trans_9 | take these broken wings | bendytimed to before shore leave [OPEN]

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take these broken wings | bendytimed to before shore leave [OPEN]

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After he had left Tay, Cas had found his way back to hydroponics, back to the beer tree. He'd filled up his trench coat pockets with bottles, then set off looking for an out of the way place where he wouldn't be bothered, a place where he wouldn't be found.

Eventually he'd ended up in an out of the way corner of the hangar bay, sitting on the floor against the wall. He started working his way through the beer, and soon had a collection of empty bottles around his feet.

She had wings.

It hurt Castiel without even having to think about it, because he could still feel their loss, like a part of him was missing. A part of him was. And right now, trapped in this unfamiliar place, all he wished was that he had the freedom to fly. He wasn't used to being stuck in one place, unable to just leave with a thought, to be able to go anywhere he wanted. He was trapped, he was doubly trapped, and right now, it was breaking him a little.

He raised the next bottle to his lips.

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Dean relaxed a little, "Right, that kind of falling, not the complicated in a OGODIREALLYDID lovey one.

Cas frowned. "What do you mean, the 'lovey one'? It has to do with me loving you?"

"Uh, yeah, usually when people say they fell for someone... They meant they fell in love with them. But you just meant falling in angel terms so it's fine."

Castiel blinked. English expressions made no sense to him, especially when he was drunk. "Why would I ... fall in love with you?" he wondered. "That sounds painful. Besides, I already love you."

[[Brotherly~ love. ... I'm going somewhere with this. I promise! X3;;;]]

Dean swallowed hard at that, still staring at the drunk angel. Former angel, even if the hunter still thought of him as an angel. And that's the thing, how much was it Cas talking, and how much was the drink talking?

"You..do? What do you mean by that?"

Cas blinks. "What do you mean, what do I mean?" he questions. It's pretty self explanatory to him. "I love you."

"I love you, and I love Sam, and .. I even love Bobby." He tilts his head at Dean. "I love humanity. You taught me about that, about how important it is to care for humans, even people you don't know ..."

Dean relaxed slightly, though part of him felt almost disappointed... What the hell? No, no, he likes Cas because he's probably the first real best friend he's had in a long time. Actually he's seeing him as part of their odd mixed up family now.

"Right, right. L-Care about you too, Cas. I mean, things are more right having you and Sam around. Missed seeing you around."

Cas rolled his eyes. "You can't admit you have feelings about anyone but Sam," he said. "But ..." The look he gave Dean became almost fond. "That's okay, I know you ... care."

He took a step forward, ready to continue on to bed now, and staggered, falling against Dean. "Stupid ground," he muttered, "why does it have to ... move?"

Dean gave a tiny laugh at that, thinking of Kaylee.

"Actually I... nah, never mind."

He continued to support, "Told you to go easy on the booze. Come on, almost there." The crew quarters were straight ahead now, and they were almost to his and Sam's room. Well, could argue it's all their room since Cas's arrival.

Cas tilted his head at Dean, curious, but this caused him to lose his balance further and crash even more into the other man. "Hell damn it," he mutters.

No, Cas still doesn't have that swearing properly thing down.

Dean snorted a laugh. Eh, at least he's trying. He'll correct him another time.

"Dude! Just take your time. Coordination's gonna be shit for a while."

He opened the door to the room, and glanced around in case his brother was already sleeping. Of course, Dean had the bed closest to the door as usual.

Sam was actually in the room. And not in the media library. Contrary to popular (ie: Dean's) belief, he didn't spend ALL of his time there.

When the door opened, he sat up, putting aside the omnicomm and standing. "Dean?" he asked, then took the whole tableau in. "What happened? Cas, you okay?"

Then he got closer and his nose wrinkled. "Nevermind. Need help?"

"Our world was destroyed and now I'm stuck on a space ship surrounded by morons. Morons who won't let me drink. No, I wouldn't say I'm okay, Sam."

Yeah, no matter the bonding he just did with Dean, drunk Cas is still mostly a bitch.

Dean nodded, "Yeah get over on the other side. Just going to dump Drunken wing boy here on my bed so he can sleep it off. Found him getting sauced in the hanger."

He scowled, "Told you Cas, not going to just have you spend all your time here getting wasted."

"Ixnay on the ingways, Dean," Sam said, shaking his head as he moved to help get Cas...somewhat more upright. And take some of the weight off of Dean. Maybe Cas wouldn't know pig Latin.

"And I meant physically, Cas," he said to the former angel. "Nobody's doing all that great mentally. But you can't get drunk all the time, man."

"Oh physically I'm just great, Sam," Cas said, sarcasm thick. "Just, the floor won't stop moving."

He pitched into Sam and then tried to collapse in the general direction of the bed.

"Whoa, easy, man, easy." He just hoped Cas won't throw up if everything's moving. Dean tried to help ease his fall a little. Had to be a trashcan around juuuust in case because like hell he was gonna clean up ex-angel puke if he can help it.

Sam was saying much the same thing from the other side, thankfully braced well enough that Cas pitching into him didn't knock his balance. "Yeah, the floor does that when you're drunk. Which is probably a good reason not to," he pointed out. "Beer is a sometimes treat, Cas."

"You are annoying," Cas mumbles into Dean's pillow, which he's currently woozling his face in to.

"Mmm, laying down 's good." He yawns. "Think I might sleep after all ..."

Dean just threw a look at his brother that spelled out, 'Dude, really? You just had to do a Sesame St ref.'

He shook his head, and said, "Just don't drool on it, and we're good." He patted his back a little, and then sighed as he sat on the bed for a moment.

Sam shrugged. It was the first thing that came to mind and it wasn't like Cas would get the reference anyway.

He sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes. "Yeah. Sleep might be a good idea, Cas. One of us will be here when you wake up." Because leaving Castiel when he was drunk and sleeping was not a good idea. Especially if he started barfing.

"Mmkay," Cas mumbled.

Yeah, pretty soon they were going to have a sleeping angel.

Dean wasn't going anywhere, Cas used to watch over him anyway, as creepy as it was at times. Might as well return the favor now. Just be another typical night with little sleep. But nothing he wanted to get into. Like he told Cas, the nightmares were just something else to get used to.

He rubbed a hand over his face, "Man he's not adjusting well. Needs a better distraction. Research or something."

"We don't exactly have much to research," Sam pointed out. "Unless he wants to beat his head against the wall with the Ohm." Which was what Sam often did in what little free time he had these days. "There's got to be something going on. Maybe he could train with Cargn or something?"

"Yeah I know. And hey, we're getting more stuff all the time about them. At least Cargn's started training for them." Dean had the backache and bruises to prove it too.

He considered that and nodded, "Yeah they're both literal and cryptic. Probably get along."

He added, "I'm going to show him some of the ropes for being a hunter too. Kept saying how worthless he felt, no matter what I said."

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