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catyuy gave me ages ago. And it didn't turn out ... six kisses, and only two, possibly three, have anything remotely resembling romance about them. *sighs heavily* I'm a strange, strange person, alright?
Title: Five Times Someone Kissed Castiel, and One Person He Kissed
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Haniel(Anna), Uriel, Claire Novak, Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, Dean. Possible Cas/Anna, Cas/Uriel, Cas/Gabe, Cas/Dean, depending on how you read it.
Summary: Once in farewell, once in welcome. Once in forgiveness, once in mercy. Once in desperation, once in hope. Six kisses.
Wordcount: 1065
Warnings/Spoilers: Goes from before S4 to after 5x22. Specific eps inc 4x10, 4x16, 4x20, 4x22/5x01, 5x08 and 5x22. Um. Melancholy?
Disclaimer: Not mine
catyuy gave me ages ago. And it didn't turn out ... six kisses, and only two, possibly three, have anything remotely resembling romance about them. *sighs heavily* I'm a strange, strange person, alright?Title: Five Times Someone Kissed Castiel, and One Person He Kissed
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Haniel(Anna), Uriel, Claire Novak, Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, Dean. Possible Cas/Anna, Cas/Uriel, Cas/Gabe, Cas/Dean, depending on how you read it.
Summary: Once in farewell, once in welcome. Once in forgiveness, once in mercy. Once in desperation, once in hope. Six kisses.
Wordcount: 1065
Warnings/Spoilers: Goes from before S4 to after 5x22. Specific eps inc 4x10, 4x16, 4x20, 4x22/5x01, 5x08 and 5x22. Um. Melancholy?
Disclaimer: Not mine
Five Times Someone Kissed Castiel, and One Person He Kissed
1) Haniel (Anna)
Before Haniel left, before she had ...mutilated herself and thrown herself from the Heavens in search of ... something ... before she had done that, she had come to him. Castiel hadn't known why, at the time, hadn't understood why him, or why then. But she had come to him, and she had pressed her Grace against his, touched his face gently with hers, and simply held there, for a time. Simply stood, while he wavered in confusion, simply touched him, only once, in that small and simple way.
It was only days later, when she had torn out her Grace, when she had fallen to Earth as a simple soul ... it was only then that he realised that Haniel, that Anna, had been saying goodbye.
2) Uriel
The campaign in Hell had been long, and costly. So very costly. So many left behind, so many brothers lying slain in their wake. But they had won. They had accomplished their goal. Though Castiel hadn't understood, really, why the soul he had gripped between his hands and pulled into the Light was worth it, why the human was so important, nevertheless he felt that thrill. That hard, rich thrill of victory and pain and grief, so powerful it hummed through his Grace, pulsed in his soul. So strong that when Uriel came to him, embraced him, he hadn't even the distance to be surprised. When his brother wrapped around him, an angel stained by Hell, and welcomed him home with a hungry press of Grace and the warmth of a breath they shared between them, he wasn't surprised, only fiercely, desperately happy.
It was only months later, when his brother stood against them with the blood of angels on his hands, that Castiel understood it had not been him that Uriel had welcomed home.
3) Claire Novak
Castiel had not been ... well, when he answered Claire Novak's desperate prayer to save her father. After what Zachariah had done ... he had not been well. He had been tattered, and hurt, and quietly terrified, and more than a little enraged, and in those first few seconds while he inhabited the child's fragile form, he had been ... less than gentle. Less than kind. Though he shielded her while he destroyed the demons, though he shielded her in part from his own remaining wounds ... he had not been gentle. No more than he had been with her father, really. He had understood Jimmy's anger, for that.
But when he had passed from her, when he had answered her father's prayer once again, accepted Jimmy's sacrifice ... When he had passed from her, she had made a gesture. Amorphous, between souls, but he had seen the intent behind it. Claire ... had tried to kiss his cheek, as he passed. She had tried to wish him well.
