House of ... stuff

18 year

goth_clark — Thu, 04 Aug 2022 13:47:47 GMT

It feels like a long time and so much has happened.

Wish I could get a new laptop this keyboard sucks a lot.

vacation all I ever wanted...

goth_clark — Thu, 28 Jul 2022 15:55:33 GMT

So, I'm on vacation. We drove around my area to buy dvds because I love to own shows and movies. I spent a staggering 333 bucks on various tv shows and movies! I was stunned and a little offput but Mr man says

"Check amazon to see how much you would have spent." said in wise man voice.

I did and what I found was I spent 333 bucks on dvds that would have cost 1,500 bucks!
Holy moly what the f is amazon charging so much for this stuff.

Best deal West Wing complete series 40 buck same one on amazon 350 bucks.

Anyways, I had fun and that's what matters most.

smaug

goth_clark — Wed, 18 Mar 2020 11:25:23 GMT

Sad news. My son's bearded dragon has passed. He most likely died of old age. My son is very upset. This is my favorite pic of them.

goth_clark — Thu, 06 Dec 2018 23:06:31 GMT

So, another year older, another year closer to death.

New in my life.

We adopted a bunny. She's cute but a bit aggressive.

This year kind of sucked all around. Yee ha.

video my son made

goth_clark — Tue, 05 Jun 2018 16:58:38 GMT

I am so proud of my son. He has posted a Minecraft video

https://youtu.be/1jJd-Dxxr8o

Here I am

goth_clark — Mon, 26 Feb 2018 16:25:04 GMT

Not sure what to say here. Mr. goth has published an ebook at kindle.

From Oblivion's Ashes

a zombie novel that takes place in our home town. He sold a few copies and got some great reviews and his next novel, a space opera, is in second draft.

That's about all these days. Just working a job for now until he becomes a huge big time author. :)

life and my mac

goth_clark — Thu, 04 May 2017 01:36:45 GMT

So here I am now at dreamwidth. I should post more but I never seem to and then I can't think of anything to post about. I haven't written but man has and I am so hoping that man's book is going to do well enough for me to not have to work any more because job is boring. Not saying where job is but retail...

I just spent a few weeks to trying to get my Macbook to talk to an external monitor. It will but the monitor goes to sleep and nothing happens and it's frustrating because I have NO money to fix this and maybe I should just move on and find a different solution ( I sort of did but it's kind of weird and involves another Macbook that has no lid and no screen because the screen no longer works but the Macbook works and it works with the external monitor and it's frustrating because usually I can solve these electronic things and I'm pretty good at this stuff but not this time.

deep breath.

I am not going to give up.

here i am

goth_clark — Wed, 05 Apr 2017 14:01:59 GMT

I guess I'm still here. Work is not that fun. It's okay every other day.

Mr. Man has finished his draft of his novel. We hope to get it out by this summer.

I'm tired all the time. My bones ache and my body wants to give up.

Already

goth_clark — Fri, 02 Dec 2016 13:39:20 GMT

December Hard to believe so much time has gone. It seems like yesterday I was here posting stories yet I haven't written in a long time and it does make me sad, but I have no inspiration these days. Too tired to do much of anything.

I hope everyone had a good year and such.

update

goth_clark — Fri, 08 Apr 2016 17:15:40 GMT

Still looking for a job. I've applied to so many at this point. There's so many other people looking that I don't know how long it will be before someone gives me a chance.

I foolishly sighed up for deancasbigbang. I have no ideas, no clue where to find a beta these says and haven't written anything in so long, I'm not ever sure if I can at this point, but I'm trying. I've been trying to write for the past three weeks, trying to get back into the swing of things.

Finished Justified. Love Tim. He's adorable. Also finished Mindy Project, Major Crimes, The Fosters, and Daredevil S2 which I loved.

Love my "interwebs". I'd give up everything else for you.

Been a long time

goth_clark — Sat, 05 Mar 2016 13:47:49 GMT

So, I'm still here. I haven't been up to much fandom related activities, but I hope to change that this year because job hunting is driving me up the wall. My sanity is in question, but in the mean time, I plan to write. I need something to keep me sane and nothing is working these days.

I've been watching show most times on Netflix because cables is too expensive.

Shows I have watched over the past year are House MD, Glee, White Collar, Law & Order:SVU only after season 12, Suits, Grey's Anatomy, Jessica Jones, Daredevil, Mindy Project, and I found that I really like medical dramas and police shows. I kind of fell off the Supernatural train, but I plan to watch once it hits the Netflix. I still love all the boys. I love new boys too.

I need to stop procrastination and do something productive, or sane. Maybe both.

Fic: In the Rain

goth_clark — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 11:29:29 GMT

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
pairing: Daniel/Jack
Summary: Daniel and Jack are caught off world in the rain.
Word Count: 4,600
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written For: green_grrl
Prompt: 1. “We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.” – Ernest Hemingway
2. beach
Optional Request: Action, drama, romance, humor, crack—all are fine. Could be canon, pre-canon, post-canon, alternate reality, alternate universe, crossover or fusion (see recs in my journal for my fandoms). I love tropes: pretend relationship, forced/arranged marriage, telepathy, genderswap, bodyswap mpreg, kid!fic, hooker!fic, doppelgänger, robots, clones. Any rating.
Restriction #1: no unhappy ending
Restriction #2: no J or D relationship with anyone else (except their wives)
Notes: Thanks to princessofgeeks for the beta and the encouragement.

written for the jd_ficathon ficathon xii

I went with the beach prompt.

IN THE RAIN

In need of

goth_clark — Thu, 25 Jun 2015 15:09:08 GMT

Hello

It feels like it's been a long time since I last posted. I've been laying low. Fandom seems almost all but over for me. I thought if I signed up for jd_ficathon, I could get back into a bit of fandom stuff. So I'm trying to write. I haven't written in a long time. Over a year. I'm in need of a beta for a Stargate SG1 story. Jack/Daniel. not sure yet what rating. So far it's just a G as nothing untoward has happened, but that may change. Sort of just letting the story take me where it goes. I'm hoping someone can help. It's most likely just a few thousand words in length. If anyone is interested in helping me out, that would be awesome.

On the personal side of things, I've now been out of work for over a year and it's not easy. Very stressing and depressing. Second guessing every choice I make these days, but trying to keep my head above water. At least we got a new vehicle. We got very lucky on that front. I think. I don't want to jinx it, but it's nice to at least have peace of mind about one thing in our lives.

ugh

goth_clark — Wed, 18 Feb 2015 19:30:55 GMT

This new keyboard is killing me.

On another note I hate when I use up hours of my time to figure some computer thing out. Old laptop not the new one, but I am considering taking the old one apart just for the experience.

this day

goth_clark — Sun, 15 Feb 2015 02:09:55 GMT

I'm sick. My head hurts and my stomach hurts and I'm sick but I have this new laptop which is cool, but I'm sick.

LJ is changing

goth_clark — Thu, 29 Jan 2015 17:51:04 GMT

So here I am trying to make a effort to log my life.

I made a plan for my son's schooling. I always have a plan but things have been a bit tough for both of us with me home all the time. I decided to create a firm schedule and I'm hoping that we stick to it this time. *cross fingers*

We also did our first workout, another thing I have trouble sticking to. With less active comes more body weightage.

School today consisted of Math - functions, Computers - codecademy. A great site that teaches how to code.

In other news, I love my kobo ereader. I used to sell them at work and never thought that I would get one but I decided to treat myself on my birthday last year. It rocks! I have WAY to many books to read at this point. All my sources are so filled with books, I could read 24/7 and not still finish them all. Not to mention all the books I purchased when I was working at the bookstore.

I also use this great site called Netgalley and obtain advanced reading copies which I don't always have the time to read, I'm ashamed to say.

I've also been rewatching Stargate Atlantis. Just started S4. Adore that show. Rodney and John are so adorable together and Ronon is so yummy.

I don't really have much time for fandom anymore. I tried to carve out writing time at first, but that didn't work out and I'm blocked for what to write these days due to stresses in my life.

end of it all

goth_clark — Fri, 16 Jan 2015 15:40:28 GMT

It's been almost a year since I last posted. I was let go at work back in the spring. I've mostly been teaching my son. Grade 11 science with computers mostly. He loves computers and anything to do with programming. I'm hoping that he will eventually do something with this love.

I try to read but haven't managed to finish many books in the past year. I think maybe only 4 or 5 last year. I still watch Supernatural and enjoy it some of the time. Not much else. Just mostly hanging until ... something not sure what.

Fiction: Drawing Staws - r - Dean/Castiel

goth_clark — Wed, 30 Oct 2013 10:20:33 GMT

Title: Drawing Straws
Genre: first time, angst
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Word Count: 11,400
Warnings: Spoilers up to Season eight.
Notes: Thanks to my betas twinsarein and Becky. Remaining errors are mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing.
Summary: With Castiel joining them on the road, Sam and Dean must share the responsibility for a fallen angel who has lost his grace. This means drawing straws for who gets to stay in the motel room with Castiel when they go on the road. Dean hates to be the short straw until he doesn't.
for the deancasbigbang
art jukebox_head

AO3

A good old fashioned haunting. That's what Sam had called this case.

Dean cocked his rock salt shotgun and checked around the corner to be sure the coast was clear. Behind him, Castiel stood against the wall as though he were on a stroll. He wasn't hiding, but had managed not to make his position known.

"What do we do now?" Castiel asked again for the third time.

Dean glared back at him, and motioned for him to be quiet. With anyone else the hand gesture would have worked, but not with Castiel. Dean already dreaded the drive home.

The sound of moans from the hallway caught Castiel's attention. He marched around the corner and Dean was forced to follow, calling out to him. The specter, the ghost of a serial killer that haunted this abandoned building every five years, rushed at Castiel. Dean shoved Castiel out of the way, aimed and fired.

The spray of rock salt dissipated the apparition and Dean ducked when he swam through the last wisps of Mortimer Teasdale. He was ready in moments with his shotgun, because he knew Mortimer would be back in seconds. It was taking less and less for him to become solid, as they got closer to midnight. Midnight was when he would be able to touch them.

"Cas, we need to get out of here, now." Dean glanced at his watch, urging Sam to finish his task of uncovering Mortimer's bones and burning them for good. Behind him, Castiel recovered from the sprawl Dean had sent him into.

"I believe I can appeal to his better nature," Castiel said.

Dean tried not to react to such an idiotic suggestion. They had gone over this a dozen times. These cases never ended well. Someone always ended up dead, and maybe Castiel needed to see for himself. Dean spun and faced the reforming vapors, lowering his weapon.

