[SPN] Crossroads State 3/12
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Sam hates Con. law. Hates. It's dense and dry and picky and other than knowing his future clients' rights, he's never going to need it beyond knowing where to check a statute, which he's known since the twelfth grade. That's all the more reason to knock out as much of the reading as he can over the summer so he can breeze through it and get more out of his other courses, but it makes him itch to do absolutely anything else and hurts his brain. So much so that when the couch starts ringing, he thinks for a moment that he might be starting to hallucinate.
He digs into the cushions and grimaces as he first gets a fistful of crumbs and loose change (and how Dean managed to get this amount of crap stuck in a brand new couch in such a short period of time is a mystery for the ages but also a universal truth of Dean Winchester), but finally he comes up with an unfamiliar cell phone, still ringing and blinking 'Balthazar' on the screen. He snorts at the idea of getting a phone call from one of the Magi, but he figures someone must have left it here, so he answers it.
"Um, hello? Is this your phone?"
There's a British man on the other end. "No, it belongs to Castiel, who I assume has mislaid it. Inhumanly blue eyes, perpetual sex hair, adorably appalling dress sense, perhaps you know him?"
"I think he's a friend of my brother's," Sam says. Dean's mentioned him at least a dozen times, mostly going on about how much Sam's going to like him."I found the phone in the couch."
"Oh, dear, we can't leave him alone for a moment. Well, see he gets it back, will you? Ta."
The line goes dead.
"That wasn't weird at all," Sam says to the empty living room. He could probably just give the phone to Dean to return, but he thinks he remembers Dean saying that Castiel lives in the neighborhood, and anything's better than Con. law, so he flips through the contacts (Anna Milton, Balthazar Thornhill, Bro. Michael, Dean Winchester, EMERGENCY CONTACT Gabriel Milton) and punches the one that says 'home number.'
Three rings later a gravelly voice is saying, "Hello?"
"Um, hi, is this Castiel?"
"This is he."
"Hey, this is Sam Winchester, Dean's brother? I think you left your phone here."
"Oh. Hello, Sam. Thank you, I had been looking for it."
"It was in the couch."
"Ah. I should have realized. If it wouldn't inconvenience you, I'd like to come and get it."
"Yeah, no problem. I'm not doing anything."
"Thank you. I will see you shortly."
"Also not weird at all," Sam says to another dead line.
Five minutes later, Bones jumps up from where he's been napping on the rug and starts barking even before the doorbell rings. Sam's not sure what he should really be expecting, but Balthazar's description of very blue eyes and sex-hair turns out to be pretty accurate. Sam can't really see what's wrong with his fashion sense, but whatever. Castiel steps inside the house after a moment of hesitation on the doorstep, and Sam flails a bit for a second because it looks like Bones is going to jump on him, but then he says sternly, "Bones, down." Sam's about to say that's not going to work and is poised to grab the dog by his collar, but Bones stops short and sits, just panting up at Castiel and wagging his tail. "Good boy," Castiel says, and pets his head. Then he straightens up to extend his hand to Sam like he hasn't just performed a minor miracle. "It's nice to finally meet you, Sam."
"Uh, yeah, you too," Sam says, shaking dumbly, still half staring at his dog who's for once not pretty much violating a guest. "Dean's told me a lot about you."
When Castiel smiles, it changes his whole face, from grave and a little on the unsettling side to... well, nice. "He has likewise about you. I won't take up too much of your time."
"Oh, yeah, here's your phone."
"Thank you."
"There's a guy named Balthazar you probably want to call back. Him calling was the reason I found it."
"Ah. I hope he didn't say anything...untoward."
Sam bites his lip, still stuck on the sex hair comment. "No, he just told me whose phone it was. Hey, do you want a beer or something? Dean's been going on about how I should meet you, and you're here, so..."
"I don't wish to impose."
"No way, you're saving me from Con. law. Besides, the fact that you can make Bones actually do what he's told deserves at least a beer."
For all his weirdly formal speech patterns and slight tendency to stare and stand a little too close, Castiel is actually pretty cool, especially once he's a beer and a half down and loosens up a little. Which is weird, because usually the people Dean thinks are cool and the people Sam thinks are cool don't overlap a lot. Then again, Dean never actually said he was cool, technically. 'Awesome guy' and 'you'll probably wanna marry him and have genius nerd babies' but 'cool' was never actually said. That puts the terminology question to rest, but the fact remains that Castiel is nothing like any friend of Dean's Sam has ever met or heard of. A girlfriend or two, yeah, if you stretch the definition to include what tends to happen between Dean and women (and men, possibly, though Sam's only ever known about one, courtesy of the most visually scarring example of bad timing in history, and they don't talk about it but it stands to reason), but presented with the general profile of a guy Dean spends what sounds like most of his free time with, Castiel isn't what Sam would have pictured. Because they've gone from Castiel's brother's time in law school to Sam's aspirations to the ACLU to theology, which Castiel knows so much about that it makes Sam look like an idiot. Not that Castiel makes him feel like one at all. His students must love him.
By the time Dean bangs through the front door and shouts, "Honey, I'm home!" Sam's pretty sure he's learned more in the last half hour than in the entire semester of his History of Western Religion freshman colloquium. And for all the surprise in his face and voice when he comes into the kitchen and blinks a couple of times and says, "Cas, hey," Dean is clearly pleased to see him, more pleased than he usually is to see just about anyone.
Sam almost wishes he didn't have another date tonight, especially once Castiel says he'll stay for dinner, because there's something about this he wants to figure out.
