godless_son | For Dean, Derek and Noah

For Dean, Derek and Noah

It's been three years since Castiel's wings were temporarily burned away and in that time he would not have thought it possible that he could have truly forgotten how painful and irritating that type of injury could be.

The sick, hollow feeling left in his skin has faded but the words themselves seem to be untouched by his Grace or Dean's sword, healing slowly and as if he were the same pathetic wretch washed up onshore those years ago. He craves sleep more than he ought to but cannot achieve it nor can he find any remedy to touch the constant burn and ache. He feels too exposed to go far from the house without a shirt and the lack of one feels odd even in his own home. He's certain the animals have been judging him, the cats at least.

The message itself is too unsettling to properly process, at this present moment. He knows what he thinks it is, although he cannot fathom what it would want with a defunct Angel and why it would bother giving him a warning. If it is Darkness itself, there is nothing to be done and he'd rather not spend whatever time they do have moping and irritated and sickly. He searches the internet for hours before turning to his new Netflix machine and watching six straight hours of documentaries and movies about the various affects of medicinal and recreational drugs. He knows Dean feels very strongly about Castiel's ingestion of drugs but he thinks he knows something that would work. It comes, unfortunately, with a substantial portion of humble pie but Dean does not outright balk at the idea.

He gathers up the energy and flies straight to Noah, hoping the ghost does not heed the same ideas about 'daytime' visits versus 'nighttime' visits as others have explained to him and invites him to dinner with a plea for his help. His flight to Derek's is slightly less successful as he's unsure if Derek and his singing lover were unclothed underneath the covers but the message was received, regardless.

Burgers and beer in exchange for Noah's magic drugs and a lesson on how to...do drugs. He's even agreed to purchase actual beef rather than the black bean burgers he'd tried to pass off to Dean last week.

It's a plan.

Ok so tagging order would be top level Dean then Noah, Derek then Castiel again. Castiel will be awkwardly shirtless and still has 'I Am Coming' burned into his chest.

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Dean stands in the backyard with the beleaguered look of a man who doesn't know what else to do in the face of his husband's newest really terrible plan. He's a little drunk by the time he starts the barbecue, helping himself to slices of cheese before he sets them atop the burgers to melt. Over the top of Castiel's head, he can see someone headed towards the yard, and he raises his beer in greeting.

"Welcome to the shitshow," he says. "All evidence to the contrary, shirts are not optional. Cheeseburger or plain?"

Noah manifested in front of the house, so he wanders to the back on foot. He stops short when Dean greets him, eyebrows raised. He plucks at the front of his shirt.

"Am I supposed to take this off?" Was it that kind of party? Castiel had shown up without a shirt on, with a message about coming scarred on his chest, so that had been...different.

(And now he thinks he understand a little how people feel when he just sort of shows up, hence the manifesting in the front yard near the walk.)

"And, uh, cheeseburger, please," he adds, and continues over to where Dean's grilling. "Hi."

Even though Derek had to remind Castiel to use the door like a person and not just pop into someone's bedroom when they're about to get laid, he still agrees to the rather odd invitation. This is Castiel; most things that he does are rather odd.

Unfortunately, Barry can't come because of superhero related things so Derek shows up to the house solo. He goes around back, following the scent of Dean and grilling meat. He goes straight to the grill and nods in greeting at Dean, and then looks over at Noah in faint surprise.

"It really freaks me out that I can't always smell you," Derek says in lieu of a hello, and then looks at Dean again. "Why is Castiel not fully clothed? I hope it's not that kind of party."

Castiel huffs in irritation at everyone including his husband, holding out beers for his guests in greeting like a proper host.

"I am shirtless because fabric is incredibly painful and irritating to this stupid burn and thus the reason we are all here to eat cheeseburgers and do drugs. I feel very awkward for you all to be seeing my naked torso which is only for Dean's eyes and I would be grateful if we could pretend I was wearing a shirt."

He turns to Dean and points, points with intention in the way only spouses can pull off. "It is not a shitshow."

