Dean/Castiel: Sacred Beauty
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Complete? Yes.
Title: Sacred Beauty
Author: Katya Starling
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: None
Summary: Cas ponders love after Dean puts someone in their place.
Notes: All characters belong to Kripke, not me, and are used without permission.
Some things had always been meant to be sacred, especially love. Even the snake had not spoken to Eve the way he had just been spoken to, but then Eve had been a woman and the snake had been expertly, purposefully cunning and charming. If he had slandered her, after all, he surely would never have gotten her to bite the forbidden fruit.
Still, it burned Castiel that love could be so belittled in these modern times. It was taken for granted, and so often told it did not exist. People who loved each other who could not marry for this reason or that were led to believe they were living in sin, even when they loved one another greater than couples who had been married to, and often cheating on, each other for years. The current society dictated that money must play a part in marriage, and too many couples simply did not have the funds to make such happen.
Of course, funds never bothered the brothers, and Dean could wed him easily if he chose to. Yet Castiel still knew how the mortal felt. He never doubted Dean's love; in fact, the purple bruise currently swelling over his lover's right eye was testament to his feelings for Cas. Castiel's invisible wings fluttered as he surveyed the bruise, but Dean just shrugged off his concern, as he so often did. "You should've seen the other guy," he said, grinning.
The barkeep sat two long neck bottles in front of them. "On the house," he said, and then to Cas instead of Dean, he added, "Sorry about that. You guys and any of your friends are always welcome here. My brother's a gay." He moved off to see to other customers and leave them alone.
Cas' wings fluttered again; they seemed to do that more often every time Dean was around lately. He yearned to draw him into not just his human-looking arms but his wings as well, but if ever he allowed his wings to wrap around him in public, and especially when they were both conscious, Cas knew he would never let him go again. Instead of Dean protecting him from some small-minded individual who chose to call him a dirty name because he loved a man, Castiel would insist on protecting Dean from the whole world, Heaven, Hell, and everything in between.
Dean threw back a slug of his beer, but then lowered the glass slowly and surveyed Cas with a raised eyebrow. "You okay? I know he didn't get you."
"No, he did not 'get' me." He did not get him, or them, at all. Love was not something that was dictated by money, government affairs, or even gender. Millions of supposed Christians believed that it was dictated through God's words in the Bible, but when Jesus had walked the Earth, government had not played a part in marriage and many people had never had a 'legal' ceremony.
Furthermore, being gay, as the love for another in one's own gender was called, was not a choice, no matter what anyone believed; God made some people heterosexual and others gay. Castiel had never been able to guess what the difference was in the time of creation, but it was not up to him, or to any one, to question God and rather or not some one should be born gay, straight, or even bi. "These humans," he murmured, his dark wings flexing with irritation, "have some nerve."
"Hmph! You're telling me!" Dean finished his beer, set the empty glass down on the counter, and slid closer to his guardian Angel. "You okay?" he asked again, his voice lowering and growing huskier.
"I am fine." Castiel's wings moved to flutter again, but he flexed them instead. He was glad Dean could not see them; they were such an annoying tell of his true emotions. He simply did not understand people like that prejudiced man, who had seen something beautiful but instead chose to look at it, and them, as though their love was something ugly that should be condemned.
"No, you're not." Dean lifted Cas' chin in one hand, then caressed his cheek with his other. He drew his thumb across his lips. "Stop lying to me, Angel."
"You never call me that -- " Castiel frowned.
Dean shrugged. "You're an Angel. You're not supposed to lie."
"I just -- " Cas' frown deepened. "I do not understand -- "
"They're scum. They're not worth understanding. Now come here, you. Give the victor a reward, and let's forget about idiots for a night, okay?" He kissed him again and again until Castiel murmured his agreement into Dean's open mouth. Their tongues danced together as they wrapped arms around one another and dared once more to show the world at large the most beautiful thing they knew, their love.
