We Come Alive In Bodies Not Our Own
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Original Story from Incredible Ics
Treblyk Riddle
The glass mirror shatters as my clenched fist connects. The sound is heartbroken rain clattering against the floor. The shards bite into my bare feet and fist, the full length frame just a shell. Just like me. I fall to my knees, blood spreading out slowly across the stone floor. Some days I find it impossible to live.
To function.
Today is one of those days.
The problem with being all but immortal? You have forever to replay your biggest mistakes. To relive your greatest tragedies.
Gods I miss him.
I’m beginning to shake. My body is reacting to the shock of being stabbed with hundreds of little pieces of my failures. I just feel cold.
Please. Just let it end.
I lie down, curling in on myself. My hair is becoming tacky with my own blood as it lies in the pool that has formed. I shouldn’t have awoken this morning.
Just want to sleep forever.
I’m tired. So tired all of the time. The shaking is worsening. I can hear a low keening noise coming from my mouth, but I am powerless to stop it. Wouldn’t even know how. I curl in tighter. I can’t do this. It’s been so long since I last saw his face. Kissed him. Held him so close that I once thought we were one being. We could never be separated.
I feel a hand brush hair away from my face and hear a low voice uttering what sounds to me like nothing. Edward. He couldn’t have gotten past the sealing on my doors. A whiff of chaos.
Ah. Syric.
Strong arms lift my body and it’s almost a relief when he puts me back on my bed. Several bodies climb in around me and I can finally breathe again.
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I couldn’t help myself. There’s not enough musician AU.
Title: Untitled (so far)
Rating: PG-13-M (also so far)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Word Count: 1,487 this chapter
Author’s Note: This is a part of a larger story that I am working on which will be also, my first fanfic for Supernatural. Terrifying. The only background you need is that Castiel is a figure skater that needs a partner and Dean is a hockey coach that gets roped into the gig. They don’t get along well.
Summary: Dean needs to blow off some steam after a week of trying to deal with his new skating partner and unfortunately Sam drags him to a night club, not the bar he was hoping for.
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Oh Gods
Dean groaned internally. When Sam suggested going out to help Dean get over the stick that was shoved up his ass from dealing with asshole of the year Castiel Novak Dean thought that they would head over to the local bar and get shitfaced. Ellen, and her bar The Roadhouse, were always good for a night of drunken debauchery. Sadly, it seemed, that was not to be as the pulled up the “bar” Sam made him drive to. Bar his ass! The bright neon lights are blinding patterns of pink blue and green. Dean groaned again.
“You’ve got to be shitting me, Sammy.”
His sasquatch of a brother just rolled his eyes at him. “You could stand to lighten up a little, you know. Not every issue needs to be drowned in cheap beer at the foot of the Roadhouse’s door step.” With that, he set off towards the door leaving Dean with the choice to either abandon his little brother to the scary club jungle or follow. Sighing heavily and feeling “too old for this shit”, he set off to find his brother whom had already bypassed the bouncer and made his way inside.
He found Sam at the bar, ordering what was sure to be the world’s girlies drink. About two seconds later Dean was proven correct as a pink monstrosity with a little orange umbrella slid its way from the bartender to his little brother. This time is was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes. God should have given him the little sister that Sam was meant to be from the start. He slid onto the stool next to Sam and ordered a beer. After securing his drink, he and his brother spun around to check out the club and its inhabitants. The club itself wasn’t huge, but it was dark, lit mainly by the coloured lights on the dance floor and the black lights. The speakers were pumping out whatever crap pop music that was popular at the time and Dean found himself longing for some Sabbath. Most of the club’s patrons that night were out on the dance floor with only a few still up at the bar where he and Sam were. The guys all seemed to be wearing a uniform of tight pants and tight shirts and he was seeing glimpses of the girls wearing bright colours set off by the black light. What little clothing there was anyhow.
Dean sighed. He was worn out from a week of trying to work with Castiel. He wanted to like the guy, he really did. It would make the nightmare of being roped into being his skating partner a hell of a lot easier to deal with. There were only so many times Dean could land on his ass and hear “Toe Pick!” before slitting the dick’s throat with his skate. Didn’t help that Castiel was too attractive for his own good. Oh well He thought, scanning the crowd for someone to kill a little time with. There. Across the room was a brunette bombshell in a slinky black dress casting a few come hither looks his way. Dean chuckled to himself, downed the last of his beer, and fixed a cocky grin on his face as he left his brother to his daiquiri.