Edited 2016-05-19 06:34 (UTC)

"An angel, a soul reaper, a werewolf and a ghost have all gathered in our backyard to smoke mystical forest weed, that is the definition of shitshow," Dean returns, flipping over Derek and Noah's burgers. "Everyone else, keep your clothes on, please, my tenuous grip on sanity depends on it."

"At least that means I can't stink, right?" Noah says to Derek with a broad smile.

He takes the beer from Castiel with a polite thanks, and also respectfully tries to keep his gaze above chest-level. "I don't think you have to worry too much, dude. I know you're an angel and not of this Earth and all, but guys walk around shirtless all the time." He takes a curious sip from the bottle. He doesn't drink beer very often. "Because of the patriarchy."

"But I promise to stay clothed," he adds for Dean's sake.

"I make no such promise," Derek says as he takes his own beer, mostly just to mess with Dean because he looks about to burst as it is. "Keeping clothes on didn't go so well for me last time we did this."

He pops the cap off of his beer with a claw and takes a sip while looking over at Castiel with a raised eyebrow, glancing briefly at Noah and then back again. "It's just a chest, Cas, but I'll try to shield my eyes."

The burgers smell amazing and Derek inhales deeply as he steps up next to Dean and bumps their shoulders together. "Did you only make me one? You know I need more than one."

Castiel glares in turn and Dean and then Derek before turning back to Noah, wondering suddenly if a ghost can digest a cheeseburger but deciding to table such a question for a later time.

"Would you like to see our new baby chickens before we do the drugs?" he asks, smiling proudly despite himself. "There are three of them and they have their own room inside the house until they are big enough to move outside."

Dean breathes out heavily through his nose. It's not like they really needed the extra bedroom, but three chicks having a bigger space to live in than he did most of his life is making him grumpy, not to mention the constant fear that one of Castiel's many cats is going to get in and eat them. That's a fallout he does not want to deal with, and Dean reaches into the cooler for another beer.

"You think I made you just one?" he asks Derek, lifting the other side of the grill top to reveal six burgers warm and ready to go. "Please. Take three of those. Noah?" Dean hands him a plate with one for now. "More where that came from if you want."

"Baby chicks?" Noah repeats, interest piqued. "Sure. My friend has farm animals, I live with him and I help him take care of them. There's a cow, a goat, and six chickens," he says, oblivious to Dean's chickie angst.

He does take the burger, though. "Thanks," he says with a smile. He doesn't commit to more burgers, his appetite is still weird from when he was kept by KIRIN. It smells good, though, and he takes a small bite. It would be rude not to eat as a guest at someone's BBQ.

"Ah, you had me scared for a second," Derek jokes, loading up a plate with three burgers and extra slices of cheese. He looks over at Castiel and Noah as he bites into the first one. He quirks a brow while cutting a look at Dean, and then swallows before he speaks.

"I saw them during the whole, uh--" He gestures at Castiel's chest, where the words are still etched into his skin. "They get a whole room?"

He takes another quick bite of his burger and turns his attention to Noah. "A goat, huh? Careful, Cas will get jealous."

Castiel nearly vibrates with excitement at the mention of the goat, nearly forgetting about the entire mess as he holds a finger up and flies away, returning quickly with a cardboard box with three yellow chicks, only just now starting to get some brown feathers mixed in.

"I would very much like to meet your friend with the farm," he breathes, leaning the box in for Noah to see, a little green around the gills for the sudden flight.

"I haven't named them yet, but I think they aren't old enough. If you think of any names that seem to fit, I'd very much appreciate it. I named Ernest and Kara, my cats, almost immediately and I feel as if I'm neglecting the chicks."

"Any more animals and I'm moving," Dean calls, though it must be clear to every person in the yard that the threat is empty. He comes and takes the box so Cas doesn't have to hold it, his hands steady despite the many beers.

"At least wait until you can actually tell them apart," he says.

