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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-08-12 07:46 pm
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Dean/Cassie - When That Morning Comes
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: When that Morning Comes
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Cassie Robinson
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kissbingo Prompt: Body: Shoulder
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: This wasn’t exactly part of her normal behavior.
Author’s Note: Written forcantarina1 for spnrarepairs. The first section is pre-series, the second is doing 113: Route 666, and the other is post the S5 finale if things had gone a little differently.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
This wasn’t exactly part of her normal behavior.
She normally wasn’t the kind of girl who took a guy home that she met at a party. She also wasn’t normally one to back down from a challenge either. Cassie was in a good mood—exams were over, school was out, and she was ready to go out with her friends and have a good time. She had been anticipating a frat, maybe some other kind of college style hang out, but no. Her friends wanted to get out and do something new, and they had just the place in mind.
“This is a biker bar.”
“This is absolutely a biker bar,” Tina smirked from where she was standing next to her. “Look at all the guys in here.” Cassie gave her a skeptical look, and Tina rolled her eyes before dragging her along with the rest of the group to the bar and already starting to line up the shots. “You haven’t been with anyone since you broke up with that loser during the fall semester. You need to get out.”
“I came out to have a good time, not to meet a guy,” Cassie pointed out as a shot was placed in her hand. She was so busy giving her friends a glare that she didn’t notice the guy coming up behind her, but she could definitely hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke.
“Wasn’t aware that the two of ‘em were mutually exclusive.”
Cassie spun around and was about to go off on the guy when she actually got a look at him and stopped short. He definitely wasn’t from around town. He had actual swagger. A lot of the boys around here liked to believe that they had it, but this guy didn’t have to try. He just had it. And it was also probably the nicest looking pair of shoulders she had seen in a while. She didn’t mean to stop dead like that, but before she could respond, Tina jumped in for her.
“They’re not. She’s just a little rusty.” Tina slung her arm around Cassie’s shoulders. “Don’t you mind her, baby.”
The stranger looked her over, that same smirk still on his face. “I think I’d like to.” He reached forward, taking the shot from her hand and knocking it back, before looking over at her with a grin. “I’m Dean.”
Now Cassie was just annoyed that he stole her alcohol. “Cassie. You owe me a shot.”
He just grinned at her, before holding up a hand to signal the bartender. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
When Cassie woke up the next morning, she was slumped on top of Dean on her living room floor. She doesn’t remember exactly how she got there, but by the aches in her body and the fuzziness of her head she knew that she drank way too much and did something she’d probably regret.
It was still dark outside, which she was grateful for, and she slowly pushed herself up, moving to sit on the couch and watching him as he slept. She wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be that way, and even if she wanted him to stay, so she just watched him, eyes darting between his sleeping form and the t-shirt she had stripped off him the night before, not too far away. That shirt seemed to hold the key to everything. If she put it on, he was staying. If she didn’t and went to get her own clothes, he was leaving, and she would probably never see him again. She may not remember much, but what she did remember was good. It was really, really good.
She reached over him, picking up the shirt off the floor and sliding it over her shoulders as he started to stir beneath her. She paused for a minute, hooking her hand under her hair and shaking it out before stepping over him and starting to head towards the kitchen. She heard him shift behind her, and there was that smirk in his voice again.
“Hey. That’s my shirt.”
She glanced back at him, before looking down at the material and giving him a shrug. “Guess it is. Gonna come get it back?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
***
She forgot how much weight came off his shoulders when he was sleeping.
Dean never gave her specifics over what he was going through with his dad or with his brother, but she always knew that there was something leaning on him, holding him down and pulling him away. When he was sleeping, however, it was as though all of that was gone. He was just a guy. No monsters to fight, no father to impress—with her he was just Dean and she could see how much that relaxed him. That, in the end, was what made it all worth it—all the fights, all the stress, everything. None of that mattered when he was here and she made him just Dean.
