't know what I'd do without you, Cas."

"You'd be dead," Cas deadpans.

Dean chuckles darkly. "Yeah, probably." He leans back into the lumpy sofa. "Take a load off, Cas. You've had more than your share of crappy days lately. Cas complies and they sit there for a long while, shoulder to shoulder.

Dean is the one to make the first move. He reaches his arm across to clasp at Cas' own arm, his body turning into Cas'. He braces himself for Cas to clench up, but it never comes. Instead, Cas reaches his other arm across to the mark on Dean's shoulder and Dean instinctively shudders.

"I'm glad you're here, Cas."

"You have no idea," Cas breathes out.

Dean falls asleep shortly after and Cas sends him into deeper sleep before maneuvering them so they're splayed across the sofa, Dean heavy on Cas' chest. He runs his hand through Dean's hair and this simple act, this melding of their bodies, it feels like redemption.
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Hils: Painhils on May 7th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC)
A throwaway line about Ruby from Dean has Sam realising he should understand better than anyone what Cas is going through. They meet up and hug it out.
She that is Mesweetsyren on May 7th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)
Seconded...like whoa.
rowdy_missusrowdy_missus on May 7th, 2011 06:18 pm (UTC)
Dean has a quiet little breakdown over Cas' betrayal (sitting by himself, trying not to cry, that sort of thing). Sam finds him. Epicly poignant brotherly hug, with Sam looking after Dean, because he's done the whole 'betrayal by someone you've trusted/fucked/loved (any combo)' thing.
Delanach: Sam Mystery Spot Hugdelanach on May 7th, 2011 09:04 pm (UTC)
Hope this is the kind of thing you were after!

“… you’re like a brother to me, so if I’m asking you not to do something, you gotta trust me, man.”

“Or what?”

“Well, I’ll have to do what I have to do to stop you.”

“You can’t Dean, you’re just a man. I’m an angel.”

“I don’t know, I’ve taken some pretty big fish.”

“Sorry Dean”

“Well, I’m sorry too, then.”

Dean stood motionless after the sound of Castiel’s wings faded away. He wished with all his heart that Cas hadn’t gone looking in the worst of places for help. There were too many betrayals, too many shocks for him to take in. He was on a rollercoaster that just wouldn’t quit. First Sam lied to him about Ruby, and everything the bitch had snared him up in, and now history was repeating itself with Cas and Crowley. He scrubbed a hand over his face and hung his head. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Dean?” Voice still rough with sleep, Sam padded down the stairs from where he’d been sleeping in what passed for a spare room at Bobby’s place. A cramped cot in a room stuffed to the gills with books wasn’t ideal, but Dean had made it clear he wanted some space.

Dean didn’t answer, didn’t know how to put anything into words anymore. He had to face up to the very real possibility that he might have to kill Cas, and it horrified him. He stood where he was as Sam got closer, close enough for Dean to feel the heat from his body through the thin cotton shirt, close enough for Sam’s breath to ghost over his neck.

“I heard you, talking to Cas, heard what you said.”

Dean nodded but stayed silent.

“I’m not trying to make excuses for him,” Sam went on. “And … I can’t forgive him for raising me from hell the way he did, but I know how it feels, to make all the wrong decisions because you think it’s the only way to make things right. To be in so deep you’re drowning in it and still think you can win.” And although Dean didn’t need to hear it, Sam also remembered how badly he’d felt, taken in by Ruby’s lies. He’d trusted her despite everything, convinced that he was doing the right thing, and hurting Dean so badly in the process. “I’ll never forgive myself for betraying you the way I did, and I know Cas must feel the same. I’m so sorry, Dean.”

Dean trembled as he fought to keep everything inside. Sam put his hand on Dean’s shoulder and turned him around. Dean tried to shrug the hand away, take a step back, but Sam followed him, and wrapped his arms around his brother, holding him tight. There was a second’s pause before Dean returned the hug, holding onto Sam as if he might never let go. Sam buried his face against Dean’s shoulder, whispering “I’m sorry” over and over as Dean’s grip tightened.

He wasn’t even sure what he was most sorry for. The pain that Dean was going through now, with Castiel’s betrayal so fresh and new, or the heartache he’d caused himself, and would never feel as if he’d atoned for.

Dean closed his eyes and clung to Sam and if Sam’s shoulder began to feel damp, it’s not something he would ever mention. When an exhausted, wrung out Dean began to sag in his arms, Sam pulled him down to the couch and curled around him the best he could, not letting go even when Dean slipped into an uneasy sleep.

He couldn’t take away the hurt and anguish, but he could give Dean this. A little comfort in a life of uncertainty and betrayal.