"Come and get me you son of a bitch." Dean spread his arms, ready to embrace the cold, dead arms of a man who would kill him if skin ever touched skin.

"No!"

Dean felt himself being yanked to the ground. They rolled together, Dean atop Castiel, Castiel's arms wrapped around Dean. Dean stared wide-eyed down at Castiel. There was no time to contemplate the position they were in. The outraged cries of a murderer denied a victim filled the hallway. Castiel snatched the shotgun from where it had fallen, and managed to fire one-handed.

The recoil threw Castiel's aim off and he sprayed a few feet to the left, missing Teasdale. Dean rolled and flipped, took the weapon, turning so that his back was pressed against Castiel, pinning him to the floor, and fired. The gun jumped in Dean's grip slamming him against Castiel, Dean's elbow connecting with Castiel's side. Dean flinched when he heard the crack of bone. Castiel cried out. Moments later, Teasdale stopped in his pursuit and went up in flames screaming with anger.

Ashes fluttered to the floor and Dean relaxed, muttering a thank you to his absent brother. Castiel pushed against Dean, shoving him aside. Dean turned his head to find Castiel propped up on one elbow, his back to Dean, clutching at his midsection.

"I think something has broken," Castiel said.

If that were true, he should have been in pain, but his casual tone seemed to say otherwise. Dean paused for one moment, leaned back and did a cursory examination of Castiel who flinched when Dean touched Castiel's left ribs. Dean cursed under his breath. The last time Castiel had been hurt, they'd had to stay at the Men of Letters for three weeks while he recovered. The downtime had been needed, but Sam bitched the whole time about how they could have been out stopping demons. Dean knew Sam was right. With Abbadon in charge of Hell they couldn't afford downtime.

Dean stood and helped Castiel to his feet, taking care not to hurt him in the process.

"I am fine, Dean." Even as Castiel said the words, he cringed in pain, bending forward, one hand on his broken ribs. "Although this does hurt a considerable amount."

Dean shook his head. "Cas, can't you just say, 'Ouch, this fucking hurts.'"

Castiel straightened with his arms at his sides. Dean knew what was coming next by the expression on Castiel's face.

"Ouch, this fucking hurts," said Castiel, putting about as much feeling in his statement as he did in everything else he said.

"Close enough." Dean didn't feel like explaining. Besides, they had miles of road before them and a motel stay, which meant another night of drawing straws to see who got to share a room with Castiel. Dean hoped it wouldn't be his turn.

~

Dean walked from the bathroom into the dimly lit motel room, trying not to focus on the sleeping figure on the bed. He looked diminished somehow, but Dean knew that couldn't be true, even though Castiel looked terrible. His white shirt was rumpled from sleep, as was his hair. He lay on his right side, body curled up with one arm tucked under his head. Castiel was still the same size he'd always been, even before the loss of his grace. Maybe it was the Queen-sized bed, which made him seem so small. The only two rooms left in the motel had been this one with one Queen-sized bed and lucky for them, a single, which Sam had won with a smug expression.

A knock on the door attracted Dean's attention. He checked the peephole and let Sam in. Sam entered and sat down on a chair at the small round table in the corner. He looked worried, which was understandable considering everything that had happened in the past three days.

"He's asleep," Sam said, breaking the silence first.

"I gave him some pain pills. He should sleep through the night." Dean sat down in the only other chair in the room and fiddled with his laptop, raising the lid. The click it made was the only noise in the room, other than Castiel's steady breathing.

"I hope so because..."

Dean caught a glimpse of empathy in Sam's gaze. He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought, picturing the scene of angels falling from the sky. He recalled his first thought being for Castiel and whether he was still alive. Dean still remembered the sense of panic in his heart at the thought of Castiel trying to make his way in the real world without his mojo. How would one adjust after millennia of counting on abilities given to you by Heaven?

Dean stood and opened the cooler to retrieve two beers, handing one to Sam. When Sam didn't take the offered drink, Dean set it down on the table at Sam's right elbow. Dean took a long pull from his bottle, drinking as much as he could before he sat down again.

"I know." That was an understatement, considering that Castiel had yet to enjoy one night of perfect sleep. At least he'd sat motionless to allow Dean to tape up his injured ribs. "Maybe I should take some of those magic pain pills."

Sam eyed Dean with a wary expression and then glanced at the beer. Dean nodded in understanding and Sam took a drink from his own bottle, seeming to be convinced that Dean would not be foolish enough to mix heavy drugs with alcohol.

"We should let him sleep all night, then we can get going in the morning." Sam stood, setting his empty on the table. "We can get him back to the Bunker. He can recover there." Sam ran his hands through his long hair.

"Right. We can get back to work on finding a way to get Cas back to normal," Dean said. Even as he spoke the words, he saw the flash of frustration in Sam's eyes. Sam didn't believe they could find a way out of this, and it had been months since that dick Metatron had slammed the gates of Heaven shut on angels, but Dean didn't see that there was any other choice but to try.

"I'm going to bed." Sam left, taking his dark mood with him. Dean knew that Sam was angry at Dean's attitude, but there was nothing to do about that. The trials had almost killed Sam and Dean wasn't going to let that happen again. It wasn't worth the price.

Dean heard the sound of moans from the bed and frowned. It looked like he was in for another restless night with Castiel, who, despite the heavy sedative wasn't going to be able to sleep a full night. Dean sat down on his side of the bed, his back to Castiel. He removed his boots with a weary sigh and lay down taking care to lie as close to his edge as possible. He tucked the flat pillow beneath his head wishing he were home in their bunker with his big firm pillows and porn stash.

When the bed rocked, Dean opened his eyes and stared at the far wall. Castiel moaned again. Dean turned his head enough to see Castiel. From the rapid eye movement beneath his closed lids, Dean surmised that he was caught in a dream. An experience Castiel insisted on sharing the next morning with Sam and Dean. Castiel muttered something that Dean didn't catch. Dean twisted further to get closer, and shuffled his position in the bed until he was facing Castiel.

He stretched out one leg and brought his arm under his head to bolster the flat pillow, gaze intent on how Castiel shifted in his sleep, one leg kicking. Dean jumped when Castiel's eyes opened. He could see the momentary glazed expression in Castiel's eyes morph from confusion to realization of where he was. Dean found himself caught in Castiel's gaze, trapped by the pleading blue eyes. Dean felt discomfort at the less than two feet between them.

"Thank you, Dean." Castiel flinched as though it hurt to speak and it might, considering the pounding his ribs had taken. Dean knew the joy of cracked ribs and how every breath you took was like inhaling broken glass. For Castiel the sensation must have been terrifying, judging by the expression on his face. The drugs hadn't helped.

Dean licked his dry lips. Castiel's deep voice hadn't changed, his eyes were still cerulean, and they still had that hurt look in them as though he were searching Dean's soul to find where Castiel had failed humanity. They still did something to Dean, something he never wanted to analyze in depth, too afraid to go down that unwelcome path.

Dean's mind flooded with memories, remembered the first time he'd met Castiel. The first time Dean had stared into those blue eyes. Later, Dean had discovered that the eyes were just borrowed.

Dean waited for Castiel to say something more but he didn't. Instead, Castiel closed his eyes and seemed to be struggling. Then he spoke.

"Don't." Castiel opened his beseeching eyes again.

Was it getting warm in here?

Dean felt his heart skip a beat and that same strange feeling filled him, but he didn't say a word. Don't what? Don't look at me that way? Don't feel sorry for me? Don't leave me?

"Don't leave me alone," Castiel said.

Dean felt his heart flutter in his chest again. Had Castiel read his mind? Or was it just a good guess? "Did you dream again?" Dean ventured, not wanting to hear the answer, but nonetheless asking anyway. He couldn't look into those eyes and turn away.

Castiel opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He seemed to crumble before Dean, and then Castiel shook his head, his gaze growing distant. "I don't remember." It was a lie and Dean knew it. He could smell a lie a mile away, but Dean didn't intend to call him on it.

Dean closed his eyes and settled back down, hoping to catch at least some sleep. When Castiel's breathing didn't indicate that he'd fallen asleep again, Dean cracked one eye open and saw Castiel was still watching him. The intense gaze felt intrusive, even though Dean knew that now Castiel couldn't read his mind or look into his soul. He'd lost that ability along with his grace.

"What is it?" Dean said after a long silence. He wanted to stay quiet and sleep, letting Castiel work this out on his own time, but he could still feel Castiel's intense gaze on him.

"Nothing, I did not say anything," Castiel said. He shifted on the bed, rocking the mattress on its springs. This time Dean heard a grunt of pain. There was no way he'd get a good nights' sleep with that happening all night.

It was this again then. This was the reason Dean didn't want to draw the short straw. Sam never seemed to complain about the nights he was forced to share a room with Castiel. Dean had even argued that since this was the case, maybe when they were forced to stay in motels, Sam should babysit the lost puppy.

"You were thinking too loudly," Dean said, turning over and facing the other direction. At least this way he could pretend he was in the bed alone.

Maybe Dean should have opted to sleep on the floor. He didn't relish the thought, though. There was one more option, but the thought of sleeping in the back seat of his baby seemed just as unpleasant. He hadn't had to do that in a long time and why should he lose the comfort of a bed? After all, it was his money, stolen or otherwise, that had paid for the room. He wasn't about to abandon it because he felt a little uncomfortable sharing a bed with another man. Besides, Castiel wasn't a man despite the exterior shell. Something Dean told himself all the time.

"I am sure that it's an impossibility to be thinking too loudly," Castiel said. The bed rocked again when Castiel shifted and Dean glared over his shoulder. The expression of pain on Castiel's face somewhat melted Dean's frustration.

"Could you stop doing that?" Dean said, stressing with a look that he meant the moving around. Maybe he shouldn't have used such a snippy tone, but Castiel moved around more in bed than any other person Dean had ever met.

There was a long moment of silence where Castiel tilted his head and then sat up. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. For a second Dean thought Castiel would stand but then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

"Cas, come on. Just lie down and get some sleep." Dean felt a pang of guilt the moment he said the words. He knew this couldn't be easy for Castiel.

"I am sorry, Dean," Castiel said with a heavy sigh. He stood and then sat back down, clutching his chest.

"I know, Cas. Just sleep. You'll feel better with a good night of sleep."

Castiel nodded and lay back down, curling up again. Dean settled down, closed his eyes. He felt warmth and comfort, drifting off into sleep. Dean's body felt light and safe.

