"Bad news? About what? Who are you? What happened?"
And now she’s freaking out.
"You are very kind, Piper. Thank you." He watched her relay the order, enjoying the brightness of the souls around him. He’d only had grace again for a short time, and he really had missed seeing people’s souls.
After a moment, Piper returned with the sandwich. “Small Roast Beef with minimal toppings.”
"Thank you. I have been…quite hungry for some quite time, and I do not have a way to feed myself."
Lucifer had come to drop of some protective charms, to help with protecting Castiel's charges, when he paused. "I didn't realize you were trying for children." Lucifer says, sensing the newly formed souls within his brother's vessel. "When were you going to tell me that I'm going to be an uncle?"
Castiel looked down at himself. “You are telling me that I am impregnated? I…I was not trying. I…the man I had intercourse with…I did not intend for us to breed.”
That caused Lucifer to pause and reign his grace in. His immediate reaction was to go out and find the person who dared touch his brother and then left him; but he knew that would help nothing.
"You have twins." Lucifer told him. "I…assumed you knew." It was hard for angels to conceive without a strong bond between the parents and Lucifer knew the pregnancy would be hard without that bond to draw from. "I’m sorry I am the bearer of bad news then."
Castiel paled, and he looked down at his belly. “I….” He looked up at Lucifer. “How am I to carry two babies to term alone?” he asked, looking devastated. “Brother….I’m….I’m scared. What do I do?”
He knew what happened to angels who bred without a partner or nestmate, or who’s mate left during the pregnancy. It was ingrained in their grace to know, as a deterrent to having too many angels mate when they weren’t meant to. He leaned forward to burrow against Lucifer’s chest.
"What did you get me, Dean?"
"It’s not.. I mean.. You probably won’t use it." He shifted awkwardly, pulling a box out from behind his back. "But you don’t exactly have.. A birthday that we know of.. But uh.. Yeah." His lips quirked into a smile as he held the box out. Inside was a gun, just like his, though the detailing on the handle was black with a flash of blue in the pearled sheen finish. "You’re one of us, n’ as one of us, you get one of them."
Castiel took the box, opening it up. He stared at the gun for a moment before looking up at Dean. He smiled, taking the gun out and running his fingers over it. “It looks like yours,” he murmured. “But it’s…the colors of my wings. You…found one that was these colors?”
Outwardly || rockstar!Dean || +blueeyestrenchcoat
Castiel had been a journalist for years, but his bosses knew him and knew what kinds of jobs he normally preferred. Meaning they knew he hated jobs like this.
Having to spend a few months with a rockstar was bad enough, but did it really have to be Dean Winchester? Castiel couldn’t stand the man. He wanted nothing to do with him. Apparently that was why he was picked. The article would be much less “fangirly” if it wasn’t written by someone obsessed with Dean. So here Castiel was.
He paused when he saw Dean waiting in the doorway, then he slipped into his more professional self and smiled, extending a hand. “Hello, Mr. Winchester. I’m Castiel Novak.”
He knew that this was probably going to be one of the worst experiences of his life, since Dean had so much trouble being nice to the fangirls, always feeling slightly uncomfortable with the standard that they held him.
Especially when they tried to touch him. And he doubted that they would be able to get someone who wasn’t a fan to come with him, because he knew that his reputation tended to precede him pretty harshly. So he was going to be stuck for who knows how long with a journalist who would probably panic every time he was seen for the next who knows how long. And he just had to keep calm about it.
The man glanced down to his watch, not that the journalist was late, just to act like he had something to do before looking up, shaking his hand back with a smirk, “Dean Winchester. Suppose you knew that. Nice to meet you, Cas.”
Castiel barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Dean’s expression and cockiness. He knew that was part of being a rockstar, but it didn’t have to make Castiel like Dean at all. He stayed professional, however, knowing that causing a rift between them would only make his job more difficult.
"I’m assuming my boss told you what I would be doing, but in case he didn’t, I’m going to be following you around for a few weeks. I want you to pretend I’m not there, and act as you normally would in every situation."
He handed Dean a piece of paper. “I need you to sign this. It just says that you’ll act normally and won’t take the article and spread it around before we can publish it.”
((Of course I walk in the door after being sick and therefore barely sleeping and then driving for 4 hours and my mom immediately got angry at me because I forgot my hamper and therefore my only pants are a pair of dress pants that don’t fit like why is she angry at me for that it’s my problem it literally does not affect her life in any way.))
A Timelord’s Wings - prohevefilidevium
He couldn’t help the small laugh when Dean repeated the same words everyone else had always said to him. “Just the Doctor, Dean.” He nodded at his words, smiling. “See? You are proving useful already. Let’s go to the Roadhouse, then, and see if there’s anything going on around here.”
"Alright, well, your choice, I guess," He snorted in response before nodding his head with the next words, "Suppose I am. Though, most people ‘round here could’ve suggested the Roadhouse. ‘cept for the gossips themselves." He laughed and then walked forward, toward his car, "Need a ride?"
The Doctor glanced at his TARDIS before looking at Dean again, nodding. “It would probably be more efficient if I were to ride with you,” he replied, following Dean. “But most people would not have offered to help and accompany a stranger. That makes you unique.”
"I know Cas, but it doesn’t hurt to hear you say it every once in a while."
Castiel turned to Dean, frowning. “My apologies, Dean. I…I wish I could be of use to you.”
"What do you mean more use?" Dean shook his head and moved closer to Castiel, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You are, Cas. It’s not like I expect you to know everything, I don’t mind helping you, you know. I uh, it’s the other way around actually. You’re an angel and all and I’m just Dean. So yeah, don’t worry."
"You still believe you are not worthy?" Castiel asked. He rested his hand over where his handprint was on Dean’s shoulder, squeezing. "You are more worthy of my love than anyone or anything I have ever met."
"You wish to know what happened in the video?" Castiel asked, tilting his head.
Castiel nodded, staring at his hand and using his grace to slick them up. He pushed one inside Dean, tilting his head as he explored.
His lips quirked into a smile, bending his legs at the knee to tilt his hips a little, giving Cas better access. “Mmm, that feels good.” He breathed, “— But add a second finger, I can take it. ‘Sides, I kinda like the slight burn..”
Castiel obediently added another finger, moving them around carefully. “I am doing this correctly?” he asked. He rubbed Dean’s thigh with his free hand, unsure what else to do with it.
"I am indeed, yes. I do wish my body would recover from the childbirth."
Castiel sighed, looking down. “I’m not entirely sure. This isn’t exactly a normal thing.” He looked at the deep gash in his arm. “Perhaps I should not have attempted hunting while in this state.”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, probably not, but uh, we’ll figure this out, ok? But uh, in the meantime? You’re getting some shut-eye. I mean, that kinda helps you recharge your batteries, right?”
Castiel nodded. “We should tend to my wound first. Could…could you take care of it for me? I don’t think I can do it myself.” He kissed Dean. “And then you and I will take a nap.”