Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Naomi (Supernatural)
Additional Tags: Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Witch's Familiar Castiel (Supernatural), Witch Dean Winchester, John Winchester's A+ Parenting
Word Count: 22,293
Summary
Freedom isn't something Castiel ever thought he could be familiar with, living under Naomi's roof with her rules and strict way of living - but when the opportunity presents itself, he takes it and runs.
What he didn't expect was what followed, and what that newfound freedom would bring him.
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Summary: Freedom isn't something Castiel ever thought he could be familiar with, living under Naomi's roof with her rules and strict way of living - but when the opportunity presents itself, he takes it and runs.
What he didn't expect was what followed, and what the newfound freedom would bring him.
Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31674182/chapters/78390146
Link to art: https://soluscheese.tumblr.com/post/652821402496466944/breaking-free-and-finding-home-by-limeyjellybean
From the outside, the barn still looks the same as it did 12 years ago - standing just off the side of the road, unassuming with it’s red walls and sloping roof against the backdrop of trees. There’s a handful of spots where work has been done on it over the years to keep it standing, a fresh coat of paint in places where things have had to be outright replaced; it still feels the same to Dean though, and today that’s all that really matters.
There are a few new additions though, he’s noticed. Not that he’s bothered about them - they only serve to make the smile on his face wider, to stop him thinking too much about the nerves that are trying to overwhelm him. He’s fairly certain the myriad of lights that adorn the walls have something to do with Charlie, the fancy decorations that hang between them all but scream Rowena, the arch that stands proudly at the other end of the barn has Bobby written all over it. He wasn’t sure his heart could feel any fuller, the swell of pride almost pushing him over the edge as he tentatively wipes at his eye to stop tears that have decided to put in an appearance.
“You ready?” Sam’s voice at his side makes him jump, somehow not hearing his moose of a brother approach as he gently places a hand on his older brother’s shoulder. He ignores the way his heart now pounds against his ribcage, giving Sam a brief glare before turning his attention back to the arch, swallowing thickly against the nerves that have settled in this throat again.
“Dean?” He adjusts the sleeves of his shirt before nodding, squaring his shoulders before letting out a slow breath. Sam snorts, Dean turning back to look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Dude, this is Cas, not some monster. You’ve seen him before, just… Relax.” He gives his older brother’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before dropping his arm to his side, soft smile on his face. “You got this.” Another slow breath as Dean nods.
“I… I got this. It’s Cas. I got this.”
“And I’m pretty certain by now that all this -” Sam gestures to the decorated barn. “This is just a formality. You’ve basically been married for years.”
“Shut up, bitch.” There’s no heat to the words as Dean smiles, adjusting his shirt sleeves again before looking squarely back at the arch.
“Make me, jerk.”
“Shh.” The next words die in Sam’s throat as music starts up, both Winchesters clearing their throats and standing straighter as they wait for their cue. It takes Sam to loop his arm through Dean’s to get him to move forward, a small shake of his head as he all but drags his brother towards the arch, half keeping on eye on where his feet are so he doesn’t cause one or both of them to fall flat on their faces in front of literally everyone they know. He gives another reassuring squeeze to the shoulder as they reach the other end of the barn, moving his arm and stepping back as they turn to face Castiel; deep blush on his cheeks as he struggles to keep eye contact with Dean.
“Hello, Dean.” The smile gives away how happy he truly is to see him, nerves also on clear display as he twists his hands around themselves before Dean reaches out to still them.
“Hey Cas.” The warmth of Dean’s hands calms Castiel almost immediately, the warmth of his smile almost making him forget the room full of people that’s just in his peripheral vision. “You look… You look amazing.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Castiel leans forward, lips grazing Dean’s ear as he lowers the volume of his voice. “Very tempting, actually.” Dean gapes, jaw almost hitting the floor as a deep blush crosses his cheeks; Castiel can only laugh at the reaction from the hunter as he leans back again. He looks like he’s about to finally find an appropriate response, mouth opening again before it snaps shut at Ash bouncing out from a temporary room that he’d completely missed tucked in the corner of the barn. The Bible in his hand looks ready to go at any second with how loosely it’s being held, other hand quickly brushing mullet out of his face before he stops between the two of them, glancing at their hands with a coy smile on his face.