~

Dean awoke with a jerk.

He'd been dreaming. Someone had been holding him. Warmth cocooned Dean and he hadn't wanted it to end. Still groggy, Dean didn't realize right away that there was a hand on his hip. His foggy brain registered that there shouldn't be a hand on him because he was alone in his bed, wasn't he? Then he remembered that he wasn't alone. Castiel was with him and they'd had to share a bed.

Dean raised his head from the pillow and looked over his shoulder, trailing his gaze down until he saw Castiel's arm stretched out. His hand rested on Dean's hip, as if it belonged there. Castiel must have reached out in his sleep. There was no harm in that.

Then Castiel stroked Dean with his thumb. Caught by the motion of that stray thumb, Dean watched the unconscious gesture. Dean checked again. Castiel was sound asleep, his eyes closed, the other hand tucked beneath his head, looking like an angel.

Dean realized at that moment that he was hard and that he had warm 'fuzzies' in his belly that had not been there when he'd first woken. He also noticed the distinct bulge in Castiel's pants. He glanced at the bedside clock to see that it was almost nine in the morning.

Dean slipped out of the bed, and out from under Castiel's touch, trying not to disturb him. There was no need to wake Castiel. Besides, if he woke him, Dean would no doubt have to explain human rituals. It was just a morning happy. Nothing to see here, and there was no way Dean was going to try to explain why men woke up hard or dwell on what made a man hard. Just saying most men woke up hard every morning wouldn't cut it for Castiel. Dean knew that simple explanations never worked no matter how many times Dean had tried to explain this to Castiel. He rushed to the bathroom and closed the door, feeling like he'd escaped some horrible fate worse than death.

Dean flicked the light on and stared at his gaunt reflection in the mirror, shaking his head. "What are you looking at?" He sneered at his likeness and took a deep breath. Dean took his morning pee, smiling at the memory of when they'd been forced to explain human bodily functions to Castiel, and Castiel's response. Now that had been fun. The look of distaste on his face had been comical. Sometimes Dean had to resist the urge to play with Castiel. A few times now, Sam hadn't been able to resist and the results had been worth a few chuckles.

Dean jumped at the knock at the door.

"Dean," Castiel said. "I have to..."

Dean shook and zipped up, washing his hands. He dried them on a towel, taking his time. Once Castiel knocked again, Dean opened the door and grinned at Castiel.

"Just say it, Cas," Dean said. Castiel moved past Dean and didn't wait for Dean to leave the room. He whipped it out and was relieving himself before Dean had a chance to turn around. Dean realized, too late, that he was staring. Not that he could see much, but when he turned his gaze to the mirror Dean saw way too much.

"Whoa," Dean said, turning his back on Castiel.

"I am sorry, Dean but I had to see a man about a horse," Castiel said. The flow stopped and Castiel flushed the toilet. "Besides," Castiel said.

When Dean turned back to face Castiel, they stood less than a foot apart, and Castiel had neglected to finish, finish.

"You said this was a natural human bodily function," Castiel said, finishing his thought.

"Cas." Dean cleared his throat and tried not to look down. He really did, but one quick glance to... yup, he'd forgotten, or just not cared to remember the final step.

"Yes, Dean?"

Dean pointed down, looking Castiel in the eyes. Not looking down again, not looking down. This time, Castiel looked down.

"Put it back in your pants."

Castiel tucked it back inside and zipped his pants up, an apologetic expression on his face. Castiel opened his mouth to say something, but Dean shut him down with a raised hand.

"Let's just get ready to go. You can take the first shower," Dean said. He exited the bathroom and moved to gather his duffle, stuffing everything but the clothes he planned to wear today, inside the bag. Dean heard the shower turn on. At least that was something he didn't have to help Castiel out with. He knew how to clean up all on his own. Sometimes it was like having a child with them. Dean didn't fault Castiel on that front. It wasn't like he expected Castiel to know every single minutia of human living or interaction. As an angel, he hadn't bother or needed to know those 'mundane human customs.'

Castiel exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Dean moved past him without a word to take his turn. He set his clothes on the sink and turned on the shower, stepping into the tub. The hot water felt good on his skin and Dean was hard in no time. He tried to ignore the erection, but every time he flashed to the glimpse he'd caught of Castiel's unmentionables, Dean's dick twitched. He glared down, scrubbing soap over his cock and balls. That only made him harder.

"Traitor." Dean leaned one hand against the wall, allowing the spray of water to fall on his back and ass. He closed his eyes and thought about boobs. Big, bouncy, soft curvy boobs with a pretty black-haired woman attached to them. That did the trick. He jerked himself to orgasm and bit his bottom lip when he came. With a grin, Dean washed the evidence away. He was still straight as an arrow. So what if he'd had a wayward thought or two about Castiel. They didn't count and besides, Dean chalked it up to close quarter and morbid curiosity. Not his fault.

Dean turned off the water and toweled down his body, getting dressed before he was dried. He disliked the feeling, but it couldn't be helped. There was no way he was going to dress with Castiel in the room. When he came out of the bathroom, he found Castiel dressed and sitting on the bed, his hands on his knees.

~

"There's no way we're going to make it back in time tonight," Dean said. He opened the driver side door of the Impala, looking over the roof at Sam.

Sam nodded. "You're probably right. That means another night in a motel." Sam's grin almost looked like a smirk to Dean.

"If we drive through the night we could make it by the next night," Dean said.

Sam pulled out his cell phone and thumbed a few buttons, shaking his head. "Nope. It says it's going to take another seventy-one hours to drive the rest of the way."

"We take a different route," Dean said, hoping his suggestion would somehow magically shorten the distance or Sam would discover a new route not thought of before.

Sam shook his head and held his phone out, despite the face that Dean was unable to see the small screen.

"Stupid highways," Dean said, punching at air in frustration. This meant another night at a motel and sharing.

Sam walked around the Impala and held out a hand with two stir sticks poking up from his fist. "We should draw now."

Dean slumped his shoulders, reached out and picked one. It would be just like tearing off a Band-Aid. He held up his choice and Sam held up his. "Shit. Why do I always draw short?"

Sam smirked. "You don't always." Sam waved his long stick in the air, mocking Dean with the piece of plastic.

"Best two out of three," Dean said.

Sam opened the back door and started to get in the back seat.

"Wait, why are you getting in the back?" Dean glanced back. Castiel had yet to come out of the restaurant. What the hell was he doing in there?

"Cas called shotgun," Sam said, sliding in the car and slamming the door shut behind him.

"What, when?" Dean climbed in behind the wheel, closing his door.

"In the restaurant, back there," Sam said. He stretched out in the back seat, leaned back and closed his eyes, pointing a thumb behind them at the diner.

"I didn't hear it," Dean said, adjusting the rear view mirror so he could see Sam in the reflection. "If I didn't hear it, it didn't happen."

Sam had a smug smile on his face. Dean caught movement in his rearview mirror. Castiel was headed their way.

"You are going to pay for this."

"Whatever, bitch," Sam said.

Dean twisted in his seat, glaring over his shoulder at Sam. "Jerk."

Castiel climbed in the passenger seat and Dean turned to face forward. They went silent. Castiel eyed Dean with suspicion.

"Have I missed something?" Castiel twisted in his seat to look over his shoulder at Sam who had a big grin on his face.

Dean glared at Sam's smug reflection and started the engine, adjusting the rearview mirror again. Music blared from the radio and Dean reached out to turn the volume down.

"No, Cas. You didn't miss anything."

~

Dean drove for as long as he could. They stopped for gas and Sam took over. This time Castiel moved to the back seat and Dean rode shotgun. Castiel didn't even need to be asked or told. Dean was surprised to feel a twinge of disappointment. He was happy to discover after twenty miles of silence that Castiel had fallen asleep in the back seat. His head lulled against the back window, shadows of long, black lashes stretched over his cheeks. Dean cleared his throat when he realized that Sam was eyeing him with suspicion. He stared out the window, watching the forest and farmland in silence as they passed rural landscapes at sixty miles an hour. With the radio turned down low, Dean felt content to be like this as long as possible. He even caught himself smiling.

When the day grew into night, they pulled into a viable motel option. The place looked deserted and seemed to be miles from nowhere, but the free Wi-Fi sign seemed promising. Even out here in the middle of butt fuck nowhere the denizens offered modern amenities. There was even a small diner across the road.

Sam parked in front of the office and Dean climbed from the car, leaving Castiel in the car alone. With one nod, Dean agreed to wrestle up some grub while Sam checked them into rooms. Twenty minutes later, Dean found the Impala parked in front of room 21. He knocked and Sam opened the door snatching a paper bag from Dean and offering Dean a key, pointing to the left. Dean took the key, noting the keychain had the number 22 engraved into it in white. Sam was already shoving his hand into the bag to pull out the salad. Dean followed him into the single, eyeing the bed with longing.

"I am starved," Sam said. He sat down on the lone chair in the room and set the salad down on the small table. The home fries followed. At first, Sam didn't seem to notice Dean, but then he stopped and looked up at Dean. "Cas is already in your room." Sam smiled. "Thanks for the food. You should go eat yours before it gets cold."

Dean stared, wanting to curse his brother, but instead he put one of the drinks from the drink tray on the table for Sam, nodded and then left without a word.

They should have rented three rooms. Why couldn't they do that? It's not like they were short on cash. When he entered his room, Castiel was sitting on one side of the one queen-sized bed, rubbing the stubble on his cheeks. Dean closed the door and walked to the table in the room, setting two paper bags and the drink tray down.

"Burgers and fries tonight," Dean said.

Castiel stood and walked to sit on the chair across from Dean. He still wore his trench coat and jacket. No matter how many times Dean told him he could remove them at the end of the day and hang them up, Castiel never did. It wasn't that he didn't know what to do; it was that it never occurred to him to do it. That seemed to be the case in all things when it came to Castiel.

Dean removed his own jacket and draped it on the back of his chair before sitting down. He unpacked their food, putting a burger and fries before Castiel who didn't make a move for his food. Dean motioned for Castiel to eat, but Castiel sat in silence with his eyes closed almost as though he were saying grace. A moment before Dean was going to make a rude comment, Castiel reached for the burger.

They ate in silence. Despite having slept for on the road for four hours, Castiel looked bedraggled. Dean tried not to stare, allowing his gaze to examine the characterless room. He eyed at the one bed. He was going to kill Sam tomorrow, or maybe he would do that tonight while Sam slept in his smug little room. He'd wait until they were all sound asleep and sneak into Sam's room, maybe put some water in the bed so Sam would think he'd wet himself during the night. Dean nodded at the thought and decided that he would do just that.

