SPN Coda(s): 5x18
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errant_janeYeah, so, this is what I did with the first hour or so of my workday. I WAS EXCITED, OKAY? I'm not sure the first one counts as a coda? But I amused myself with it, so /o\ Now I need to go take a nap and try and sleep off my joy hangover.
Point of No Return Coda - Castiel
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Richard is at the bar in the middle of the day again. Since he's retired, he doesn't have too many places to be that would prevent him from drinking during the day, so he goes there a lot. He's got a table to himself in the corner and he's working on his third whiskey soda when the door opens and one of the prettier guys Richard's seen in awhile steps in. He's got dark hair and piercing blue eyes, a rumpled shirt under his coat and he looks as beaten down by life as Richard's ever seen. And Richard's seen beaten down a time or two in his day.
Patrick, the bartender, is all over it, of course. "Oh, honey! You definitely look like you need a drink," he says as soon as the guy sits down, leaning over the bar in his ridiculously tight jeans and bright pink tank top.
"Whiskey." The man's voice is low and scratchy. "Lots of whiskey."
Patrick pours a shot immediately and pushes it over. “What’s his name?”
"Dean." The guy downs his shot and motions for another. He drinks that as well and Patrick pours again without him having to ask.
"Let me guess." Patrick looks him over and smirks. "This Dean, real butch type, right? Flirts with everything that walks, charms you until you don't know which way is up and then leaves you high and dry?"
"You know Dean?" He sounds surprised.
"Oh, yeah. I've known more than one Dean in my time."
Richard gets up and moves to the bar while Patrick is introducing himself. The stranger says his name is Cas. Patrick looks over as Richard sits down and signals for another drink and looks amused by Richard's relocation. Richard gives him a look that he hopes translates into, Let an old queen have his kicks. It gets him another drink and no further commentary from Patrick.
"So, tell me about this Dean," Patrick says, turning his attention back to Cas.
"I fell for him." Cas looks down at his hands.
Well, that much was fairly obvious. Patrick and Richard share a pitying look and Patrick says, "Oh, angel. We always do, don't we?"
Cas shakes his head. "I gave up everything because I believed in him and still he was ready to give himself to Michael."
"Who's Michael?" Patrick asks.
"My brother."
Patrick gasps. "No he did not! What did you do?"
"I..." Cas pauses, his mouth turned up in a grim smile. "Expressed my disappointment."
"Is Michael as gorgeous as you?" Richard asks. He means it as a compliment, something to make the kid feel a little better, but if anything, he looks more pained.
"Michael is--" Cas sighs. "Glorious to behold. And if Dean says yes to him, he is a fool."
"And if he says no?" Patrick asks. "What then?"
"It doesn't matter. If he says no, it will be for Sam."
"Who's Sam?" Richard gets the question in before Patrick this time, caught up completely in Cas' resigned misery.
Cas gives a humorless laugh. "His brother. An abomination. For Sam, Dean would defy heaven a thousand times over."
"You mean? Nu-uh!!" Patrick covers his mouth with his hand and then reaches out to pat Cas' wrist. "Oh, baby. Best you get away from that hot mess as quick as possible and don't ever look back!"
Richard nods vigorously in agreement. How in the world did a straight-edged guy like this get caught up in such a messed up situation?
"Perhaps." Cas appears to consider it. "Perhaps you are right," he finally says, downing another shot.
"Of course I'm right! Aren't I right?" Patrick turns to Richard, hands on his hips and a fiercely determined look on his face. In the time that Richard has known Patrick, he's never seen him quite this indignant over someone else's problems. It's kind of sweet, really.
"He's right," Richard agrees sincerely.
"Honey, this guy has more issues than Time magazine. And even without the whole brother thing, if he was that stupid to let you go, then good riddance! You can do better, baby. Pretty thing like you? Trust me."
"Oh, Dean will come looking for me." He says it so matter-of-factly that Richard doesn't know what to make of it. "He still needs me."
Patrick turns to Richard, his expression upset and resigned. Another one of those, Richard thinks.
