{dirtnap} God & Death walk into a bar ...

[holyspirit]

There are about 200 different ways to possibly release Death from imprisonment. Regardless of the method, the very act of releasing him will break a seal - it is Death's release that is the seal itself, not necessarily the method of his release (though some of those are seals in themselves). Unfortunately, given that the Death of old has retired and Dean Winchester has taken his place, releasing him is not even close to a question. So Castiel will just have to be careful.

There is a reaper standing by, watching him skeptically, but there is little she can do other than watch and wait for her new master to be set free. She has been significantly weakened by her own imprisonment, and though Castiel had offered to restore her strength she had adamantly declined his assistance. She does not seem particularly inclined to trust him in regards to her own well being, though she does seem to trust him with the task of getting Dean out of the mystical prison he's spent the last quarter of a century in.

Things are needless to say, a huge goddamn mess.

Castiel speaks the last few words of the incantation and finishes the spell with the sacrifice of newborn calf. He feels the bonds keeping Dean trapped snap, and then pulls open the magically sealed casket and looks down at the figure laying within.

"Hello, Dean."

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[dirtnap]

Yeah, he gets that. Heaven's probably a royal clusterfuck right now; Dean nods jerkily, and gives him a slightly strained smile. He's not looking forward tot his, looking forward to doing it alone even less so.

"I'll bring Sammy by for drinks at the pearly gates, huh?"

[holyspirit]

Castiel nods, always happy to see Sam, but honestly ... "Maybe we should just meet somewhere on earth if you're bringing Sam along. Not that he's unwelcome, but if I have the two of you I imagine I will be more than ready to escape myself."

He manages to offer Dean a genuine wry smile, because Dean knows what angels are like, and Cas knows he knows. Cas doesn't do well with bureaucracy now much better than Dean does.

"Don't stay away too long."

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"Been forever," Dean says wryly, and straightens his own jacket a little idly, like he's not sure what to do with his hands so he rolls with this.

He pulls back and tries for a smile, but finds that's harder than anything right then.

"Stay safe, you hear, Cas?"

[holyspirit]

Castiel considers this a moment and nods slowly. "If I get into trouble, I will call on you." It's what Dean has been trying to get Cas to do from the beginning, and Castiel has always gotten the answer wrong until now.

There's more to say, more to do, but now is not the time or the place and time is something they both have plenty of now. Still Castiel can't help but leave Dean with one last thought, something which Castiel isn't sure how he will react to. He has had more than ample time to consider this though, and it is one thing he is sorely sorry he has never done before. He steps forward, places his hands on Dean's face, and kisses him firm but gentle. He holds the kiss for a moment and then steps back, fixing him with a look both gentle and sad before disappearing before him without so much as the sound of wings on the air.

[dirtnap]

Dean nods, relieved. At least that's something. He wants Cas to know that he can do that, know that he can call on him if need be.

He readies himself to leave, since all it takes is a quick thought and then he's good, only to have Cas stop, look like he's about to say something. His lips quirk faintly, head tipping back to regard him. "What's up-" he starts, only to have Cas come in and slam his lips against his, and wait what the fuck is going on. Dean makes a startled noise, gaping like a fish out of water and then Cas is gone, that son of a fucking bitch.

He vanishes a moment later, off to check on Sammy, and it's nearly a day or two later when he attempts to call Cas again, testing to see if a prayer works, and if not, then he pops up there in an instant.

[holyspirit]

It works, because unlike his predecessor, Castiel is a much more attentive god - or more attentive heavenly babysitter, whatever it is he's become. He appears moments after Dean calls, and and looks around his surroundings curiously before focusing in on Dean.

"Yours I presume?"

[dirtnap]

Well, it's an improvement over the last guy. Dean leans against his kitchen table - it wasn't really hard to get a place, fake paperwork, fake names, the whole nine, wasn't hard to fake money, wasn't hard to pop in and out and decorate. It's small - just a one bedroom, but it's got a decent sized kitchen, and the living room is plain, but neat.

He shrugs, glancing around it a little self-consciously. "Yeah. Figured I ought to have a place."

[holyspirit]

Castiel nods and moves a little further in the room. He stops a few feet away from Dean and nods approvingly. Dean has never had a true place of his own. It's high time he got the chance to experiment it.

"How was Sam?"

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"...He says good," Dean says, like he's testing the words out in his mouth, like he doesn't believe them. He closes his eyes a moment, because he wasn't really able to reconcile the idea of Sam liking that, not with how awful it is. But he'll trust his little brother, because he seems... well. Normal. Okay.

Dean swallows, grimacing. "We'll see."

[holyspirit]

"You have plenty of time for that, I expect." Castiel knows in time Dean will adjust. He's relatively good at adjusting so long as he's not being pressured to do so. Considering Dean is now effectively the most powerful being in the universe, he doubts that will be an issue.

"And you?"

