“The hell is wrong with this thing?” Dean asked angrily. He squinted down at the ancient looking fax machine which was beeping pitifully. He couldn’t see the papers he had inserted into the feeder tray and he could only assume that they were jammed inside of the silly old contraption. He let out an exasperated sigh. It was his second day on the job and he was fucking shit up massively already.
“Fuckin’ fax machine. Who the hell uses fax machines anyway…what is this, the 1980’s?” he muttered below his breath. He was suddenly aware of someone standing next to him. When he turned to his right, he flushed. It was the Office Manager, Castiel. He was staring at him, a mixture of curiosity and amusement plain on his face. He watched as Castiel breached his personal space and reached forward, fiddling with the machine.
“I’ve found that…giving it a gentle tap helps,” he murmured in his strange, gravelly voice.
Anonymous asked: Could you write a fic about human!Cas and Dean going to a museum? And Cas being mesmerized by a painting and Dean realizing as he looks at Cas he falls in love with him?
Author’s note: I got this request a while ago, but this prompt really stuck with me, and I finally got around to writing it. :) Enjoy!
“Cas? Hey, what are you doing there, buddy? Did you find anything that could help us?”
Dean walked up to where Cas was having a very intense staring contest with… A painting.
They were working on a case at a museum where a woman had died a mysterious death, and Dean and Castiel were supposed to look around for things that could be considered suspicious, while Sam interrogated the janitor.
Cas didn’t acknowledge Dean until Dean put a hand on his shoulder.
“No, Dean… It has nothing to do with the case. I simply got distracted, I apologize.” Cas muttered, cheeks turning endearingly pink.
Dean frowned as he let his hand slip from Cas’ shoulder, his eyes following Cas’ gaze to the painting.
It was nothing special, if you asked Dean. Obviously, Dean wasn’t exactly an art-specialist… But still, the painting that Cas seemed so fascinated by looked like a pointless mess, in Dean’s humble opinion. Whatever the artist had painted was unrecognizable, as if someone had randomly spilled a few tubes of paint on the canvas. There were messy streaks of black and blue, interrupted by the occasional stray dot of yellow or white. Dean guessed that this one was what people referred to as ‘abstract’.
“Ehm… You got distracted by this thing?” Dean asked, quirking an eyebrow at Cas, even though the former angel was still not paying him any mind.
“Yes, Dean.” Castiel responded in the deep, calm voice that always put Dean at ease, no matter the situation they were in. “It’s beautiful. If you look closely, you can see how it represents the universe. The stars, and the moons, and the planets… It reminds me of what it looked like from up-close, back when I was still…”
Cas fell silent, his pink lips pressing together in a thin line as he seemingly relived a distant memory.
Suddenly, Dean felt small. Small and insignificant, as he was reminded with whom he was actually dealing. It was so easy to forget that his now-human best friend had once been an angel, a powerful creature that had probably seen every corner of the universe.
A nearly imperceptible sigh slipped past Cas’ plush lips.
“Sometimes I miss it, Dean. And this painting… It brought back some memories.” Cas murmured, reaching out a hand to not quite touch the canvas with his fingertips.
Dean was no longer watching the painting, or even trying to understand what Cas saw there. Instead he was studying Cas’ face, the way he frequently did whenever he was sure that Castiel wasn’t watching him. The too-bright artificial light in the room made that the blue and yellow of the painting was faintly reflected in the fallen angel’s deep blue eyes. Dean’s heart fluttered unexplainably.
“I’ve seen stars being born, and I’ve seen them die… I always took it for granted.” Cas said softly, eyes never leaving the painting. “I guess what they say is true after all… You don’t truly know what you have until you lose it.”