Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-16 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, castiel, dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester & Castiel
Where: Their hotel room.
When: March 4, 2021 - early morning
What: Cas is powerless.
Status: Complete
Warnings: None
As was usual, Cas had done his nightly wandering of the hotel, stopping to play a few games of pool, to bowl a little bit even though he said he wouldn’t again), a little light reading. Just random things that kept him inside the building and close to Dean, whom at times he was paranoid about being taken away from him. He wasn’t sure he could deal. It took a lot of his will to sleep, or even to just render himself unconscious enough to pretend, so he didn’t do that often even though he enjoyed, very much, the way it felt to be in Dean’s arms when he slept, to feel his warm breath against his neck or sometimes hear his soft mumbles as he talked in his sleep, Not to say he wouldn’t pop in every so often to check on him, just a quick look, before he was gone again. Being in the room when he woke up was something that Cas adored. Dean was so soft looking, all sleep rumpled and wanting his coffee, which, thanks to Sam’s generosity, he could even get for himself now even though Cas loved doing small things like that. This morning was going to be no different, and he took the book he had been reading about plants up to their room, and took a chair next to the bed, propping his feet up on the empty side as he relaxed himself to continue reading. For a little while it went that way. Dean would stir a little in his sleep and Cas would glance over at him, and then his eyes would return to the page and what he was reading. After a while, however, his normal routine changed a little - well, for him, a lot. He started to feel tired, sleepy, he recognized the sensation from when he was human before and thought that it was a momentary fluke, but when his eyes began to grow heavier and heavier, the teasing fingers of sleep caressing him, Cas’ book began to slip from his fingers, his head began to droop, his heavy eyes shut, and before he could stop himself or even realize what was happening, he was sound asleep. Chin against his chest, slow breathing - breathing - eyes shut, muscles loose, sleeping. For some reason, Dean found that since moving to the room with Cas, he slept better. He still tossed about and mumbled in his sleep, but generally, he felt much better when he awoke. Sometimes he would stir and sit up to look for Cas, only to fall right back into the bed and pass out. When he awoke that morning, he sat up slowly and ran both hands briskly over his face. Usually, Cas would have already said good morning and there would be coffee waiting for him, but today, there was none of that. His gaze scanned the room and he saw Castiel slumped over and passed out in a chair. “What the…” He scrambled from the bed and hurried over to his side. Dean reached out to grab his face in concern and tapped lightly against his cheek. “Cas, babe, wake up. Are you okay? Cas?” His voice grew louder and more concerned and he worried that something was wrong. Cas’ eyes snapped open when Dean touched him and for a second he was out of sorts and just blinked at him, before taking a calming breath through his nose before he turned his head and yawned. “I’m okay, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, still a little sleepy sounding as he patted Dean’s cheek and sat forward and up straighter. “I think I fell asleep for a second.” He turned his head and yawned into his hand and then ran that same sleepy hand through his hair, mussing it more than it was. He looked over at the table and realized what he’d just said. He didn’t just fall asleep. Not normally. This whole morning had to be a fluke because he didn’t feel anything but sleepy. And a little hungry. A lot hungry, actually. “I should turn your coffee on and then I’ll go and get us some breakfast.” He yawned again but didn’t move from his chair. “Did you sleep well?” He was tired. Castiel was tired. “I thought maybe-” he cut himself short and decided not to finish the sentence. Dean crouched down and picked up the book that had fallen to the floor, setting it down on the table next to Cas. “You feeling okay? What’s going on with you?” Angels didn’t get sick, right? “I think maybe you need some coffee more than I do.” He added and turned towards the coffee maker to make the other a cup. “Did you pass out reading a book? That’s not like you.” Jack had been sick, but he was also part human, not a full angel. Still, the possibility continued to linger in the back of his mind. “Maybe there’s a doctor here who can check you out?” Though, he doubted anyone was familiar with angel physiology. He grabbed the cup of coffee and walked back over to Cas, placing it in front of him on the table. “Here, drink up, maybe it will help pep you up.” Castiel sat straight up in the chair, fast, like lightning, and his eyes searched Dean’s face. He