"Can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved,” Patrick says, mostly to himself.
Cas looks surprised by that. "That is true. Redemption cannot be granted unless it is asked for." He pulls out his wallet and throws several bills down to pay for his drinks. "Thank you for your counsel, Patrick." He turns to Richard and nods. "Richard. No matter what others may tell you, your souls are not damned to hell. You have purity of heart."
"Thanks, baby. Right back atcha." Patrick winks at him. "If you ever get over this Dean thing, you know where to find me."
He leaves as Richard is trying to determine when he told Cas his name.
"Yow," Patrick says as the door closes again. "Talk about drama," he singsongs.
"I don't understand the kids today," Richard admits. "This Dean guy is sleeping with both Cas' brother and his own and Cas is still willing to go back to him? Is it just me, or does it seem like the whole world's gone down the crapper?"
"Don't even get me started." Patrick wipes up the bar with the bar towel, picking up the bills. "And he left me three-hundred dollars for a few shots of whiskey."
Richard shakes his head. "Why are the pretty ones always so crazy?"
"Not all the pretty ones." Patrick gives him a saucy wink. "Look at you, silver fox, still in possession of all your logic."
"Yeah." Richard laughs, taking it for the innocent flirtation that it is. "Well, we're the exceptions that prove the rule, aren't we?"
"Mmmm." Patrick leans on the counter, his chin resting on his hand and sighs. "Still, it's a pity, isn't it?"
"Of the highest order." Richard raises his glass in acknowledgment. "I'll drink to that."
Note: Okay, I was really just thinking that Castiel could really use a sassy gay friend right about now. The original version of this was his POV, but I think I like it this way better. *head tilt*
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Point of No Return Coda - Sam and Dean
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As soon as they stop for gas, Sam jumps out of the car, tossing a, "Gotta pee. I'll get snacks while I'm in there," over his shoulder as he jogs inside.
Dean pulls out his cell and scrolls down until he finds Bobby’s number and dials. Between hell and the end of the world, he's not so much worried about talking on the cell while he pumps gas anymore.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Bobby. It's me."
There's a pause, long enough that Dean thinks he's lost the connection. He's about to hang up and dial again when Bobby says, "Dean?"
"Yeah." Dean laughs quietly. Maybe it's inappropriate, but his heart feels oddly light right now. "Bet you didn't think you'd be hearing from me again, huh?"
"No. I didn't." Bobby's voice is hard and unforgiving, no trace of good humor to be found.
"Yeah, I, uh." Dean shifts uncomfortably and scratches the back of his neck. "We're on our way back to your place, Sam and I. We lost Adam and Cas, but we'll find them. We'll get them back and do this right." Dean nods to himself. "We will."
"That so?" Bobby doesn't sound entirely convinced, which is fair. Dean hasn't given him much basis for confidence.
"Look, Bobby, I know that lately I've been—"
"A pathetic, whiny little bitch?" Bobby finishes for him.
Dean blinks in surprise. "I was gonna go with 'a little lost,' but what you said works too. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeats for good measure. "I know everyone's on edge right now and—I know. I'm done with that. I'm all in now. Team Free Will for the win and then we're going to Disneyland."
Bobby's quiet again and Dean waits. Finally he sighs and says, "That's good to hear and all. But if you don’t mind my askin', what happened?"
There's a jingling sound and Dean looks up to see Sam walking towards him, two huge soft drinks in his hand, a bulging plastic bag hanging from one arm and a smile on his face. For the first time that he can remember, Dean feels whole. No pieces missing, no Sword of Damocles hanging over his head that every time he goes to sleep, there's the possibility he'll wake up alone.
"Found my faith, Bobby." He shakes his head and laughs at himself. "Damnedest thing. It's always the last place you think to look."
"Right." Bobby snorts loudly. "Well, I'm glad you two kissed and made up, 'cause if we've got even a chance in hell of doing this, it's gonna be together."
"Damn straight," Dean agrees, winking at Sam. "We got this."
