(sorry it doesn't exactly fit the prompt, I probably should've read it correctly the first time x.x) “The call him the King.” Dean told Castiel as the cab chugged down the road, following the endless string of cars filled with extraordinary people. “The King?” Castiel repeated with wonder. “Yeah.” The black car rolled through the looming gates of the illustrious mansion and Cas’ jaw dropped. “And welcome to Hell,” Dean had to shout above the noise. Lights and glitter. That was all Cas saw. The richest, craziest people of New York all huddled under one roof. It took his breath away. “Come on!” Dean called, when Cas didn’t follow, too stunned and, he had to admit, a little terrified. It was all so…wild. “Gosh…” he whispered under his breath, taking it all in. Dean grabbed Cas by the hand and dragged him along, laughing. Soon they blended with the crowd, becoming one of the many, two insignificant individuals in the masses of paradise. Or so Castiel thought. Drink after drink found its way into Cas’ hand. He lost track how much or even what he had drunk after the first one. It just seemed so natural to loose oneself in a place like this. Dean had told him they lovingly refer to these parties as “Hell”. But Cas couldn’t see why. Dean told him he’d figure it out in the morning. Chuckling he handed Cas another drink. Cas downed it without a thought. The noise, the people, it didn’t stop. There was no escape, no quiet secluded corner to elope to. Everything was out there and exposed. And no one cared. Everyone was far too drunk to care. Cas’ senses were constantly bombarded with overstimulation. Sights sounds tastes and smells. It was incredible. A whirlwind of spinning lights and dancing people and endless, endless rivers of liquor. It was all hot and fast and intense. Until the moment where it all slowed down. “Oh I know I’m drunk now I’m seein’ things…” Cas mumbled as he looked across the crowd. Dean had wandered off, leaving him alone a long while ago. And he knew he must’ve been fucked out of his mind because he was currently holding the gaze of him. Crowley. And Crowley closed the space between them in a second. “You’re not seeing things, love. It’s me. I’m here.” The man took Cas’ hand and held it like a child who’s been lost. Cas looked into his long lost lover’s eyes and saw tears. Real, his heart told him. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Crowley said, his voice wavering on the edge of tears. “C-Crowley?” Cas felt the room spinning and he knew it wasn’t just the alcohol now. “That’s impossible,” he whimpered, loosing feeling in his knees. “It’s not…come on. Come with me,” And Crowley slipped a shaking hand around Cas’ waist. Crowley led Cas to the forbidden parts of the house, pulling out keys, unlocking doors. Cas’ mind was so far gone and overwhelmed by the miraculous reunion that it took him three passageways and five flights of stairs to figure it out. “Oh my god…You’re him. You’re the King,” he said in wonderment. Crowley looked Cas dead in the eye and Cas could taste all their long gone memories, stronger than the alcohol now. “Yes.” He led Cas through one final door, Some kind of sitting room with leather couches and chairs and a desk, exquisite paintings and lavish book cases lining the walls. He would’ve been impressed by the grandeur of the room but he couldn’t really focus on anything other than Crowley. The man. My love, he thought. “I c-can’t believe this. It’s you. How…” Castiel collapsed onto one of the chairs, guided gently by Crowley the whole way. His head was spinning, he could hardly breath, and thinking was out of the question. Tears burned in his eyes. “I’ve done all this for you, Cas.” Crowley whispered, kneeling before his long lost love, taking his hand and lifting it to his lips. “I knew one day fate would bring you back to me…I feel like I’ve waited for you my whole life.” “Well you don’t have to wait any more.” Cas was nothing left but instinct. He surged forward and crushed their lips together in a clash of memories, new and old tastes, liquor and love. It was sloppy and desperate and passion was all there was in that room that night. Dean didn’t wait for Cas when he left the party. He’d been sent to bring the King and Castiel together, and he left with a smile, knowing that he had succeeded.
