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God wants you to hang yourself with it.'

All of my fanfiction can now be found @ AO3 - Sherlock, Supernatural, Batman, and other.
 
 
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Sarah
24 November 2012 @ 11:19 pm

Title: Miscommunication Part 11
Author: xherevilroyalty
Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Gabriel.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: none
Word Count: 277 (this part).
Summary: Sam chats to Bobby.
Author Note: no beta. Supernatural does not belong to me, if it did, the cast would be naked. All the damn time. I'd just like to say a quick thank you to karadin for the advice on posting with more confidence, and less apologies - tested the entry out on a close reader, she gave me the thumbs up. Thanks to her, and again to Karadin. 

Previously -
Miscommunication Part 1 - it starts with a text message...
Miscommunication Part 2 - Sam's mind may never be clean again...
Miscommunication Part 3 - Cas needs a favour...
Miscommunication Part 4 - Cas reveals that he's falling...
Miscommunication Part 5 - Dean's green eyed monster makes an appearance...
Miscommunication Part 6 - Sam leaves messages, Dean ignores them...
Miscommunication Part 7 - Castiel loses his temper...
Miscommunication Part 8 - Sam is awesome, his brother...? Not so much.
Miscommunication Part 9 - Dean's not an easy person to love...or talk to.
Miscommunication Part 10 - Remember, Dean. Remember. ='(

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'How's he doing down there...?' was the first thing out of Bobby Singer's mouth, as Sam walked into the dimly lit kitchen. Sam merely shrugged, as he all but collapsed into one of the rickety table chairs.

'I don't know what to say to him, Bobby.' Sam said quietly, as he met Bobby's worried gaze.

'Drink this, boy.' Bobby said gruffly, and handed the youngest Winchester a tumbler filled to the brim with a warm amber liquid. Sam accepted the glass, with an absent minded smile. He downed the whiskey in one go. Then promptly spluttered, as Bobby barked out a laugh, and ruffled Sam's overly shaggy hair. Bobby tutted, 'this needs cut, boy. We'll have your idjit brother callin' yer Samantha, if you keep yer mane this long...'

'I like my hair this way!' Sam sounded only mildly defensive, which let Bobby know that the subject of cutting Sam's lustrous locks, was a topic that had been discussed many times already, by Dean.

'Nurse! Oh, nurse!' came the sing-song shout from the next room. 'Is it time for my bed bath yet? And can I have the naughty nurse, not the old codger?'

'Uhm...' was Sam's eloquent reply. He stood up, and motioned towards the other room, 'I'll just go...be...through there...' Sam left the kitchen, then reappeared at the door seconds later, 'Keep an eye on Dean, okay? Oh...and, Bobby...? Thanks. You know...for everything. Again.' Sam gave his father figure a sad smile, as he once more left the kitchen.

Bobby Singer sat down at his small kitchen table, poured himself a healthy glass of whiskey, and let his thoughts turn to yet another one of his lost friends...

 
 
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Sarah
22 November 2012 @ 10:57 pm
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Can I just say how amazing the Supernatural fandom is...? Seriously...I love all of you guys. I don't know that many of you, I probably never will...but I love you all the same. Our love of this TV show has created this massive thing...that sort of dominates me life, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Supernatural is not just a TV show anymore...it's my favourite form of escapism from...everything. I love this fandom, I love our show, and all our boys, and girls. 

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Sarah
22 November 2012 @ 08:26 pm

Title: Miscommunication Part 10
Author: xherevilroyalty 
Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Gabriel.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: character death >.<
Word Count: 2189 (this part).
Summary: Remember, Dean. Remember.
Author Note: anything in italic, is inner thoughts/monologue [or 'voices' in Dean's head, I promise it will make sense next chapter!]. No beta, as my beta is swamped with work ='( Criticism is greatly welcomed, as I really would like to get better at this fanfic writing malarky =). Please note - I've never 'written Gabriel' before, so I haven't quite gotten to grips with him yet. I apologise for my 'noobish' attempt. Also...I'm completely aware that this part isn't quite 'right', and I've tried 'fixing' it numerous times...but I just can't fix it, unless I take away parts, that I think are relevant/needed. So, again, I apologise, and hope it's not too God-awful to read >.< another also - I do know where I'm going with this, it seems like I'm a little lost...but I have my map at hand, this will make sense, if it kills me! Yes, 'Loptr' is the alternate name for 'Loki', and 'Point Lookout' is from Fallout 3 lol 

Previously -
Miscommunication Part 1 - it starts with a text message...
Miscommunication Part 2 - Sam's mind may never be clean again...
Miscommunication Part 3 - Cas needs a favour...
Miscommunication Part 4 - Cas reveals that he's falling...
Miscommunication Part 5 - Dean's green eyed monster makes an appearance...
Miscommunication Part 6 - Sam leaves messages, Dean ignores them...
Miscommunication Part 7 - Castiel loses his temper...
Miscommunication Part 8 - Sam is awesome, his brother...? Not so much.
Miscommunication Part 9 - Dean's not an easy person to love...or talk to.

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Sam had been having a rather pleasant dream, consisting of short brown hair, clicking fingers, and orange flavoured lollipops, when the incessant noise from his phone woke him. Without opening his eyes, Sam reached haphazardly in the direction of the offending object. He answered, without checking the caller ID. 'Mph...'Lo?' was all he managed to mumble, his tongue felt like it had grown fur. Stupid Dean, and his stupid idea of 'let's go get drunk, Sammy! Drown our Angel-less blues together!' ...not that Sam was Angel-less. Sam didn't need or want any ArchAngel...Angel. Damnit!