"I apologize for the burden I have become," Castiel said, tearing Dean's attention away from his thoughts of revenge.

Dean felt a twinge of guilt at the look in Castiel's eyes. He leaned back in his seat and set his drink down. "For the last time. You are not a burden."

"All evidence seems to indicate that this is not the case."

Dean stared at Castiel trying to decide what to say, but coming up empty. There was no time for this and he was too tired to deal with Castiel's feelings of inadequacy.

"Stop that. The sad eyes are killing me." Dean crumpled his wrapper and stuffed it into the bag, twisting in his chair to toss the bag into the small garbage bin just a few feet away. Dean missed and sighed. He watched Castiel crumple his trash and aim for the bin. Dean shook his head. Castiel was further away from the garbage though not by much. "You'll never get it in."

Castiel tossed the wrapper. It teetered on the edge for a moment and they watched. For a split second Dean was sure it would fall out and land beside his bag, but gravity was on Castiel's side. The crumpled ball slid into the bin. Dean looked at Castiel who grinned with triumph.

"Lucky shot," Dean said. He stood and scooped up his bag to toss it in, but the bag missed again. "Oh, you have got to be kidding." Dean glanced in Castiel's direction, ignoring the smug expression. This time, he made sure the garbage hit its target.

Dean ignored Castiel and trudged to the bed, flopping down on the right side. He tucked his arms around himself and closed his eyes, settling in. It took him no time to fall asleep.

When Dean awoke, it felt like just a few minutes had passed, but it was dark outside and the lights were out except for the dim light that filtered in through the thin curtains. Dean yawned, wondering what could have awakened him. He jerked, startled when he realized that Castiel was sitting on the other side of the bed facing the wall. He still wore his trench coat. Dean muttered a curse under his breath.

"I am unable to sleep," Castiel said. His voice was deep, but soft.

Dean yawned again and rubbed at one bleary eye. "Probably because you slept in the car." His throat felt parched. Dean sat up, rubbing a hand through his hair. The bedside digital clock read four forty-four. It ticked over to four forty-five. Dean cracked his stiff neck with a groan.

Castiel remained silent, body twisted to look at Dean, one hand on the bed, the other in his lap. Dean stood and walked around the bed to Castiel's side, motioning for Castiel to stand and turn. Castiel obeyed without hesitation.

"Come on," Dean said. He started to remove the trench coat, but Castiel brushed Dean aside, removing it and the jacket. "Look, Cas. I know..." he stopped himself when he saw the glare in Castiel's eyes. Dean moved again to stand in front of Castiel. "I don't know, but I do know that you're one of us now."

Castiel paused in his task of removing his tie. Dean reached up and pushed Castiel's hands away, finishing the task. He held the tie in his hand, staring down at the cheap, blue fabric. The moment seemed to drag on way too long for Dean's taste. He cleared his throat.

"Let's just try to get some sleep, okay?" Dean said, patting Castiel on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. Castiel nodded.

They settled back down in the bed. Dean closed his eyes, feeling his goal accomplished when the other side of the bed rocked with Castiel's motions. He wanted to peek over his should to ensure that Cas was settling in, but resisted the urge. Despite thinking there was no way he would get to sleep now, Dean drifted into dreamland, in moments.

~

Dean finished the last stroke, and washed the excess shaving cream from his cheeks. He caressed his face to check the smoothness and smiled, giving his reflection a wink. He'd slept like a baby after the impromptu wake-up in the middle of the night. Castiel had still been asleep when Dean awoke. Not wishing to wake him, Dean had gone to the bathroom for some alone time. He planned on heading to Sam's room in the hope that his brother would still be sound asleep. Since Sam was a late sleeper the chances of startling him were great.

When he exited the bathroom, a much-rested Castiel stood by the window. The drapes were pulled open and Castiel stared out into the morning light.

"You should get showered and shaved," Dean said, tossing his kit in his duffle.

Castiel turned his gaze on Dean. "I'm not fond of shaving. I always cut my skin with the sharp blade."

"You could grow a beard," Dean said with a shrug. The suggestion didn't seem to spark Castiel's interest. "Look, um," Dean couldn't believe he was going to say this. "I'll show you the right way to shave that won't have you covered in tissues."

Castiel nodded once and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Dean shook his head. Could Castiel be this dense? How hard was it to learn to shave. Dean didn't remember having trouble, but then Castiel wasn't a teenaged boy desperate to be a man. Dean knocked on the door.

"Enter," Castiel said.

Dean opened the door with hesitation, unsure what he would find, but all he found was Castiel leaning against the bathroom sink, a towel wrapped around his middle. Castiel's clothes sat folded in a neat pile on the sink to his right. Dean entered the room, picking up the small can of shaving cream. Dean cleared his throat and tried to ignore the lengths of naked skin before him. This was foolish. He should just let Castiel cut himself and learn the hard way how to get a good shave. No, what was foolish was thinking this was anything but a friend helping out a friend. No one needed to know about this. Dean would never tell.

Before he could change his mind and rush from the room, Dean uncapped the cream. The pop seemed to echo through the silent room. Dean looked up at Castiel who sat patient and silent, watching Dean with rapt attention.

"This isn't normal, okay?" Dean said. When Castiel didn't reply or make a comment, Dean nodded as though Castiel had acknowledged the not normal situation.

"Of course, Dean," Castiel said, his deep voice echoing. His intense gaze never left Dean's.

"Right, okay, so um," Dean swiped a hand across his face. He made sure Castiel was paying attention, though he didn't need to as Castiel had not taken his gaze from Dean since he'd entered the bathroom. Dean shook the can a few times then depressed the nozzle to deposit a small amount of the cream into the palm of his left hand. "A little goes a long way."

The small amount of cream expanded, as it should. Dean set the can down on the counter and rubbed the scented cream between his palms. He reached out to spread it on Castiel's cheeks, but couldn't get it right because of the awkward angle. Dean shifted to stand between Castiel's legs. He paused when Castiel repositioned himself on the counter, spreading his legs to accommodate Dean. If Dean didn't know better, he would think Castiel was doing this on purpose.

He reached out to spread the shaving cream on Castiel's cheeks. Castiel leaned forward, his gaze still trying to follow every motion Dean made. It looked ridiculous and kind of adorable. Dean tried to concentrate on his task at hand. He happened to glance down and notice a prominent bulge developing beneath the towel. Dean widened his eyes and looked up at Castiel's face.

"I apologize. I seem unable to control my... junk," Castiel said. The contrite expression on his face seemed to indicate that Castiel was telling the truth.

Dean chided himself for thinking that someone as sincere as Castiel could engineer this situation. "That's fine." Dean cleared his throat and kept his gaze locked on Castiel's face. His own cock stirred in his pants. "I'm just going to..." A dozen other retorts flashed through Dean's mind but he chose to stifle them. He was just glad Sam wasn't here to see this.

Getting back to why he was in here, Dean picked up the razor and positioned himself so he could start on the left side of Castiel's face. Castiel didn't move a muscle as Dean stroked down. Dean turned the cold-water tap on and cleaned the razor under the running water. The towel jerked. Dean ignored the movement, concentrating on the second stroke. Stroke, rinse, stroke, rinse and jerk. Dean's gaze couldn't help but go to the movement. He tried to ignore it, but it was hard.

Castiel gripped Dean's hand just as he was about to take the last stoke. Their gazes locked for a second and Dean knew what was about to happen. He should have backed out of that room the moment he saw the look in Castiel's eyes, but Dean froze, swallowing the tremors that threatened to break him.

Castiel tilted his head and leaned forward, his eyes still open and gaze locked on Dean. Their lips brushed. Castiel's thumb stroked Dean's pulse point. Dean felt his pulse pound beneath Castiel's fingertips. Then Dean did something he never thought he'd ever do. He fell into Castiel, their mouths locked in a kiss. Castiel's mouth was closed, but Dean teased it open with his tongue, ignoring the fact that this wasn't what he'd thought he'd wanted because suddenly Dean knew what he'd been missing all this time. His mind exploded. Dean knew the tension between he and Castiel had sometimes been sexual, but this was insane. Castiel kissed like he'd never done this before, but that was fine. Dean was going to show him the right way to kiss someone.

Dean's cock was so hard. He pulled Castiel's hand down to show him just how hard. Castiel cupped Dean through his pants. It wasn't enough. Dean realized that the towel had almost fallen from Castiel. He grabbed hold of the hard length, giving it one quick stroke. The smooth head felt good in his palm. He smeared the precome over the shaft and jerked Castiel off while tonguing his mouth. It didn't take long. Castiel moaned and moments later he pulsed in Dean's hand, shooting hot come over the towel and Dean's fist.

Caught in the moment, Dean unbuttoned and unzipped. The kiss didn't break and Castiel was a fast learner. His tongue danced with Dean's like an expert, better than any kiss Dean could remember. Passionate, demanding and greedy the more they kissed. Dean felt Castiel's hands on his hips. The firm touch moved to shove Dean's jeans and underwear down, tugging them until they were at Dean's knees. The kiss broke for a second, and then Dean pulled Castiel back up to crush their mouths together, hungry for more. He thrust forward, shivering when Castiel brushed a hand over his hard cock. Dean helped guide Castiel, showing him how to stroke and what to do to make him feel good. Dean was already close to the edge after jerking Castiel off and their tongues locked in a slick, wet dance.

Dean bit Castiel's bottom lip to stifle a cry as he came. He fell against Castiel, knees locked to stop him from sliding down to the floor. The sounds of their combined breathing filled the room, and Dean could feel Castiel's heart pounding. He slid his hand up to rest it against Castiel's naked chest in an attempt to get closer to that sound.

"Thank you for showing me how to shave." Castiel's words cut through the silence, shattering the moment.

Dean pushed off, unable to look at Castiel. He turned away and zipped himself up. When Castiel touched Dean's shoulder, Dean flinched away, rushing from the room.

His mind in a haze, Dean paced the room, feeling like a caged beast. The water in the shower turned on. Dean paused and looked down at his hands. He reached up to touch his lips. He could still smell Castiel on his fingers. Dean closed his eyes and licked them, repulsed and turned on all at once. He rushed to throw his things inside his bag, trying to push what had just happened out of his mind. He needed to think about anything else but what they had just done, but Dean's mind flashed to the look in Castiel's eyes. He paused and thought about how good it had felt to finally kiss those lips. It was a relief to know now that Dean wasn't imagining the attraction between them, and Castiel more than reciprocated.