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FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, GREAT GATSBY AU
Date: 2013-09-22 12:14 pm (UTC)“The call him the King.” Dean told Castiel as the cab chugged down the road, following the endless string of cars filled with extraordinary people.
“The King?” Castiel repeated with wonder.
“Yeah.” The black car rolled through the looming gates of the illustrious mansion and Cas’ jaw dropped. “And welcome to Hell,” Dean had to shout above the noise.
Lights and glitter. That was all Cas saw. The richest, craziest people of New York all huddled under one roof. It took his breath away.
“Come on!” Dean called, when Cas didn’t follow, too stunned and, he had to admit, a little terrified. It was all so…wild.
“Gosh…” he whispered under his breath, taking it all in. Dean grabbed Cas by the hand and dragged him along, laughing. Soon they blended with the crowd, becoming one of the many, two insignificant individuals in the masses of paradise. Or so Castiel thought.
Drink after drink found its way into Cas’ hand. He lost track how much or even what he had drunk after the first one. It just seemed so natural to loose oneself in a place like this. Dean had told him they lovingly refer to these parties as “Hell”. But Cas couldn’t see why. Dean told him he’d figure it out in the morning. Chuckling he handed Cas another drink. Cas downed it without a thought.
The noise, the people, it didn’t stop. There was no escape, no quiet secluded corner to elope to. Everything was out there and exposed. And no one cared. Everyone was far too drunk to care. Cas’ senses were constantly bombarded with overstimulation. Sights sounds tastes and smells. It was incredible. A whirlwind of spinning lights and dancing people and endless, endless rivers of liquor. It was all hot and fast and intense. Until the moment where it all slowed down.
“Oh I know I’m drunk now I’m seein’ things…” Cas mumbled as he looked across the crowd. Dean had wandered off, leaving him alone a long while ago. And he knew he must’ve been fucked out of his mind because he was currently holding the gaze of him. Crowley.
And Crowley closed the space between them in a second. “You’re not seeing things, love. It’s me. I’m here.” The man took Cas’ hand and held it like a child who’s been lost.
Cas looked into his long lost lover’s eyes and saw tears. Real, his heart told him.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Crowley said, his voice wavering on the edge of tears.
“C-Crowley?” Cas felt the room spinning and he knew it wasn’t just the alcohol now. “That’s impossible,” he whimpered, loosing feeling in his knees.
“It’s not…come on. Come with me,” And Crowley slipped a shaking hand around Cas’ waist. Crowley led Cas to the forbidden parts of the house, pulling out keys, unlocking doors. Cas’ mind was so far gone and overwhelmed by the miraculous reunion that it took him three passageways and five flights of stairs to figure it out.
“Oh my god…You’re him. You’re the King,” he said in wonderment.
Crowley looked Cas dead in the eye and Cas could taste all their long gone memories, stronger than the alcohol now. “Yes.”
He led Cas through one final door, Some kind of sitting room with leather couches and chairs and a desk, exquisite paintings and lavish book cases lining the walls. He would’ve been impressed by the grandeur of the room but he couldn’t really focus on anything other than Crowley. The man. My love, he thought.
“I c-can’t believe this. It’s you. How…” Castiel collapsed onto one of the chairs, guided gently by Crowley the whole way. His head was spinning, he could hardly breath, and thinking was out of the question. Tears burned in his eyes.
“I’ve done all this for you, Cas.” Crowley whispered, kneeling before his long lost love, taking his hand and lifting it to his lips. “I knew one day fate would bring you back to me…I feel like I’ve waited for you my whole life.”
“Well you don’t have to wait any more.” Cas was nothing left but instinct. He surged forward and crushed their lips together in a clash of memories, new and old tastes, liquor and love. It was sloppy and desperate and passion was all there was in that room that night.
Dean didn’t wait for Cas when he left the party. He’d been sent to bring the King and Castiel together, and he left with a smile, knowing that he had succeeded.