A small amount of light was starting to diffuse through the room, and she was starting to wake up a little more. She didn’t move much, watching him from where she was lying as she tried to figure out what to do. All she knew right now, was that this wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.
It wasn’t that it hadn’t been good and it wasn’t that it wasn’t par for the course with them. She always hoped that if Dean ever came back into her life that there would be something more. That the reunion wouldn’t be littered arguments and awkwardness, and there would just be—them. The way they were in the beginning when he stole that first shot from her and got under her skin when she really wasn’t looking for anyone to be. She knew the phrase about loving something and letting it go, and what happens when it comes back, but this didn’t feel like Dean coming back. This just seemed like she had finally gotten to stand still and he was sending her bouncing off course again, like something off some twisted emotional Newton’s cradle.
The sun rose more, and he started to stir, and she wasn’t any closer to making a decision on what she wanted. What she did know, however, was that she didn’t have to make one now. She just shifted closer, brushing a kiss against his shoulder and letting her head rest there. For now, she didn’t mind staying close. In fact, for right now, close was all she wanted to be, and she didn’t exactly hear Dean complaining.
***
It had been five years.
The five years had been harder on him than it had been on her. He seemed so much older than he used to be, as though some kind of heavy weight had settled on his shoulders there and refused to lift, crushing him body and soul. She almost didn’t want to ask what happened, even though she knew she was going to have to, because she knew that whatever answer that question had behind it was only going to break her heart. So she asked another one instead.
“Where’s Sam?”
If she had known that that one was going to do the exact same thing, she wouldn’t have bothered.
Dean looked up at her, something inside him broken and shattered, and he just swallowed hard. “Not here.”
His voice so quiet that she wasn’t even sure he had spoken, but he did, and she didn’t hesitate before reaching for his hand and pulling him in closer. He moved inside her house, let the door close behind them and practically threw himself at her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder. She could feel him taking hard ragged breaths, almost as though he was trying to hold something back. She wasn’t sure if it was male pride or the fact that once he started falling apart he wouldn’t be able to stop, but she also knew that whatever it was, it was probably something he needed to do, and she wouldn’t let him go.
It had been five years, but the instinct to protect him—that didn’t go away. No matter what she did.
“It’s okay,” she whispered softly, just standing in her entryway and holding him, one hand sliding up to brace the back of his neck, fingers sliding through short hair and massaging the skin softly. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”
That calm, quiet reassurance seemed to be all that he needed before he cracked. He held on tighter, if anything else but to keep himself steady, and just let it all go.
Hours later, she had finally managed to get him to sleep without drowning himself in alcohol first. They were in her bed, his head on a pillow in her lap, fast asleep. He didn’t tell her what had happened, and she didn’t want to know anyway. She had seen the news reports over the past months, and that told her all she needed to know about what Dean and Sam had found themselves stuck in the middle of. They were things that people, ordinary everyday people, should never have to go through, and she wouldn’t wish them on her worst enemy, let alone someone she loved.
Then again, she should have known that Dean Winchester was never an ordinary, everyday person.
She shifted just enough so that she could look at him comfortably, fingers continuing to slide slowly, soothingly through his hair. This was the one instance where there wasn’t really a choice of whether or not he would stay. She couldn’t send him away like this, not when he had nowhere else to go. There was a part of her that wanted to be practical, saying that he needed help, and that wasn’t help that she could provide—that there were still parts of him that terrified her, and that she would never be able to understand. Even if he said that he was done with all of that—he had changed so much. She didn’t know if the person he had become was still the same person that she loved.
However, there was still that part of her that said that if she loved Dean before, she could love him now, too. It had never really been that hard.
The sun started to rise through her bedroom window and she knew that she was going to have to get up, go to work, and leave him where he was to go run her paper, but she would be back. She would make him breakfast and coffee before she left, and when she came home, she would hope that he would still be there to greet her.
Once that was done, they’d figure it out from there. One step at a time.
And if they happened to skip a few in between, well—they’d see what happened.