Next: Part 4
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Sam hates Con. law. Hates. It's dense and dry and picky and other than knowing his future clients' rights, he's never going to need it beyond knowing where to check a statute, which he's known since the twelfth grade. That's all the more reason to knock out as much of the reading as he can over the summer so he can breeze through it and get more out of his other courses, but it makes him itch to do absolutely anything else and hurts his brain. So much so that when the couch starts ringing, he thinks for a moment that he might be starting to hallucinate.
He digs into the cushions and grimaces as he first gets a fistful of crumbs and loose change (and how Dean managed to get this amount of crap stuck in a brand new couch in such a short period of time is a mystery for the ages but also a universal truth of Dean Winchester), but finally he comes up with an unfamiliar cell phone, still ringing and blinking 'Balthazar' on the screen. He snorts at the idea of getting a phone call from one of the Magi, but he figures someone must have left it here, so he answers it.
"Um, hello? Is this your phone?"
There's a British man on the other end. "No, it belongs to Castiel, who I assume has mislaid it. Inhumanly blue eyes, perpetual sex hair, adorably appalling dress sense, perhaps you know him?"
"I think he's a friend of my brother's," Sam says. Dean's mentioned him at least a dozen times, mostly going on about how much Sam's going to like him."I found the phone in the couch."
"Oh, dear, we can't leave him alone for a moment. Well, see he gets it back, will you? Ta."
The line goes dead.
"That wasn't weird at all," Sam says to the empty living room. He could probably just give the phone to Dean to return, but he thinks he remembers Dean saying that Castiel lives in the neighborhood, and anything's better than Con. law, so he flips through the contacts (Anna Milton, Balthazar Thornhill, Bro. Michael, Dean Winchester, EMERGENCY CONTACT Gabriel Milton) and punches the one that says 'home number.'
Three rings later a gravelly voice is saying, "Hello?"
"Um, hi, is this Castiel?"
"This is he."
"Hey, this is Sam Winchester, Dean's brother? I think you left your phone here."
"Oh. Hello, Sam. Thank you, I had been looking for it."
"It was in the couch."
"Ah. I should have realized. If it wouldn't inconvenience you, I'd like to come and get it."
"Yeah, no problem. I'm not doing anything."
"Thank you. I will see you shortly."
"Also not weird at all," Sam says to another dead line.
Five minutes later, Bones jumps up from where he's been napping on the rug and starts barking even before the doorbell rings. Sam's not sure what he should really be expecting, but Balthazar's description of very blue eyes and sex-hair turns out to be pretty accurate. Sam can't really see what's wrong with his fashion sense, but whatever. Castiel steps inside the house after a moment of hesitation on the doorstep, and Sam flails a bit for a second because it looks like Bones is going to jump on him, but then he says sternly, "Bones, down." Sam's about to say that's not going to work and is poised to grab the dog by his collar, but Bones stops short and sits, just panting up at Castiel and wagging his tail. "Good boy," Castiel says, and pets his head. Then he straightens up to extend his hand to Sam like he hasn't just performed a minor miracle. "It's nice to finally meet you, Sam."
"Uh, yeah, you too," Sam says, shaking dumbly, still half staring at his dog who's for once not pretty much violating a guest. "Dean's told me a lot about you."
When Castiel smiles, it changes his whole face, from grave and a little on the unsettling side to... well, nice. "He has likewise about you. I won't take up too much of your time."
"Oh, yeah, here's your phone."
"Thank you."
"There's a guy named Balthazar you probably want to call back. Him calling was the reason I found it."
"Ah. I hope he didn't say anything...untoward."
Sam bites his lip, still stuck on the sex hair comment. "No, he just told me whose phone it was. Hey, do you want a beer or something? Dean's been going on about how I should meet you, and you're here, so..."
"I don't wish to impose."
"No way, you're saving me from Con. law. Besides, the fact that you can make Bones actually do what he's told deserves at least a beer."
For all his weirdly formal speech patterns and slight tendency to stare and stand a little too close, Castiel is actually pretty cool, especially once he's a beer and a half down and loosens up a little. Which is weird, because usually the people Dean thinks are cool and the people Sam thinks are cool don't overlap a lot. Then again, Dean never actually said he was cool, technically. 'Awesome guy' and 'you'll probably wanna marry him and have genius nerd babies' but 'cool' was never actually said. That puts the terminology question to rest, but the fact remains that Castiel is nothing like any friend of Dean's Sam has ever met or heard of. A girlfriend or two, yeah, if you stretch the definition to include what tends to happen between Dean and women (and men, possibly, though Sam's only ever known about one, courtesy of the most visually scarring example of bad timing in history, and they don't talk about it but it stands to reason), but presented with the general profile of a guy Dean spends what sounds like most of his free time with, Castiel isn't what Sam would have pictured. Because they've gone from Castiel's brother's time in law school to Sam's aspirations to the ACLU to theology, which Castiel knows so much about that it makes Sam look like an idiot. Not that Castiel makes him feel like one at all. His students must love him.
By the time Dean bangs through the front door and shouts, "Honey, I'm home!" Sam's pretty sure he's learned more in the last half hour than in the entire semester of his History of Western Religion freshman colloquium. And for all the surprise in his face and voice when he comes into the kitchen and blinks a couple of times and says, "Cas, hey," Dean is clearly pleased to see him, more pleased than he usually is to see just about anyone.
Sam almost wishes he didn't have another date tonight, especially once Castiel says he'll stay for dinner, because there's something about this he wants to figure out.
Next: Part 4
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