'Sammy-boy!' was the overly cheerful reply.

Sam's eyes shot open, as he sat up, trying to rearrange the bed covers around himself. 'Uh...Gabriel...?' Sam had often thought about the damned Trickster contacting him, and he'd always assumed he'd be the cool, calm, and collected Sam...not the mumbling idiot, he was currently portraying.

'Tis I, Samuel, tis I. We need to talk.' Gabriel's usually fun tone, was replaced with a more serious edge.

'Uhm...is this about...uh...well...' Sam trailed off, his face heating up.

'Cas is missing. Where you at, Moose-boy?'

'We're...uhm. We're at the Loptr Motel, 10 miles north of Point Lookout. Uh...do you know it...?' Sam still hadn't managed to slip into a more relaxed tone, his dream still at the forefront of his mind.

'I'm all powerful, Moose, I'm fairly certain I can find you. And if not, hey - at least there's always google maps! I'll be there in 20, make sure Freckles is awake, and decent.' Gabriel ended the call, and Sam felt sick to his stomach. This really wasn't how he'd pictured 'bumping' into the Trickster again.

'Dean, man...wake up. We got problems.'

'We always got problems, my current problem is you waking me up. Go away.' Dean's voice was muffled, but Sam could still detect the annoyance in his brothers tone.

'Dean, seriously. Cas is missing, and Gab-'

Dean was out of bed, and halfway to his bag before Sam even finished his sentence. 'Cas is missing? What do you mean missing?' Dean's mildly annoyed tone, was replaced with his 'oh dear God, why do you keep doing this to me?' worried tone. He was dressed in record timing, and Sam had him up to speed by the time the short, windswept ArchAngel appeared at the motel table.

'Boys!' Gabriel greeted them, 3 bowls of CoCo Pops appearing on the table, 'Eat up, we have much to discuss.'

'Sammy, why don't you sit next to me?' Gabriel's trademark Trickster grin in place, 'no, no Sam, closer than that. Come, share my Adonis body heat.' Gabriel winked at the youngest Winchester, while the eldest Winchester sneered, and pushed the bowl of chocolate cereal away from himself.

'Cas is missing, we don't have time for your shit, Gabriel!' Dean was on his feet, trying to get into the Angel's face, but failing due to the invisible barrier Gabriel had erected around himself.

'Sit down, Freckles. No need to get so excited. Anyway...I was hoping you two would be able to help enlighten me, as to why my little brother is missing...' Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, his eyes solely on Sam.

'Uh...we haven't seen or heard from Cas in...hmm...about 3 weeks now, Gabe...I mean, Gabriel.' Sam coughed, to try and cover his embarrassment at using a nickname, he'd only ever referred to the Trickster as in his head.

'Gabe? Do the Winchester's need to give pet names to all their favourite Angels...? Or am I just special, Sam-o?' Gabriel again grinned, before turning his attention to his bowl of chocolatey goodness.

'Sorry, Gabriel...'

'Don't be, I like it.'

'Okay. Can you two please stop flirting, before I have to perforate my own eardrums?' Dean looked disapprovingly at his brother, a frown firmly settled across his forehead.

'Cas hasn't checked in, since Juliet over here,' Gabriel nodded in Dean's direction, 'was his usual dickish self. By the way, Dean, do you have a specific quota for just how big of a dick you need to be on a daily basis? We could maybe call it 'Dean's Daily Dickometer' rating?'

'You're a...dick...' Dean retaliated, weakly.

Sam gave Dean a sympathetic smile, 'Gabe...riel...where would Cas go...if he was, you know...upset?' Sam asked, diplomatically. There was enough ego, and hot-headedness in the room already, without Sam adding to it.

'That's the problem, Sam...he doesn't have anywhere to go. If he was on earth, I'd be able to locate him...which means he's either dead, or worse yet...in Heaven.'

It looked, and sounded like it physically pained Dean, as he asked, 'how would Heaven be worse than...him being dead...?'

'Because they'll,' Gabriel motioned towards the ceiling, 'reprogram him...make him the obedient little puppet on a string. He'll remember his disobedience, his freedom...but he'll remember it as though it were a bad dream. He'll be back to being a good little soldier...' the bitterness in Gabriel's voice was palpable. Both Winchester's could feel the actual electricity in the room, the hairs on their arms, and necks raising.

'How do we get him back?' Dean's face was back to being impassive, his voice was hard, determined.

'We? There's no 'we', Winchester. I'll go scout out Heaven, you two idiots get to old man Singer's, and everything proof the house.'

'Wait...won't you get caught? Isn't it dangerous...?' it was Sam's turn to frown, his large brown eyes shifting into the kicked puppy level of cuteness.

'Of course it's dangerous! But I'm a big damn hero now, kids.' Gabriel shook his head, as he rose from his chair. 'Drive to Bobby's, I'll be back, with Cas in tow, in time for supper!' Gabriel gave a cheeky grin to Sam, saluted a gruff looking Dean, then disappeared.

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'Do we really need the music on that loud?' Sam had to yell at his brother.

'Yes, Sammy, we do. Next question?' Dean snarled back.