"Oh, good," Bobby says sarcastically. "I'll just stop worrying now, because you've got it."
"Right. Okay, well we're about to get back on the road again. We're just gonna drive straight through, so we'll be there as soon as we can, okay?"
"Sure thing, kid. Drive safe." With that Bobby hangs up.
Dean slides his phone back in his pocket and pulls the nozzle out of the gas tank and closes everything up. He doesn't even bitch at Sam that he could have done that instead of sitting in the car the whole time. "You buy the whole store?" Dean asks when he slides in the driver's seat, nodding at the bag Sam's holding.
"I figured we we're gonna be on the road for awhile." Sam’s still smiling as he hands Dean a Hostess fruit pie.
"What are you grinnin' at? You know this ain't the best of times, right?" Dean tears into his pie and takes a bite before starting the car, aware that he's grinning just as stupidly as Sam is.
"Maybe not, but I got my big brother back." Sam shrugs. "So it isn't the worst of times either. Gotta take our joy where we can find it."
"God you're lame." Dean puts the car in gear and pulls out onto the road.
"Your face is lame."
Dean laughs. He knows the world is still there, waiting to come crashing back down on his shoulders. But he's got Sam next to him and he trusts him to share the weight this time. For the moment it's enough.
Note: Sam and Dean made up!!! \o/ I fear ridic happiness over this for some time to come yet. SAM AND DEAN MADE UP!!!
Point of No Return Coda - Castiel
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Richard is at the bar in the middle of the day again. Since he's retired, he doesn't have too many places to be that would prevent him from drinking during the day, so he goes there a lot. He's got a table to himself in the corner and he's working on his third whiskey soda when the door opens and one of the prettier guys Richard's seen in awhile steps in. He's got dark hair and piercing blue eyes, a rumpled shirt under his coat and he looks as beaten down by life as Richard's ever seen. And Richard's seen beaten down a time or two in his day.
Patrick, the bartender, is all over it, of course. "Oh, honey! You definitely look like you need a drink," he says as soon as the guy sits down, leaning over the bar in his ridiculously tight jeans and bright pink tank top.
"Whiskey." The man's voice is low and scratchy. "Lots of whiskey."
Patrick pours a shot immediately and pushes it over. “What’s his name?”
"Dean." The guy downs his shot and motions for another. He drinks that as well and Patrick pours again without him having to ask.
"Let me guess." Patrick looks him over and smirks. "This Dean, real butch type, right? Flirts with everything that walks, charms you until you don't know which way is up and then leaves you high and dry?"
"You know Dean?" He sounds surprised.
"Oh, yeah. I've known more than one Dean in my time."
Richard gets up and moves to the bar while Patrick is introducing himself. The stranger says his name is Cas. Patrick looks over as Richard sits down and signals for another drink and looks amused by Richard's relocation. Richard gives him a look that he hopes translates into, Let an old queen have his kicks. It gets him another drink and no further commentary from Patrick.
"So, tell me about this Dean," Patrick says, turning his attention back to Cas.
"I fell for him." Cas looks down at his hands.
Well, that much was fairly obvious. Patrick and Richard share a pitying look and Patrick says, "Oh, angel. We always do, don't we?"
Cas shakes his head. "I gave up everything because I believed in him and still he was ready to give himself to Michael."
"Who's Michael?" Patrick asks.
"My brother."
Patrick gasps. "No he did not! What did you do?"
"I..." Cas pauses, his mouth turned up in a grim smile. "Expressed my disappointment."
"Is Michael as gorgeous as you?" Richard asks. He means it as a compliment, something to make the kid feel a little better, but if anything, he looks more pained.
"Michael is--" Cas sighs. "Glorious to behold. And if Dean says yes to him, he is a fool."
"And if he says no?" Patrick asks. "What then?"
"It doesn't matter. If he says no, it will be for Sam."
"Who's Sam?" Richard gets the question in before Patrick this time, caught up completely in Cas' resigned misery.
Cas gives a humorless laugh. "His brother. An abomination. For Sam, Dean would defy heaven a thousand times over."