Unseen, Castiel watched for a moment longer, his eyes full of sorrow, then he was gone.
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Hils: Pretty Misha againhils on May 7th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
No matter what was said Cas can't bring himself to abandon Sam and Dean entirely. He keeps an eye on them and starts stealithy saving them without them knowing. Finally the boys catch a clue.
aerilexaerilex on May 7th, 2011 08:33 pm (UTC)
I...tried. I think it got carried away from me, though. (meekly gives):

It isn’t the correction of the inaccurate sigils on Bobby’s walls that does it (which Dean later finds himself feeling remarkably stupid for, considering that Cas told him about the sigils).

It isn’t the way their latest hunts seem to end too smoothly, especially the hunt for the wendigo Sam gets knocked into a tree and Dean gets thrown for a loop through about fifty yards of foliage. Both wake to find that the wendigo seems to have been incinerated by their homemade flamethrower lying nearby the pile of ashes, but neither can remember being the one to gank the thing. Chalking it up to head wounds and old age, they move on.

It doesn’t happen when Bobby finally finds a book that seems to have come from nowhere and contains some vague information about the angels and how to kill an angel if the need arises (and why should it, unless their Superman-gone-bad was feeling suicidal enough to hand them clues to his kryptonite?).

Strangely enough, though they must have gone through a dozen or two hunts and remained ignorant to the divine intervention—or, whatever, angelic intervention—thrown their way, it doesn’t happen for Dean until he looks Castiel in the eyes as Sam lies in the panic room broken and writhing from insanity. “You were family, once,” Dean says, eyes hard as he simultaneously begs and commands. “Help me save him.”

Then, watching the exhausted look on the angel’s face as he nods slightly and glances away toward the house, then Dean gets it. His face slackens with alarm and incredulousness as sudden comprehension dawns on him and—oh fucking shit you’ve been here the whole time haven’t you?

He doesn’t say anything. He simply watches as Castiel brushes his fingertips across Sam’s brow and reaches inside his brother to the shattered wall inside. His whole body trembles and light pours through all the cracks between angel and vessel, bringing tears and stabbing heat to Dean’s eyes until he clenches them shut. When the strange buzz of Grace recedes into silence, Dean blinks the colorful blurriness from his vision to find a room devoid of angels but full of SamSamSammy as his brother finally wakes up and gives him a puzzled frown and demands to know what the hell just happened and why he feels fluffy.

Dean gets it, but he doesn’t call the angel and doesn’t mention it to Sam until they get dragged into the whole damn thing by finding Crowley just days later.

Bobby, Sam, and Dean stare blankly as the demon and Raphael stand side-by-side while Castiel faces them from the far end of the room. Dean isn’t sure what they just walked in on, but he kind of thinks that someone turned on someone else. It’s become way too complicated for even him to follow, secret soap opera fandom be damned.

Dean can barely pay attention, the buzzing in his ears that always comes with the sound of thrumming Grace distracting him somehow. It feels…off, like something is tampering with his senses.

When he realizes that this is the same sound he heard from Castiel’s Grace the moment the Whore chanted that spell at him, he glances with alarm at Castiel, thinking of the strain on the angel when he had saved Sam days ago.

Castiel who impassively faces down Raphael and Crowley, who turns to Dean and Sam and Bobby and murmurs, obviously intending for these words to be his last, “I told you it wasn’t broken.”

And then Dean knows, like really knows—and he knows that Sam knows and that Bobby knows. That this, right here, this is the endgame for Castiel. This is the moment he’s been striving toward.

The angel strides forth toward his ending, murmuring what sounds like a prayer and throwing one arm out toward the humans.

And with the rush of ache in his middle that bespeaks of Angel Air, Dean finds himself, his brother, and their crotchety drunk father-figure standing somewhere outside the compound they’d just been occupying. Dean and Sam only have a split second to glance at each other in horrified understanding; then the screech of Grace shattering and the explosion of light spilling out of the building knocks them off their feet, hands grasping at ears and bodies curling for whatever protection they can manage.
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ZanyRainey: I Got Crazy On Mezanyrainey on May 7th, 2011 06:19 pm (UTC)
Cas visits Dean, Sam, and Bobby in dreams and shows them why he values each of their friendships.

*runs back to bed to cry some more*
Hils: My fandom has Mishahils on May 7th, 2011 06:20 pm (UTC)
Becky is distraught over the end of her new OT3. Chuck decides to intervene to stop her from crying.
Maxwell Arcturuscitiesfalling on May 7th, 2011 06:24 pm (UTC)
Chuck is God, and as awesome as the book sales are, all of this drama is harshing his writing. Cue a sit down with Cas & the boys to knock some sense into them.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 06:25 pm (UTC)
Someone was listening to Castiel as he told his story. Who was it, and what does that person do to help?
lea: supernatural anna/bb!cas comfortlovedlea on May 7th, 2011 07:19 pm (UTC)
surprise angel ftw?
"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again and expecting different results." Anna stepped out from behind a tree, cautious and curious and concerned. "But I'm pretty sure going off the map isn't helping anyone, Cas. Don't get me wrong, you weren't left with much choice, but I'm not sure that's the right one for you."

