[Castiel] Thursday's child has far to go. (childofthursday) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-02 01:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, castiel, sam winchester |
Who: Castiel & Sam Winchester
What: Meeting
When: Tuesday, July 30th
Where: The Law Offices of Weasley & Winchester
Rating: Low/None
Status: Complete
That Castiel did not know Sam Winchester yet was something that was heavy on his mind the last few days. He knew, of course, that the two brothers often seemed at odds -- it was more often than not that Dean seemed agitated about something that had happened during conversations with Sam. But Cas also knew that Dean would not be so bothered if he didn't care so much as he did.
It wasn't hard to find where Sam worked. He knew the other man was a lawyer, and from there finding his locale on the internet had been a matter of a simple google search.
It was already past five, and he hoped that wouldn't be a terrible issue when he stepped into the law offices, still dressed in his suit from work, and with a solemn expression.
Sam was in his office, finishing up some filing that he had left for himself to do. It was just past five, and he was looking forward to going home, but after wrapping up some things this week, he’d let the filing slide. And there had been problems in the past with things being mis-filed, something he was hoping that wouldn’t happen again. So, he had to do it himself.
Cas did not think to call out from the lobby, instead wandering through it to the little hall -- there were two offices and both had their lights on -- in one he spotted a very thin, bespectacled redhead. So clearly was that man not Sam Winchester, he moved on to the next office without a word.
This man -- tall, broad, hair a little too long. He must have been Sam. "Hello."
Sam jumped just slightly at the sound of the voice. He was getting lazy and sloppy. He spun around to look, and his jaw dropped a little. It was Cas. He knew Cas at first glance. “Oh. Hi.” He said, somewhat awkwardly. “Can I... help you?” So awkward. Why was Cas here? Was Sam supposed to... pretend like he didn’t know him?
Sam didn’t have to pretend that. In fact, Cas would make that clear in a moment or two. He was a little slow on socialization skills, but he was trying. “Hello,” he repeated, standing up a little straighter before stepping further into the room - either unaware of the fact or ignoring that he’d startled Sam. “Sam Winchester.” It wasn’t a question. “I expect you know me. I’m afraid I have yet to meet you in any dream or waking world. I thought that I should make amends and fix that. Considering.”
Sam set down the file he’d been holding on the top of the drawers, and turned to face Cas a bit better. “Ah, yes. Well.” He awkwardly brushed his hands on his pants, then stepped forward and offered Cas his hand to shake. “Yes. We should fix that.”
Cas regarded that hand for a moment before shaking it. Sam’s hands, he noted, were much larger than Dean’s. Sam in general was much larger than Dean. Broader. Wider. “Castiel,” he greeted, although it was clear that Sam already knew that. “I hope I’m not -- intruding.”
A lot of things about Sam were bigger than Dean. (You’re welcome, Deryn. /cough.) “Hi, Cas.” Sam said. He’d said the name so many times, this wasn’t anything new. Just, normally it was in his dreams when he talked to the angel. Not here in his office. “No no, not intruding. We’re family now.” ...yeah. That was a little weird.
It was a little weird. Cas licked his bottom lip thoughtfully while letting his eyes flit across the room, only to land on Sam again. Eye contact, and a lot of it, was waiting for the younger Winchester brother.
“We are,” he said after a moment, but then found he wasn’t certain what else to say. He contemplated on that for a short moment before rolling his shoulders in a movement that was as close as he really came to a shrug. “Dean speaks of you often.”
“Does he?” Sam asked. He moved around his desk now to take a seat. He wasn’t sure this was a standing conversation. He was actually a little nervous that he was going to get a scolding from Cas. He hadn’t exactly been the most supportive brother over the past few weeks. Aside from work, he hadn’t exactly been the best boyfriend, friend, or whatever, over the last few weeks, either.
There was another chair in the room, but Cas didn’t think to sit in it, not because he was trying to be rude, but because it honestly hadn’t occurred to him at all. He wasn’t here to yell or scold -- just to learn, meet, understand.