Dean stopped, took a deep breath and sat down. He could handle this. It wasn't that big a deal. No one needed to know, especially not Sam who sometimes teased Dean about the special bond he had with his angel. Fuck. An angel. Dean had just jerked off an angel and jerked off on an angel. He was going to hell, again.

When Castiel exited the bathroom, he was buck-naked with a motel towel clutched in one fist. Dean turned his back on Castiel.

"Whoa, Cas. We talked about this. You can't just walk out here with your junk hanging free."

"I apologize, Dean, but I have no such hang-ups when it comes to my..." there was a pause. Dean knew he shouldn't but it was impossible for him to resist. He peeked over his shoulder. Castiel still hadn't covered up. He was staring down at his free-hanging dick.

By now, Dean could describe Castiel naked in excruciating detail. That this wasn't the most disturbing thing about his relationship with Castiel didn't make Dean feel any better about the situation.

Castiel looked up at Dean. "...Junk. Besides, you have already seen my junk on several occasions." Castiel grinned.

"Just cover up," Dean said. When Castiel didn't make a move, Dean took matters into his own hands. He snatched the towel from Castiel and tried to wrap it around Castiel's waist. Why were motel towels so small? Flustered, Dean held the towel in place and looked up into Castiel's eyes. They were inches apart and Dean felt his heart flutter.

"May I kiss you again?"

Now he asked. Dean stared, unsure what else to do. The truth was, he wanted to kiss Castiel, maybe more than Castiel wanted to kiss him. Dean leaned forward. At that exact moment, the door nob to their room turned. Dean stopped leaning. He heard the door open. With his back to it he couldn't see who was invading their privacy though Dean could venture a guess. Only Sam had the second key and it wasn't time for room service.

"I got us some coffee and donuts to go," Dean heard Sam say. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I'd be interrupting something."

Dean felt frustration build at the impish tone in Sam's voice.

"Hello, Sam," Castiel said. He leaned around Dean and waved at Sam.

"Oh." Sam faked surprise.

Dean snarled at the mirth in Sam's eyes.

"This is not what it looks like," Dean said, trying to twist around to face Sam and at the same time trying to encourage Castiel to take the towel. When Castiel made no move to do so, Dean gave up and turned to face Sam. The towel dropped to the floor. Dean flinched and realized how guilty he must look.

"Right, not at all," Sam said. He took a few steps back toward the doorway. "Cas needed help getting dressed because he's three."

"Actually, if you only include my human age, I am three months old," Castiel said.

Dean turned to glare, making sure he kept his gaze up, but he could see all the naked flesh in his peripheral vision.

"Nice three-month-old you've got there, Dean," Sam said with a wave of his hand. He seemed to have no compunction when it came to Castiel's nudity. Sam crossed his arms and leaned against the closed door, a smug smile on his face.

"Dean was only helping me shave," Castiel said.

"Oh, really," Sam said, the smug expression growing.

"And then we..."

Dean rushed to clamp a hand over Castiel's mouth, his heart hammering with panic.

Sam opened the door and stepped out into the bright sunny day. "I'll just leave you to dress your boyfriend," Sam said, waggling his eyebrows. Before Dean could respond, Sam closed the door. Moments later, he opened it again, a leer on his face. "Have fun."

Dean lunged toward Sam, but stopped not wanting to uncover Castiel's mouth in case the wrong words came tumbling out. Once the door remained closed and it didn't seem that Sam was going to make another surprise appearance, Dean rushed forward and slid the chain in place to prevent any more unwanted interruptions. Dean placed his hands on his hips, his back to Castiel.

"I am sorry, Dean. I had only intended to correct the misunderstanding."

Dean raised a hand and shushed Castiel. "Just get dressed. We need to get back on the road." He paused. Dean hoped that the sound of shuffling meant that Castiel was doing as he was told. A few minutes passed before Dean turned around again. Castiel was dressed. He had his trench coat slung over his arm.

~

To say the next few hours on the road were awkward was an understatement. Dean kept all his attention on driving, trying hard to ignore anything else around him. Castiel sat in the back seat on the passenger side staring out the window. Sam hadn't said much since climbing into the front passenger seat and buckling up. Dean checked the gas gauge for the tenth time. They had a long drive ahead of them and he didn't want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with no way to get where they were going.

After a few more miles, Sam twisted in his seat and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. The buzz stopped when Sam flipped the phone open and placed it to his ear.

"What's up, Garth?" Sam nodded at Dean. "Yeah, sure. We're a few hundred miles away, but if you've got no one else, we can swing that. Text us the information." Sam paused. "Or e-mail it whatever." Sam closed the phone.

"We got a job?" Dean said, knowing full well that his question was redundant. He tried not to groan with frustration. A job meant a delay in arriving back at The Bunker. Castiel was still injured and they needed a break. "We're going to need to stop somewhere near Wi-Fi." Sam's phone chirped. He checked the text Garth must have sent.

"Did you know that the bunker the Men of Letters built is in the center of the geographical conterminous of the United States?" Castiel said after being silent the whole drive.

Dean glanced in the rear view mirror to see that Castiel sat staring out the window. He shook his head. "That's a non sequitur if I ever heard one."

"Yeah, Cas, that's cool," said Sam in a dismissive tone. He eyed Dean with a questioning look.

There was a long pause. Dean glanced at the gas gauge again. They were at a quarter tank now.

"Where's the job?" Dean said when Sam didn't offer up the information after reading what he assumed was Garth's text.

"A town called Boone, Iowa."

"Population 12,623," Castiel said. "Unless deaths and births have occurred in the past three months that I am not aware of."

Dean glanced over his shoulder long enough to shoot a glare at Castiel, while still keeping an eye on the road.

"42 degrees north," Castiel continued, ignoring Dean's glare. "53 degrees west."

"I'm surprised you aren't more accurate," Dean said.

"I can be if you wish, but I tend to find that it angers and frustrates you, Dean."

Dean huffed.

"Who needs a GPS when you have Cas, the walking encyclopedia on legs," Sam said with sarcasm.

"Okay, genius," Dean said deciding to ignore Sam's snide comment. "How far away are we from Boone?"

Castiel tilted his head as though he were listening for something. He raised a hand in the air, testing the wind, and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

Sam held his cell phone up. "I do. We can be there in two hours. There should be a motel that provides free Internet."

Dean groaned. "Why do we need a motel?"

"A base of operation while we're there. Garth isn't sure what we're dealing with and I need to look at all the information he sent."

"Fine," Dean said. He pressed down on the gas to speed up. The sooner they arrived the sooner this case could be over. Even if Dean didn't know what it was about, he wanted it done. He wasn't about to spend another night in a motel. He wanted his bed so he could sleep alone.

~

They arrived in Boone, Iowa just under two hours without breaking any speed limits. Dean pulled into the first motel they encountered that advertised free Wi-Fi. Castiel exited the car the moment it stopped. He wore a sour expression and looked uncomfortable. Dean guessed that Cas needed to use a washroom. His suspicions were confirmed when Cas rushed to the bathroom in the room Sam rented for them. They decided on a double with Queen-sized beds for now since they weren't sure how long this would take.

Sam set his laptop up on the small square table, connecting to the free Internet. Dean flopped down on one of the beds after tossing his jacket on a chair.

"I can't wait for Cas to describe his bathroom experience in excruciating detail," said Dean. He hadn't meant to blurt that out, but the room was too quiet and he had to say something. When Sam didn't respond, Dean continued. "Right, so we're here and I think I'm going to take a nap. I'm bushed. I did all the driving and I need some shut eye." Dean paused. Sam still didn't respond. "Okay." Dean propped himself up on his elbows. Castiel was taking a long time in the bathroom. Dean stood and sauntered over to the door, rapping against it with his knuckles. "Hey, Cas. The rest of us need a turn, too."

"I will be out shortly," Castiel called out.

Dean knew he would regret this. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Dean said with a flinch.

Sam chuckled and Dean glared at him. Sometimes Dean wished he could punch his brother.

Dean was relieved at the lack of response from the other side of the door and decided to sit back down when the bathroom door opened a crack. Sam stood from his seat, closing the lid of the laptop.

"I'll go scare up some food," Sam said. Dean couldn't help noticing the smug expression that morphed into a look of innocence when Dean snarled at Sam. "You two need some alone time," Sam snickered.

Before Dean could stop him, Sam rushed from the motel, snapping up his jacket on the way out. Dean cursed under his breath. The door of the bathroom opened and Castiel sauntered out, a hand towel in his hands.

"Well," Dean said. He knew he was a little too snippy in his tone, but he didn't care. This was ridiculous. This whole situation was ridiculous.

Dean brushed past Castiel, his urge to pee too powerful to ignore. He relieved himself and flushed, staring at his reflection. "You need to make a choice," he said to his mirror self. Something deep inside Dean told him that he already had. "What's it going to be? Are you gay now?" Dean raised a brow, and his reflection followed suite. Just because he'd had a few encounters of the 'more than friends' kind with Castiel didn't mean he now liked dick. Except there was no denying how he felt when he was with Castiel. Dean took a deep breath, and washed his hands, snatching a hand towel from the towel bar. When he went back into the room, Castiel was sitting on one of the beds, staring at a spot on the floor.

Castiel looked up. "Dean."

Dean rushed to the door, reaching for the knob. "I need something from the trunk." He didn't stop to see if Castiel acknowledged his comment. Dean exited the room, feeling unresolved at the thoughts he'd been contemplating in the bathroom. This was happening. This was real. He knew he felt that way about Cas. Something in Dean clenched up and his stomach did a flip at the thought of telling Sam.

"Hey."

Dean jumped at the touch on his shoulder. He spun round ready to clock whomever had decided to come up behind him. It was Sam with a tray of drinks and a large paper takeout bag. "Don't do that." Dean relaxed and then tensed up again, feeling a flash of guilt. He had to get this off his chest before it ate him up inside.

"What is it? Is it Cas? Did something happen while I was gone?" Sam widened his eyes and stared at the door to their room.

Dean shook his head, feeling his palms start to sweat at the thought of saying something to Sam about any of this. Maybe he didn't have to. Maybe it was just an anomaly. It could just be a result of close quarters. Right. Dean rubbed his palms on his legs and motioned for Sam to follow him away from the front of the room.

"I need to talk to you about something," Dean said. He glanced back at the door, expecting it to open any moment. Castiel would be wondering why Dean rushed out so fast.

"What is it, Dean?"

