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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-11-21 03:00 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-11-21 03:00 am
Castiel/Jo - Smoke 'Em if You Got 'Em
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Smoke ‘Em if You Got ‘Em
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel/Jo Harvelle
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tamingthemuse Prompt: I have been a stranger in a strange land
kissbingo Prompt: Emotion: Laughter
Content Warning: Spoilers through 504: The End, drug use.
Summary: She’s not sure when she and Cas happen.
Author’s Note: Formyherodrowning, who requested some Cas/Jo. Set in the 2014 AU because … that’s a fun Cas to play with. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She’s not sure when she and Cas happen. Probably sometime after she and Dean don’t.
It’s the end of the world, and she doesn’t really care. Dean isn’t exactly one for comfort lately, whether it be taking or receiving. Jo could comfort someone to the end of the world, but she couldn’t help someone who didn’t want to be helped. So when Dean stops taking, she takes herself elsewhere, to a cabin in the back of the compound where they keep their token angel of the Lord.
Castiel hasn’t been an angel for some time, but Jo still treats him as one. He gives her this look sometimes, like he doesn’t want to be reminded of what he used to be, but she doesn’t take it personally. She knows that what he used to be hurts. It’s why he does the things he does.
He’s sprawled on a cot, joint between his fingers, and when she walks in the room, he flashes her a lazy smile. “Our fearless leader being a royal dick again?”
“Something like that,” she sighs, flopping down next to him. There’s fairly little space between them—just enough that she’s not sitting on top of him. It didn’t used to be that way. She used to give him as much space as she could, but the more comfortable they got, the closer she got, and at this point, there isn’t a lot of Cas that she is unfamiliar with. It is just the way it happened. There are still lines she hasn’t crossed, however, and one of them is the joint sitting between the angel’s fingers. Secondhand high, sure, but she’s never actively taken the hit. Giving up that last vestige of control is a line she can’t cross, and maybe it makes her a little ridiculous, but she’s just not ready to give that up yet. He tips his hand upward, so that the joint is held to her in an offer, and at first, she shakes her head.
“C’mon, Harvelle,” he smirks. “It’s the end of the world. Isn’t the phrase ‘smoke ‘em if you got ‘em’?”
“Keep your drugs, angel,” she replies. “I’m doin’ just fine all on my own.”
Cas shrugs and takes another drag on the joint, before placing it off to the side. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, which is usually a good indicator of how far gone he was, and that lazy smile was still painted on his lips, hanging there as though it isn’t real, and as far as she is concerned, it probably isn’t. It’s all a façade, just to keep everyone else thinking that she’s managing. Those thoughts are quickly starting to fade, however, as the smoke starts to get in that system, and she can feel that familiar buzz start to tickle under her skin, like laughter that you have to keep down so that no one else hears you.
“You know what I’ve noticed? You humans are so repressed,” he comments, talking too fast for Jo to really process it, and she just nods, because he’s probably right. He has been watching them for a long time, even if it was all still strange to him. “You’re all miserable, but you all have to live by these rules. You deprive, deprive, deprive, and then you wonder why demons are able to get to you the way they are.”
She rocks her head to the side, before looking up at him. “Aren’t you guys the ones who made up all the rules?”
“They also thought they could win the Apocalypse. Look where that got us.” He shifts his shoulders a bit, and she sits up so that she’s eye level with him, as oppose to resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m just saying. You guys could stand to learn a thing or two.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she sighs, before leaning forward, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I should get back.”
His head tips at the last minute, catching her lips with a soft brush. She freezes at first—it is a gesture she wasn’t expecting—but after a minute she’s leaning into him and that repeating that tentative brush. She’s not sure if it’s something she wants to do, or if it’s the drugs bringing out the curiosity in her, but it’s been a long time since someone had actually paid attention to her that way. She needs it. It’s the end of the world, and it’s so fucking trivial, but for a little while at least, she wants to be wanted. And for the moment, Cas seems to want her. She lets him push her down onto the cot, settling over her, and just losing herself in the moment for a little while.
It is the end of the world, after all. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
Title: Smoke ‘Em if You Got ‘Em
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Castiel/Jo Harvelle
tamingthemuse Prompt: I have been a stranger in a strange landkissbingo Prompt: Emotion: LaughterContent Warning: Spoilers through 504: The End, drug use.