“He does,” Cas confirmed with a half of a nod. “I thought perhaps...” he tilted his head to the side, a little as if he were confused or curious. “We all share strange dreams. I think it would be prudent to be around more, so that we do not confuse ourselves with our other selves.”
“Yeah.” Sam said, steepling his fingers in front of his chin as he leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, all right. That sounds like a good idea.” He didn’t want to confuse this Cas with the one from his dreams, or have them think... he didn’t want them to think he was that Sam.
Cas wasn’t too worried about what his own opinion of Sam might be (then again, he had nothing to work off of yet -- he might be concerned later), so much as what Dean’s might be. It really always came down to Dean.
“Good. I am of the opinion that the two of you seem nearly estranged - I have no interest in placing blame anywhere so much as healing what can be. I think Dean is unsure of how to...” he paused here, narrowing his eyes and considering his next words intensely. “deal with you.” Dean did seem angry at his phone an awful lot.
Sam gave a bitter chuckle. “Nearly estranged.” He repeated, then shook his head. “No. He doesn’t know how to deal with me. He doesn’t know me. He’s been gone out of my life for the last decade, that’s all.” And Sam was tired of taking the blame for his lackluster relationship with his brother. It’s not like Sam was the one on the run, the one hiding, the one pushing people away.
“Listen, I’m glad he’s back. I really am. But it’s not like we’re going to go back to the way things used to be. The last time Dean and I spent any considerable amount of time together, I think my voice was about to drop.” A bit of an exaggeration, but poignant nonetheless. “We’re going to have to find some sort of new equilibrium, and it’s going to take time. We’ve both got some really crazy shit going on in our lives.”
Cas didn’t seem extraordinarily perturbed by this, and only gazed at Sam unblinkingly for a little longer than necessary. Well. He thought it was a good amount anyway.
“I’m aware.” he said, simply, because he was. “I am hardly placing the blame on anyone here.” Except maybe John Winchester, but that wasn’t any of his business to speak about, and hardly mattered in the exact moment. “My point is that he wants to know you. Dean is not … eloquently spoken by any means. Moreso, I should like to know you.” Castiel felt a little sickened by how many words he was giving up in order to make his considerations clear. It was easier with Dean, where he hardly needed to speak at all.
“I am proposing...” He blinked, flitted his eyes across the room, as if slightly embarrassed. “Dinner. Once a month? At my home. You can bring your girlfriend. I have heard she is very cheerful.”
Sam stared up at Cas for a moment. It was strange to look up at the man. After all, Sam was a head above almost everyone else in his dreams. Sometimes he felt like the Iron Giant. No wonder they all called him sasquatch. In any case, he stared up at Cas for a moment as he considered it.
“Dinner once a month sounds great.” He said. He wanted to get to know his brother better. And his brother’s husband. And to get Deryn out of the house. Sometimes it felt like they just hung around at her place or his place, baking, brooding and having lots of sex. It was great for them, but he wanted to give her more. “I’ll definitely bring Deryn.”
"I'm glad." Castiel didn't look glad, though. But that was only because he forgot that smiling was a requisite for things like that sometimes. He'd never been very good in social situations. "If there is anything you or your girlfriend don't eat, you should let Dean or myself know ahead of time, and I will do my best."
He paused, as if considering, and then gave a nod. "I'll let you get back to work. It was good to meet you."
Sam stood from behind his desk. “We eat anything.” He said. Honestly, they could just pick around things according to preference. He didn’t want Cas or Dean to have to go to any special trouble. “...Right. It was good to, uh... meet you... too.” He’d met Cas in his dreams so many times, it was very strange to say. But he meant it. The good part.
Cas did smile then, just a little quirk on the side of his lips, but it would have to be enough. “Good,” he said and gave a nod. “We’ll make plans, then.” And then he turned to leave, feeling accomplished.