For @amal-albuloshia who requested #7Â âI dreamt about you last night.â
Fake (AO3)
Summary: It had been two months since Cas disappeared into the night.
âDean, come on,â Sam called out, only for the bedroom door to be slammed in his face. âIâm just asking you to talk to me, Iâm not asking for a kidney!â
Dean ignored his brother, flopping down on his bed and pretending he couldnât hear Sam hammering and yammering. Nobody would ever understand how he was feeling, how could they? Cas hadâ had lied to him. Had taken his heart and stamped all over it like it meant nothing. How could those two years together have meant nothing? Two years, and it was all a lie.
It had been two months since Cas disappeared into the night. Sam had clearly decided that two months was long enough of Dean moping and it was time things got back to normal. But that would never be the case, not any more. Dean could never be normal, not now. Not with what he knew.
He breathed a sigh of relief when Sam gave up. Resting his head on his pillow, Dean picked at a loose thread at the hem of his shirt. Cas had bought the shirt, of course. But then, after two years together, there wasnât much in Deanâs life that Cas hadnât impacted. Even looking around the bedroom, everything that wasnât there reminded him of Cas just as much as everything that was still there.
The worst part was that Dean kind of got it now. Two months of running over that final confrontation over and over in his mind, of adding up every little moment of doubt, of confusion, calculating every lie Castiel had told him. It all added up to one truth. Their entire relationship might have been fake to Cas, but that didnât mean Cas was a bad guy.
Dean reached for his cell, flipping the outdated tech open and dialling Castielâs number.
The number you have dialled has been disconnected.
Dean had expected that. Of course Cas wouldnât have kept the same number, it was too easy for Dean to contact him. He hadnât given up hope yet though. He had one other number, a number Cas had given him a long time ago in case of emergencies. With trembling fingers, Dean typed in the number.
âLeave a message.â Castielâs deep, hoarse tones were the only sound Dean heard, but it was enough to make his heart ache. Fighting the urge to curl up into a ball, Dean took a deep breath and waited for the tone.
âCas, itâs⌠itâs me. Dean,â he cleared his throat awkwardly. âAlthough I guess you already know that. Unless youâve forgotten me already. Listen, I â I just wanted to say that I get it now. If I was some super awesome spy for the CIA then I would need a cover too. It took me a while to see that, through all the anger and the heartache, but I get it now. I canât be mad that you were trying to save the world, or⌠or just catch some bad guy, you know? I guess I was mad at myself, because⌠because you made me fall in love with you.â
Dean had to stop to gather himself, saying the words out loud felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but the tears were threatening to spill from his eyes and if he started to cry now he wouldnât get to say everything he needed to. Dean wasnât stupid enough to think heâd get a second chance at this call.
âThat probably doesnât even matter to you, huh? You probably do this all the time. Fake relationships and feelings and shit. Hell, youâre probably already on your next assignment, shacked up with some chick now. You probably donât care if I understand, but I just wanted you to know that I do. I dreamt about you, last night. About the night you said you loved me, and how real it felt. I know you told me the night you left that it was all a cover for your mission, but ⌠I think you lied. I think you loved me, and thatâs why you broke my heart. Because you know me, and if you left without saying anything, you know Iâd never stop trying to find you. I think you were trying to give me peace.â
The tears slipped down Deanâs face and he abruptly got up from his bed, pacing the room as he angrily swiped at his cheeks. âBut you were wrong. What peace is there when I canât even tell Sammy why you left me, huh? Why I feel like a total sap for giving you every part of me, but all you gave me was some half-assed attention while you did your job. I get it, Cas, but ⌠I also donât. Because if it was all fake, why did some of it seem so real?â
His breath was coming in short bursts now, and Dean wasnât sure he could coherently say anything else. He figured heâd made very little sense anyway. With that knowledge, Dean hung up, letting sobs wrack through him. He sank to the floor, snatching up his throw and using it to dry his tears as he struggled to get control of himself. This was weak, pathetic, and he despised himself for feeling this way, when Cas almost definitely hadnât shed a single tear over him.
When the tears dried, Dean didnât get up immediately. He stared at the floor, tracing shapes carpet with his eyes as he worked out what the next step was. Heâd said his goodbyes; heâd gotten his closure. The only thing left to do was to move on.
âIt wasnât real,â he whispered. âAsshole was just too good at his job.â
âI am very good at my job.â Deanâs head snapped around to his bedroom window to find Castiel perched on the ledge, dressed in an expensive black tuxedo. âBut that doesnât mean it wasnât real, Dean.â
Dean opened his mouth and closed them a few times. âYouâre here,â he croaked, eventually. âWhy?â
Castiel held up a cell phone silently, his expression solemn but his eyes dulled. âYou called. I got your voicemail. I was attending a gala at the embassy, it only takes five minutes if you avoid the traffic on Fifth.â
Dean just stared at him blankly. âBully for you, Cas. What are you doing here? I said everything I needed to say over the phone.â
âNow itâs my turn.â
âWhat, you donât think you said enough? Itâs been two months, Cas!â Dean snapped. âJust go. You being here⌠itâs more than I can handle right now, not since Sam threw out the whiskey.â
Castiel gave Dean a disapproving look. âRemind me to send him a fruit basket. Stop stalling, Dean, and listen to me. I know what I said hurt you, but orders are orders. I wasnât leaving town; my next assignment is here. My handler told me I had to end our relationship because⌠my feelings for you were distracting me from my mission.â
Deanâs head snapped up, his breath hitching and his pulse going crazy at the words. âCasâŚâ
âHe didnât bank on the distraction youâd cause once I broke your heart. That look on your face when I said Iâd never loved you ⌠itâs all I can see every time I close my eyes. Itâs not true, Dean. If you can trust one thing I said to you, let it be that.â
Dean swallowed. âI believe you,â he whispered. âBut what does that change?â
âNothing,â Castiel admitted, sliding into the room but leaving the window open behind him. âNothing at all. Iâm still a spy and youâre still technically considered a liability.â
He crossed the room, standing in front of Dean, holding his gaze intensely. Dean felt a little flustered at the way Castiel was studying him. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, just stared at each other as if they would never get to see each other again. Dean wasnât sure that wasnât entirely inaccurate.