Title: When that Morning Comes
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Cassie Robinson
kissbingo Prompt: Body: ShoulderContent Warning: N/A
Summary: This wasn’t exactly part of her normal behavior.
Author’s Note: Written for
cantarina1 for spnrarepairs. The first section is pre-series, the second is doing 113: Route 666, and the other is post the S5 finale if things had gone a little differently.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
This wasn’t exactly part of her normal behavior.
She normally wasn’t the kind of girl who took a guy home that she met at a party. She also wasn’t normally one to back down from a challenge either. Cassie was in a good mood—exams were over, school was out, and she was ready to go out with her friends and have a good time. She had been anticipating a frat, maybe some other kind of college style hang out, but no. Her friends wanted to get out and do something new, and they had just the place in mind.
“This is a biker bar.”
“This is absolutely a biker bar,” Tina smirked from where she was standing next to her. “Look at all the guys in here.” Cassie gave her a skeptical look, and Tina rolled her eyes before dragging her along with the rest of the group to the bar and already starting to line up the shots. “You haven’t been with anyone since you broke up with that loser during the fall semester. You need to get out.”
“I came out to have a good time, not to meet a guy,” Cassie pointed out as a shot was placed in her hand. She was so busy giving her friends a glare that she didn’t notice the guy coming up behind her, but she could definitely hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke.
“Wasn’t aware that the two of ‘em were mutually exclusive.”
Cassie spun around and was about to go off on the guy when she actually got a look at him and stopped short. He definitely wasn’t from around town. He had actual swagger. A lot of the boys around here liked to believe that they had it, but this guy didn’t have to try. He just had it. And it was also probably the nicest looking pair of shoulders she had seen in a while. She didn’t mean to stop dead like that, but before she could respond, Tina jumped in for her.
“They’re not. She’s just a little rusty.” Tina slung her arm around Cassie’s shoulders. “Don’t you mind her, baby.”
The stranger looked her over, that same smirk still on his face. “I think I’d like to.” He reached forward, taking the shot from her hand and knocking it back, before looking over at her with a grin. “I’m Dean.”
Now Cassie was just annoyed that he stole her alcohol. “Cassie. You owe me a shot.”
He just grinned at her, before holding up a hand to signal the bartender. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
When Cassie woke up the next morning, she was slumped on top of Dean on her living room floor. She doesn’t remember exactly how she got there, but by the aches in her body and the fuzziness of her head she knew that she drank way too much and did something she’d probably regret.
It was still dark outside, which she was grateful for, and she slowly pushed herself up, moving to sit on the couch and watching him as he slept. She wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be that way, and even if she wanted him to stay, so she just watched him, eyes darting between his sleeping form and the t-shirt she had stripped off him the night before, not too far away. That shirt seemed to hold the key to everything. If she put it on, he was staying. If she didn’t and went to get her own clothes, he was leaving, and she would probably never see him again. She may not remember much, but what she did remember was good. It was really, really good.
She reached over him, picking up the shirt off the floor and sliding it over her shoulders as he started to stir beneath her. She paused for a minute, hooking her hand under her hair and shaking it out before stepping over him and starting to head towards the kitchen. She heard him shift behind her, and there was that smirk in his voice again.
“Hey. That’s my shirt.”
She glanced back at him, before looking down at the material and giving him a shrug. “Guess it is. Gonna come get it back?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
***
She forgot how much weight came off his shoulders when he was sleeping.
Dean never gave her specifics over what he was going through with his dad or with his brother, but she always knew that there was something leaning on him, holding him down and pulling him away. When he was sleeping, however, it was as though all of that was gone. He was just a guy. No monsters to fight, no father to impress—with her he was just Dean and she could see how much that relaxed him. That, in the end, was what made it all worth it—all the fights, all the stress, everything. None of that mattered when he was here and she made him just Dean.
