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daylight_darknightIt should be noted that I don't actually know anything about guns or cars so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.
Title: Practically Human 15/19
Characters: Castiel, Bobby, Dean
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and a little violence and disturbing stuff in later chapters
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama
Word Count: ~19,000 in 19 in little chapters
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 5
Summary: Some things are a lot easier to deal with when the world is ending.
AN: This takes place in a slight AU where season 5 ends almost the exact same way except Castiel's powers are never restored and Bobby is still in a wheelchair. While Dean goes off to keep his promise to his brother, Castiel ends up left behind at Bobby's as he tries to adjust to his new life as a human
Chapter 15
A gunshot echoed through the air disturbing the quiet, sunny afternoon. Castiel pulled back the revolver in his hand and narrowed his eyes at the wall in front of him. A bullet hole marked the wood half a dozen inches from a hand-painted bull’s-eye.
“Not too bad,” commented Bobby from beside him. “You’ve got a good eye, but if you really want to hit the target, you can’t just point and shoot. You need the proper grip and the proper stance.” The old hunter showed Castiel how to hold the gun then gave careful directions until Castiel was standing in a way he found acceptable.
Castiel fired again. This time the bullet came closer hitting only a few inches above the target.
“Okay, but you still need to compensate more for the kickback. Here.” Bobby pulled out the largest of the guns they’d brought out with them. “Try this.”
Taking the new weapon, Castiel spent a moment adjusting to the different size, and then aimed at the wall once more. The gun bucked in his hands as he fired slamming painfully against his shoulder and causing him to stumble back a step. The bullet went wild landing a couple feet from the target.
Laughter came from beside him. Castiel scowled and cursed Bobby in Enochian. It only made the hunter laugh louder.
“Well, now you know what I mean by kickback. Now try again with the small one.”
Castiel did and hit the center of the bull’s-eye.
Bobby nodded proudly. “And that’s how you shoot. What do you think?”
“These weapons are loud and clumsy but I think I am getting a handle on them.”
“I suppose you’d prefer a sword,” commented Bobby dryly.
For a moment, Castiel felt a wistful longing for the smooth, solid feel of his sword in his hand. The human weapons seemed incredibly crude in comparison. “Swords have their advantages.”
“And disadvantages,” Bobby said. “Practice for a while with each of the guns. Then I’ll show you how to clean them. I’ll expect you to be able to disassemble and reassemble all of them by the end of the day.”
Castiel wondered if this was one of those times when humans considered it appropriate to yell ‘yes, sir’ and salute. Dean would certainly have a fitting sarcastic comment to reply with, but the former angel merely nodded and took aim at the target once more.
******
“Reminds me of when Dad taught me how to shoot," Dean said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice.
“He was a good teacher?” Castiel inquired finding himself curious about the man who had obviously meant so much to the former hunter.
Dean hesitated a moment. “I guess…. He wasn’t exactly a patient teacher and he loved to push hard, but I learned a lot from him. I could clean and shoot nearly every gun under the sun by the time I was eight.”
“Isn’t that somewhat young?” Castiel tried to recall during what ages humans were considered children in these times. It seemed to change from one century to the next.
“Not in the Winchester household,” replied Dean. “It’s funny how normal it seemed back then, but let me tell you, the devil can dance on my grave before I let Ben touch a gun.”
“You plan to maintain his innocence?”
“As best I can,” Dean said with the same conviction he used to say no to Michael. “He’s already seen more than enough what with the whole changeling incident. I plan on keeping his life normal. In fact, I'm taking him to the big car show this weekend to see all the beauties they have there.”
“You’re going to a show to look at cars?” Despite all Bobby had recently taught him about their inner workings, automobiles to Castiel were still merely slow moving cages of metal, an unfortunately necessary means of conveyance.
“Not just any car show. The biggest in Indiana,” explained Dean.
“Don’t you see enough cars at work?”
“Cas…” Dean said in the tone he used when he thought the former angel was being oblivious about something. “I’m not talking about the old junkers and pimped up SUVs I see everyday. I’m talking classic muscle cars. I hear they have a 1969 Camaro.”
Not feeling any more enlightened, Casteil said, “And that’s a good car?”
The former hunter let out a long sigh. “Forget it. You’re worse than Lisa. Sometimes, it seems the only things she and I have in common are a love of good beer and Dr. Sexy. I think she’s glad to finally have someone around who’s as into cars as Ben is.”
“I’m sure you and Ben will have a good time,” Castiel said diplomatically.
“We’re going to have a blast,” Dean insisted with an enthusiasm in his tone that Castiel hadn’t heard in a long time.
Chapter 16
Title: Practically Human 15/19
Characters: Castiel, Bobby, Dean
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and a little violence and disturbing stuff in later chapters
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drama
Word Count: ~19,000 in 19 in little chapters
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 5
Summary: Some things are a lot easier to deal with when the world is ending.
AN: This takes place in a slight AU where season 5 ends almost the exact same way except Castiel's powers are never restored and Bobby is still in a wheelchair. While Dean goes off to keep his promise to his brother, Castiel ends up left behind at Bobby's as he tries to adjust to his new life as a human
Chapter 15
A gunshot echoed through the air disturbing the quiet, sunny afternoon. Castiel pulled back the revolver in his hand and narrowed his eyes at the wall in front of him. A bullet hole marked the wood half a dozen inches from a hand-painted bull’s-eye.