"You mean? Nu-uh!!" Patrick covers his mouth with his hand and then reaches out to pat Cas' wrist. "Oh, baby. Best you get away from that hot mess as quick as possible and don't ever look back!"
Richard nods vigorously in agreement. How in the world did a straight-edged guy like this get caught up in such a messed up situation?
"Perhaps." Cas appears to consider it. "Perhaps you are right," he finally says, downing another shot.
"Of course I'm right! Aren't I right?" Patrick turns to Richard, hands on his hips and a fiercely determined look on his face. In the time that Richard has known Patrick, he's never seen him quite this indignant over someone else's problems. It's kind of sweet, really.
"He's right," Richard agrees sincerely.
"Honey, this guy has more issues than Time magazine. And even without the whole brother thing, if he was that stupid to let you go, then good riddance! You can do better, baby. Pretty thing like you? Trust me."
"Oh, Dean will come looking for me." He says it so matter-of-factly that Richard doesn't know what to make of it. "He still needs me."
Patrick turns to Richard, his expression upset and resigned. Another one of those, Richard thinks.
"Can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved,” Patrick says, mostly to himself.
Cas looks surprised by that. "That is true. Redemption cannot be granted unless it is asked for." He pulls out his wallet and throws several bills down to pay for his drinks. "Thank you for your counsel, Patrick." He turns to Richard and nods. "Richard. No matter what others may tell you, your souls are not damned to hell. You have purity of heart."
"Thanks, baby. Right back atcha." Patrick winks at him. "If you ever get over this Dean thing, you know where to find me."
He leaves as Richard is trying to determine when he told Cas his name.
"Yow," Patrick says as the door closes again. "Talk about drama," he singsongs.
"I don't understand the kids today," Richard admits. "This Dean guy is sleeping with both Cas' brother and his own and Cas is still willing to go back to him? Is it just me, or does it seem like the whole world's gone down the crapper?"
"Don't even get me started." Patrick wipes up the bar with the bar towel, picking up the bills. "And he left me three-hundred dollars for a few shots of whiskey."
Richard shakes his head. "Why are the pretty ones always so crazy?"
"Not all the pretty ones." Patrick gives him a saucy wink. "Look at you, silver fox, still in possession of all your logic."
"Yeah." Richard laughs, taking it for the innocent flirtation that it is. "Well, we're the exceptions that prove the rule, aren't we?"
"Mmmm." Patrick leans on the counter, his chin resting on his hand and sighs. "Still, it's a pity, isn't it?"
"Of the highest order." Richard raises his glass in acknowledgment. "I'll drink to that."
Note: Okay, I was really just thinking that Castiel could really use a sassy gay friend right about now. The original version of this was his POV, but I think I like it this way better. *head tilt*
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Point of No Return Coda - Sam and Dean
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As soon as they stop for gas, Sam jumps out of the car, tossing a, "Gotta pee. I'll get snacks while I'm in there," over his shoulder as he jogs inside.
Dean pulls out his cell and scrolls down until he finds Bobby’s number and dials. Between hell and the end of the world, he's not so much worried about talking on the cell while he pumps gas anymore.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Bobby. It's me."
There's a pause, long enough that Dean thinks he's lost the connection. He's about to hang up and dial again when Bobby says, "Dean?"
"Yeah." Dean laughs quietly. Maybe it's inappropriate, but his heart feels oddly light right now. "Bet you didn't think you'd be hearing from me again, huh?"
"No. I didn't." Bobby's voice is hard and unforgiving, no trace of good humor to be found.
"Yeah, I, uh." Dean shifts uncomfortably and scratches the back of his neck. "We're on our way back to your place, Sam and I. We lost Adam and Cas, but we'll find them. We'll get them back and do this right." Dean nods to himself. "We will."
"That so?" Bobby doesn't sound entirely convinced, which is fair. Dean hasn't given him much basis for confidence.
"Look, Bobby, I know that lately I've been—"
"A pathetic, whiny little bitch?" Bobby finishes for him.