Dean led Sam further away from the room to the side of the motel. They were the only guests so far as it was only three in the afternoon. Dean motioned to the car and Sam followed him. They climbed in and Sam set the food down on his lap.

"Come on before the food gets cold," Sam said after a long silence.

"Okay, I'm trying to build up to this and it's not easy, Sam. Cut me some slack." Dean took a deep breath, looking away from Sam's intense scrutiny. His gaze fell on the motel door of their room.

"Is this about Cas?" Sam said in a soft tone.

"Yeah" There was a long pause where Dean hoped that Sam would be able to read his mind, but no such luck. "Look, I think... I mean..."

"Come on, Dean."

"I think I like Cas." Dean blurted the words out before his lost his nerve.

"I like Cas, too," Sam said, eyeing Dean sideways.

"No, I mean, like, like as in like," said Dean, putting emphasis on the word like.

"As in like," Sam said. He glanced at the door to the motel, narrowing his eyes. Sam smirked. "It's about time."

Dean stared, mystified by Sam's comment.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I figure that Cas has had a crush on you from day one."

Dean stared with mouth agape, trying to comprehend what Sam was saying.

"I'll get a separate room so you two can be alone," said Sam with a smile.

Dean didn't stop Sam when he got out of the car. He sat too stunned to move, watching as Sam entered the room. He saw Castiel in the room standing by the bed in the same spot Dean had left him in. Dean scrambled out of the car, locking the door before rushing to the room, afraid Sam would say something to Castiel before he could stop him. When he entered the room he found Sam and Castiel on one of the beds, about to eat the burgers and fries that Sam had purchased. Dean closed the door behind him.

Sam stood, brushing crumbs from his hands. He picked up one of the drinks. "I need to find the local library to do some research. You two stay here and sift through the emails Garth sent."

Dean nodded, and Sam stuffed his laptop into his bag. He clapped Dean's shoulder and smirked. "Go get him, tiger." Sam left them alone in silence.

Dean pulled his own laptop out and set it down on the table. He sat down in the chair connected to the Wi-Fi and downloaded the files. He grew nervous at Castiel's intense scrutiny.

"Sam said you wished to speak with me about something personal," Castiel said.

Dean snapped his head up to find Castiel wiping his hands on a napkin, his meal finished. Dean's own food sat untouched on the bed. "Yeah, I guess." Great, twice in one day he was going to have to go through a verbal revelation. Dean was going to kill Sam.

Castiel stood. Dean stood, too, his work forgotten for the time being. There was something important he needed to get it off his chest before any more misunderstanding happened.

"Look, Cas," Dean said. He wrung his hands twisting his fingers up until his left hand hurt, and flinched. Castiel smiled one of his encouraging smiles and nodded. He looked so wide-eyed and innocent. Dean wasn't sure this was the right thing to do.

"You can tell me anything, Dean," Castiel said after too long a silence.

Dean paced across the room trying to gather courage. He could do this. It wasn't that hard and maybe Castiel would just say 'no thanks, I don't swing that way' then Dean could keep going as he was going and get over this ridiculous notion that he felt anything beyond friendship for Castiel. Dean started when he realized that Castiel had taken him by the arm, nudged him over to the bed, and motioned for him to sit. Dean sat.

Castiel sat down beside him with his hands on his knees and smiled. "I don't bite," Castiel said with a grin. The smile went straight to Dean's gut like a punch. He knew what he had to do. Dean lunged at Castiel and kissed him hard on the mouth. When Castiel didn't struggle to get away, Dean took that as a good sign. Then Castiel was nudging Dean.

Dean broke the kiss and leaned away, his gaze locked on Castiel hoping that his eyes would say it all.

"Look, I don't do this. Well, at least not to angels," Dean said. "I mean former angels."

"Anna."

Castiel had to bring that up. "Okay, maybe I do have a thing for angels, even former ones, but it's not just that."

Castiel sighed and reached out to stroke Dean's cheek. "I may have a thing for those I have rescued from hell and purgatory."

"You do that often?" Dean quipped. His nerves were giving out on him. He needed to regroup because Castiel's gender was still something Dean needed to deal with. He wasn't sure that even if he did feel this way about Castiel, if he could carry any of this to the next level.

"If it helps, I have no gender," Castiel said.

"Not helping," Dean said, jumping up from the bed and pacing the room again. "Look, I'm just not used to this whole..." That wasn't quite right, as Castiel had reminded him just moments ago. "I think..."

Castiel stood, intense gaze locked on Dean. He removed his tie and tossed it over his shoulder. "Perhaps, you need to stop thinking." Castiel unbuttoned his shirt. Dean rushed forward and gripped Castiel's hands in his, stopping his actions. He took a deep breath and nodded.

Maybe Castiel was right. If he just let it happen, maybe he could do this. His body sure wanted to do this.

Dean sat back down on the bed and watched. When Castiel removed his shirt and let if fall to the floor, Dean's dick sure took notice. There was no denying how he felt. Castiel unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Dean reached out and pulled Castiel to him on the bed. The momentum took them backwards and Dean fell on Castiel, kissing him on the mouth. He fumbled with Castiel's pants. Castiel flinched and Dean slowed down careful not to hurt him. They moved together, lips locked, until they were on their knees. Together they unbuttoned and slipped Dean's shirt from his shoulders. Castiel tugged his t-shirt from his pants and they broke the kiss long enough so he could yank Dean's t-shirt over his head. His arms still trapped, Dean fell back and Castiel climbed on top of him, straddling Dean's hips. He bent to kiss Dean hard on the mouth.

Castiel undid Dean's pants and reared up long enough to yank the pants off with one smooth motion. Before Dean could comment, Castiel fell on top of him again, mashing their mouths together. His tongue plunged into Dean's mouth. Dean's cock pulsed, the sensations overwhelming him. He struggled to escape from the bonds of his shirt. The squirming and writhing caused delicious friction. Castiel stopped long enough to remove his own pants throwing them across the room. They landed on the television obscuring the screen.

Dean didn't care. He just wanted Castiel to do that thing with his hips again. They lay side by side. Dean bit his lip at the feel of exposed skin against his. They were both still in their underwear. Dean stroked Castiel's chest, sliding his hands down his sides to hook his underwear with his thumbs. He deepened the kiss, and slid Castiel's briefs off. They'd done this before, and Dean knew what he wanted. He stroked the length of Castiel's hard cock, jerking him several times. Castiel threw his head back and moaned deep in his throat. Dean slipped a leg over Castiel's legs, hairs sliding against each other. His cock pulsed again and Dean licked the length of Castiel's exposed throat.

"Fuck," Dean said. He wanted to say that Castiel was so hot like this, but that felt too mushy and out of place. Instead he would show Castiel just what he thought of him. He licked his throat again and sucked on his neck. Castiel humped the air and writhed beneath Dean. He tried to remove Dean's briefs but stumbled when Dean bit him. Castiel's cock jerked in Dean's hand. He stroked the length again a few more times.

Dean needed to be naked. He stopped long enough to remove his briefs, and fell on top of Castiel, licking and sucking Castiel's neck. He continued stroking Castiel's cock.

"Dean, I'm going to..." Castiel's throat bobbed and he pulsed again. Then Dean slid down and took Castiel's cock in his mouth. He sucked on the thick head and then licked the length. When he sat up Castiel watched him with hooded eyes, in a daze. Dean smirked and bent again to suck on the head of his dick. He stroked and sucked the length until he felt the telltale sign of impending climax. Dean pulled off and watched Castiel's body tense and jerk when he came, shooting all over Castiel's own belly. Dean jerked him until he was satiated.

With a deep sigh, Dean got up from the bed and sauntered to the bathroom to retrieve a damp towel to clean up the mess they had made. Castiel lay in a boneless sprawl across the bed. Dean kissed Castiel. This was fine, even great. Dean sat down and watched Castiel, stroking his cheek. His dick was still hard and he wanted Castiel. He leaned in and kissed Castiel, licking his mouth. Dean reached into his bag to retrieve a condom and lube and set the supplies down on the bed.

They kissed again, and moved positions, careful with Castiel's cracked ribs. Dean didn't have to urge Castiel. He twisted his body and Dean prepared himself, sliding the condom in place and lubricating himself. He didn't think. He just did and he knew the mechanics but he wasn't sure that he would get it right the first time. When Dean hesitated, Castiel urged him with his body language and hands. At first, Dean explored Castiel with one finger. He pushed inside, surprised when it was easier than he thought it would be. Then he lay down behind Castiel, adding a second finger. Castiel writhed beneath his touch, pushing toward Dean with urgency. Dean slipped his fingers out and guided himself to his entrance. The first push felt wrong and too tight. Castiel leaned into Dean, lying back against Dean. He twisted his head enough so that Dean could kiss him on the mouth. Though it was an awkward position, Castiel didn't seem to mind. Dean should have asked if he hurt, but Castiel seemed fine.

Anxious, Dean pushed again. The tightness felt like he'd never get inside, but Castiel pushed back again, pressing his back to Dean's chest to get closer. Dean gripped Castiel's hip with one hand and thrust again, this time sliding in deeper. His mind exploded. Castiel was so tight. Dean couldn't remember anything this tight, but he liked it, and he shoved harder. Castiel shuddered beneath him. Afraid he'd hurt Castiel, Dean paused, but Castiel pressed closer and gripped Dean's hand, squeezing it.

"Please, Dean," Castiel said with a nodded.

Dean kissed the back of Castiel's neck and shifted their position so that Dean could get better purchase. This time when he pulled out and thrust back it was easier with each push. It wouldn't take long. Castiel was so tight and Dean was so fucking close. He needed to come. They moved together until Castiel was on his hands and knees and Dean gripped his hips in his hands and fucked him with slow, steady thrusts.

It didn't take much longer at all. A few more thrusts and Dean came, pushing as deep and as hard as he could into Castiel. He gentled them back down to the bed, Dean still buried in Castiel. He still gripped Castiel's hip tight in one hand, Dean knew he would leave bruises, but Castiel didn't complain. He hadn't even cried out. A stab of insecurity hit Dean and he felt panic build afraid that he'd hurt Castiel. He slid out of Castiel. They were both silent. Dean wasn't sure what to say or do.

He stood and moved to the bathroom to clean up. Dean disposed of the used condom in the toilet and cleaned himself up. He stared at his reflection. "I love Cas," Dean said to test the waters. It felt good saying the words out loud, and he knew them to be true.