"He's a fainting goat. If you, like, move abruptly or make a loud sound he falls over. I made him do that once," Noah tells Derek, sounding a little miserable. He didn't mean to scare poor Hercules.

Noah blinks at Castiel's departure and return, and his face lights up at the sight of the little chicks. "Aww! I'll introduce you to Ronan, or you can just come by Hywel whenever, they all live on the first floor," he says, and reaches in to pet one of the little chicks' on her fluffy little head.

"I'll try to think of names. We all contributed to naming the chickens at Hywel; Galapagos, Grumpy, Grimlock, Helena, Camilla, and Electra."

Derek shares an overly exasperated look with Dean as he finishes off his second burger and sets his plate down, patting Dean's shoulder with the back of his hand before taking a step towards Noah and Castiel.

"Not that I don't care deeply for the chickens," Derek says flatly, "but I was under the impression that we came here for a reason. It's time for the angel to get high."

Castiel kisses Dean's neck when Dean takes the chicks, collapsing gratefully into an oversized lawn chair.

"I have to admit, any relief it could bring would be welcome," he says, fixing curious eyes on Noah. "Exhaustion and pain are irritating and I think Dean would like a break from worrying. I'm very interested in what they'll do to me."

Edited 2016-05-29 18:02 (UTC)

"It's sweet that you think getting an all powerful being high out of his mind will relax me," grunts Dean, trusting his husband to Derek and Noah for a moment.

"I'm gonna shepherd these little guys through cat territory," he says, shifting with the box. "Be right back. And save me some!" he calls as he heads inside.

"Right," Noah says with a smile, and brings out the ziploc baggie he brought from his hoodie pocket. Inside he has four pre-made joints and extra pot and papers.

"So I got everything ready, plus I brought some you can have for later in case it works. Medical marijuana's legit, there's no reason you shouldn't try it out," he says, going over to the seating area and sitting down with his burger and his weed.

When everyone is settled, he passes the joints and the lighter around.

Derek shoots a betrayed look at Dean's back when he leaves, and steals another burger as punishment. He returns soon enough, just as Derek polishes off the last bite. There's still a few burgers left for Dean, though. He isn't a monster.

They settle down into a circle in the grass in a way that reminds Derek disturbingly of elementary school. Dean is next to him, with Noah on his other side and Castiel across him on Dean's other side. Derek takes his joint and rolls it in his fingers, taking in the earthy sweet smell of the plant. He shares a look with Noah before taking the lighter and sparking up the joint between his lips, inhaling deeply and fighting the urge to cough.

It's sort of amazing how quickly it goes to his head, just how fast it makes his limbs feel heavy, and he grins as he passes the lighter to Castiel. His bare skin catches the sunlight, and Derek strips out of his own shirt and tosses it at Dean's head, mostly just because he can. "If the angel gets to be shirtless, I get to be shirtless. It'll get me closer to nature."

Castiel's eyes widen as he takes the joint, face heating at the brief flash of bare skin. He feels suddenly very exposed at the surfeit of flesh and tries to light the cigarette. He gives up after a moment, waving his hand to create a flame and takes a long breath in, casting wide eyes at Dean to ensure he's not doing anything incorrectly.

He holds it in, realizing after a few very long moments that a human's lungs would require exhalation and he's likely left it in to long. The ground seems to suddenly shift as he lets out a surprised, smoky breath, hand clapping to the soft grass to steady himself. Flowers start popping up around them where his Grace bleeds a little into the dirt and he wonders idly if it will all slip right out of him if he doesn't pay attention.

It seems unlikely.

"You are all glowing with the strength of your souls," he informs the group, knowing how immediately important it is that they are all aware.

Dean watches warily, pulling the joint from Castiel's suddenly limp hand to pass to Noah. When it seems that nothing worse than flowers is going to happen, he exhales.

"No soul peeping," he says, "We talked about this. People don't like to be seen without their clothes on. Or - " Dean waves a hand at Derek's considerably less dressed form. "Spirit clothes on."