was tired, his body was tired, his back was aching and he had heard bones popping when he had sat up so fast. Inside, he felt… empty. He raised his hand to test his powers trying to create a spark or to emit some light from his hand and… nothing. He shook his hand and flexed his fingers. Nothing. There was nothing he could even “I don’t have my powers,” he said, mostly to himself, and then he repeated. “I don’t have my powers. My grace - I don’t feel anything.” Like when Metatron had stolen it, just empty, just - there was nothing. Except this time there was no Metatron. No grace and no powers. “I don’t need a doctor, I’m not sick,” he took the cup of coffee from Dean and held the steaming brew close to his face, inhaling deeply before gingerly taking a sip. Bitter and hot and strong, he tasted the drink itself, solely the drink, and not every single little molecule that went into making it. “I’d forgotten how strong coffee is.” “You don’t-” Dean stood there with a dumbfounded expression and blinked a few times. “Where the hell did it go? Did someone steal it when you weren’t looking? I mean, that’s not even possible, right? You’d be aware, unless...unless someone put a memory block on you.” It was way too early in the morning and he was already rattling off a list of conspiracy theories in his head. “We have to get it back, you need your grace, Cas.” He was worried now, concerned about what could happen if Castiel didn’t get his grace back. Dean reached up and ran both hands through his hair, pacing the floor in thought. “Do you want milk or sugar? I can go to the kitchen and get you some.” Cas didn’t drink coffee all that often and he had no idea how the other really liked it. After a moment of silence he walked back to the coffee maker and popped in a k-cup for himself. “Are you hungry or anything? I can make us some breakfast, if you want.” “If it were someone I’d be aware, yes. Unless it was an angel from our world specific spell or potion, I don’t think it would work on me either.” He stood and walked over to the mirror, checking his eyes and nose and opening his mouth - not really sure what he was looking for, but it all still looked the same to him as it had yesterday when he’d looked. He didn’t look any different at all, he just - felt different, and the more awake he became, the more he felt it. “I feel - like… I think the hotel did something, Dean, and I hope this is only temporary, like some of the other things it does.” He turned and took up the mug of coffee and took a sip, a little - was it happy? - that he could taste it, even though it was bitter on his tongue. There was something rich and smoky about it, and though he often tasted the essence of coffee when he kissed Dean there was something to be able to actually taste it yourself. “I'm pretty hungry, though,” he admitted, and his stomach growled as if on cue. Cas hadn’t eaten and been sustained by food in years - when he was human for those three months. “Great, I’ll make us breakfast!” He replied cheerily and grabbed his cup of coffee from beneath the maker. “Eggs, french toast, pancakes...well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. You’ll probably enjoy anything I make.” Dean took a sip of coffee and mused over the possibilities in his head. Part of him wanted to wow Cas, but he also knew that the other was incredibly hungry. “Maybe it is the hotel, I wouldn’t really be surprised.” He added, his fingers clasped around the mug as he took another sip of coffee. “Okay, well, I’ll put some shoes on and head to the kitchen.” Dean moved slowly to the bed and sat down to pull his boots out from under the bed so he could lace them up. When he had finished tying his boots he took another drink from his coffee and stood to grab his robe. He didn’t feel like getting dressed just yet and it was super comfy, plus, it reminded him of Sam. “I’ll be back in like, ten minutes, I’ll just make some eggs and bacon.” He pressed a quick kiss to Castiel’s lips and made his way out of the room, coffee in hand. He returned with a large tray holding scrambled eggs, poached eggs, fried eggs, and sunny side up eggs with multiple slices of toast with jam and butter, accompanied by breakfast potatoes, sausage, and of course, plenty of bacon. “If you’re still human tomorrow, I promise to make you a better breakfast. I just wanted to get you fed before you got hangry at the world and did bad things.” Dean laughed at the thought and set the tray down on the table. Dean seemed excited to make him breakfast and Cas couldn’t help but grin at the sound of his voice and the look on his face. Cas was going to go downstairs and help Dean, but since he seemed to want to take care of him, who was Cas to deny him? He understood how that felt,, and he was just going to dress and wait for Dean to come back so they could have breakfast together. Like two real humans. Dean’s parting kiss didn’t last long enough, though. As he brushed his teeth, he laughed as he looked at his reflexion in the mirror, thinking back