Sam sighed, as he rest his head against the passenger side window. They'd been driving for 9 hours straight, his legs ached, he needed to pee, and all he could think about was the short man, with the infectious grin.

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'Bobby! It's just us, whe-'

'What the Hell took you two idjits so long!?' Bobby was wiping his hands on a dirty tea-towel.

'Is...is that...blood, Bobby?' Sam's eyes were glued to his father figures hands, his face going an unhealthy shade of grey.

'Get in here, both of yers...' Bobby turned away, and walked back into his study. The two Winchester's following, hot on his heels.

Sam came to an abrupt stop, as he caught sight of the figure on Bobby's sofa. If Sam didn't know the face so well, he'd have no idea who it was. Gabriel's face was covered in angry bruises, and deep lacerations. His left eye was swollen shut, his usually grinning mouth, pulled taut in pain. Sam fell to his knees near the Angel, 'Oh God...what did they do to you...?' he choked out, as he tried to take Gabriel's left hand.

'Don't touch him, boy...I've only just reset his fingers...he's gonna be sore for awhile.' Bobby said quietly to his youngest 'son'. He looked over at Dean, the boy was looking around the room. 'Whatchou looking for, Dean?'

Dean's eyes finally stopped their surveying of the room, and he looked directly at Bobby, 'Where's Castiel, Bobby?'

Bobby lowered his gaze, he couldn't bear to look at those piercing green eyes, as he said, 'Dean...he's not...he's...'

'He's dead.' Gabriel croaked, from his position on the sofa. He tried to lift himself to a seated position, but Sam stilled him with a gentle hand on Gabriel's recently dislocated shoulder.

Sam started as Dean screamed, then charged at the broken Angel on the sofa. Sam jumped to his feet, grabbing Dean before he could wrap his hands around Gabriel's already bruised neck.

'DEAN! DEAN! STOP! JUST STOP! DAMNIT! DEAN! NO!' Sam was yelling into his brothers hair, as he tried to wrestle him to the floor. Dean's struggling abruptly stopped, and his body slumped onto Sam's. Sam craned his neck past Dean's dead weight, and saw Bobby holding the butt of a shotgun.

'Don't start, Sam. The boy was gonna hurt himself, as well as us.' Bobby ground out, as he helped Sam lift an unconscious Dean up from the floor. 'I say we put him in the panic room...don't give me that look, Samuel Winchester,' Bobby chastised, 'Dean's had a mighty shock...he's gonna need some time to come to terms with it...and some of that time, is gonna be spent wanting to kill him.' Bobby nodded in Gabriel's direction.

Sam nodded, 'Panic room sounds good to me.'

Bobby pretended not to see the look of devotion on Sam's face, as he stared at the Angel on his sofa.

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Dean...

Dean...

Dean...

'Mmm...?

Dean...

'Cas...?'

Yes.

'Man...he said...he said you were...dead...'

Dean...

'Cas, where are you...?' Dean lifted his throbbing head, and looked around the panic room. The empty panic room. Dean shifted his gaze to the door, assuming Cas was on the other side.

Dean stumbled to his feet, his head felt like it was about to explode. He slowly made his way to the large iron door, he slumped against it. 'Cas, dude, let me out?' Dean shouted through the door.

Dean...

'Dude, we've established that you know my name. Well done,' Dean said sarcastically, 'let me out. So I can punch you, while I hug you!'

Dean...I'm not here.

'Oh yea? You're doing a great job of talking to me, for a guy that isn't here.' Dean grinned, as he continued to lean against the door.

Dean. I'm dead. Remember...?

'Don't be stupid. You're not dead. You're an Angel. You're my Angel. You can't die.' Dean scoffed, and slid to the floor, his head was blasting.

I am dead. Remember, Dean. Remember Gabriel...

'But...you can't be...we're talking. I'm talking to you!' Dean's vision was beginning to blur slightly, his head felt heavy...too heavy for his weary body. He lent his head gingerly against the wall, the coldness feeling good against his skin.

I've been dead for 18 days, Dean. You know this. You felt it. Remember...? Remember. You felt me die...Remember, Dean...

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Dean opened his eyes, then quickly shut them again. The light was blinding. He sat up, and slowly opened his eyes once more, letting them slowly adjust to the bright, midday sun. Once he was able to see again, he looked around. A slow smile forming, Castiel was sitting on the dock. Their dock. His trench coat was folded neatly beside him, his dress shoes ontop of it. His legs were dangling off the pier, his toes skimming the cool water.

Dean toed off his boots, rolled up his jeans, and sat down beside his friend. He bumped shoulders with Cas affectionately. 'It's beautiful, isn't it, Dean...?' Castiel turned his head, and smiled at Dean.

'Yea...yea...it's beautiful, alright...' Dean didn't look at the surroundings Castiel was referring to, he just kept staring into the piercing blue eyes of the Angel. Castiel turned away, the smile being replaced by a sad frown.

'What's up, Cas...?' Dean didn't want the Angel to not be looking at him, he wanted to see those captivating blue eyes, to see the way his mouth formed his name.

'Remember, Dean.'

Dean frowned, and shook his head. 'I don't want to remember, Cas...'

'I know...but you have to anyway.' Castiel turned his head back to look at Dean, a small, sad smile gracing his lips.