Cas watched her silently, the lump in his throat not unfamiliar. "How are you -"

"Not dead? You asked for a sign, didn't you? I opened my eyes and here I was, listening to you bare your soul."

"Angels don't have souls."

The tiniest of grins quirked at the corner of her lips. "Now we both know that's not true. Not in the traditional sense, but a heart can't break without one."

"Why are you here?" As far as signs go, this wasn't the clearest. Was he supposed to listen to her words? Do as she asked him to? Or was it her former actions he was meant to model himself after? Anything for the cause.

"It isn't the easiest decision, choosing to do the right thing." Anna moved over to the bench and sat down next to him. She grabbed his hand and threaded her fingers through his. "But you always come through, don't you? You've never done anything that wasn't for the greater good, you've never made any choice that didn't benefit everyone."

"And now?"

"And now you've forgotten how to listen to you heart. Go talk to Dean, just Dean, no outside influence. Listen to him. Let him help you find a solution that benefits everyone." Anna brought Cas' hand to her lips and kissed it gently. "And stop lying, you're not very good at it."

Cas didn't answer her at first. He didn't tell her what was in his heart because he wasn't sure he could find the words. Even talking to Dean was hard now. Part of him just wanted to crawl back to the way things were. "Are you staying?"

"Probably not."

"What am I meant to do?"

Anna released his hand and stood. She cupped his chin and tipped it so he would have to face her. "Listen to your heart." She leaned over to kiss his forehead and then she was gone.

Listen to his heart.

His heart was telling him to listen to Dean's.

Cas didn't feel any better about the situation, but at least now he had a direction that wouldn't lose him everything anyway.
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klutzy_girlklutzy_girl on May 7th, 2011 06:27 pm (UTC)
Chuck (God) shows up to knock some sense in Cas after he asks for a sign. He also manages to reunite Cas, Dean, Sam, and Bobby.
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Tiptoe39: team free willtiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 07:00 pm (UTC)
this went in a completely different direction. I blame your humping-Pooh icon.

The words rip, unbidden, from Castiel's throat. "Enough! I won't do it. Not anymore."

Crowley stares at him in abject horror. Raphael pauses, her hand still on the blade, as the angel she's been trying to kill stumbles forward onto his knees.

"I did this to save the world," Castiel whispers, broken words and tears staining the ground. "I did this because without it the people I loved would die. I can't. I can't shoulder that responsibility anymore. I beg you..."

...As the world speeds up and Raphael's fingers clench around the blade, as it comes sliding down toward the back of Castiel's neck... Dean's voice rising in a cry of protest in the background...

"Father... take it from me, take this pain, take this Grace..."

A flash of silver, and of white-- and then of a color that is white and black, light and darkness, and the scream of a dying angel--

Raphael crumples backward. Castiel raises his head in time to watch through his tears as her body hits the ground.

His shoulders wrench, and he turns.

Crowley gives a shifty little smile. "So that's what a demon can do with an angel's Grace," he declares with a shrug. "Always wanted to give one of those a test drive."

Dean and Sam rush him, but Crowley raises that open, glowing hand. "Uh, uh," he chides as they are rocketed backward. "I don't think you'll be bothering me any longer. Not while I've got this." The Grace glows, a ball of fire, spinning above his palm

"You son of a bitch."

"I just saved your arses," Crowley says. "And what's more, I've saved the status quo. We just won, you sorry closed-minded piece of dung. You get your world without end, I get my hell under my control, and heaven can just go about its own business."

"Give Cas his grace back, you--"

"Dean." Castiel's voice has summoned its former gravelly power. "I don't want it back."

"Huh?" In stereo, one from each side, each Winchester.

"I meant what I said. I'm done." He crawls, bleeding, the wounds not closing like they should, over to where Dean lies. "I'm done." His head falls to Dean's chest, a silent plea for acceptance.

"You-- you're just going to let Crowley keep your grace?" Sam's voice feels alarmingly distant.

"Of course he isn't," says a voice from behind them. Crowley coughs up a spurt of blood and falls forward. Balthazar tosses the Grace from hand to hand. "So, Cassie. What say I lock this up and if you ever need it, well... I suppose you can pray to me, hm?"

Crowley wipes the blood from his mouth and looks over his shoulder. "You rat bastard."

Balthazar cocks his head. "Part of my charm."

Dean takes the moment to get up, bringing Castiel with him and slinging an arm around his waist. "So what, that's it?" he says. "You're gonna trust those two dicks with heaven and hell?"

Castiel meets his eyes. There's mourning in his gaze, but it's the hope there that dries up the words on Dean's lips, causes him to frown and just wait for his newly human companion to speak.