And that ... even now, even after everything, Castiel still did not understand that.
4) Chuck
There were times when Castiel still wasn't completely sure that what he thought had happened, in those terrible moments between Raphael falling on him and the plane, actually had. Between the rush of agony before, and the rush of desperation and determination afterwards, he couldn't look back on it with any sense of certainty, with any hope of surety. But he thought ... In the moments between, as he was so suddenly made whole, he had thought he felt something. The press of lips against his forehead, the touch of something vast and caring against his Grace. For a moment, that was what he thought he felt.
When he had opened his eyes, with the knowledge of the Winchesters' peril fresh and startling and driving in his mind ... there had only been the fearful, desperate face of Chuck Shurley, Prophet of the Lord, hovering above him. When he opened his eyes, all he'd known was doubt and the urgent need to protect his charges. But now ... now he wondered. Now he looked back on those moments in between ... and wondered.
5) Gabriel
When something snatched him forcibly away as Dean and Sam climbed into the Impala, the sound of the fire alarms from inside the warehouse still ringing in their ears, Castiel had reacted as if it were an attack. Another attack. He twisted, breaking the hold on his shoulders and pulling both himself and his assailant out of the air, catching the smaller body and slamming it back against a wall. He moved to pull back, to shove away, and hands seized his arms with fierce, terrible strength, and Castiel found himself staring down into Gabriel's damp, desperate face. He blinked, and froze, and in that second Gabriel surged upwards in his grasp and pressed his lips against Castiel's. In that second, the archangel kissed him, a rough tangle of Grace and desperation and yearning, and for a second Castiel found himself returning it. For a second, he found himself kissing back, brother to brother, in sheer instinct.
For a second. Then he flinched, in something like shock, and Gabriel pulled away. Then the archangel pulled back, and smiled sadly into Castiel's confusion for one desperate moment, and was gone. And that once ... Castiel could only wish he hadn't understood.
And 1) Dean
The first night after the apocalypse ended, Dean slept alone in a crappy motel room, on the way to fulfilling a promise. Castiel had said goodbye hours ago, or as much of a goodbye as he could bear to say to Dean's face. He'd watched him pull up, watched him step out of the car that had apparently saved all their lives, watched him go to sleep. Now, he watched over his dreams. It was ... almost like old times. Almost a new beginning, as fraught as the first, and Castiel only came, only sat silently on the bed, because Dean couldn't see. Only leaned down to press his lips to Dean's forehead, to his mouth, because Dean couldn't feel. Only said goodbye, for now at least, because Dean couldn't hear.
Dean was right, he thought absently, as they breathed the same breath for a silent moment, between waking and dreaming. Dean was right. He did suck at goodbyes. But they had much ahead of them, and many choices yet to make, and hopefully ... hopefully, one day, Dean too would understand.
Until then, Cas would steal just one kiss goodbye.
1) Haniel (Anna)
Before Haniel left, before she had ...mutilated herself and thrown herself from the Heavens in search of ... something ... before she had done that, she had come to him. Castiel hadn't known why, at the time, hadn't understood why him, or why then. But she had come to him, and she had pressed her Grace against his, touched his face gently with hers, and simply held there, for a time. Simply stood, while he wavered in confusion, simply touched him, only once, in that small and simple way.
It was only days later, when she had torn out her Grace, when she had fallen to Earth as a simple soul ... it was only then that he realised that Haniel, that Anna, had been saying goodbye.
2) Uriel
The campaign in Hell had been long, and costly. So very costly. So many left behind, so many brothers lying slain in their wake. But they had won. They had accomplished their goal. Though Castiel hadn't understood, really, why the soul he had gripped between his hands and pulled into the Light was worth it, why the human was so important, nevertheless he felt that thrill. That hard, rich thrill of victory and pain and grief, so powerful it hummed through his Grace, pulsed in his soul. So strong that when Uriel came to him, embraced him, he hadn't even the distance to be surprised. When his brother wrapped around him, an angel stained by Hell, and welcomed him home with a hungry press of Grace and the warmth of a breath they shared between them, he wasn't surprised, only fiercely, desperately happy.