A small amount of light was starting to diffuse through the room, and she was starting to wake up a little more. She didn’t move much, watching him from where she was lying as she tried to figure out what to do. All she knew right now, was that this wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.
It wasn’t that it hadn’t been good and it wasn’t that it wasn’t par for the course with them. She always hoped that if Dean ever came back into her life that there would be something more. That the reunion wouldn’t be littered arguments and awkwardness, and there would just be—them. The way they were in the beginning when he stole that first shot from her and got under her skin when she really wasn’t looking for anyone to be. She knew the phrase about loving something and letting it go, and what happens when it comes back, but this didn’t feel like Dean coming back. This just seemed like she had finally gotten to stand still and he was sending her bouncing off course again, like something off some twisted emotional Newton’s cradle.
The sun rose more, and he started to stir, and she wasn’t any closer to making a decision on what she wanted. What she did know, however, was that she didn’t have to make one now. She just shifted closer, brushing a kiss against his shoulder and letting her head rest there. For now, she didn’t mind staying close. In fact, for right now, close was all she wanted to be, and she didn’t exactly hear Dean complaining.
***
It had been five years.
The five years had been harder on him than it had been on her. He seemed so much older than he used to be, as though some kind of heavy weight had settled on his shoulders there and refused to lift, crushing him body and soul. She almost didn’t want to ask what happened, even though she knew she was going to have to, because she knew that whatever answer that question had behind it was only going to break her heart. So she asked another one instead.
“Where’s Sam?”
If she had known that that one was going to do the exact same thing, she wouldn’t have bothered.
Dean looked up at her, something inside him broken and shattered, and he just swallowed hard. “Not here.”
His voice so quiet that she wasn’t even sure he had spoken, but he did, and she didn’t hesitate before reaching for his hand and pulling him in closer. He moved inside her house, let the door close behind them and practically threw himself at her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder. She could feel him taking hard ragged breaths, almost as though he was trying to hold something back. She wasn’t sure if it was male pride or the fact that once he started falling apart he wouldn’t be able to stop, but she also knew that whatever it was, it was probably something he needed to do, and she wouldn’t let him go.
It had been five years, but the instinct to protect him—that didn’t go away. No matter what she did.
“It’s okay,” she whispered softly, just standing in her entryway and holding him, one hand sliding up to brace the back of his neck, fingers sliding through short hair and massaging the skin softly. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”
That calm, quiet reassurance seemed to be all that he needed before he cracked. He held on tighter, if anything else but to keep himself steady, and just let it all go.
Hours later, she had finally managed to get him to sleep without drowning himself in alcohol first. They were in her bed, his head on a pillow in her lap, fast asleep. He didn’t tell her what had happened, and she didn’t want to know anyway. She had seen the news reports over the past months, and that told her all she needed to know about what Dean and Sam had found themselves stuck in the middle of. They were things that people, ordinary everyday people, should never have to go through, and she wouldn’t wish them on her worst enemy, let alone someone she loved.
Then again, she should have known that Dean Winchester was never an ordinary, everyday person.
She shifted just enough so that she could look at him comfortably, fingers continuing to slide slowly, soothingly through his hair. This was the one instance where there wasn’t really a choice of whether or not he would stay. She couldn’t send him away like this, not when he had nowhere else to go. There was a part of her that wanted to be practical, saying that he needed help, and that wasn’t help that she could provide—that there were still parts of him that terrified her, and that she would never be able to understand. Even if he said that he was done with all of that—he had changed so much. She didn’t know if the person he had become was still the same person that she loved.
However, there was still that part of her that said that if she loved Dean before, she could love him now, too. It had never really been that hard.
The sun started to rise through her bedroom window and she knew that she was going to have to get up, go to work, and leave him where he was to go run her paper, but she would be back. She would make him breakfast and coffee before she left, and when she came home, she would hope that he would still be there to greet her.
Once that was done, they’d figure it out from there. One step at a time.
And if they happened to skip a few in between, well—they’d see what happened.