That is super manly and totally unfair. Noah does not look at Derek and he does not take his shirt off. He can't compete with that, plus no one here needs to see his pale seventeen year old chest. He's distracted by the flowers, though, and breathes, "Whoa, cool."

But his gaze jumps up, eyes darting from Castiel to Dean. "Don't look at me," he says in something bordering a squeak. He makes himself look smaller, wishing he was close enough to someone to hide behind them. If people could see what he really looked like under the spell, under what their eyes trick them into seeing, it would freak them out. Castiel doesn't look freaked out, but maybe he's already high.

"Don't look at mine either," Derek replies, shaking his head as he takes the joint from Noah. He inhales another hit, eyelids heavy as he speaks with smoke in his lungs. "I have no interest in knowing what my soul looks like."

It's probably more than he's afraid to know what it looks like. The alpha red hides the blue in his eyes, the evidence of horrible thins he's done, but there's probably no hiding it from a soul.

He tips his head back as he blows out the smoke, watching as it dissipates against the darkening sky.

"This is supposed to be a fun, relaxing experience for all of us," he says, leaning over towards Dean a bit and then following through with the motion and landing on his back in the grass. He takes another long pull from the joint and gives into the feeling, to the weightlessness and the calm.

Edited 2016-06-05 00:20 (UTC)

"But they're all beautiful! I can show you what they look like," he protests, blinking down at his hand before raising the joint to his lips and taking another long, long drag. "They are all distinctly lovely in their own way and the drugs are erasing the lines between planes of existence so it is not my fault."

He lifts his free hand to cup Dean's jaw, reveling at the sheer beauty that is his husband. His soul is like diamonds.

"We must have a lot of sex tonight, to make up for my recent lack of interest. I promise to dominate you in the forceful way you prefer."

"Yeah," says Dean, "Fuck this," and takes Castiel's joint, using the end of it to light his own after all and takes a huge lungful. If they're doing this, he's going to be at least fifty percent checked out for it.

The drug is just as strong as he remembered, and Dean blinks for a few breaths, looking down at himself in suspicion, but thankfully his shirt has remained on. "No souls," he says again.

Noah relaxes a little when Castial assures them their souls are beautiful. He doesn't understand how his can be, unless whatever Castiel is seeing is different from his true form. He finally takes a tiny drag from his own joint, watching Derek flop back on the grass.

He startles when Castiel brings up sex with Dean, eyes widening, but his expression dissolves into giggles and coughs, and he nearly chokes in his attempt to stop laughing.

"Oh my god...the forceful way you prefer...holy shit..."

Derek chokes on a lungful of smoke at Castiel's casual admission, but he doesn't mention it. Noah doesn't have the same tact, however, and Derek shakes his head. "Noah, ghost child, shh. Leave it be."

He rolls onto his side and watches Dean look down at his shirt like he's worried it'll disappear, and he quirks an mischievous eyebrow. Once Dean's head is tipped back to exhale his own smoke, Derek silently reaches out with one claw extended to slice off the top three buttons of Dean's plaid button down.

Before Dean even lowers his chin, Derek is back lounging in the grass with his own joint between his upturned lips. He looks at Noah and Cas and rests a finger next to his joint, and then groans as he takes in another deep pull of smoke.

Castiel opens his mouth to protest Noah's laughter, to explain that it is a beautiful and sacred act before Derek tries to undress his husband.

He narrows his eyes, only half cognizant of wanting vines to erupt suddenly from the ground and wind their way around Noah and Derek's ankles before they do, just like that. Magic is amazing.

He allows himself a pleased smile before leaning in, singularly focused on nuzzling the newly exposed strip of Dean's chest.

Dean tilts his head back, too addled to protest when Castiel's lips find his skin and bear down. "How much of this," he asks, taking another drag, "Before I can't hear ghosts anymore?"

Despite it all, his cheeks are pink, a blush soaking down well past where Castiel's lips are fastened, and he takes a deep breath. "Or," he amends, "How much does Noah need to smoke before he forgets he ever heard that?"