Dean blinks in surprise. "I was gonna go with 'a little lost,' but what you said works too. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeats for good measure. "I know everyone's on edge right now and—I know. I'm done with that. I'm all in now. Team Free Will for the win and then we're going to Disneyland."
Bobby's quiet again and Dean waits. Finally he sighs and says, "That's good to hear and all. But if you don’t mind my askin', what happened?"
There's a jingling sound and Dean looks up to see Sam walking towards him, two huge soft drinks in his hand, a bulging plastic bag hanging from one arm and a smile on his face. For the first time that he can remember, Dean feels whole. No pieces missing, no Sword of Damocles hanging over his head that every time he goes to sleep, there's the possibility he'll wake up alone.
"Found my faith, Bobby." He shakes his head and laughs at himself. "Damnedest thing. It's always the last place you think to look."
"Right." Bobby snorts loudly. "Well, I'm glad you two kissed and made up, 'cause if we've got even a chance in hell of doing this, it's gonna be together."
"Damn straight," Dean agrees, winking at Sam. "We got this."
"Oh, good," Bobby says sarcastically. "I'll just stop worrying now, because you've got it."
"Right. Okay, well we're about to get back on the road again. We're just gonna drive straight through, so we'll be there as soon as we can, okay?"
"Sure thing, kid. Drive safe." With that Bobby hangs up.
Dean slides his phone back in his pocket and pulls the nozzle out of the gas tank and closes everything up. He doesn't even bitch at Sam that he could have done that instead of sitting in the car the whole time. "You buy the whole store?" Dean asks when he slides in the driver's seat, nodding at the bag Sam's holding.
"I figured we we're gonna be on the road for awhile." Sam’s still smiling as he hands Dean a Hostess fruit pie.
"What are you grinnin' at? You know this ain't the best of times, right?" Dean tears into his pie and takes a bite before starting the car, aware that he's grinning just as stupidly as Sam is.
"Maybe not, but I got my big brother back." Sam shrugs. "So it isn't the worst of times either. Gotta take our joy where we can find it."
"God you're lame." Dean puts the car in gear and pulls out onto the road.
"Your face is lame."
Dean laughs. He knows the world is still there, waiting to come crashing back down on his shoulders. But he's got Sam next to him and he trusts him to share the weight this time. For the moment it's enough.
Note: Sam and Dean made up!!! \o/ I fear ridic happiness over this for some time to come yet. SAM AND DEAN MADE UP!!!
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Date: 2010-04-18 04:12 pm (UTC)Ahahahahaa!! I now have the mental image of Castiel's sassy gay friend being all, "Oh, no. Trust me, that one is all heartbreak and drama. You should definitely go for Mr. Tall Dark and Pin-me-against-the-wall over there. Rowr!"
Castiel: "Things with Sam are... complicated."
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Date: 2010-04-16 11:49 pm (UTC)And Sam and Dean! SO CUTE! And I love how Bobby's all like 'glad you two made up' when Dean's all talking about finding his faith, because yeah, Dean is obvious like that. *g*
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Date: 2010-04-18 04:25 pm (UTC)Thank you!!!
It makes me laugh.
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Date: 2010-04-16 11:59 pm (UTC)And this is so Bobby:
"Damn straight," Dean agrees, winking at Sam. "We got this."
"Oh, good," Bobby says sarcastically. "I'll just stop worrying now, because you've got it."
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Date: 2010-04-17 04:00 am (UTC)The second just made me smile!
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Date: 2010-04-17 07:03 am (UTC)"Your face is lame" is epic in the way you know it means "you're so awesome and I love you too" all rolled into one.
And OMG Cas. We love you, baby, and the Winchesters do too!
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Date: 2010-04-18 04:35 pm (UTC)That's totally what it means!!
Poor Cas!! He needs a support group to help him deal with the Winchesters. He is not used to this level of DRAMA!! ;D
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Date: 2010-04-25 12:28 am (UTC)Love the happy SamandDean coda, too. Love to see the broken things begin to mend.