It was only months later, when his brother stood against them with the blood of angels on his hands, that Castiel understood it had not been him that Uriel had welcomed home.
3) Claire Novak
Castiel had not been ... well, when he answered Claire Novak's desperate prayer to save her father. After what Zachariah had done ... he had not been well. He had been tattered, and hurt, and quietly terrified, and more than a little enraged, and in those first few seconds while he inhabited the child's fragile form, he had been ... less than gentle. Less than kind. Though he shielded her while he destroyed the demons, though he shielded her in part from his own remaining wounds ... he had not been gentle. No more than he had been with her father, really. He had understood Jimmy's anger, for that.
But when he had passed from her, when he had answered her father's prayer once again, accepted Jimmy's sacrifice ... When he had passed from her, she had made a gesture. Amorphous, between souls, but he had seen the intent behind it. Claire ... had tried to kiss his cheek, as he passed. She had tried to wish him well.
And that ... even now, even after everything, Castiel still did not understand that.
4) Chuck
There were times when Castiel still wasn't completely sure that what he thought had happened, in those terrible moments between Raphael falling on him and the plane, actually had. Between the rush of agony before, and the rush of desperation and determination afterwards, he couldn't look back on it with any sense of certainty, with any hope of surety. But he thought ... In the moments between, as he was so suddenly made whole, he had thought he felt something. The press of lips against his forehead, the touch of something vast and caring against his Grace. For a moment, that was what he thought he felt.
When he had opened his eyes, with the knowledge of the Winchesters' peril fresh and startling and driving in his mind ... there had only been the fearful, desperate face of Chuck Shurley, Prophet of the Lord, hovering above him. When he opened his eyes, all he'd known was doubt and the urgent need to protect his charges. But now ... now he wondered. Now he looked back on those moments in between ... and wondered.
5) Gabriel
When something snatched him forcibly away as Dean and Sam climbed into the Impala, the sound of the fire alarms from inside the warehouse still ringing in their ears, Castiel had reacted as if it were an attack. Another attack. He twisted, breaking the hold on his shoulders and pulling both himself and his assailant out of the air, catching the smaller body and slamming it back against a wall. He moved to pull back, to shove away, and hands seized his arms with fierce, terrible strength, and Castiel found himself staring down into Gabriel's damp, desperate face. He blinked, and froze, and in that second Gabriel surged upwards in his grasp and pressed his lips against Castiel's. In that second, the archangel kissed him, a rough tangle of Grace and desperation and yearning, and for a second Castiel found himself returning it. For a second, he found himself kissing back, brother to brother, in sheer instinct.
For a second. Then he flinched, in something like shock, and Gabriel pulled away. Then the archangel pulled back, and smiled sadly into Castiel's confusion for one desperate moment, and was gone. And that once ... Castiel could only wish he hadn't understood.
And 1) Dean
The first night after the apocalypse ended, Dean slept alone in a crappy motel room, on the way to fulfilling a promise. Castiel had said goodbye hours ago, or as much of a goodbye as he could bear to say to Dean's face. He'd watched him pull up, watched him step out of the car that had apparently saved all their lives, watched him go to sleep. Now, he watched over his dreams. It was ... almost like old times. Almost a new beginning, as fraught as the first, and Castiel only came, only sat silently on the bed, because Dean couldn't see. Only leaned down to press his lips to Dean's forehead, to his mouth, because Dean couldn't feel. Only said goodbye, for now at least, because Dean couldn't hear.
Dean was right, he thought absently, as they breathed the same breath for a silent moment, between waking and dreaming. Dean was right. He did suck at goodbyes. But they had much ahead of them, and many choices yet to make, and hopefully ... hopefully, one day, Dean too would understand.
Until then, Cas would steal just one kiss goodbye.
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