'We...we were here, weren't we...? Were we...fishing? Yea...I'm sure we were fishing...then...then you started having a seizure...and...' Dean's mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out.

'I said, 'I love you. I've always loved you. Only you. I die, loving you...more than I ever loved Him.' and you said...'

'I said...'I'm not worth dying for, Cas...''

''You're the only thing worth doing anything for, Dean Winchester.' It was true then, and it is true now.'

'You're dead.'

'Yes.'

'I knew...all along...all this time...I knew...'

'It's time to wake up, Dean...'

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'Dean? Dean, come on...that's it. Come on, man...'

Dean opened his eyes, wishing immediately that he hadn't. The harsh light from the overhead light in Bobby's panic room was trying to burn away his corneas. Dean focused on the figure crouching over him... 'Sammy...?'

'I'm right here, Dean.' Sam touched a cool hand to Dean's forehead, Dean lent into the touch. His head was back to feeling like it was being split open.

Wait. Dock. Bare feet. Trench coat. Water. Cas...

'Cas is dead.' it wasn't a question, Dean soberly looked into his brothers sad face.

'I'm so sorry, Dean...' Sam lowered his gaze, unable to see the pain colouring his brothers features.

Dean...

'Sam...Sammy...I uh...can you...I need to be...alone...for awhile...?' Dean all but whispered.

Sam immediately rose to his feet, helping Dean get to his. Sam didn't try to question Dean, or to argue that he should stay. Sam was awesome like that, he 'got' Dean in ways not many others did.

Dean sat down on the small, uncomfortable cot in the centre of the room. He listened to his brothers footsteps, until there was utter silence.

'You can talk now.'

Hello, Dean...

 
 
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Sarah
21 November 2012 @ 04:06 pm

Title: Miscommunication Part 9

Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: Erm...suppose extremely slight homophobia. Not my own views, simply how my version of Dean reacts, at first. No offence intended.
Word Count: 1000 (this part).
Summary: Dean's not an easy person to love...or talk to.
Author Note: anything in italic, is inner thoughts/monologue. Beta'd by my good friend, K, so hopefully this part is actually readable!  Criticism is greatly welcomed, as I really would like to get better at this fanfic writing malarky =). Also! I know that my previous links have gotten a little jumbled, they've been redone, so Miscomm should be in the correct order now =)

Previously -
Miscommunication Part 1 - it starts with a text message...
Miscommunication Part 2 - Sam's mind may never be clean again...
Miscommunication Part 3 - Cas needs a favour...
Miscommunication Part 4 - Cas reveals that he's falling...
Miscommunication Part 5 - Dean's green eyed monster makes an appearance...
Miscommunication Part 6 - Sam leaves messages, Dean ignores them...
Miscommunication Part 7 - Castiel loses his temper...

Miscommunication Part 8 - Sam is awesome, his brother...? Not so much.

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Dean Winchester was hunched over the cheap motel table, his jacket still on and looking a little worse for wear, a lot like its owner. Dean was taking angry bites out of his burger, while his brother sitting across from him, idly stabbing pieces of tomato with a plastic fork.

'So Dean...'

'No. Shut up.'

'You don't even know what I was going to say!'

'You were going to say 'so Dean, heard from Cas at all?' And my answer, just like the 70 billion times before would be, 'no Sam, I haven't heard from Castiel.''

'Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted my milkshake. You look in need of a milkshake...' Sam gave his big brother a wide grin, the type Dean remembers Sam giving him when he was younger...after Dean had made him peanut butter & banana sandwiches for school, or gave Sam the last chocolate bar without complaint.

Dean looked up at his brother, his baby brother and couldn't even find it in himself to be sarcastic or angry any longer. 'You drink up your 'shake, Sammy, I'm good. Honestly.' Dean plastered a big smile on his face, and tried to pretend that inside he wasn't pining for someone he wasn't supposed to be pining for.

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The following morning Sam was the first awake, he could hear a muffled sound coming from Dean's bed. Sam opened the curtain slightly, just to let in enough light to see his sibling clearly. Dean had a pair of red headphones on, Sam smiled. So he's actually listening to your "eye pod", Cas...maybe there's hope for him yet...

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'Dean, we need Cas' help. You need to call him, or whatever it is you do to make him appear...and be nice!' Sam called, as he left the motel room. He had told Dean that the terrible, flesh eating, blood guzzling, green spotted creature of death & destruction was all powerful, needed the Angel to help kill it, and Sam to go research it. The big bad monster was in fact the ghost of a little old lady, whom Sam had talked to last night. While his idiot brother wandered around the basement of the little old lady's house, shooting rocksalt at said old ladies wedding dress. The little old lady wasn't evil or angry, she just wanted to watch over her family, that had moved into her home. Sam had agreed that so long as she was peaceful, he would leave well alone.

Sam walked to the library, then cast his eye at the coffee shop just on the corner...he grinned as he saw a pretty red head clearing one of the tables. Well...Sam was feeling awful thirsty, so why not?

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'Dear Castiel...it's uh...Dean. Dean Winchester, you know the big dick that you hate...? So yea...could you ple...'

'What is it you want, Dean?' Castiel asked in an annoyed tone, he looked harassed.

'Cas! Hey!' Dean's voice broke on the hey, he tried to cover it up by coughing.

'What. Is. It. You. Want?' Cas repeated, very slowly, as though talking to a small child.

