Who art may be running his ass away from Heaven, we pray that you have your ears on.
Supernatural Writing Challenge
↳prompt: lake
castieladrift vs. jaredswarrior
Pairings: Destiel
Word Count: 1,083
Tags: au, destiel fluff, human!cas
“C’mon, Cassy,” Dean said excitedly.
“I’m coming, babe… Just give me a minute,” Cas grunted.
Looking back, Dean saw his boyfriend struggling with all of their fishing gear. It was actually semi-cute though. Oh who was Dean kidding? It was extremely cute seeing Cas in plaid and wearing a fishing vest and a bucket hat trying to carry the pole and tackle box in the same hand.
“Here, lemme help ya with that,” Dean replied chuckling. Walking over to Cas, he took his pole and placed it in the other hand, the hook now facing away from Cas’s face.
“Thank you, Dean,” Cas huffed.
Once they reached the boat, Dean took their stuff and began methodically packing up their supplies. Cas stood there, watching and trying to figure out how Dean was packing. I guess it made sense; the food in the back and the tackle boxes in the front, so they were easily accessible. Once Dean finished packing the rental pontoon for the day, Cas hopped in and sat down on one of the swivel chairs and put his pole to the side.
“Cas, you’ll ruin your new pole if you do that. It goes into the fishing rod holder right there” Dean said.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Cas replied a bit confused.
“No, not sorry, you’ve never even gone fishing before,”
“Now, what do we do?” Cas asked.
“We get to wait until the boat’s out towards the middle of the lake… You won’t catch any fish right here,” Dean replied, turning the motor on.
As they drove out to the middle Glover Lake, Cas took in the early morning scenery. He’d only been in water a couple times and that was Sam and Dean trying to teach him to swim; they thought it was important, he guessed. He didn’t really know why humans thought it was such a fun activity, swimming that was. He didn’t mind it, but he just didn’t get it, along with most other things humans did. He’d sat and watched them since the beginning of time and he still didn’t understand them and now look at him – He was one. The sunrise had been pretty though, watching it rise up into the sky, its light shimmering off of the rippling water. Dean had insisted they get up early, according to him, it was the best time to go fishing. Cas agreed, but still wasn’t sure.
“Hey Cas, we can cast our rods out now,” Dean called out excitedly.
“Dean… I don’t know what that means,” Cas said bluntly.
“Oh, uh, right. I’ll show you, but bring your pole over first. We need to bait them,” Dean replied.
Cas walked over to Dean, pole in tow thinking how strange, but nice this was. He looked to Dean who was opening a tackle box up. He grabbed a small container out of the box and opened it up. Peering over his shoulder, Cas saw that inside it contained worms.
“Why worms Dean? What good are those?” Cas asked confusedly.
“They’re to bait the fish. You don’t just catch ‘em by them biting on the hook; they have to go to the hook under the impression they found some food, and then, when they latch onto the pole, you reel them in,” Dean responded.
“Oh…” Cas mumbled.
While he had been enjoying the morning and being alone with Dean on a pretty lake, Cas felt really bad for the poor fish – What did they ever to do to deserve that? Castiel just couldn’t fathom it.
“Hey, give me your pole, Cassy – I still need to bait it,” Dean said looking over to him.
“Oh, right. Here” He mumbled.
After Dean baited Castiel’s pole, he walked back over to his seat pondering. How could someone so beautiful do something seemingly so cruel? He remembered back to a conversation he had long ago with his brother. “Don’t step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish” He had said, pointing to Dean. Even during the days when the Tower of Babel had stood tall and proud, he knew Dean, he knew that he was important. But never once did Castiel think that he’d ever fall in love with the Michael Sword, never once did Cas think he’d be on a pontoon at 5:30 in the morning fishing with man who was supposed to bring the Heavenly apocalypse, yet here he was, fishing with the man who said screw Heaven and Hell and chose free will. Yes, it was crazy, but Castiel felt it from his head to his toes and where his grace should be, that this was the most right thing that had ever happened.
“Hey, Cas, you forgot to cast your pole,” Dean yelled, pulling Cas out of his early morning ponderings.
“Oh right… Uh how do you do that again?” Castiel asked.
Dean walked over, telling Cas to grab his pole. He came up behind his boyfriend, put his arms around him and helped him draw it back. Smiling, Dean showed Cas how to cast the hook out into the water, and it took a few tries to get it right, but eventually Cas got it right. Dean pressed a quick, loving peck to Cas’s cheek bone and walked towards the cooler.
“You want breakfast, babe?” He asked Castiel.
“That’d be great. I am… As you people say, starving,” Cas responded.
Dean pulled a blanket out and spread it over the pontoon floor. Going back to the cooler, he grabbed the breakfast of champions: apple juice boxes, two egg mcmuffins, and cold pizza. Cas sat down onto the blanket next to Dean and dug into his food. He snuggled up into Dean’s shoulder and smiled. So far, the day had been lovely. While fishing didn’t quite strike Castiel’s fancy this did. Snuggling into Dean, eating some crap food, and watching the sunrise.
“Hey, Cas! Your pole, it’s bending – I think you caught something!” Dean said excitedly.
Dashing over to the ever bending pole, Dean helped Cas reel in the fish. Once they had reeled it in, they hefted it up and, lo. There it was, hanging onto its life on the pole flopping wildly. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and told Cas to smile. He snapped a quick few pictures and then took the pole from him and threw the bass into the cooler full of ice after unhooking it. And in that moment, Cas was glad he heeded his big brother’s advice years ago.
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jaredswarrior-blog reblogged this from jaredswarrior-blog and added: “C’mon, Cassy,” Dean said excitedly. “I’m coming, babe… Just give me a minute,” Cas grunted. Looking back, Dean saw his...