Summary: She’s not sure when she and Cas happen.
Author’s Note: For
myherodrowning, who requested some Cas/Jo. Set in the 2014 AU because … that’s a fun Cas to play with. I hope you like it.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She’s not sure when she and Cas happen. Probably sometime after she and Dean don’t.
It’s the end of the world, and she doesn’t really care. Dean isn’t exactly one for comfort lately, whether it be taking or receiving. Jo could comfort someone to the end of the world, but she couldn’t help someone who didn’t want to be helped. So when Dean stops taking, she takes herself elsewhere, to a cabin in the back of the compound where they keep their token angel of the Lord.
Castiel hasn’t been an angel for some time, but Jo still treats him as one. He gives her this look sometimes, like he doesn’t want to be reminded of what he used to be, but she doesn’t take it personally. She knows that what he used to be hurts. It’s why he does the things he does.
He’s sprawled on a cot, joint between his fingers, and when she walks in the room, he flashes her a lazy smile. “Our fearless leader being a royal dick again?”
“Something like that,” she sighs, flopping down next to him. There’s fairly little space between them—just enough that she’s not sitting on top of him. It didn’t used to be that way. She used to give him as much space as she could, but the more comfortable they got, the closer she got, and at this point, there isn’t a lot of Cas that she is unfamiliar with. It is just the way it happened. There are still lines she hasn’t crossed, however, and one of them is the joint sitting between the angel’s fingers. Secondhand high, sure, but she’s never actively taken the hit. Giving up that last vestige of control is a line she can’t cross, and maybe it makes her a little ridiculous, but she’s just not ready to give that up yet. He tips his hand upward, so that the joint is held to her in an offer, and at first, she shakes her head.
“C’mon, Harvelle,” he smirks. “It’s the end of the world. Isn’t the phrase ‘smoke ‘em if you got ‘em’?”
“Keep your drugs, angel,” she replies. “I’m doin’ just fine all on my own.”
Cas shrugs and takes another drag on the joint, before placing it off to the side. His eyes were half-lidded from the drugs, which is usually a good indicator of how far gone he was, and that lazy smile was still painted on his lips, hanging there as though it isn’t real, and as far as she is concerned, it probably isn’t. It’s all a façade, just to keep everyone else thinking that she’s managing. Those thoughts are quickly starting to fade, however, as the smoke starts to get in that system, and she can feel that familiar buzz start to tickle under her skin, like laughter that you have to keep down so that no one else hears you.
“You know what I’ve noticed? You humans are so repressed,” he comments, talking too fast for Jo to really process it, and she just nods, because he’s probably right. He has been watching them for a long time, even if it was all still strange to him. “You’re all miserable, but you all have to live by these rules. You deprive, deprive, deprive, and then you wonder why demons are able to get to you the way they are.”
She rocks her head to the side, before looking up at him. “Aren’t you guys the ones who made up all the rules?”
“They also thought they could win the Apocalypse. Look where that got us.” He shifts his shoulders a bit, and she sits up so that she’s eye level with him, as oppose to resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m just saying. You guys could stand to learn a thing or two.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she sighs, before leaning forward, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I should get back.”
His head tips at the last minute, catching her lips with a soft brush. She freezes at first—it is a gesture she wasn’t expecting—but after a minute she’s leaning into him and that repeating that tentative brush. She’s not sure if it’s something she wants to do, or if it’s the drugs bringing out the curiosity in her, but it’s been a long time since someone had actually paid attention to her that way. She needs it. It’s the end of the world, and it’s so fucking trivial, but for a little while at least, she wants to be wanted. And for the moment, Cas seems to want her. She lets him push her down onto the cot, settling over her, and just losing herself in the moment for a little while.
It is the end of the world, after all. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
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Hey, do you want to post this over at spnpussypalace? http://community.livejournal.com/spnpussypalace/ I'm a mod there and the members would love this fic :)
Btw don't get distracted by the name (I didn't think it up). It's actually a comm dedicated to the wonderful women of Supernatural.
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I'm glad you liked it!
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I had to use this icon for it.
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Also, it's not finished yet, but her history's up (http://community.livejournal.com/roadrunnermuses/32225.html).
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alsdkjfas eeee omg i'm loving the sound of her so much, Em. ;__;
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Jo is not allowed to speak to me about this at all.
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