13.13 coda

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I’m finally caught up! A little present for y’all before the episode tonight. Takes place between 13.13 and 13.14. 

For no particular reason, here’s a Destiel fried chicken dinner date.

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He finishes putting his gun back together only to start taking it apart again.

The pieces move and click in his hands with a rhythm as sure and familiar as a Zeppelin song. The slide comes apart, the barrel pops out onto the table, he instinctively runs a rag along all the inner ridges a second time. A third. A fourth.

He doesn’t look across the table at Cas. He can feel the proximity of Castiel’s shoe next to his own under the table; it would be easy for him to shift and press their feet together, but something stops him. He keeps his eyes down and takes apart his gun over and over and over, gritting his teeth.

How could I not know, he berates himself. How.

Castiel sighs, and for a moment Dean panics that he’s heard his self-punishing inner monologue. Castiel pushes his chair away from the table and stands, but he doesn’t say anything. Before he turns, he reaches out and taps Dean on the hand, just once, like one of their customary pats on the shoulder only much softer, and the gun pieces stop moving in Dean’s grip. The moment is so quick and casual that Dean feels a little ridiculous for fixating on it.

Castiel turns and walks through the door, leaving the rest of them behind. Dean watches him go and chews the inside of his cheek. Sam, blessedly, doesn’t appear to notice.

He tips his head down and returns to his task. Cas will come back.

Probably.

“For the love of God!” Donatello thunders, slapping his hands flat on the table. 

Sam startles. Dean regards him with raised eyebrows. 

“Will you shut up with that? Ticktickticktick all in my ears! I can’t think!” he shouts, glaring accusingly in Dean’s direction.

Dean puts down his gun. He wipes his hands on his dirty piece of rag cloth.

He pushes his chair away from the table and stands. Donatello actually sighs in relief.

He finds Castiel in the kitchen.

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