âSo what happens now?â
The spell broke with his words, the moment shattered. Castiel averted his eyes for just a second. âNow, you forget about me and I go back to my job. Thatâs the way it has to be.â
Dean nodded, numbly. He started to turn his back on Cas, because he wasnât sure he could watch him disappear again.
âOr we run.â
Dean stilled. âExcuse me?â
Castiel shrugged, casually. âWe can run. Pack your things, get a new identity, disappear into the sunset. Itâs risky as hell, and theyâd probably find us eventually. Youâd never be able to see Sam again.â He held out his hand in invitation, giving Dean a wry smile. âBut if you want to, we donât ever have to look back.â
Deanâs gaze dropped to Castielâs hand and he spoke carefully. âWhat about your duty to our country?â
When Castiel spoke, his voice trembled with emotion for the first time since heâd entered the window. âI guess I found something I consider to be more important.â
Without hesitation, Dean took Castielâs hand and used it to pull him in for a lingering kiss. His whole body felt shaky, exhilarated from the knowledge of what they were about to do. He wasnât stupid, he knew the risks. His life expectancy would drastically drop the second he and Cas left his bedroom. Heâd never see Sammy again, or his baby. Theyâd both be looking over their shoulder for the rest of their lives.
But theyâd be together.
Pulling back, Dean gave Cas a firm nod and a gentle smile. âLetâs go.â
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@bottomnovak replied to your post âWhy are summaries so hard to write!?â
if i asked "what's your story about?" how would you answer me in a way that doesn't spoil the ending, just gives me enough to want to read more? also u could format it the way the do summaries on the backs of books/movies. i always like to have a template i can follow c:
@raouldehadleyfraser replied to your post âWhy are summaries so hard to write!?â
Maybe make a list of the main plot points and see if you can fit that into coherent sentences?
@bottomnovak: Iâll have to look at some books and see :) and yeah, itâs that question Iâve been asking myself... because my only answer at the moment is gay pirates and that is it :â) Iâll have to work on that!
@raouldehadleyfraser: That is a good idea. Iâll give that a try!
bottomnovak replied to your post ânow i have to train my xkit to put my new url on the reblog thingy...â
in the Auto Tagger extension put 'prev. flirtyjensen' in all the Tags By Type and Tags By State sections to make sure all reblogged/created posts have the tag
thank you! but like how do i make sure my new url shows up when i hover over the reblog button? instead of my old one?
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bottomnovak replied to your post âbottomnovak replied to your post âi just want to say u have an a+...â
dude same about the "family friendly" thing like watching their old stuff is pretty tame but then the more recent ones have been like????? wow kinda raunchy guys are u ok??? lol but i enjoy it all man especially the Will It? vids like i live for link and his reactions to foods he Doesn't Like lmao~ and i'm applying to work at a video store as like a cashier/helper just to get some income to help pay bills because i like living in a house u feel lol ������
lmao I know and i LOVE when the crew is just cracking up off set when they accidentally say something dirty and then fucking rhett always goes even further with it and its so so good oh my god. sAME the will it vids kill it, link being the most dramatic human being ever. Have you seen the one where theyâre in a sensory deprivation tank? If not look it up it is so fucking funn y oh my g od. I feel you girl, gotta make money any you can, which is mostly impossible :)))))))Â
bottomnovak replied to your post âi just want to say u have an a+ icon like wow i love it ⥠ok i gotta...â
lol who needs sleep anyway wHEN U CAN TALK ABOUT GMM AAAAAHHHHH- i love rhett and link so much man like wow. so much. i only got into gmm last season after my cousin introduced them to me at christmas but woo boy do i watch religiously now like i don't always watch the day a vid posts but u can bet ur ass i binge everything at the end of the week. they're so funny and cool and precious and honestly they are the best part of my day ngl gmm owns my entire ass
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY I was a lowkey fan of their main channel back in the day and I actually started watching all the way back when it was Good Morning Chia Lincoln (what it was before they continued it into GMM) and it is so nice and makes me so happy cuz I always know that Iâll get at least a little laugh at one of their stupid dad jokes and I would high key marry both of them I mean eye candy+funny and lighthearted= a pretty damn good show to me. aLSO theyâve been kinda dropping the whole âfamily friendlyâ thing lately and making like blatant dick jokes and i liVE FOR IT
Btw sorry for being a stalker but good luck on your interview tomorrow!! Can I ask what itâs for?