“You two ready to do this thing?” Dean squeezes Castiel’s hands before looking the former angel in the eyes, the return squeeze making his heart flip in his chest.
Dean wakes slowly, the smell of fresh coffee and bacon drifting through the bunker as he lets a soft smile play on his lips. He can just about hear the whispers on the other side of his door, mixed with giggles as he rolls his eyes at how very unobvious his found family are. The warmth to the side of him shifts, groaning as a mess of dark hair glares at the door through bleary eyes before landing back on Dean’s chest with a huff, earning a small laugh from the hunter as the whispering continues.
“Do you think if we ask nicely they’d whisper a little quieter? Some of us are still trying to sleep.” Dean feels the words more than he hears them, the former angel’s voice still thick with sleep as the vibrations run across his ribcage, earning another chuckle before he presses a kiss to the top of Castiel’s head.
“Maybe they’ve brought coffee for you too, if you’re lucky. A peace offering?”
“Hmm… That would be acceptable.” Castiel sighs, resigning himself to the fact that he was now awake before moving, lying on his front as he looks up at Dean from his position on his chest. He brushes his hand along Dean’s cheekbone, feeling the warmth from the hunter’s blush before it’s pulled away; Dean pressing a soft kiss to his palm before linking their fingers together.
“I suppose we should let them know we’re awake now, really. Unless you'd rather that peace offering go cold?” Dean kisses Castiel’s knuckles, soft smile still on his face as he looks down at the former angel. There’s a grumble as he moves into a sitting position, rolling his eyes as Dean just laughs at him again.
“You’re cute when you’re grumpy, y’know that?”
“Hmm.” It’s then that the door creaks open; Jack moving slowly with his tongue stuck out in concentration, eyes not moving from the tray he holds to make sure nothing gets spilt. Sam holds the door open behind him, one hand splayed on the wood with a smile on his face as Eileen nurses her own cup of coffee behind the pair of them. Dean sits up straighter, moving to take the tray from Jack’s hands, frowning slightly as the nephilim shakes his head.
“No. It’s your birthday, you let people do things for you on your birthday.” Dean raises an eyebrow at Sam as the tray is set on the bed, 2 steaming cups of coffee and a pile of pancakes with bacon waiting to be enjoyed.
“He was adamant that he’d do it himself, Dean. Didn’t have the heart to say no.” Sam shrugs from the doorway before stepping in, allowing Eileen to follow behind him. Dean laughs before looking back to Jack, beaming at not spilling anything.
“Thanks, kid.” He nudges Castiel, handing over one of the cups of coffee before the thought of murder crosses his mind any more. “There you go. Told you there’d be a peace offering.”
“Thank you. This is much appreciated.” Castiel’s eyes close as the first sip crosses his lips, savouring the caffeine with a content hum before taking another sip. Dean looks back at the tray, the smell of bacon having woken him up properly as he eyes up which pancake to go for first.
“D’you make these too, Jack?”
“No, that was Sam and Eileen.” Dean’s eyebrow shot up as his attention was wrenched from pancakes, a playful smile on his face.
“Sam and Eileen? That Sam, right there?” Sam shot Dean the most appropriate bitch face, folding his arms against his chest as Eileen snickered into her cup.
“Well… Sam helped. I think Eileen did most of it, I just carried it.”
“That explains why the Bunker’s still standing then.”
“Come on! I am not that bad at cooking!” Eileen gives Dean a look from behind the younger Winchester; Dean dissolving into a laughing fit as Sam throws the bitch face between the two of them. “Cas, back me up here?” Castiel all but ignores him, staring into the bottom of his cup with his own eyebrows raised towards his hairline.
