#jenna.fic

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT - now posted

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it is for day 1 of our creators celebration (only two days late) for the prompt carver era destiel

this is something that's been bouncing around in my head since I watched this episode (9x06 heaven can't wait) a few months ago and realized that it was never explained what happened between when they leave nora's house and when they get to the gas'n'sip the next morning. it's the fanfiction gap, I've since been told. 

this is actually kind of a lead in to a long moc/demon dean fic that I have planned so it kind of leaves everything pretty unfinished between dean and cas.

When the Night is Over

Summary: Dean feels bad about kicking, now human, Cas out of the bunker.

Canon compliant 9x06 Heaven Can't Wait fic that fills the gap between when Dean and Cas leave Nora's house and when Dean drops Cas off at the Gas'N'Sip the next morning.

Rated: Teen and Up

Words: 5,414

Dean hadn’t even meant to find Castiel. Not yet anyway. He hadn’t really even decided to look for him yet. Cas had made it clear he didn’t want to see him, and anyway, Dean wouldn’t have had any idea where to even begin looking for him. Before yesterday, he hadn’t even known what state Cas was in. 

But here he is, first stop after arriving in town and checking out the crime scene and checking into the motel. He’s stopped at the Gas’N’Sip, getting gas for the impala. And there he is. Like a string had been tugging Dean toward the former angel all along.

Dean stands, leaning against Baby’s roof, with his phone pressed to his ear and a coffee cup that he’d grabbed from the motel before he left in his other hand, only half listening and responding to Sam, while the rest of him watches Cas standing behind a cash register. He looks so unbearably human. Dean’s stomach flips at the sight of it. The angel of the lord that gripped him tight and raised him from perdition counting change back to a middle aged man buying a pack of cigarettes.

“That sounds like a real case. Dean, I should be there.”

Dean’s attention is pulled back into his conversation with Sam. He isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t want Sam to come here. 

“Naw, man. That's – That's uh ... not necessary. No, I, uh – I got this one covered.” 

When Dean hangs up with Sam, his attention gravitates back to Castiel, now bagging a purchase for another customer. He’s wearing a white long sleeve, collared shirt and a bright blue work vest. Rolled sleeves reveal tanned forearms. He’s wearing jeans. Dean has never seen Castiel in jeans before now. Not this Castiel anyway, not his Cas.

Everything about what he’s seeing feels wrong. 

Dean taps his phone softly on the hood of the impala before pushing away from the car and stuffing the phone in his pocket. 

It’s not like he can avoid talking to him now.