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Chapter Summary: It is difficult to come to terms with the death of a loved one.
MAJOR tissue warning for this chapter. This deals heavily with grief and mourning, acceptance of someone being gone, and what it means to no longer have access to them in your life. Please be kind to yourself.
Titles comes from “The End,” a poem by Amy Lowell.
Castiel had retreated to a life of solitude- just him and his cousin on a farm, away from the stares and smells of a society that either pitied or shunned him.
A fault in a car engine and it’s charismatic driver, Dean, rip Castiel from that quiet life and force him to open his eyes to a much larger world- and the fight to change it.
“Hey, I heard shout- Sam?!” Cas instinctively stands between Dean and the stranger, his mind focused on danger.
“Dean!” the stranger calls, his alpha scent calming slightly. Dean tries to move past Cas, but Cas’ body moves of its own accord, cutting Dean off from the other alpha.
“Cas, what the- oh, shit. Hey, Sam, give me a second.”
“Dean-”
“I said give me a second! You both smell like you’re going to kill each other.” Dean steps into Cas’ line of sight, running his hands over Cas’ face. “Hey, Cas. Can you hear me?”
“Dean,” Cas hears his chest rumble. He grabs hold of Dean, pushing him back a few steps into the trunk of the Impala.
“Easy, alpha, easy,” Dean gasps, and Cas breathes in Dean’s scent, the red starting to fade from his vision. “It’s okay, I’m safe. It’s Sam, my brother, Sam. Remember? I told you about him?”
“Sorry,” Cas sighs, dropping his head against Dean’s chest as the red haze fades. “He, he must have smelled you on me, he came after me-”
“Alright, we’re alright.” Dean squeezes his shoulder before turning to face Sam.
Dean’s scent immediately changes, turning sour as he approaches his brother, and punches Sam in the face.
“Dean, what the hell?!” Sam snaps, holding a hand to his cheek.
“I could ask you the same thing! Since when do you just walk up to a guy you don’t know and start a fight?!”
“Since he smelled like you! He’s an alpha what was I supposed to think?”
“I can take care of myself!” Dean grumbles.
“I know, okay, I’m sorry. Did you really have to punch me, jerk?”
“Course I did, bitch, you deserve it,” Dean huffs. Both brothers half smile and the tension seems to break, the anger leaving their scents. “Sam, I had to get out of there, at least for a day or two.” Dean looks over his shoulder at Cas. “And I kind of stumbled on something out here.”
“I see that.” Sam gives Cas a small smile.
“This is Castiel. Cas, this is my baby brother, Sam.” Sam offers his hand, grumbling something about ‘not a baby’ and Cas takes it.
“Hello, Sam. My apologies for the display.”
“It’s fine, I did swing first. Can you blame me?” Sam’s voice is genuinely apologetic, and Cas frowns at the sudden burst of anxiety from Dean.
“Um, I’d say you’re a bit overprotective,” Cas admits.
“Wait,” Sam takes a deep breath through his nose, his eyes widening comically. “You haven’t told him?!”
“I was about to, actually, until you showed up and threw a wrench in that plan,” Dean grumbles, embarrassed and nervous. Cas looks between the brothers
“Tell me what?” Dean sighs heavily, turning to face him.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Dean insists. “Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said…none of it changes.”
“Tell me what?” Cas repeats.
“Cas…I’m not a beta.” Cas nearly laughs because he definitely wasn’t an alpha-
Title: A Cut Above
Author: coffeeandcas
Artist: Lotrspnfangirl
Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, past Meg/Castiel Wordcount: 27000 Warnings/Tags: Autism, Aspergers, Parent Castiel, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Past Character Death, Injury, Alternate Universe, Angst, Romance Posting: 11/23/2018
Summary:
Castiel hasn’t been on a date in a very long time. In fact, he can barely remember the last time he even had a first date. Long before the birth of his son, and the loss of his wife. It’s been him and Noah for years and he doubts he would even have room for a new partner in his life.
But when a new barber shop springs up in the centre of town, the owner has a certain type of roguish charm that he seems powerless to resist.
Saturday morning rolls around, and Castiel and Noah are walking through the city once more to go to the farmer’s market. Noah is carrying the list and scrutinising it intently as he walks, while Castiel holds him by the hand and stops him from walking into pillars, other people, or tripping over dog leads. As promised, Castiel had taken Noah back the following day to see the barber shop pole – and every day after that for almost a week. He’s pretty sure the guy who owns it, who he’s still never caught more than a glimpse of, probably thinks he’s a grade A weirdo by now but he’s long past caring what other people think. If he has to do something a little out of the ordinary to make Noah happy, so be it.
“Look, Noah. We’re right by the barber shop. Do you want to stop for a minute and look at the pole?”
“Yes, please.” Noah folds up the list neatly and reaches up to put it in Castiel’s pocket. They both stand for a moment, gazing up at the pole, Noah entranced and Castiel deep in thought about their plans for the rest of the day.
After a moment or two he reaches out for Noah who inches away from him, opens his mouth to say that they really need to get going, but the words never quite manage to leave his lips.
“Good mornin’,” rumbles a deep, definitely male voice from behind them and Castiel turns to greet the man in response but his reply never quite takes shape.
Leaning against the doorframe of Styles ‘n Smiles with his arms folded is, quite easily, the most handsome guy Castiel has ever laid eyes on. He’s tall and broad, dressed in a plain black t-shirt which hugs his biceps and soft blue jeans with ratty hems over comfy-looking All Stars. And he has such captivating green eyes that Castiel finds himself staring openly, wondering if their colour is real or if the guy wears contacts. It’s only when he realises the guy is staring back that he blinks, blushes, and fumbles for Noah’s hand.
“Sorry. We don’t mean to loiter. We’re just on our way…”
But his feeble apologies die on his lips as the guy gives him a warm, welcoming smile flashing his straight white teeth, then crouches down to Noah’s height.
“Hey there, buddy. You like that?” The guy points upward at the slowly revolving candy-striped pole above the barber shop and Noah nods, still looking at it. “I painted it myself. Kinda pleased with the end result, tell the truth. I’m not much of an artist but I think that looks kinda cool.”
“I think it does, too,” Noah says in a very small voice, inching closer to Castiel so that his father is within reach. “I like the colours. It looks like a candy cane.”
“It sure does. You’re one smart cookie.”
“I’m not a cookie. I’m a boy, and I’m eight years old, and my name is Noah.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Noah. I’m glad you like my shop.”
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