Names became inconsequential as soon as their mouths met. She kissed like someone who did it like a job and tasted like cigarettes, but Dean didn’t care. She was hot, breathing, and most importantly, not Castiel. She dragged him over to the dance floor when a particularly bass driven song came across the air. Nothing better to get a little freaky to, he supposed. Halfway through the song though his eyes drifted from the girl currently doing her best to melt their hips together to a lithe form a few feet away. Dean’s eyes traveled over the guy, entranced by the sway of his hips in a pair of low slung jeans. His eyes slid up to the guys face and he froze. The guy turned his head towards Dean and blue met green and he stopped dancing as well.
Oh.
Castiel.
After an extremely awkward fifteen seconds of staring at one another, Dean’s dance partner finally noticed his lack of participation. She glanced over at Castiel and then back to Dean and huffed, annoyed. In a flounce of brown hair she abandoned him in favor of more attentive company. Castiel seemed to shake himself out of staring at Dean and quickly backed away and turned to leave. Quickly the hockey player managed to latch onto the skater’s wrist and halt his retreat.
“Cas, wait!”
All he gets in return is a glare and a very frosty, “Let me go, Dean.”
Dean doesn’t respond and instead pulls Castiel closer to him and sucking in a slightly freaked out breath, starts to move his body to the music.
Well now or never. Here’s hoping he doesn’t deck me.
“Come on, Cas. Bobby keeps telling us we have to sync up better. This is as good of a time as any.” He dragged Castiel closer to him and put his free hand on his partner’s hip, pressing enough to force Castiel to move with him. Blue eyes continue to bore into him, but the skater does in fact start swaying as well. Dean took it as a good sign and moved even closer, bringing their bodies to within a few inches of one another. He released Castiel’s wrist and moved in down to his hip as well and together manage to match the rhythm of the music for the first time since they started skating together.
So if you wanna come in, then come in
Just disintegrate into me tonight
And if you wanna give in, then give in
Anything that you feel is right
Dean closed his eyes for a moment, teetering on the edge of enjoying having Castiel this close a bit too much. They had been as close in practice, but with the dance floor lighting and the oppressive crush of other bodies and the music, it feels like so much more. Dean felt his himself flush, the first stirrings of arousal making themselves known. He can feel Castiel’s breath on his neck coming in short puffs, slightly heavier than their dancing requires.
Even if this chemistry is catastrophe
I don’t give a fuck!
If you want a taste then take a bite right out of me
I don’t give a fuck!
I don’t give a fuck!
Their hips are flush against one another. Dean’s hands shifted slightly from their cautious perch on Castiel’s hips to gripping his lower back and ass. Novak’s hands slid up Dean’s chest, one stopping on his shoulder, the other traveling up higher to the nape of his neck, fingers digging into the base of his skull slightly. The song seamlessly transitions into the next without either party noticing, too preoccupied in feeling as much of each other as possible.
Caught up and I can’t feel my hands
No need to chase
Can you relate?
Can you keep up the pace like you’re dying for this?
Castiel looked up at Dean, still grinding against the other, fingers moving higher into Dean’s hair. His mouth opened slightly and Dean couldn’t resist the urge, moving his head down to nip at Castiel’s bottom lip. His tongue darted out to flick against where he had bitten and their lips met in a lazy slide, Castiel’s tongue slipping out to meet Dean’s. Winchester pulled him in tighter, all pretenses of dancing completely forgotten in lieu of tasting one another.
“Alright party people! Next up is [insert boring pop musician here]!”
Castiel froze for the second time that night, eyes popping open and quickly pushing against Dean. Still in a post make out haze it took Dean a second to figure out that Castiel was no longer pressed up against him like they were alone. Castiel was panting and looked terrified. Before Dean could get a firm grip again the slim skater managed to slip out of his grasp and into the crowd and he lost sight of the disheveled black hair.
The fuck, man.
He tried to go after his partner but the DJ had started playing a faster song, and he couldn’t get past the mass of bodies. His phone buzzed in this pocket and when he pulled it out a text from Sam read
Sam: Hey saw you having fun. Found someone to have fun with too. See you tomorrow! =P
Fantastic.
Dean sighed, and started his way towards the door. His brother ditched him for some broad and he was doomed to head home, obnoxiously aroused by a guy he more often than not hated and probably take all of his frustration out in the shower. He sighed again thinking of the practice he had the next day.
Fuck. My. Life.