He jumped at Castiel's sudden reflection. The dim lighting made it seem as though Castiel had appeared from nowhere, but Dean knew that wasn't possible. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Dean's shoulder. His bright shining eyes stared at the reflection, and Dean cracked an unsure smile.

"Did you want to shower now?" Castiel said.

Dean twisted in Castiel's embrace. After a moment in the warm, comfortable arms, he moved from Castiel's hug, marveling at the fact that their nakedness no longer faze him one bit.

The warm water felt good on Dean's hot skin and when Castiel slid in behind him to wrap his arms around Dean again, Dean twisted around to kiss Castiel hard on the mouth, sucking on his bottom lip. They stayed like that for a while letting the water wash away the evidence. Then Castiel broke the kiss to stare at Dean.

"I wish for these encounters to happen on a daily basis," Castiel said.

Dean blinked water out of his eyes. "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

"I believe I am."

Dean kissed Castiel and smiled against his mouth when he felt Castiel's dick start to harden again. It was going to be a long, fun night.

End

Fic: Unknown Agent

goth_clark — Tue, 29 Oct 2013 03:11:26 GMT

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Daniel is drugged during a mission off world.
Word Count: 3200
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing.
Written For: Dith raqs
Prompt: 1. author's choice 2. N/A Optional Request: N/A
Restriction #1: no weak/idiot/fem!Daniel
Restriction #2: no mpreg or babies
Notes: Thanks to Alee for the quick beta help. Written for the jd_ficathon.

He was in a cage, again. All his gear was gone including his boots.

Jack sat on a wooden bench arms hanging between his knees. He was tired, sweaty and covered in dirt. He was also preoccupied by thoughts of Daniel who had been hauled away by the locals some time ago. Daniel Jackson, the civilian member of the team who drove Jack insane with his constant lackadaisical attitude toward off world situations. Despite his attempts to pretend otherwise, Jack was worried.

"Don't worry, Jack," Jack said, trying his best Daniel impersonation. "They won't harm us." Jack stood and walked to the bars of his cell. He gripped them and shook them. At least Sam and Teal'c had managed to get away and Jack hoped, were right this second bring back reinforcements to rescue their sorry asses.

Only Daniel could make Jack look like the most incompetent military officer.

"Hey," Jack called out. Maybe he could get someone's attention this time unlike the last fifty times he had shouted to be set free. Jack had started with 'we come in peace,' progressing to 'get me the fuck out of this cage or I'm going to kill you all'. Now he was cycling back to civil. "This is all a big misunderstanding. You have to let us go. We mean you no harm, seriously."

When there was no response, Jack sat back down, leaning against the dirty wall.

"Stupid savages," he said. The screech of metal filled the room. Jack stood and rushed to the bars. The outer door opened and two men dragged a haggard looking Daniel between them. A third more officious looking man followed them. He motioned for yet another man to unlock the door of Jack's cell.

The man said something in a language that may as well have been Swahili for all Jack knew, but he understood the motions. The man unlocked the cell door and manhandled Jack out of the cell. Jack rushed out of the cell to Daniel, who grinned up at Jack. The two men released Daniel and Daniel managed to stand on his own without help, Jack was relieved. The leader said something to Jack.

"Tell him I'm going to kick his ass," Jack said, shaking and nodding his head.

"No, Jack," Daniel said with a big grin. "It's cool. We can go now." Daniel swayed on his feet. Jack examined him, taking in his disheveled clothing, and bloodshot eyes.

"Are you drugged?"

Daniel shook his head and then nodded with a big smile on his face. "They gave me this thing, I think it was a truth type drug thingy," Daniel said with a hand gesture in front of his eyes that distracted him. Jack watched Daniel sway and wave both hands in the air. He almost expected Daniel to start twirling on the spot.

"Great, but can we leave now because I want to get out of here a.s.a.p.," Jack said.

Daniel spun around, smiled, and waved at their captors. "Yes," he said with a jump. We can leave now. They believe me when I said we meant no harm." Daniel spun with wide eyes on Jack. He flung himself forward and landed in Jack's arms, grinning up at him his glasses askew on his nose.

Jack sighed. "Great, why it is always you, Daniel?"

Daniel's expression turned dire. "It took forever before they understood me."

"Yeah, you've been gone a few days." Jack realized his odds of overpowering these men and running out of here with Daniel were zero. The plan in his head to escape nixed, Jack resigned himself to their once again, sticky situation. He wasn't about to make a false move with Daniel drugged to the gills. He just wanted to get home in one piece.

"I told them you were harmless. I told them you were like a big fluffy puppy, but they don't have puppies on this world, so that didn't work, but..." Daniel paused and smiled at Jack, slapping a hand on Jack's shoulder. He reached out and caressed Jack's cheek. "I love you, Jack. You're nice to me."

"That's great, Daniel," Jack said, taking Daniel's intrusive hand in his. "Now could you tell these people that we'd like to go home? Tell them we won't be bothering them again."

Daniel grinned like a fool and turned to face the leader. He babbled in some language that sounded like gibberish to Jack, and then turned back to Jack with a shrug.

"Done," Daniel said. "They're even going to escort us to the 'gate to make sure we leave in one piece." Daniel swayed and almost fell forward, but Jack caught his arm, and steadied him.

"That's great," Jack said, but his thoughts were on their gear. "Can we get our stuff back?"

Daniel spun to translate. Jack tapped him on the shoulder. Daniel spun around to face him, blinking eyes and open expression.

"Ask them if we could also have something to eat, I'm starved."

Daniel turned to translate again. Jack thought of another request and tapped Daniel on the shoulder. Daniel spun again, lips purse and eyes narrowed.

"Also find out if they've ever heard of the snakeheads."

Daniel didn't turn around this time. Jack motioned for him to get on with the questioning. Daniel turned his body but kept his narrowed gaze on Jack. When he turned his head he turned it back to Jack, one brow cocked.

"Come on, Daniel," Jack said, waving a hand at him. "We haven't got all day."

Daniel babbled incoherent words and seemed to have some trouble with a few of them, judging by the looks of confusion on the local's faces, but in the end, they seemed to comprehend him and before long, they were handed back their gear minus the weapons. Jack figured that would be the case, but hoped that once they made it to the 'gate the guns would be returned.

That never happened. They did make it back to the 'gate without incident. Daniel activated the 'gate while everyone else stood back. Jack blocked the local's from seeing the address to earth. He pushed a waving Daniel through the wormhole and jumped in after him.

On the Earth side of things, Jack breathed a sigh of relief that they had managed to get back the GDO or they never could have made it home. He was pleased to see his team greet him, and he motioned at a few of his men that Daniel needed to go straight to the infirmary from here. Despite Daniel's ability to stand on his own two feet, the men obeyed the order and had a gurney haul Daniel away.

Jack stopped thinking of what if scenarios and reported to the infirmary for his own check up to find Daniel arguing with Janet. Jack paused at the infirmary entrance and crossed his arms to see who would win this round. His money was on Janet.

"I feel fine," Daniel said, waving his arms in the air frantically in an obvious attempt to show Janet that he was indeed fine. "See look, I can stand on my own two feet and I can..." Daniel paused. "Jack. You're here."

Jack shrugged a shoulder and raised a brow. "Yup, I'm here." He walked to the bed, but ignored Daniel. Instead, his attention was focused on Janet. "So, Doc. Were you able to find anything?"

"I've taken some blood samples and the lab is analyzing them as we speak. Do you know what they injected him with?

"Not a clue, just that they said it would make him pliant and talkative." Jack turned to look at Daniel who lay back, arms crossed and mouth in a frown.

"I'm lying right here," Daniel said with a pout. "You don't need to talk about me like I'm not even here, or something."

Jack would have laughed at Daniel's almost childish antics if this weren't so serious. He placed a hand on Daniel's should and regretted the gesture meant to comfort almost immediately. Daniel smiled and leaned into Jack's hand, cheek pressed against the back. Jack snatched his hand away.

"Hey, doc. The sooner we get this figured out, the better. I don't want anything bad happening to Daniel."

Daniel grinned up at Jack like a fool, and batted his lashes at him.

"All right, everybody out," Janet said, spinning to address the rest of the room. She scooped them all out the door and closed the door behind them. Jack and Daniel were alone now and Jack was grateful for Janet's discretion. He heard her moving around behind him.

"I don't want to alarm you, but some of the readings we're getting so far are a little concerning..."

"Concerning?" How? Is Daniel in some kind of danger from this?" Jack demanded.

"I don't know yet, but I think there is a possibility of some long-term effects from this drug. Or whatever it was that they gave him."

"I'd appreciate it if you were the main doc on this project," Jack said. He wanted to do more because the expression on Daniel's face tied Jack's stomach in knots with worry. "Those people better hope Daniel pulls through, or so help me..." Jack didn't want to say the rest out loud, or Janet might have been forced to report the incident."

"I've placed a quarantine on this room. No one is to go in or out without my permission," Janet said.

Jack turned his head to see Janet's grim expression and nodded an affirmative. She closed the door after her.

"Jack," Daniel said with a smile.

Jack took his hand back and sat down on a stool beside the bed.

"It'll wear off," Daniel said. He sat up and fell back, clutching at his head. "Ouch, feels like a hangover. That's what the tribe leader said. It would wear off in a few days."

"Just lay back, Daniel." Jack stood again and urged Daniel to lie down. "The doc's running some tests, just in case we can't trust those bastards."

"I know you..." Daniel swayed and sagged his shoulders. "I don't feel so well, Jack."

Jack stood and helped Daniel lay back, gentling him. Why did it always have to be Daniel?

"Don't leave me, Jack," Daniel said.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jack said, leaning against the bed. When Daniel grabbed his hand, Jack didn't withdraw.

"I like you, Jack," Daniel said with a big grin.

"I like you too, Daniel," Jack patted Daniel's hand.

Moments later, the grin faded and Daniel's expression turned serious. He motioned for Jack to move closer and when Jack leaned in to do just that, Daniel hooked Jack around the neck and pulled him in until their foreheads touched.

"No, I mean, I like you a lot." They stayed that way, staring cross-eyed until Daniel's grip loosened and Jack pulled back a few inches to see better. Daniel looked frightened. "You hate me. I can tell you hate me. I've tried so hard not to like you. I really have. I told myself stuff like I'm straight, you're straight, but that didn't work. I even told myself that because you like Sam it wouldn't be the right thing to do, liking you."

"Daniel."

"But then that didn't seem to matter. You liked her but I liked you and she liked somebody else." Daniel looked confused. "Or was that a song." He shook his head. "But then I told myself that there was no way you would ever like me back because you're a military guy and military guys aren't allowed to be gay and they sure as heck wouldn't let you be gay."