'We should talk, Cas...' Dean looked at the angel, hoping his frosty expression would soften. It didn't.

'I'm busy, Dean. So if you're quite finished wasting my time...'

'I listened to the playlist!' Dean practically shouted.

Castiel didn't react to Deans outburst. He just tilted his head to the side, and remained infuriatingly silent.

'Uh...so...you have a...uh...crush on me?' Dean asked, only sounding slightly uncomfortable.

'Idiot child. I am in love with you.' Castiel ground out, his hands unconsciously forming fists.

'Cas man...you're a dude! You can't...it's...'

'It's what, Dean?' Castiel sounded challenging, even to his own vessels ears.

'You're a dude. I'm a dude...and...I'm not gay!!' Dean sounded genuinely horrified. 'You can't love a guy, Cas! It's...wrong!'

'How can love be wrong...?' Cas' shoulders slumped, and Dean finally noticed that Cas looked kind of exhausted.

'Isn't it in the Bible...or something...?'

'My father has no issue with love, between anyone. Love is pure, it's...the most pure thing on earth. It does not matter who the love is between.' Castiel said quietly, his big blue eyes downcast.

'But...' Dean cut himself off, at the sudden death glare from the Angel.

'Okay. Fine. But I'm still not gay, Cas!'

Cas looked at Dean for a full 2 minutes, when he started speaking, Dean was actually startled.

'If I were to inhabit a female vessel, would you love me then?'

'Yes!' Dean replied, with a leer.

'I see...'

'...So, you gonna go rent-a-girl-vessel, feathers?'

'No.'

'Huh...? Why not...?'

'Because, Dean Winchester, love is blind. If you truly loved me, you would not care about my gender, vessel or otherwise.' and with a look of absolute disappointment in Dean, the Angel vanished, the echo of rustling feathers the only thing in the motel room, with Dean and his iPod of songs that Castiel had specifically chosen for him.

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Sam returned to the motel a few hours later, after a very pleasant afternoon drinking fancy coffee, and chatting to a stunning red head. He had even gotten her number, he'd not be around long enough to ever call her, but Sam always preferred the chase anyway. He was in high spirits when he returned, which where immediately dragged back down to earth, when he saw the expression on his brothers face.

Sam was about to ask Dean what he'd done, when Dean beat him to it...

'Me & Cas had a talk, and we agreed it would be best for him to...'

'You pissed him off, didn't you?' Sam interrupted.

'Yea. Yea, I did...'

 
 
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Sarah
14 October 2012 @ 10:10 pm
Title: [6MoU] - Can you stop him, Cas...?
Rating: PG (series PG-13, possibly higher)
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, eventually. Friendship atm.
Characters: this part - Dean Winchester, Castiel.
Spoilers: None. Set in my fictitious 6 months between 'Free to be you & me' & 'The End'.
Warnings: silliness aplenty. 
Word Count: 377 (this part)
Summary: A short conversation between Dean & Cas...
Author Note: This came to me at about 6am, it's basically exactly what I wrote, while semi-dead/concious, there's no descriptive writing...it's basically just a conversation. Everything in italics is inner monologue. Sixth part of my '6 Months of Us' "series". Very happy for criticism, as I do wish to improve my writing =) I have no beta, so ALL '6MoU' fics are unbeta'd - I apologise for all my mistakes/bad punctuation.
Previous parts: 
Hey Cas... - in which Dean wishes he could keep his mouth shut.
Dude...did you just... - in which Dean can't keep track of his fries...
Dude...what are you... - in which Dean can't sleep, and what is that Angel doing over there!?
You think I'm... - 'What!? No! What!?'
Go ahead, Cas... - 'Knock yourself out, Cas!'

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'Can you stop him, Cas?'

'From what? Knocking?'

'What? No, idiot! From getting in!'

'But...he's being so polite...'

'I don't care! He wants to eat me!'

'...If he did eat you, I'm sure he'd do so with impeccable table manners.'

'Yea, that makes me feel so much better, Cas!'

'It does...? That's good then, as it is likely that the wooden door will not hold out much longer.'

'Will you just go and smite him already!?'

'If he asked me that, he'd have said please, and thank you...'

'Fine! Will you please go and do the smiting thing to the extremely polite, top-hat wearing werewolf?'

'As you asked so nicely, yes, I will go and smite the werewolf.'

'I bet the posh sonuvabitch eats scones, and drinks afternoon tea.'

'No, I'm fairly certain he eats human flesh, Dean.'

'Yea...nicely deduced, Sherlock.'

'I do not understand that reference.'

'I'm so wasted on you.'

'...Elementary, my dear Winchester.'

'Checkout the baby Angel mocking the mud-monkey!'

*thud thud thud*

'Little Red Riding-Wolf still needs smiting out there, Sherlock.'

'I think I'd prefer to be Bond...'

'You can be King freakin' Arthur, so long as you go make that thing be dead.'

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'You can come out now, Dean, the werewolf is dead.'

'Gee, thanks so much, Almighty Angel of the Lord.' *eye-roll*

'I like it when you're respectful, and revered by my Angelic wrath.'

'Uh huh...can I just ask, why are you wearing his top hat...?'

'I thought it was most attractive. Don't you like it?'

'No no...it's a fine hat...maybe lose the...what is that? Brains? Liver?'

'I believe it's a piece of his lung...'

