No one has submitted prompts really lol so here’s another piece I did a while ago...no one asked for it but here it is lol. I edited it a little bit because I think Cas was a little to OOC.
Summary:Â Castiel has lost his wings--for good this time. Not used to his newly human form, he seeks the comfort of the Winchesters--specifically one pie-loving, self-hating hunter.
Cas sat around the map table with the Winchester brothers, both staring at him for an explanation for why he hadn’t contacted them in weeks.
He considered making up a false excuse, covering up the real reason why he hadn’t contacted them. But the former angel knew that they would see right through him.
Castiel sighed as he grabbed the beer they had slid over. “I...I lost my wings.”
Dean’s expression immediately softened and Sam’s looked mostly confused.
“What? How?” Sam asked.
He finished his beer quickly, setting the bottle back down on the table. “I had been hunting for Gabriel. Ever since he came to me in that illusion I had been looking for him. My brothers, Rastiel and Haleem captured me outside of a cabin in Atlanta, Georgia. Under heaven’s orders, they removed my grace and knocked me unconscious. I woke up hours later in Chicago, no food, no money...nothing. I...I didn’t know what to do. So I walked here.”
Dean’s green eyes widened. “You walked? From Chicago to Lebanon? Without food or water?”
He nodded. “I couldn’t do anything else. I suppose I could have stolen a car, but truthfully I do not know how to hotwire a vehicle.”
The ex-soldier-of-heaven looked to the floor. “That’s why it took so long. I couldn’t get a hold of a phone because I had no money and apparently looked homeless. I managed to steal some water gas stations but was always caught and forced out before I managed to get some food.”
Dean worried for the angel...well ex-angel, now. He hadn’t done too well his first run at being human, and an instinct to care for Cas unexpectedly washed over him.
Dean went to the kitchen for a minute and brought back a turkey sandwich he had saved and handed it to him. “Eat. We’ll set you up in the room next to mine. After you eat, shower. You can borrow some of my clothes for now.”
Cas nodded, accepting the sandwich gratefully. “Thank you Dean.”
He attacked the sandwich, moaning in pleasure at the pleasant taste of the substance. Without his angelically modified taste buds, he could actually enjoy the food and not just taste the molecules. Food, the ex-angel decided, was one of the best creations humans had ever made in their evolution.
Sam came around, rubbing his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out, Cas.” Before retreating to his room.
Cas finished the turkey sandwich as Dean came back to the room, setting some of his old clothes down on the table. “Um, here’s some of my old clothes. They should fit you for now, we can buy you some more of your own later.”
Cas looked up at the older hunter, noticing his cheeks were pinker than before. Is he cold? The former angel thought. The bunker’s temperature isn’t too out balance, however.
He shrugged it off as a normal, unfamiliar human thing and took the clothes, shooting a grateful smile towards Dean and walking off to the bathroom.
Though as when he was an angel he didn’t need to shower, he knew where almost every room was, just in case of emergency. He reached the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He took off his beloved trench coat, undid his tie, and peeled off his dress shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but notice how human he looked. His eyes were red from lack of sleep, his ribs visible beneath his pale skin. His hair dirty and uncombed, along with his body. He had a scraggly beard from the weeks of no hygiene. He was sweaty from hours of walking. He hadn’t realized how terrible he looked.
How human he felt too. His arms and legs could barely hold his weight he was so weak. His eyes drooped with fatigue. His stomach, though he had just eaten, growled, demanding food. His bladder annoyingly full. His insides churned with sickness because of how he’s treated himself. His once enhanced mind now felt foggy. He felt vulnerable, and the ex-angel wasn’t used to the feeling of helplessness.
He was there as his Father created mankind. He was there during the flood. He was there when Mary gave birth to the first Nephilim, Jesus Christ. (A/N: This isn’t confirmed or anything I just thought it would be an interesting theory.) He was the one who told Abraham the fate of his son Ishmael.
He had been alive for several millennia, witnessed Creation firsthand. Now, his wings were gone and the one thing he was useful for--his angelic powers--has left him.
It all hit Castiel like a truck as he stared at himself in the mirror.
Dean kicked him out last time he was human. Would Sam and Dean even want him here? Was he only a tool to them? What would he even do if they kick him out again? He had no idea how to function as a human in this world, how to pass as a mortal when he’s spent centuries as an angel. That could be inferred from the last time he was human.Â
He took a deep breath. he’ll have to worry about that later. Once he figured out how to turn on the shower, he let the scalding hot water soothe his aching muscles. He took the bar of soap and washed himself, also lathering his hair with the shampoo also in the shower.
Stepping out, he dried off with a towel Dean has also given him and relieved himself. He dressed in the clothes Dean had given him, gathered his old, dirty clothes, and set off to his room to put them away.
Cas stepped into the kitchen, causing Dean to double-take at his appearance.
He had given Cas an old plaid shirt, some jeans, and his boots that didn’t fit anymore. He’d never thought Cas would look so good in them. Dean wasn’t used to seeing him in such casual clothes--he always wore that dirty trench coat and suit. He was cut off guard with how the plaid shirt brought out his unnaturally blue eyes, how attractive in general he looked wearing “hunter clothes”.
Dean caught himself staring and shook his head a bit, dismissing the thoughts from his head. He’d come to terms that he maybe wasn’t as straight as he thought he was a while ago, but refused to let that get in the way of anything.
