Entry tags:
'Sarabande' - SPN - Castiel, Lisa
I wrote this sometime ago in
nyoka's LJ after talking about how even though Cas never talked to Sam during the missing year, there's nothing to say he never talked to Dean. Hell, he totally went to a few backyard BBQs, okay, shut up. When Dean introduced him to Lisa, she was like, "Nice to finally meet you."
In conclusion: threesome.
Well, there would've been threesomes, but all they ended up doing was eating crackers. Dean wasn't even there. Anyway, I'm counting this for my
mundane_bingo square, 'discovering there is not enough x in the pantry to make y'.
Tonight I watch HP7, and tomorrow I post my
sassy_otp exchange fic, rec
sharp_teeth at
sawedoff_recs, and leave for Thanksgiving break. And somehow, sometime, some way, I will whoop my Novakfest fic before it whoops me.
Sarabande
Supernatural. Castiel, Lisa, Dean. G.
Takes place between S5 and S6. Sometimes Castiel drops by. ~800 words
Castiel only knew of Lisa peripherally, through stories and the dreams that leaked out of Dean's head. After Blue Earth, Sam told him a little more.
"She's an old girlfriend," Sam had explained. "Um. He likes her kid."
Dean had a lot of girlfriends, and Castiel didn't immediately understand why Dean would go after this one specifically. It just reminded him that for all that he raised Dean from Hell, and for all that they had been rebels together, perhaps Dean was not full of surprises after all. Perhaps Castiel just didn't know him very well.
The thought felt incongruous and intrusive. In a very technical way, he has held Dean's soul in his hands. He knew every thread and facet of it, having had to weave it back into his body. When Dean was an open book to him, Castiel didn't know how to read him. Dean's quiet ache for his mother, his consuming dedication to his brother, and quiet moments in the Impala when he lets himself ponder the impossible promises he's made in his life. Castiel didn't know the weight of them, the way someone reads the weather report instead of feeling the rain.
The legends told of Galatea coming to life for Pygmalion, but no one ever asked Galatea her thoughts on the matter.
Dean is a mystery to him now and at times, he suspects, to Lisa. The man is closed off in his grief, guarded in his joy, and Castiel is too busy these days to figure him out. The angel has his own vigils to keep. He returns to their house when time permits, but sometimes they are busy, sometimes they are sleeping. But sometimes Lisa will smile and invite him to sit down.
"I was just about to make myself a snack," she says.
Lisa knows how to make Dean laugh, and knows the intimacy of that knowledge. When he sat at the table telling Castiel about his new job, she felt perfectly comfortable coming up behind Dean and propping her elbows on his shoulders, resting her chin on his head. Dinner was ready, she told them, and then she tousled his hair.
Dean is at work and Ben is at soccer practice, and Lisa shuffles around the kitchen collecting things as she talks. A cutting board from a drawer, a knife. She places them in front of Castiel, then opens the refrigerator and rifles through its contents as she tells him about Dean's habit of flinching at flickering lightbulbs and sudden shadows.
"Hmm, damn," Lisa murmurs. "I guess we're out of... Okay." She turns around with half a salami in hand, and closes the fridge with her hip. "My cousin was in the war," she continues. "Iraq, I mean. He got discharged because, well, I mean with the PTSD... It was kinda like Dean, but worse. He couldn't really handle it. Well, not that Dean..."
She puts the salami down, then places her palms flat on the table and appears to study her fingers.
"War makes strangers of us all," Castiel says, and thinks of Johael, dead by his hand. Hamaliel, once in the same garrison, now fighting at Raphael's side. Zadkiel. Remiel.
"Dean and I--" Then Lisa hesitates, then sighs, and turns her back to him to get a box of crackers from the cupboard. Only then does she sit down. "God knows I love the guy to death, but I don't know what to do sometimes, if I'm doing enough if--"
She starts slicing the salami.
There are no answers. There are no answers to her questions, or to his, or to any of the questions Dean is afraid to ask. Lisa slices the salami and clenches her jaw, and Castiel is at a loss. He finds himself repeating what Sam told him long ago, shortly after Carthage and right after Dean disappeared to the bottom of the bottle: "Just be there for him."
Lisa just sighs again, and nods.
Castiel isn't even sure what being there for him means. It was easy during the Apocalypse: they had a common goal and no time to waste, no time for distraction. Castiel still doesn't have time for distraction, but certain situations necessitate respite. For their own sake, he doesn't tell Dean and Lisa much about the war, and eventually they stopped asking. All Dean had said when Castiel showed up the last time was, "You're late." There was already a beer out for him out on the counter.
