deancasbigbang:

Title: Moonshadow
Author: beecoveredcas
Artist: usarechan
Rating: Explicit
Pairings:

Dean/Cas

Warnings/Tags: Violence, death, happy ending, alternate universes, soldiers Dean and Cas, It’s a Terrible Life ‘verse, children Dean and Cas, demon!Dean, leviathan!Cas, happy ending, fluff and smut
Posting Date: 11/23/2017

Summary:  It was supposed to be an easy case.

Gross, but easy–they were just hunting a witch, after all.

It turns out to be anything but. Thanks to the witch trying to teach Dean a lesson, a straightforward hunt turns into a trip through torturous realities, where Dean gets a taste of what he won’t admit he wants most–Cas. No matter what he does, Dean is trapped in a loop of losing his angel–his friend–each ending crueler than the last. Dean waits for the nightmare to end, but the witch seems to enjoy watching him fall apart over and over.

Maybe there’s no waking up from this.

– – –

She’s waiting for him in the parking garage. As soon as he rounds the corner to his car and sees that stupid red and white gingham, (a dress this time, with a blazer, she thinks she’s clever) he hurls his briefcase to the floor.

“You fucking bitch!” he shouts, voice echoing; there’s no one else down there, just him and the woman who put him in this universe in the first place. “I’ve learned my lesson, okay? Point made, problem solved, now put me back.” She laughs, turning to face him.

“You think it’s so easy?” she says. “Oh, no. No, just because you get all weepy, doesn’t mean you get to go home.”

“Why are you doing this?” Dean demands. “What, daddy not hug you enough as a kid? Is that it? Somebody break your heart, too?”

Too.

“If you try and stir up trouble,” she says, instead of answering, “like you did yesterday, with Cas, I will make things much, much worse for you. Just play your part like a good little boy and we won’t have any problems.” Dean glares at her.

“Oh, we’ve already got problems, lady,” he grinds out, storming over to her, but as soon as she’s in swinging distance he’s got another face full of that goddamn powder and it’s back to sleep for him.

~~~

“…Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.” The voice hovers through the beaded curtain Dean wakes up across from, in a little house surrounded what looks like a forest. “Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night?” It’s gravel-low and coarse, but sweet and soothing; Dean would know it anywhere.

“Cas,” he says from the bed he’s lying on, nothing more than a mattress on a floor. The singing pauses, and Cas pokes a shaggy-haired head around the corner.

“Hey, goodlookin’,” he grins. “Have you been enjoying the music?” Dean sits up, his head thudding.

“Yeah,” he agrees, grudgingly following the witch’s advice. “What’cha doin’?”

“Cooking,” Cas says from the next room. “Toast and powdered eggs. Breakfast of champions.”

Dean stands, meanders in to join him. Cas is wearing light-looking, loose, yellow pants and a Wham! t-shirt Dean recognises as his, his dark beard thick and unkempt; he walks over to him, sets a hand on his chest, kisses Dean chastely on the lips.