Thread: Dave goes to the future
Who: Dave, future!Cas, future!characters What: Dave gets struck by lightning, ends up in the future. Where: future!Bat-Cave, NYC. In the future. When: July 17th, 2017 Warnings: TBA, but probably angst and violence towards video games
Dave felt...floaty, like he was on his back in a swimming pool. But how could he be? He was in the backyard, with Sherlock. No. He'd been going inside. What then?
He was warm, and he could feel the sun shining on him. Was he under Cas' sunlamp? He must have fallen asleep with him. But why couldn't he remember?
There were noises, too. Cars, lots of cars, but faint like he was far above them. The whoosh of the wind, but not as strong as it should have been, with the storm. Clucking, what the fuck? Purring, deep vibration through his chest, and the panting of a large dog. And a voice, a voice that he'd know anywhere.
"Daaaaaaaaave...Dave if you don't get up I'll throw your Final Fantasy game in the garbaaaage. After I smash it with a hammerrrrrrrr."
"Castor don't you fucking dare." Dave forced his eyes open and then immediately had to shield them with his hand. "Fuck, turn your sun lamp off, dude."
But. Wait. Something was wrong. He was outdoors - the grass underneath him told him that - so he should be wet and cold and not have the lamp over him. The pressure on his chest was Naum, he knew that, but he was much too big to be their silly kitten. And the panting, he guessed, was Sherlock, but it sounded like he was way too big too. And Cas...
Well it was Castor's voice, no doubt, but it was deeper, huskier. And he sounded happy, like really fucking happy, like Dave hadn't heard him sound for months. Dave...Dave was confused. So still shielding his eyes, he opened them again and pushed himself up.
Naum - definitely way too big - jumped off his chest and instead ran to the figure sitting on a bench a little ways away. But...where the fuck was he? Dave looked around, finding himself in...a garden. One of the most beautiful gardens he'd ever seen. He couldn't even begin to name most of the flowers, and the grass was so bright and green. There were little pathways winding through everything, around the flower beds, into a vegetable garden, to the chicken coop - ah, clucking - and even down to what looked like a miniature orchard.
Okay, color him confused. He looked over at the figure to maybe start to get an explanation out of him and had to do a double take. Because...Cas? Oh it was definitely Cas, Dave could see the tattoo. But...that wasn't his Cas. He was all bulked up, like seriously could probably bench press his own weight. His hair was a little longer and it kept blowing into his eyes. His face was more angular, more grown up. He was grown up, just in general, and was probably about as tall as Dave. Hell, he could probably pick him up and carry him around. What the fuck.
A wet nose nudged at his face, and Dave turned just in time to be licked by a massive German Shepherd. "Sherry? What the fuck?"
Sherlock barked and pounced, knocking him back down and licking all over his face. Dave heard Cas laughing and pushed the dog away a little, staring at him upside down.