“Not too bad,” commented Bobby from beside him. “You’ve got a good eye, but if you really want to hit the target, you can’t just point and shoot. You need the proper grip and the proper stance.” The old hunter showed Castiel how to hold the gun then gave careful directions until Castiel was standing in a way he found acceptable.
Castiel fired again. This time the bullet came closer hitting only a few inches above the target.
“Okay, but you still need to compensate more for the kickback. Here.” Bobby pulled out the largest of the guns they’d brought out with them. “Try this.”
Taking the new weapon, Castiel spent a moment adjusting to the different size, and then aimed at the wall once more. The gun bucked in his hands as he fired slamming painfully against his shoulder and causing him to stumble back a step. The bullet went wild landing a couple feet from the target.
Laughter came from beside him. Castiel scowled and cursed Bobby in Enochian. It only made the hunter laugh louder.
“Well, now you know what I mean by kickback. Now try again with the small one.”
Castiel did and hit the center of the bull’s-eye.
Bobby nodded proudly. “And that’s how you shoot. What do you think?”
“These weapons are loud and clumsy but I think I am getting a handle on them.”
“I suppose you’d prefer a sword,” commented Bobby dryly.
For a moment, Castiel felt a wistful longing for the smooth, solid feel of his sword in his hand. The human weapons seemed incredibly crude in comparison. “Swords have their advantages.”
“And disadvantages,” Bobby said. “Practice for a while with each of the guns. Then I’ll show you how to clean them. I’ll expect you to be able to disassemble and reassemble all of them by the end of the day.”
Castiel wondered if this was one of those times when humans considered it appropriate to yell ‘yes, sir’ and salute. Dean would certainly have a fitting sarcastic comment to reply with, but the former angel merely nodded and took aim at the target once more.
******
“Reminds me of when Dad taught me how to shoot," Dean said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice.
“He was a good teacher?” Castiel inquired finding himself curious about the man who had obviously meant so much to the former hunter.
Dean hesitated a moment. “I guess…. He wasn’t exactly a patient teacher and he loved to push hard, but I learned a lot from him. I could clean and shoot nearly every gun under the sun by the time I was eight.”
“Isn’t that somewhat young?” Castiel tried to recall during what ages humans were considered children in these times. It seemed to change from one century to the next.
“Not in the Winchester household,” replied Dean. “It’s funny how normal it seemed back then, but let me tell you, the devil can dance on my grave before I let Ben touch a gun.”
“You plan to maintain his innocence?”
“As best I can,” Dean said with the same conviction he used to say no to Michael. “He’s already seen more than enough what with the whole changeling incident. I plan on keeping his life normal. In fact, I'm taking him to the big car show this weekend to see all the beauties they have there.”
“You’re going to a show to look at cars?” Despite all Bobby had recently taught him about their inner workings, automobiles to Castiel were still merely slow moving cages of metal, an unfortunately necessary means of conveyance.
“Not just any car show. The biggest in Indiana,” explained Dean.
“Don’t you see enough cars at work?”
“Cas…” Dean said in the tone he used when he thought the former angel was being oblivious about something. “I’m not talking about the old junkers and pimped up SUVs I see everyday. I’m talking classic muscle cars. I hear they have a 1969 Camaro.”
Not feeling any more enlightened, Casteil said, “And that’s a good car?”
The former hunter let out a long sigh. “Forget it. You’re worse than Lisa. Sometimes, it seems the only things she and I have in common are a love of good beer and Dr. Sexy. I think she’s glad to finally have someone around who’s as into cars as Ben is.”
“I’m sure you and Ben will have a good time,” Castiel said diplomatically.
“We’re going to have a blast,” Dean insisted with an enthusiasm in his tone that Castiel hadn’t heard in a long time.
Chapter 16
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Date: 2010-07-18 01:04 am (UTC)I find this statement particularly poignant. Proving fantasy and reality don't always mix.
And Cas is right. Swords are much better than guns.
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Date: 2010-07-18 01:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-18 01:22 am (UTC)These nightly phone calls are the next thing to a ritual, and I wonder what Lisa thinks about the fact that Dean has to talk to Cas every night. Is Dean mentioning Cas to her much?
Laurie
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Date: 2010-07-18 03:24 am (UTC)Well, poor everybody, really. I'm enjoying this story, but it does hurt to see them all struggling so.
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:46 am (UTC)But yay for guns and cars and things. I know nothing about them either, but for it's worth, nothing stood out to me as being wrong so I think you're good.
Cas can be known later as the badass, sword-wielding hunter who can sense souls and the supernatural. Kind of awkward with technology, but he's old school. >:D
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:57 am (UTC)Also, Dean taking Ben to a car show. I love daddy!Dean.
:) Til next time.
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:33 pm (UTC)"Castiel wondered if this was one of those times when humans considered it appropriate to yell ‘yes, sir’ and salute."
Also, this line cracked me up!
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Date: 2010-07-19 11:45 pm (UTC)