[dirtnap]

There's still the elephant in the room of the kiss, but he's not touching that one with a ten foot pole right now. "Yeah. Nothing but time." Which doesn't really settle in well with him, not really. Dean moves to the fridge to get himself a beer, and hesitates a moment, glancing back.

"You want a drink?"

[holyspirit]

Castiel nods. It's not like either of them need to drink these days, but Castiel has found that food and drink is more than just sustinence. It is about taste and comfort and routine and yes, those are things he could stand to have right now.

"Yes, please."

[dirtnap]

They don't need to, but Dean finds some amount of comfort in the fact that he can still do it. He snags two beers, and passes one to Castiel, uncapping them both before he does it.

"Sam's...reorganizing. Looks better. Less-- torture, down there, which is a good start."

[holyspirit]

"He's running it like a law firm, or so he has told me. I don't really know what that means but I expect he knows what he's doing. He seems to be getting on with it relatively well."

Cas takes a drink of the beer and watches Dean where he stands. He knows eventually that Dean is either going to address the kiss, or it will never be brought up again - unless of course Castiel attempts it again, which is of course something he is still trying to figure out for himself.

[dirtnap]

A law firm. Yeah, Sam'd mentioned that, and it was just so painfully Sam-- just like him to be quiet and earnest and trying to reassure him that it's okay, he's okay, but how are you, Dean, you look like h-- wel, you've looked better.

Dean takes another long swallow of his beer, drains a good half of it, and closes his eyes for a moment.

"So you gonna explain what happened?" Don't worry, champ, he'll talk about it. Awkwardly.

[holyspirit]

"I thought we had discussed what you'd missed already," Castiel starts off seemingly obtuse, but then he looks up and meets Deans eyes and looks oh, just the slightest bit guilty. "Or were you referring to when I kissed you?" And he knows he is, but he's mostly buying time. He's not really sure what to say about it.

[dirtnap]

"Don't play dumb, Cas."

He knows you know what he means, and he looks thoroughly unimpressed at the innocent ploy, because Cas was fully aware of what he'd done. Dean wasn't mad at him for it, though - it's more that he's just perplexed why out of the blue, why anything, really.

"You normally warn someone before laying one on them."

[holyspirit]

Castiel shrugged. "I wasn't sure if you would let me if I announced it first." Which sounds really awful, but he's fairly certain if Dean were really unhappy about it he could have made his displeasure known without much trouble. He doesn't seem angry though. "How did you feel about it?"

[dirtnap]

Nevermind the logic in that is absolutely absurd. I didn't think you'd let me if I asked so I just did, whatever. Dean rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to say something caustic when he knows it won't help anything. "I don't know, Cas." He hasn't got any idea how he feels about it past ridiculous that he'd just stood there, that Cas had done it like it was the easiest thing in the world and Dean could only stand there and gape.

"You shoulda said something."

[holyspirit]

Castiel didn't know what kind of a response to expect from Dean, so he supposes this really isn't bad considering it could have been much worse. In anycase he knows Dean is right, but he's not entirely sure that any other method would have gone over much better.

"I didn't know what to say."

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"...Yeah, well, something is better than radio silence, man, okay."

Because radio silence resulted in surprise kisses which Dean's not exactly opposed to, but he's a little miffed that nothing was ever brought up before. Not like he'd done anything to help that, but still.

[holyspirit]

Castiel still isn't sure what to say or how to say it. For all Dean is hard talking about these kinds of things, Cas is even worse for lack of practical experience.

"I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to bring it up and even if I had I would have expected you not to want to talk about it." It is Dean after all. "You have always dealt better with actions than words, so I thought I could show you instead."

[dirtnap]

The worst of it is that Cas is right. Dean hasn't historically dealt well with talking about it and he can't refute Castiel's logic, even if it makes Dean a little uncomfortable. Hell, he doesn't even know how anything would work, because he's pretty damn sure that God and Death aren't meant to be bosom buddies. Then again, when have they ever followed the rules? They can make them now, moreso than they ever have before.

Dean licks dry lips, and nods, tilting his chin up to watch Castiel. "Okay. So we'll-- hell, we'll work it out, somehow. Right?"

[holyspirit]

Dean's response surprises Castiel. He had not been hopeful for a positive reception at all, and so when it comes, all the former angel can do for a moment is stare at him with a mix of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

"Do you mean that this is ... something you wish to pursue or ... or that we will find a way to make it not become a problem between us?"

[dirtnap]

The tilt to his chin is almost stubborn, back straight, like he's daring Cas to take it back, now. He's followed Cas to the end of the world, pretty much, and would do it all over again, because they always, always work better together, not alone. Besides, they've got all the time in this world and a million others, they can figure this out. It's sobering to realize, honestly, that there is a lot less stress with this- they make the rules. That's what it boils down to, they're ultimately the ones that do it, he doesn't answer to anyone, and if he's a little attracted to his angel-turned-god, then well, screw it, he's gonna be.

"Little late for take-backs, Cas," Dean says smoothly, and shrugs, doing his best for casual and failing utterly, because what if Cas really does want to take it back?