"Here," Lisa says, and holds something out in her hand.
"What is it?" he asks.
"It's supposed to be cheese and crackers, but we ran out of cheese. So. Salami and crackers."
Castiel tries it. Lisa has one too.
"You like it?" she asks with her mouth full.
"It's good."
Lisa pushes the box of crackers at him. "Help yourself."
So Castiel does.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/41012.html |
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In conclusion: threesome.
Well, there would've been threesomes, but all they ended up doing was eating crackers. Dean wasn't even there. Anyway, I'm counting this for my
Tonight I watch HP7, and tomorrow I post my
Sarabande
Supernatural. Castiel, Lisa, Dean. G.
Takes place between S5 and S6. Sometimes Castiel drops by. ~800 words
Castiel only knew of Lisa peripherally, through stories and the dreams that leaked out of Dean's head. After Blue Earth, Sam told him a little more.
"She's an old girlfriend," Sam had explained. "Um. He likes her kid."
Dean had a lot of girlfriends, and Castiel didn't immediately understand why Dean would go after this one specifically. It just reminded him that for all that he raised Dean from Hell, and for all that they had been rebels together, perhaps Dean was not full of surprises after all. Perhaps Castiel just didn't know him very well.
The thought felt incongruous and intrusive. In a very technical way, he has held Dean's soul in his hands. He knew every thread and facet of it, having had to weave it back into his body. When Dean was an open book to him, Castiel didn't know how to read him. Dean's quiet ache for his mother, his consuming dedication to his brother, and quiet moments in the Impala when he lets himself ponder the impossible promises he's made in his life. Castiel didn't know the weight of them, the way someone reads the weather report instead of feeling the rain.
The legends told of Galatea coming to life for Pygmalion, but no one ever asked Galatea her thoughts on the matter.
Dean is a mystery to him now and at times, he suspects, to Lisa. The man is closed off in his grief, guarded in his joy, and Castiel is too busy these days to figure him out. The angel has his own vigils to keep. He returns to their house when time permits, but sometimes they are busy, sometimes they are sleeping. But sometimes Lisa will smile and invite him to sit down.
"I was just about to make myself a snack," she says.
Lisa knows how to make Dean laugh, and knows the intimacy of that knowledge. When he sat at the table telling Castiel about his new job, she felt perfectly comfortable coming up behind Dean and propping her elbows on his shoulders, resting her chin on his head. Dinner was ready, she told them, and then she tousled his hair.
Dean is at work and Ben is at soccer practice, and Lisa shuffles around the kitchen collecting things as she talks. A cutting board from a drawer, a knife. She places them in front of Castiel, then opens the refrigerator and rifles through its contents as she tells him about Dean's habit of flinching at flickering lightbulbs and sudden shadows.
"Hmm, damn," Lisa murmurs. "I guess we're out of... Okay." She turns around with half a salami in hand, and closes the fridge with her hip. "My cousin was in the war," she continues. "Iraq, I mean. He got discharged because, well, I mean with the PTSD... It was kinda like Dean, but worse. He couldn't really handle it. Well, not that Dean..."
She puts the salami down, then places her palms flat on the table and appears to study her fingers.
"War makes strangers of us all," Castiel says, and thinks of Johael, dead by his hand. Hamaliel, once in the same garrison, now fighting at Raphael's side. Zadkiel. Remiel.
"Dean and I--" Then Lisa hesitates, then sighs, and turns her back to him to get a box of crackers from the cupboard. Only then does she sit down. "God knows I love the guy to death, but I don't know what to do sometimes, if I'm doing enough if--"
She starts slicing the salami.
There are no answers. There are no answers to her questions, or to his, or to any of the questions Dean is afraid to ask. Lisa slices the salami and clenches her jaw, and Castiel is at a loss. He finds himself repeating what Sam told him long ago, shortly after Carthage and right after Dean disappeared to the bottom of the bottle: "Just be there for him."
Lisa just sighs again, and nods.
Castiel isn't even sure what being there for him means. It was easy during the Apocalypse: they had a common goal and no time to waste, no time for distraction. Castiel still doesn't have time for distraction, but certain situations necessitate respite. For their own sake, he doesn't tell Dean and Lisa much about the war, and eventually they stopped asking. All Dean had said when Castiel showed up the last time was, "You're late." There was already a beer out for him out on the counter.
"Here," Lisa says, and holds something out in her hand.
"What is it?" he asks.
"It's supposed to be cheese and crackers, but we ran out of cheese. So. Salami and crackers."
Castiel tries it. Lisa has one too.
"You like it?" she asks with her mouth full.
"It's good."
Lisa pushes the box of crackers at him. "Help yourself."