"A ghost never forgets," Noah quips lightly to try and hide his nervousness, looking down at the vines now wrapped around his ankles.

"So, is this like, a bondage thing? Because I'm not a virgin or anything, but I've never been to an orgy before and you might need to give me a minute so I'm not completely sober for this," he says, taking another drag.

At least he's single? He's pretty sure Derek isn't, though. Or maybe this is a swingers thing.

Derek rolls his eyes at Castiel's reaction, and glares down at the vines making their way around his ankles. It's sort of scary, especially to his high mind, just how powerful Castiel can be. And just how temperamental.

He pops a claw and reaches down to slice through the vines, and then tips his head back in time to see Castiel mouthing at Dean's chest. He doesn't seem to mind the missing buttons now.

Noah's words make him blink owlishly and he starts shaking his head as he rolls up onto all fours. "Nope, I'm out. Funny you think Castiel would let you get within a foot of Dean, though."

After a few moments he finally gathers himself enough to get up onto his knees and stretch his arms up over his head. "Oh god, I can smell the lust. Celestial ozone lust."

"I do not smell like Celestial ozone lust," Castiel grumbles, ripping away the next button with his teeth before wrapping his arms around Dean's waist and settling his head in Dean's lap as he peers over at Derek and Noah.

It's dark enough now that the first stars are starting to shine in the dusky sky and Castiel finds the layers so much easier to peel back now, even through his human shell. He can see galaxies upon galaxies.

He realizes, belatedly, he said some of that out loud. "Look," he commands, sending a snapshot of the sheer, vast, colorful and glorious wonder of space to the minds of their little circle.

"I used to fly in that."

Dean sits, staring dizzily down at his shirt. It's definitely missing more buttons. He smooths a hand down it, then into Castiel's hair, sucking in a surprised breath when his mind explodes in starlight.

"I...love Star Trek," he hears himself say, too high to worry about the rare admittance as galaxies pinwheel around him. "Did you ever see aliens? That's all I would do if I were an angel. Look for aliens."

Noah's eyes widen and he looks about as the world around him is suddenly transformed into outer space.

For a time, when he was little and adults would ask that typical adult question, Noah, what do you want to be when you grow up? he'd answer a space man, because his best friend was obsessed with Star Wars and so Noah was obsessed with Star Wars. As he grew older his fantasies of exploring the universe had faded into more immediate dreams of learning to drive, beating Mitch Turner's fastest swimming time, and learning the drums (he'd never gotten to that one). But in the back of his mind he always had ideas, things he wanted to do, wanted to be. College had just been around the corner. College, and then who knew what. Galaxies, maybe.

Not now. Not anymore.

Noah's breath hitches and he realizes he's crying.

"Oh shit, guys, I think I'm tripping really bad," he says in a wobbly, high pitched voice, and wipes at his cheeks.

Derek has just finished taking another hit when suddenly his vision and his mind is nothing but an endless sea of space and stars. It's awe-inspiring and sort of terrifying all at once, and Derek lets out a deep breath as he pinches the cherry off of his joint and sets it down. He starts into the great beyond and then shakes his head as the vision clears.

"I know James Kirk," Derek tells Dean, nodding in an over-exaggerated sort of way. "Carried him around when he was just a tiny little thing. I can probably hook you guys up."

The sound of a hitching breath makes him look over, and he goes all protective at the sight of Noah crying. He leans over to loop his arm around Noah's shoulders, dragging him in against Derek's side and holding him tight. "It's okay, I've got you. I won't let you float away."

"I rarely spent much time flying around without a specific mission, which didn't include alien searching," Castiel murmurs a little sadly, leaning into Dean's hand like a cat.

His eyes widen sluggishly as he sees Noah start to cry, wondering at how a ghost manages to produce actual tears. He wonders if the molecular structure is like regular tears.

"Noah, if you do actually float away, Derek probably cannot keep you anchored. You should let me know so I can try and do something. Something...something grace-like. Because I am very old and very powerful."

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