'Oh well...yum. So...you're all top hat, and trench coat tails, we should go eat. Celebrate your new top hat.'

'I like my hat.'

'It's a very dashing example of head wear, Cas.'

'Are you mocking me?'

'Nah, course not. Every Angel should come with their very own detachable top hat.'

'...You are mocking me.' -.-

'It's my job, Angel-boy, I take it very seriously.;

'You forgot the "pretty" part, Dean...'

'I...uh...your hat...is...uhm...that's it, your hat is dumb...' *Dean rubs the back of his head*

'I will smite you.'

'Ha! And risk ruining your lung adorned top hat!?'

'I prefer you while you're unconscious. You're much less vocal.'

 
 
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Sarah
03 October 2012 @ 09:46 pm
Title: Miscommunication Part 8
Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 627 (this part).
Summary: Dean could make a Saint swear, and Sam Winchester is no Saint.
Author Note: anything in italic, is inner thoughts/monologue. No beta, so I apologise for my horrible spelling/punctuation. Criticism is greatly welcomed, as I really would like to get better at this fanfic writing malarky =). Part 8 is deliberately 'fluffy/banter-y', as I woke up today, and decided for definite where Miscomm is going...it's gonna get angsty. But still borderline funny. Ish =/ also! I know that my previously links have gotten a little jumbled, they've been redone, so Miscomm should be in the correct order now =)

Previously - 

Miscommunication Part 1 - it starts with a text message... 
Miscommunication Part 2 - Sam's mind may never be clean again...
Miscommunication Part 3 - Cas needs a favour...
Miscommunication Part 4 - Cas reveals that he's falling...
Miscommunication Part 5 - Dean's green eyed monster makes an appearance...

Miscommunication Part 6 - Sam leaves messages, Dean ignores them...
Miscommunication Part 7 - Castiel loses his temper...
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'So you're saying that...Castiel. The Angel, Castiel...about this high...' Dean held his hand up to his eyes, '...dark hair, blue eyes...our Castiel. Our celestial friend, Castiel?' Dean raised his eyebrows, waiting for his brother to clarify that they were still on the same wavelength.

'Oh for...Yes. Castiel. The only Castiel we know.' what an idiot...Sam Winchester was sat at the motel rooms only table, he was resting his head on his right arm, he'd been sitting at the table for 2 hours, just listening to his brother be an idiot. A huge, massive idiot.

Dean was sat on Sam's bed, what's wrong with his own bed?, with the iPod in his hands. Sam had charged it, and tried to show his brother how to use it numerous times in the past 2 hours, but Dean just didn't seem capable of working anything other than a cassette player or his EMF reader. Sam was not Saint, Heaven knows he's not a Saint, but he'd managed to not hit his sibling...yet. So Sam mentally congratulated himself. Since Castiel had vanished, Dean had been nigh unbearable. 

'So...you're saying that our Castiel', Dean motioned between himself, and Sam, '...is in love with me?' Dean looked physically pained as he finished his question.

'For the 18th time, yes. Yes, your Castiel is in love with you!' Sam fought to keep his voice neutral, he really did, nevertheless his voice came out slightly raised.

'Woah now! He's not mine!' Dean barked out, with a nervous chuckle.

'Uh huh. Whatever you say, Dean.' Sam said sarcastically, as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes, 'Look, I'm tired. Can you please get off my bed, and go annoy someone else now?' that someone else being Castiel, once you've apologised, jack-ass.

'Hmm...? Oh yea, right.' Dean answered distractedly, not even picking up on Sam's initial sarcasm or exasperation. Dean made no move to vacate Sam's bed. 

After 5 minutes of just standing near his bed, Sam finally lost patience. He shoved at his brothers side, until Dean toppled over onto the floor. 'What the...!' the rest of Dean's sentence was muffled, by his eating the floor. 'What was that, Dean? I can't hear you over my awesomeness.' Sam smirked at his brother, as Dean continued to grumbled about what Sam made out as, 'a long legged moose meeting a watery end.' Whatever that means, and I'm supposedly the freak of the family?

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Unbeknownst to Sam, but very known to Dean, Sam snores. Sam snores a lot. It's not the gentle, easy on the ears kind of snoring either, it's hardcore 'what the Hell is living in the other bed!?' kind of snoring. Dean's fairly certain that Sam's snoring could wake the dead...or at the very least, really irritate them. Partially in retaliation for earlier in the evening, and partially in irritation at the monster like noises coming from his brothers side of the room, Dean threw his pillow at his brothers head. Sam's hunter instincts, and reflexes had him awake and on his feet, gun in one hand and Ruby's knife in another in seconds. 

'What the Hell is your major malfunction, Dean!?' Sam shouted at the idiot in the other bed, that couldn't get his breath for laughing.

'Oh my God...dude, your face!' Dean's laughter made his words come out slightly disjointed, but Sam couldn't help but smile at how...free, at peace, almost happy his big brother looked in those few moments. 

'Okay, it wasn't that funny, Dean.' Sam chided, as he put the weapons back under his pillow, and made himself comfortable again, 'If you wake me up again, you're sleeping in the Impala.'

'Sleeping in the Impala, muumuuumeeeh!' Dean mimicked, his laughter finally subsiding.

'Goodnight, Dean.' Sam said over Dean's smart-assing, not even managing to sound annoyed.