So Castiel does.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/41012.html |

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You have to continue, you know? YOU HAVE CREATED A VERSE NOW, IT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO NURTURE IT
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I love how the title fits with the fic. I'm not awake enough to be articulate even in my native language, so: I love how it made me feel.
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oh god oh god, yes, they'd channel their Dean issues into each other, totally.
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Glad you liked it, thanks!
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Here's my nugget of fanon, Lisa tells Cas about fighting with her sister about her feeling for Dean, and Cas tells her that the last time he saw one of his sisters she stabbed him through the elbow. And then Lisa is trying to be sympathetic and says "ouch!" and he says "not really, I don't feel pain in this body" and so Lisa pokes him and asks him "do you feel this" and "do you feel that" and -----> SEXY TIEMS
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♥
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This characterisation of Lisa is my favourite of all the Lisas. You've got to appreciate a woman whose reaction to her boyfriend introducing her to the angel of the Lord that he fought the Apocalypse with was probably to get an extra plate out for him.
On that note: I love the image of Lisa and Castiel eating salami and crackers. Castiel is so out-of-place in that setting, but it works really surprisingly well. There's such a lovely, lovely, lovely series of juxtapositions all through this fic between the domestic and the supernatural.
In short: OMG I LOVE IT. Moooore!
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i especially love your lisa. i would love to visit her and eat crackers and salami too!
this:
He finds himself repeating what Sam told him long ago, shortly after Carthage and right after Dean disappeared to the bottom of the bottle: "Just be there for him."
just perfect. thank you!
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Thank you! I have tentative plans to write more. Post-breakup rebound sex, perhaps?
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and by 'put up with' i'm sure you mean 'waking up to a sexy monster hunter every morning'. in which case, yeah, totally feel for the woman.
:D
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i say again, really good fic. you crafted a fantastic little look into the world that was dean & lisa, in the aftermath of everything. it's hard to think of dean so low but it's comforting that he had lisa. i think, of all the trysts he's had in life, lisa was by far the best choice. now, i just wish we had more of this in the season itself.
and lots more cas & lisa or cas/lisa... or cas & salami/crackers, cos that's epic :D
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YOU AND ME BOTH!!! :D
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This should be a missing scene from canon! I hope we get to see something like that in a future episode, along with Ben coming up and grabbing a cracker! (because I'm 100% certain that we haven't seen the end of Lisa and Ben in the show, and I do hope for a happy end for them!)
I'd love to read more fics with Castiel and Lisa by you, with or without Dean!
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I don't think it's the end of Lisa and Ben either. It just can't be! Dean needs to make amends!
I would honestly love to write more Cas&Lisa and Cas/Lisa fic when time permits. I am definitely NOT done with these two. XD
Thanks for reading!
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The making out is better left to Dean and Lisa. Cas can watch and wonder why he has not made a move on Dean yet. :D
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He returns to their house when time permits, but sometimes they are busy, sometimes they are sleeping. But sometimes Lisa will smile and invite him to sit down.
OMG THE SOMETIMES THAT COUNT. *______*
CAN THIS BE CANON NOW? Can we just insert this in a script somewhere? IS THIS ALREADY CANON IT FEELS AS IF IT IS. Because it's so PERFECT they way Castiel and Lisa don't know what to do except their best and even that's not possible because they're both their own people and omgggg beer and cheese and crackers. <3333333 LISA KNOWS HOW TO MAKE HIM LAUGH AND CASTIEL FOUGHT A WAR WITH HIM BUT NEITHER OF THEM REALLY UNDERSTAND DEAN OMG. These threeeeeee. I want more and more forever, endless trying and struggling to make things be enough.
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IN A NUTSHELL, LEX, SING IT AGAIN. oh man oh man, no one understands anythiiiiing.
And then the one time Ben convinces Cas to take him to Everest just to test him, to test this, and to have fraught conversations about his mom and Dean and monsters.
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eeeeeeeeee *___* And the contrast of reading a weather report with feeling the rain!--such a simple, normal thing but such an apt comparison. :DD
PTSD. D: And War makes strangers of us all. Yes. :(
The expectation in the beer already out. ♥ Cheese and crackers omnomnom, but salami and crackers works too.
damn it, now I really want Castiel-Lisa interaction. :D
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Thanks!
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Why can't we get Cas and Lisa time on the show?
I ask myself this often.
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I'd love to see her interact with Castiel on the show...someone who's unfortunately on the periphery of all this, of Dean's life, and someone who is in the thick of it so much more than anyone can know. ;) They'd be interesting non-conversations. Like this one.
Awesome.
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