Sam Winchester (sammmy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-05 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, castiel, sam winchester |
Who: Castiel & Sam Winchester
When: Late August
Where: A diner
What: Lunch, chatting
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Cas still felt bad sometimes. That he didn’t really know Sam Winchester all that well. He’d been dreaming a bit more lately, and was under the impression in his dreams that Dean’s younger brother was up to something dark, something not quite right. He wasn’t certain what yet.
Castiel didn’t want to believe that was the case here, though. Which was why he wanted to get to know the other man better -- so he didn’t judge without any real cause because of the dreams. It seemed unfair.
Which was why he invited the lawyer out to lunch during his break. And why there were sitting across from each other at a diner, staring at menus.
Sam had no idea what to order. Honestly, he wasn’t all that hungry. Maybe just a salad. He ate just as healthy in this world as he did in the Dream world, though he sure ate a lot more muffins here. Especially when he was with Deryn.
Thinking about food was easier for Sam than thinking about how awkward this could be. His brother’s husband. Cas. The Cas from the dreams. Though, he had no idea how far this Cas had dreamed, or if he was dreaming at all.
Suddenly, Sam was really hoping that this Cas wasn’t dreaming at all.
Cas, as if somehow ethereally aware that Sam was thinking about him, looked up from his menu, expression as blank as ever, but eyes slightly curious. He stared for longer than he should have, and that probably would not surprise Sam in the least.
Not knowing what else to say for the moment, he went with an easy topic. “I think I will have a cheeseburger.”
The unusually long and deep stare of the other man wasn’t new to Sam in the slightest. He was used to it from the dreams. Sam gave a little sigh and turned his eyes back down to his menu. “Salad for me.” He said, then closed it and set it down on the table.
“Salad is good,” Cas agreed, as if his opinion mattered or was called for. “I usually prefer it, but occasionally red meat…” He shrugged, and then offered a tiny secret smile. “Don’t tell Dean. I so often make him eat health food.”
“I don’t blame you.” Funny that Cas could get Dean to eat healthy food. Sam never could himself. Even in the dreams where he felt like he had a little more pull over Dean than in this world. “Keep feeding him salads and hopefully his heart won’t explode.”
Dean didn’t have much of a choice in this world. Often, Castiel both did the grocery shopping and the cooking. He might not have been able to push soy milk on the eldest Winchester, but nothing was stopping him from using whole grain pasta.
“That’s the plan,” he agreed, solemn. “He indulges enough in pie. You should thank your girlfriend for us, please. She is very kind with her baking.” He liked that little blonde of Sam’s, even if she was scarily energetic.
Sam broke into a grin that had nothing to do with his current location or company. Just the mention of Deryn and he got this sappy, lovey-dovey, romantic look on his features. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes, and he couldn’t be happier with her. “I’ll make sure she knows. She loves to do it. I find her baking every time I go over there.” Which he was doing more often now. He had a key.
Cas noted the happiness on Sam’s face, and couldn’t help reflecting it with a smile of his own. He knew that look well because it was how he felt about Sam’s brother.
They ordered, and then Cas turned neatly to a cup of coffee, wrapping long fingers around it and cocking his head to the side. That smile had helped him, worried him less about the dreams and Sam in them (even if they’d yet to officially meet in them). “Will you marry her?” He wasn’t very subtle.
“Yeah.” Sam said with a nod. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation in his voice, in his body language. He absolutely was going to marry Deryn. He just didn’t know when. “Some day.” They weren’t even living together yet. One step at a time.
Cas nodded like that was just enough of an answer for him. That he even thought about marriage was strange, since he certainly never had before he’d met Dean. “Good. She seems to make you happy. She’s a very nice girl.”
“She does. And she is.” Sam said, grinning at the other man. He nodded once. “I’m in a pretty good place in my life right now.” Amazing girlfriend, partner in his own firm, etc. etc. It was a good spot. Everything but the dreams were good.
“I’m glad for you,” Cas said honestly, sipping his coffee and looking up almost blankly at the waitress when she returned with their food -- like he just wasn’t sure what to say to the lady when she stuck a plate in front of him. There was a little staring contest before she got weirded out and left, and Cas blinked, as if confused.
Then he went on like that exchange hadn’t happened at all. “I am pleased that this life seems kinder than your other one.”
Sam gave the waitress a “thank you” but ignored the strangeness that went on between Castiel and the woman. He figured if she hadn’t met enough strange characters to know how to handle it, being a waitress, she would in time.
“There are a lot of things that would be kinder than my Dream life.” He said, softly, then started in on his food. It was a thoughtful silence, and far less awkward than he was worried it might be. “What about your Dreams?”
Biting into his burger with some relish, Cas took a moment to consider that while he chewed. "They match with Dean's and yours, I imagine." At least, they did with Dean's. Cas felt a little behind, but he was fairly certain that Dean's dreams skipped around a lot more often. "I'm an angel of the Lord, I raised your brother from perdition." He ate a fry, and it should have been a strange gesture after a sentence like that, but it was wholly Castiel, wasn't it? Being awkward and strange. "There haven't been too many."
“Oh.” Sam said, then chewed a bite, thoughtfully. He was a little worried now what Castiel was going to think once he started to dream about Sam’s… well. About Sam exploring his darker side. He didn’t want Dean seeing those dreams, either. Hell, he didn’t want to have had them. He didn’t want them to exist.
Cas nodded like there was anything to actually nod to. But he was blunt and lacking subtlety and so just kept going. “My dream self suspects you of something, although I am not sure what.” He paused, cocking his head to the side in thought. “I felt the need to speak with you, so that I would not build up any negative views of you due to dreams. It would be unfair of me.” They were, after all, family now.
Sam blinked at him. He really wasn’t sure where to go or what to say about this whole thing. Was he supposed to confess? To explain the whole situation? Set Cas’ mind at ease? Or was he supposed to ignore the dreams entirely? It wouldn’t be fair to either of them for the Dreams to decide how they should react to one another. But he was nervous nonetheless.
After a moment Sam swallowed his bite of salad and nodded. “It would be unfair. Of either of us. I’ll do my best to follow by your example. Not build up negative views.”
Not having really been looking for an explanation (Cas assumed he’d find out eventually, in the dreams), the angel nodded, and offered a half tilt of his lips in an almost smile. “Good. I should like to get along, at least here.” And then he was back to biting at his burger like it was the most important thing on the planet (aside from Dean who was, in fact, not food).
Sam nodded. He lifted his water glass as if in a toast, agreeing with the angel. “I’d like that, too.”