 
 
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Sarah
01 October 2012 @ 06:10 pm
Title: Miscommunication Part 7
Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: 2 uses of profanity, very mild.
Word Count: 763 (this part).
Summary: Sam dons his bitch-face, Dean is oblivious, and Castiel isn't amused.
Author Note: slightly different to the way I normally set my fanfics out, hope it doesn't suck too much =/ anything in italic, is inner thoughts/monologue. No beta, so I apologise for my horrible spelling/punctuation. Criticism is greatly welcomed, as I really would like to get better at this fanfic writing malarky =).

Previously - 
Miscommunication Part 1 - it starts with a text message... 
Miscommunication Part 2 - Sam's mind may never be clean again...
Miscommunication Part 3 - Cas needs a favour...
Miscommunication Part 4 - Cas reveals that he's falling...
Miscommunication Part 5 - Dean's green eyed monster makes an appearance...

Miscommunication Part 6 - Cas loses his temper...

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'Where the Hell have you been!?'

Dean Winchester rolled his eyes, 'Out.' was his terse reply, to his freakishly tall sibling.

'Out where, Dean?' Sam's tone betrayed him, the relief leaking into his voice.

'Just out, Samantha! ...Oh! And keep your douchey new toys out of baby!' Dean near shouted, as he threw the small, blue ribbon wrapped, package to Sam.

'This isn't mine.' Sam said simply.

'Oh, and whose is it then?' Dean asked, with a slight tinge of anger in his voice.

Sam stood up from his seated position on his bed, he walked over to Dean and handed back the box. 'It's not mine, must be yours.' Dean didn't see the small smile his brother was fighting to conceal.

'Why the Hell would I waste money on some douchey phone, dude?!' Dean once more threw the box away from himself, it landed on Sam's bed, the ribbon looking a lot worse for wear.

'It's not a phone, it's an iPod...' at Dean's still oblivious face, Sam rolled his eyes then took pity on him, '...it stores music, this model is actually really cool, it let's you play games, an...' Sam stopped his enthusiastic explanation, due to the look of boredom on Dean's face. Sam sighed, his brother really didn't deserve that Angel.

'Maybe it was a gift, Dean.' Sam said sternly, he had a frown on his face, and Dean could see he was mere seconds away from bitch-face #17. 

'And why would you be buying shit...' 'I didn't say I bought it!' '...like that for me?' Dean's voice was raised in exasperation.

'The last thing you bought for me was a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of condoms!' Dean was starting to lose his temper, if that stupid thing did belong to Sam, he was sitting in the back seat for a week. See how his jolly green giant legs like that!

'Okay. You drink whiskey like water, and I don't want to be an uncle. Also, it's the thought that counts, you dick!' Sam near shouted back defensively.

'Dude, chill. Back to the douchey thing.' Dean raised his hands in surrender.

'Maybe it's a gift, FOR YOU,' Sam raised his voice so that his brother wouldn't interrupt, '...off of Bobby...or say...Cas.' Sam was hoping that the penny was going to drop, and Dean would finally cotton on to his not so subtle hints.

'Bobby wouldn't waste money on something like that, Bobby would buy me something practical...' Dean tapped his chin with his right index finger, '...like say, a dirty mag, and a sack of rock salt. And Cas? Seriously? The guys a freaking Angel, why'd he buy anyone gifts!?' Dean laughed at the mere idea, 'he probably doesn't even know what a gift is!' Dean continue his laughter, as he began toeing off his boots, and shrugging off his jacket.

Neither brother heard the tell tale whisper of rustling feathers, over Dean's chuckling. 'I am...' both Winchester's spun at the new voice, handguns raised at the intruder, and game faces in place.

'The Hell, Cas? We gotta get you a bell or something, man!' Dean lowered his gun, Sam doing the same, both brothers allowing themselves to breathe easy again.

'As I was saying,' the Angel said, sounding very distant and angry, 'I am an Angel, not an idiot, Dean Winchester.'

'Huh?' was Dean's puzzled reply.

Castiel looked from Dean's face, to the bed, where the small "eye-pod" lay. The blue ribbon, that Castiel had painstakingly tied by watching a "you tube" video guide as help, was creased and crinkled. The ribbon now looked more like a blue rag wrapped around the transparent casing.

He looked at Dean again, 'You are an "infant-in-a-leather-coat" Dean Winchester! You are a stubborn, oblivious, and selfish creature!' Castiel shouted, the light bulbs in the motel room exploded, and the windows shook in their panes. The room was cast in darkness, the only illumination coming from the neon pink motel sign, that hung outside of the small room.

Even in the almost darkness, Dean saw Castiel disappear. He stood stock still for a whole 4 minutes, just staring at where the Angel had been. He didn't notice that the light bulbs had been replaced, or the broken glass flashing out of existence. But the heavy smell of ozone, the scent Dean always detected when Castiel used his Angel mojo, was apparent in the now well lit room.

Dean finally shook himself from his stupor, and turned to look at his extremely pissed off looking brother. 'What!? I didn't do anything!' Dean barked out.


 
 
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Sarah
03 September 2012 @ 09:18 pm
Title: Miscommunication Part 6
Rating: PG (series PG-13 overall/eventually)
Genre and/or Pairing: eventual Dean/Cas. ATM - friendship.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Spoilers: none. Takes place sometime during S5
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 370 (this part)
Summary: Very short 'filler' sort of part. Sam leaves messages, Dean ignores them.
Author Note: slightly different to the way I normally set my fanfics out, hope it doesn't suck too much =/ anything in italic, is inner thoughts/monologue. No beta, so I apologise for my horrible spelling/punctuation. Criticism is greatly welcomed, as I really would like to get better at this fanfic writing malarky =).