The End
Complete? Yes.
Title: Sacred Beauty
Author: Katya Starling
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13/T
Warnings: None
Summary: Cas ponders love after Dean puts someone in their place.
Notes: All characters belong to Kripke, not me, and are used without permission.
Some things had always been meant to be sacred, especially love. Even the snake had not spoken to Eve the way he had just been spoken to, but then Eve had been a woman and the snake had been expertly, purposefully cunning and charming. If he had slandered her, after all, he surely would never have gotten her to bite the forbidden fruit.
Still, it burned Castiel that love could be so belittled in these modern times. It was taken for granted, and so often told it did not exist. People who loved each other who could not marry for this reason or that were led to believe they were living in sin, even when they loved one another greater than couples who had been married to, and often cheating on, each other for years. The current society dictated that money must play a part in marriage, and too many couples simply did not have the funds to make such happen.
Of course, funds never bothered the brothers, and Dean could wed him easily if he chose to. Yet Castiel still knew how the mortal felt. He never doubted Dean's love; in fact, the purple bruise currently swelling over his lover's right eye was testament to his feelings for Cas. Castiel's invisible wings fluttered as he surveyed the bruise, but Dean just shrugged off his concern, as he so often did. "You should've seen the other guy," he said, grinning.
The barkeep sat two long neck bottles in front of them. "On the house," he said, and then to Cas instead of Dean, he added, "Sorry about that. You guys and any of your friends are always welcome here. My brother's a gay." He moved off to see to other customers and leave them alone.
Cas' wings fluttered again; they seemed to do that more often every time Dean was around lately. He yearned to draw him into not just his human-looking arms but his wings as well, but if ever he allowed his wings to wrap around him in public, and especially when they were both conscious, Cas knew he would never let him go again. Instead of Dean protecting him from some small-minded individual who chose to call him a dirty name because he loved a man, Castiel would insist on protecting Dean from the whole world, Heaven, Hell, and everything in between.
Dean threw back a slug of his beer, but then lowered the glass slowly and surveyed Cas with a raised eyebrow. "You okay? I know he didn't get you."
"No, he did not 'get' me." He did not get him, or them, at all. Love was not something that was dictated by money, government affairs, or even gender. Millions of supposed Christians believed that it was dictated through God's words in the Bible, but when Jesus had walked the Earth, government had not played a part in marriage and many people had never had a 'legal' ceremony.
Furthermore, being gay, as the love for another in one's own gender was called, was not a choice, no matter what anyone believed; God made some people heterosexual and others gay. Castiel had never been able to guess what the difference was in the time of creation, but it was not up to him, or to any one, to question God and rather or not some one should be born gay, straight, or even bi. "These humans," he murmured, his dark wings flexing with irritation, "have some nerve."
"Hmph! You're telling me!" Dean finished his beer, set the empty glass down on the counter, and slid closer to his guardian Angel. "You okay?" he asked again, his voice lowering and growing huskier.
"I am fine." Castiel's wings moved to flutter again, but he flexed them instead. He was glad Dean could not see them; they were such an annoying tell of his true emotions. He simply did not understand people like that prejudiced man, who had seen something beautiful but instead chose to look at it, and them, as though their love was something ugly that should be condemned.
"No, you're not." Dean lifted Cas' chin in one hand, then caressed his cheek with his other. He drew his thumb across his lips. "Stop lying to me, Angel."
"You never call me that -- " Castiel frowned.
Dean shrugged. "You're an Angel. You're not supposed to lie."
"I just -- " Cas' frown deepened. "I do not understand -- "
"They're scum. They're not worth understanding. Now come here, you. Give the victor a reward, and let's forget about idiots for a night, okay?" He kissed him again and again until Castiel murmured his agreement into Dean's open mouth. Their tongues danced together as they wrapped arms around one another and dared once more to show the world at large the most beautiful thing they knew, their love.
The End