“See, this is why I say you’re punching, Sammy.” Sam huffed, leaving the room as Dean laughed again, signing ‘Thank you’ to Eileen as she rolled her eyes and smiled.
“I’d better go see what I can do to calm him down a bit - I don’t want him ruining today for you.” She paused in the doorway, turning back to give Dean another soft smile. “And Dean?”
“Hmm?”
“Happy Birthday.” Jack stands as Eileen leaves, brushing specks from his jeans as he does so, beaming at Dean again.
“I’m gonna go too - Eileen promised I could help with baking if I managed not to spill anything.” Dean shakes his head, unable to keep the warmth he feels from showing on his face as he smiles at the nephilim.
“Go on kid, go nuts.” He doesn’t expect the hug that comes flying in his direction, only just moving his cup out of the way in time to avoid coffee going everywhere.
“Happy Birthday, Dean.” He beams at Dean again before leaving the room himself, closing the door behind him with a soft click as Dean lets out a long breath. Castiel lets out a small laugh, earning the hunter’s attention as he looks towards the former angel.
“It’s gonna be like this all day, isn’t it?”
“Most probably. Which reminds me...” Dean absentmindedly takes the cup from Castiel as it’s handed to him, allowing him to rummage through his drawer before turning back with a nervous expression on his face, small box in hand. “Happy Birthday, Dean.” The cups are gently placed on the tray before Dean takes the box from Castiel’s hands, brows furrowing at the warmth coming from it.
“Cas, what-”
“Just… Open it, Dean.” Dean shrugs, opening the box gingerly, eyes going wide as a blue light creeps through the opening. He nearly gets whiplash looking back up at Castiel who only nods, encouraging him to open the box properly as a blush settles across his face.
“... Is this what I think it is?”
“Open it and find out.” The glow only gets more intense as Dean opens it properly, jaw dropping at the delicate vial cushioned within. “I wasn’t sure what to get you, and Sam suggested something that had a special meaning to you… I only hope this fits that description.”
“This… Cas- Is this your Grace? I…”
“I want you to have it. There’s no-one else I trust with it, and if anything were to ever happen, at least you’ll always have me with you.” The nonchalance in Castiel’s voice causes Dean’s brain to short circuit; staring at the former angel for a few seconds before he can fully process the information he’s been given.
“I love you.” The words are blurted out, Dean managing to look away from the box long enough to look Castiel in the eyes as he says them, the soft look he receives making his heart melt even more.
“I love you too.” Castiel shifts, moving close enough to press a quick kiss to Dean’s cheek before sitting back. “Now… Do you want help getting that on, or do you just plan on staring at it all day?”
“No, I- I got it.” It slips easily over Dean’s head, settling squarely above his heart. He’s sure he hears Castiel’s breath hitch in his throat as it settles, eyes watering slightly at the way it looks perfect around the hunter’s neck.
“I-” Dean swallows, trying to keep his own tears at bay. “Thank you, Cas. Seriously.” He gently deposits the tray on the floor before turning back to Castiel, leaning forward to grab his face in his hands before allowing the kiss to convey his emotions in a way his words can’t. They’re both breathless as Dean pulls away, resting their foreheads together, Castiel running his thumb along Dean’s cheekbone.
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Something’s happening to Dean, and he doesn’t have any idea what’s causing it. He’s one place one minute, somewhere completely different the next - and with no warning or any indication when it’s going to happen. There’s nothing quite so frustrating as disappearing in the middle of conversations or important tasks; he just hopes that it gets fixed before he disappears at a time he’s needed the most.
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Double feature again this time because of a very short Chapter 6 (Light), so there’s the added bonus of Chapter 7 (Whoops) as well!
At the moment, this should be the last time there’s a double feature, ‘cause chapters from here on out are longer and should stay that way. Hopefully.
Can’t decide if I should stick to just posting one chapter of ‘Of Borrowed Grace’ tomorrow, or do two? Because the next chapter is a really short one...