to a time when the toothpaste and toothbrush thing had been beyond his understanding and it had seemed like the more toothpaste he had, the cleaner his mouth was. That was when Metatron had taken his grace, personally, and sent him back to earth with nothing and no one to help him, leaving him the most vulnerable creature he had ever been. He knew Metatron had been the one to take them before, but where were they now? Who had taken them this time? Would he get them back intact this time, or would he again be half the angel he had been? Would he get them back at all? He didn’t change his clothes yet and remained in the band t-shirt and pajama pants he had borrowed from Dean last night, and after he rinsed Dean’s mug to make him a fresh and hot cup of coffee, he gazed out of the window. He could feel this, the absence of his grace. The longer he was without it, the more he felt the loss. Even his wings were… Before he finished the thought, he heard the door open, signaling Dean’s return and he trend around to greet the sound, crossing over to the table Dean was heading towards. Cas’ mouth dropped open a little as he took in everything that was on the tray. “Wow,” he said, grinning at Dean as he placed the tray on the table. He was so… incredibly touched that he would do all of this, for him, just because. He wouldn’t even roll his eyes when Dean used the word ‘hangry’ at him. “A better breakfast? It gets better than this?” He sounded a little shocked as he looked over the tray and snagged a piece of toast. Before he bit into it, he walked to Dean and gave him a longer, deeper good morning kiss. “Thank you. I won’t get hangry, promise. I love this.” “Damn straight I can give you a better breakfast than this. I mean, there’s eggs benedict, omelettes, waffles, pancakes, french toast, crepes. I mean, the possibilities are endless, really.” Sure, he could make Castiel breakfast at any time, but he wasn’t able to appreciate it the same way. Dean smiled brightly as Cas pulled away from the kiss and he moved to join him at the table, taking a seat next to him. He grabbed an empty plate and once Cas was finished taking what he wanted, Dean filled up his plate. “I can make you anything you want. So long as I can find a recipe for it. I’m sure there’s at least one book in the library.” Maybe that was something he could look into. He did have plenty of free time along with more than enough willing participants to eat whatever he cooked. He would think about that later, though. Right now he was focused on eating breakfast with his man. “I’ll make us burgers for lunch, and I’ll figure something out for dinner.” He added excitedly, taking a long drink from his cup of coffee. “Do you even have any favorites from when you were human? Like, favorite things to eat or whatever?” Half of the things Dean was naming Castiel had never heard of, the other half he had heard of but had never seen. He was fine with just the breakfast Dean normally made, that was way beyond his expectations and way above anything he could do himself (Dean must really love him to eat his fare a lot of mornings), but his excitement was contagious, and when he’d had the human experience before there was no opportunity to experiment with the food flavors he could now really taste like they were meant to be tasted, there wasn’t time to experience and experiment with sex or alcohol or learning how to actually swim or ride a bike or any of the other things that he was curious about finding out what his human body could do. Of course he wanted himself back, his wings, but he had done this before and now - maybe he could do it right. “You can feed me anything, I’ll try it, except broccoli. We had that at the shelter often, and it was disgusting.” Cas looked at Dean like he hung the moon as he talked, he was - touched that he thought enough of him to want him to enjoy things like that. Even if it was just food, it was the meaning behind it all that meant everything. “I’m pretty unused to different things. I do know how much I enjoyed burgers - how I still do - and peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches. Frozen burritos. Gas station food. But maybe this time around we should expand my palate. I can do it better this time.” “Ah, but have you ever tried broccoli covered in cheese sauce?” He questioned with a devious grin. “With some cheese sauce, everything tastes delicious. Aside from kale, maybe. That would still be like eating weeds with cheese.” Dean remarked with a slight scowl, shaking his head at the mere thought of such a thing. “I will dazzle you with my culinary skills and you will be amazed.” He didn’t consider himself to be a pro, but he had certainly come a long way from cooking things out of a box for Sam. When they finished up breakfast, Dean rose from the table and gathered the dishes onto the tray so he could take it back to the kitchen later. “Now, I think it’s time for a shower…” he added, grinning from ear to ear as he tossed his shirt off and made his way to the bathroom. |