"If something happens," he says, "we'll deal with it."

Dean grins, swallows hard, and wraps his other arm around Castiel, squeezing him into a tight embrace. Behind him, Sam comes up and lays a hand on Castiel's shoulder.

"Yeah," Sam says softly. "We will."

Together, the three of them walk away, leaving angels and demons behind.
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rowdy_missusrowdy_missus on May 7th, 2011 07:11 pm (UTC)
Somehow, Dean, Cas, Sam and Bobby get handcuffed together with angel-proof/whatever cuffs by Balthazar, and have to sit down and just TALK AND COMMUNICATE AND JUST BE HONEST AND SAY *EVERYTHING* THAT'S ON THEIR FRIGGIN' MINDS AND *LISTEN* TO WHAT THE OTHERS HAVE TO SAY!!!! Imagine that last bit in Crowley's pissed-off!voice....
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 07:14 pm (UTC)
no fill but
That truth goddess from 6x06 might be helpful right about now, eh?
Maxwell Arcturuscitiesfalling on May 7th, 2011 07:23 pm (UTC)
Dean manages about 24 hours before he's calling Cas to actually listen to what he has to say.
kianspo: Cas wait here thenkianspo on May 7th, 2011 10:20 pm (UTC)
24 hours later 1/3
“Okay, I give up,” Dean snaps, staring spitefully in the distant darkness of the night sky. “Cas, I know you can hear me, you son of a bitch. Show yourself. I want to” — he chokes on the word like it’s a piece of tofu – “talk.”

For a few moments, nothing happens. There’s no sound of the wings, just the cold wind wailing miserably as it sweeps across Bobby’s backyard.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Come on, Cas, don’t be a friggin’ coward. You wanted to explain, didn’t you? Well, I’m here.” He spreads his arms, a half-empty bottle of whiskey slipping precariously in his hand like a tipsy dance partner. “Show yourself and explain.”

“Would there be any point?”

Dean jumps, cursing under his breath. It’s been years really. He should have long gotten used to this.

Cas is standing almost ten feet away from him, a stark contrast with the days when explaining the concept of personal space to him had been an impossible task. It’s not respect for social niceties now, though, Dean thinks bitterly. It’s wariness. Cas is a friggin’ angel and he’s wary of Dean. Not afraid to die, but wary of getting hurt.

“You’re gonna shout at me from out there or what?” Dean shoots at him angrily, because Cas has no business being hurt. He’s the one who lied, not Dean.

Cas walks toward him slowly, eyes dark and bleak in the poor light. He takes a look at Dean’s face, and Dean scowls. He knows he looks like shit, not having gotten any sleep in the last 24, and barely any before that. He tilts his chin up, daring Castiel to comment, but the angel doesn’t say anything, just reaches for the bottle Dean is holding. Dean gives it to him, because why the hell not.

Cas takes a long swig, and something clenches tight in Dean’s chest, the image of the junkie he had once seen wearing Cas’ face springing into view, unbidden. He looks away and reminds himself that he shouldn’t care.

“Talk,” he orders briskly.

Cas hands the bottle back. “You already know everything.”

“Why’d you do it? Why Crowley, Cas?”

“There was a time when I could have asked you the same thing.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t.” Dean’s mouth quirks. “You were never there.”

“That is not true, and you know it.”

“I know no such thing!” Dean snaps, hauling himself up to his feet abruptly, glaring at Castiel. “You and your friggin’ war in heaven – that’s all you ever cared about!”

Cas doesn’t back down, not that Dean has expected him to. The angel steps forward, meeting Dean’s accusing gaze squarely.

“I don’t know what I could possibly say that would make you get this through your head, Dean,” he growls. “But it’s not my war any more than averting the Apocalypse had been.” He pauses and adds pointedly, “The first time around. Just because I chose not to involve you this time, doesn’t mean—”

Then why didn’t you?” Dean yells in his face. “In case you haven’t noticed, we got the job done the first time around – so perhaps it wasn’t completely out of line to – I don’t know – get us involved maybe?”

“And that is the crux of the matter, isn’t it?” Castiel asks, narrowing his eyes. “Why are you so angry with me, Dean? Is it because I work with Crowley? Or is it because I didn’t ask for your permission first?”

“Don’t you dare make this about me! This is about you – working with the devil!”

Edited at 2011-05-07 10:23 pm (UTC)
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caritas2008caritas2008 on May 7th, 2011 07:52 pm (UTC)
Ok not sure if this is aloud as it is not strictly Dean/Cas

Baltazar goes to Cas to convince him that Dean is right and they have to find another way to stop Raphael and they end up getting closer than either of them expected.

(Slash possibly Wing porn preferable)
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on May 7th, 2011 07:52 pm (UTC)
All pairings are welcome!
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