"Daniel."

"Then I said to myself, 'self, you can't do this. Jack will be so angry with you. He'll hate you and never speak to you again, and besides you're not gay,' right." Daniel took a breath and looked up to Jack on the last word.

"Daniel, you should get some sleep."

"Sleep?" Daniel looked puzzled.

"You're babbling incoherently," said Jack, to clarify. He thanked Janet for having the foresight to quarantine them, but wished he'd had the chance to leave before that had happened.

"Well, I don't think I was incoherent. I'm almost sure that you could hear me." Daniel sat up straight in bed and leaned as close to Jack as he could, body pressed against Jack and face looking up at Jack. His expression of bewilderment made Jack want to smash some heads in. "I love you, Jack." Daniel batted his eyelashes at him.

Unsure what else to do, Jack wrapped his arms around Daniel and hugged him. He sighed hoping that Janet would return soon with a cure.

"You don't hate me do you, Jack?"

"No, Daniel. I could never hate you." Jack rubbed Daniel's back to sooth him. Daniel pressed in closer.

"Hmm, that feels so good." He snuggled up against Jack, pressing his warm face to Jack's chest. "You're so soft and nice." Daniel tilted his head to look up at Jack. The smile sent warmth through Jack's body. Then Daniel stroked Jack's left shoulder. His eyes drifted shut and his hand slid down Jack's chest. Jack took the hand in his and gently squeezed it.

"When you get over this thing, we have to talk about what happened, and you need to be more careful in the field."

The sound of snores coming from Daniel moments later, alerted Jack to the fact that Daniel had fallen asleep in his arms. Jack sighed, lowered him back down to the bed, and tucked him in. Daniel mumbled a few words, some of them being Jacks name, but stayed asleep.

Jack moved to one of the unoccupied beds where he could lay down and keep an eye on Daniel. It wasn't too long before Jack drifted off.

*

Jack sat up and reached for his weapon. There was nothing there. He was not on a hostile word, being hunted by aliens. He was in the infirmary. Daniel's bed was empty. Jack climbed out of his bed and rushed to the door. Janet was in the other room, speaking with Daniel.

More importantly, Daniel looked - and sounded - like himself.

"Oh, thank god," Jack said. "You're okay."

Daniel and Janet both turned to Jack. Daniel looked much better.

"I'm fine, Jack. The drug wore off and I've just gotten a clean bill of health from Janet." Daniel patted his chest to prove he was good.

"Good, good," Jack said, pointing back at the room. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"

"I would have," Janet said. "But you looked so adorable." She grinned and walked off, leaving Daniel and Jack alone.

Jack tucked his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels.

"So," said Daniel. A long uncomfortable silence dragged.

"So," said Jack. "How much do you remember?"

Daniel shrugged his shoulders and raised his brows. "Not much. I can barely remember making it back through the 'gate."

"Oh." Jack eyed Daniel trying to gage his status. He waved a hand in the air. "So you don’t remember anything you said back there earlier."

"Nope, nothing." Daniel looked contrite and Jack breathed an inner sigh of relief.

"I better get back to my office," Daniel said. "Lots of work to do." He smiled and walked past Jack, brushing up against his shoulder. When they made eye contact, Daniel winked. Was he flirting with Jack?

Jack watched Daniel saunter away. Daniel stopped at the elevator and pressed the button for the archeology level. He waved at Jack and tilted his body toward him. Jack gulped. That was a flirtatious move if Jack ever saw one. He rushed to follow Daniel, not sure now that the drug really had worn off. Maybe Janet had made a hasty decision.

They got into the elevator together. Jack turned his back to Daniel, pressing a random button for a level. He jumped when he felt something touch his ass. Jack eyed Daniel, who leaned casually against the back wall of the elevator and stared up at the ceiling, looking innocent of any wrongdoing.

"Did you just...?"

Daniel shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you mean."

Jack turned back to face the door. Moments later, someone pinched his butt. That someone had to be Daniel as they were the only two in the elevator. Jack glared. Daniel looked innocent, batting his lashes at Jack.

The elevator stopped on Daniel's floor. Jack made way for Daniel to exit but, once again, Daniel brushed up against Jack with deliberate intent. Daniel stopped, hand pressed to Jack's backside.

"Aha!" Jack pointed a finger at Daniel. "Got you."

"I don't know what you mean, Jack." Daniel reached up and pressed the door close button. The doors slid shut.

"I mean this," Jack said, motioning at Daniel's hand and their close proximity to each other. Daniel's glasses slid down his nose. Jack automatically reached to push them up. Daniel caught Jack's hand in his and pressed his lips to Jack's fingers. Jack cleared his throat.

"What do you mean, Jack?" Daniel's gaze smoldered, holding Jack. "This." Daniel sucked a finger into his mouth.

Jack yanked his hand away. "Maybe this isn't the best place to get into this."

"I think you may be right," Daniel said. He smiled and tilted his head. "We could go back to your place?"

"Okay, sure," Jack found himself saying though he screamed in his head to take Daniel back to Janet for further tests. Instead he said, "We need to talk about this."

The elevator slid to a halt, and Jack... blinked back to awareness, then events of the last few minutes echoing in his head. What had that been? Was it possible that Daniel had transferred some weird effect of the drug to Jack the night before?

Jack shook the fantasy from his mind and realized that Daniel stood in front of him, one hand tucked into his pant pocket, the other waving in Jack's face. He was calling Jack's name.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Jack said, waving Daniel off.

"Are you getting off at this level?"

Jack nodded. His mind was on the fantasy. Daniel shrugged and exited. Jack hastened to follow.

"Hey, Daniel," Jack said, calling out to him. They stopped in Daniel's main office. "Are you sure you don't remember a thing?"

"I'm pretty sure," Daniel said. He screwed up his face in concentration. "Did I do something embarrassing? Is that why you're harassing me?"

Jack backed up. "Nope, nothing that can't be fixed with a quickie divorce." Jack let that comment sink in to watch the expression on Daniel's face. "Just kidding."

Daniel leaned in closer invading Jack's personal space. Something Daniel did a lot and Jack didn't much mind. "You'd tell me if I made a fool of myself, right?"

Jack stared into Daniel's eyes, trying to decide if he should say something.

"Well, maybe you should come to my place and we can discus this over a nice juicy steak." Jack made his choice and when Daniel smiled his brightest smile, Jack never looked back.

"Sure, Jack," said Daniel. He glanced around the room. "Why not now. I've got nothing here that can't wait a few more days."

Jack reached out and wrapped an arm around Daniel's shoulders. "Have you ever seen the stars from my deck?"

End

The end of things

goth_clark — Sat, 19 Oct 2013 01:48:50 GMT

Awe just saw this

Tom Welling divorcing

I miss Tom on my TV.

first draft done

goth_clark — Mon, 14 Oct 2013 15:02:36 GMT

I finally have a first draft for my Stargate SG-1 Daniel/Jack story. I'm afraid this time I wrote a PG rated story. Although it does have potential to continue, I don't have the time right now. What I really need is a wonderful beta who will give this story a quick beta. 3,000 words. If you can spare a few moments let me know please and thank you ahead of time.

Also, just finished reading Doctor Sleep by Mr. King. I enjoyed it muchly. And hope that they make a movie or miniseries out of this one. That would be cool.

Supernatural

goth_clark — Fri, 27 Sep 2013 21:58:42 GMT

OMG!! I am so excited!

Supernatural S9 Character posters

Life stop being

goth_clark — Sat, 21 Sep 2013 13:59:09 GMT

So many things to do and to say.

I never remember what I want to say or write here. I wanted this to be a chronicle of my life so that one day I could look back.

TV this season
I've decided on a few shows to try out but I may just skip most of them and only go for Agents of Shield. Almost too much effort these days. I think to myself, wait for Netflix or the DVDs or something like that.

Monday - I might check out Almost Human
Tuesday - Shield for sure, Supernatural I will never give up on you
Wednesday - Arrow
Friday - Grimm

Don't need more than that. I can wait for Vampire Diaries. Damon just isn't cool any more. Sorry, Damon. Without Alaric, you suck. And I was waiting for the original vampires to exit and now that they finally have, I find myself too bored by the plot to bother watching. Romance being the main plot does not an interest make.

Maybe it's my getting older or the fact that I'm desperate to keep my life in some semblance of order. My son being my first and foremost priority. Time is precious and all that.

It's raining outside. A lot.

On the bright side, this year for Grade 10, my son has to learn media studies and since I'm in charge, I can teach it how ever I wish as long as I follow school curriculum, so we read magazines and we're going to examine the internet, watch movie trailers and read newspaper articles. It will be the first time I'm making the class on my own. Most times I just find material on line because I'm not a teacher. A lot of teachers put their class lessons on line. It's a wonderful thing this internet.

Other than that, life keeps moving forward and I have yet to win a lottery but like some of us poor souls, I live in hope.

Trying to keep life to a minimum

goth_clark — Sat, 31 Aug 2013 14:16:19 GMT

Thinking up new headers is getting harder especially since this is my 4,208. Ten years on LJ. Has it been that long?

So, got my posting date for deancasbigbang. Oct. 30th. Plenty of time to edit the shit out of this thing.

Been watching tv and movies. Thanks mostly to Netflix, which I like and find kind of annoying sometimes. Annoying because I wish seasons were added faster, and like because I can watch movies I wouldn't buy on dvd. Although so far, I've bought a few things because of Nexflix.

Watched a few Timothy Olyphant movies The Crazies which was enjoyable. The perfect getaway which was also enjoyable. He was great both times. Watched Justified again. Love that show so much. All the characters are enjoyable.I especially like Raylan and Tim. Both cute, tall skinny men.

In real life news, someone got shot just twenty feet from us and we didn't hear or see a thing. Just saw lots of police cars, an ambulance and fire truck. They were here almost all night. Not sure what exactly happened but kind of scary to think this happened so close. The only thing I heard is that the 20 year old man who was shot twice is in hospital still alive.

Now I shall do some editing, and possible writing.

OMG

goth_clark — Fri, 23 Aug 2013 18:08:21 GMT

I am so excited!!!!!!!!

Agents of Shield tv spot and portraits introducing the characters.

My mini-bang is off to the artist. I still can't believe I finished something. It's been so long and it feels like I would never do anything ever again.

Started grade 10 with my son. I feel I have a better handle on what to do and how to do it this time around. I hope. At least for his sake.