Cas walked towards Dean, standing next to him and leaning on the table. Dean repressed the urge to wrap his arm around the ex-angel.
“How you doing, Cas?”
Cas shrugged. “Okay, I suppose. Not completely thrilled to be human again.”
Cas stayed quiet, not sure if he wanted to bring up the concerns he had earlier.
Dean looked into Castiel’s eyes, seeing the former servant of heaven’s worries.
“If you need to talk...I’m here, okay?” Dean assured, the urge to comfort Cas overcoming him again.
Cas nodded, looking at the hunter with his bright blue eyes. “I will, Dean.”
They sat there in comfortable silence before Cas spoke again. “Are you going to kick me out again?”
Dean whipped his head around to look at Cas. He saw how Cas tensed awaiting his answer.
”What? No, Cas. Why would I do that?”
Cas glared at him. “You did last time.”
Dean winced. He remembered last time Cas was human, when Sam was unknowingly being possessed by Gadreel. Gadreel wouldn’t continue healing Sam if Cas was there, so Dean had kicked his best friend out.
”Cas...” Dean started. “I’m not going to kick you. I shouldn’t have the first time. Sam was being healed by Gadreel, and I...I was being a coward and didn't ell you the truth. I’m so sorry about that Cas.”
Cas looked down. “I know, Dean. You are forgiven. I just...needed to know I wouldn't be alone again.”
Dean’s heart ached. He regretted kicked Castiel out since I had happened, but he pushed it back with all the things that have gone down since the. He wouldn’t let Cas go through this again. Â
”You won’t be,” Dean said, clasping his hand on Cas’ shoulder. “I’ll be here.”
Cas nodded, looking up and smiling small at Dean. “I’m going to go...get some rest.”
Dean saw a flash of pain register on his friend’s face before it disappeared.
Castiel trudged to his room and closed his door, collapsing on the memory foam, sinking into the comfort.
It had been a month after his reunion with the Winchester’s and the routine of their lives returned to normal.
Dean and Sam still went on hunts, Cas tagging along sometimes. He couldn’t go after Gabriel as a human, and there was little else he could do. He had become a better hunter overtime, adapting without his angel mojo.
Dean made it better. He treated Cas the same, and treaded around the topic of angels and angel mojo around Cas. Sam did the same, but it was obvious he was a bit uncomfortable with Cas’...humanness.
Cas now sat on his bed, unable to gain the strength to get up and walk out. He had only been a human for 2 months, but it had seemed like a lifetime. He had been human longer before this, but now it felt completely different for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that his brothers took his grace, maybe it was the month spent trying to get to the Winchesters. But it was something, and Cas hadn’t felt right since it happened. Even with Dean helping him and making sure he didn’t feel alone or useless, he still felt he wasn’t contributing to the team.Â
“Cas? What are you doing, we’re getting ready to-” Dean shouted as he came and opened Cas’ door. He saw the ex-angel staring at the wall, unmoving, eyes dead and shoulders slumped.
“Cas…?” Dean said softly.
Unable to prevent it, a tear rolled down Castiel’s cheek, followed by another, only increasing Castiel’s feeling of weakness.
“Cas!? Are you okay?” Dean asked, dropping his weapons bag and lightly cupping Cas’ face without thinking, only wanting to calm his friend.
Uncontrollably, Castiel just started crying. Tears stream down his cheeks and he hiccupped on every other breath, almost choking on his own tears. Dean pulled the former angel close to him, his heart breaking. He’d never seen Cas cry, even when he was human before. “Just let it out, Cas.”
And Cas did, he just...he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His hatred for his dependence on Dean, his lack of powers, his inability to do anything. He hated it and himself for getting in this situation. His bright blue eyes were now clouded with emotional pain, his heart feeling like it was being squished.
Cas squeezed his eyes shut and clung to the hunter, gripping his plaid shirt like his life depended on it. He sobbed uncontrollably, placing his hand where the mark he had left on Dean was, as if he could grasp onto the tiny amount of grace there and never let go.
His wings, massive, full, beautiful. Him being the leader of his garrison, his wings were elegant and decorative. There were pitch black besides occasional tufts of silver feathers. Blue streaks branched from where the wings joined into his back to the middle of the wing. He missed them like a child would miss their favorite toy.
He loosened his grip and went limp, worn out emotionally and physically from crying. He felt lighter after his meltdown, and he felt no shame in the presence of Dean. If it had been Sam, he probably wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eye for a while.
“I-I’m sorry, D-Dean.” Cas hiccupped, still gripping Dean’s arms.
Dean lifted Cas’ head, forcing the ex-angel to look at him, and hesitantly brought their lips together.
Cas completely melted into the kiss. He pulled Dean closer by the face, savoring it. When they finally parted, Cas looked into Dean’s eyes shocked but pleased.
“I’m glad you felt safe enough to be vulnerable in front of me.” Dean said softly.
“I raised you from Hell, Dean, our bond is very profound.” Cas said before he could stop himself.
Dean laughed, then kissed Castiel again. “Are you okay?”
Cas smiled genuinely for the first time since becoming human. “I am now.”
He kissed Dean once more as Sam came into his room, wondering where the former angel and his brother were. He found them kissing and walked out immediately, smiling softly.
He knew something was going on between those two.