Previously - 
Miscommunication Part 1 - it starts with a text message... 
Miscommunication Part 2 - Sam's mind may never be clean again...
Miscommunication Part 3 - Cas needs a favour...
Miscommunication Part 4 - Cas reveals that he's falling...
Miscommunication Part 5 - Dean's green eyed monster makes an appearance...

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Sam Winchester let out a long suffering sigh, as his brothers voicemail told him to leave a message...again.

'Yea. Dean...it's Sam. Look it's now...' Sam checked his watch, and the frown on his face deepened, '...it's 9:35pm dude. You've been gone for nearly 8 hours. And we still have this case to deal with. Can you please just phone me back?' Sam was about to hit end call, but stopped. 'Also. If you're drinking yourself to dea...' 'To re-record your message please press...' Sam didn't let the automated female voice finish, he pressed end call.

For a moment, Sam was tempted to throw the damn phone off the cheap motel wall. But no, Sam was better than that. He put the phone back into his jean pocket, took a few calming breaths, and decided to make use of the rarity of being all alone...

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'...if you're drinking yourself to dea...' Dean rolled his eyes, as he listened to the whiney tone of his brothers voice message. Drama queen, much Sammy? 

Dean didn't feel guilty for storming out the way he had, he had damn good reason! His...the, the damnit!, Angel had practically been in his treacherous brothers lap, hanging on his every emo word! Dean slammed his right hand onto the dashboard of the Impala in frustration. Why should he care if the stupid Angel was all overly friendly, BFF-ing with his brother? Not like Dean should care that the personal space issues, that Castiel had only ever had trouble to understand with him, now extended to his floppy haired sibling. Well. Whatever. Stupid prettyb...damnit! Stupid Angel. Stupid Sam. And this stupid thing too! Dean picked the offending object up. More of Sam-antha's douchey-princess-y technology crap. Dean threw the small phone, at least Dean assumed it to be a phone, back onto the passenger seat.

He thought about heading back to the motel, truth was he'd been driving around for hours, doing absolutely nothing productive. He'd only stopped to grab a burger, and mentally stab his brother some more. No. Screw it. I'll stay out awhile longer, let the bitch call and whine all he liked. Dean gunned his beloved Impala's engine, and started scanning the streets for a bar.
 
 
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Sarah
07 August 2012 @ 06:48 pm
Title: [6MoU] You think I'm...
Rating: PG
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, eventually. Friendship atm.
Spoilers: None. Set in my fictitious 6 months between 'Free to be you & me' & 'The End'. 
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 359
Summary: 'What!? No! What!?' 
Author Note:  Everything in italics is inner monologue. Fourth part of my '6 Months of Us' "series". Very happy for criticism, as I do wish to improve my writing =) I have no beta, so ALL '6MoU' fics are unbeta'd - I apologise for all my mistakes/bad punctuation. 
Part 1 - Hey Cas...
Part 2 - Dude, did you just...

Part 3 - Dude, what are you...
Part 4 - You think I'm... [this]
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'Dean...' Castiel ground out, in between a must undignified pant.

'What, Cas? What? I'm trying to...' Dean was out of breath too, and getting increasingly more impatient at how unhelpful his friend was being, 'Right there, your turn, Cassy-boy!'

'Please refrain from referring to my as "Cassy-boy", Dean.' Castiel rearranged his left leg, partly for comfort, as well as better leverage over the human.

After some struggling, on Castiel's part, he was in a position that allowed him to dominate the spiky haired man, below him. 'Dean, please stop fidgeting, it is most off putting.' 

'"It's most off putting, wah wah wah.' Dean mimicked back at the Angel, accompanied by a quirk of his lips. 

At this point, Castiel decided to subtly start using some of his 'Angel mojo' as Dean called it. He moved his left hand, and the arm that was holding Dean up, slipped out from under him. 'I believe I win, Winchester!' Castiel actually sounded surprised at his own words. Dean's eyebrows hit his hairline, 

'Winchester, huh? Fine, but I'm calling you pretty-boy Angel from now on!' Dean did not notice the flash of astonishment on his companions face.

'...You...think I'm...pretty, Dean?' Castiel's usually gravelly voice, was quiet, barely above a whisper.

'What!? No! What!?' Dean's face turned beet red, and he began to fidget, the Angel still above him. 

Dean pushed his way out from under Castiel, all the while avoiding making any eye contact with the blue eyed Angel. 

Dean stood up, and brushed non-existent dust from his clothes, mainly so that his hands had something to do. '...that's enough fun, and games for now, Cas...and I get to choose the next game!' Dean said, only meeting the Angel's startling blue eyes, once he was finished speaking. The Angel's eyes crinkled, as Castiel's mouth formed a warm smile. Dean found himself smiling back at the Angel before him. He should smile more often...his eyes sparkle, and...urgh. Get it together, Dean-o!

Castiel also stood up, and the Twister matt vanished, with one of those awesome flicks of Cas' wrists. 'Very well, Dean. You choose tomorrow's game.' Castiel said, with another stunning smile.
 
 
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