I'm still very much obsessed with The Mortal Instruments so I'm back again with another fill. I really wanted to do a fic centring on the parabatai bond thing and this is what I came up with it's Balthazar/Castiel/Dean.
Character List Dean – Jace Castiel – Alec Crowley – Valentine Jo – Clary Balthazar – Magnus
Entreat me not to leave thee, Or return from following after thee—for whither thou goest, I will go, And where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
The root of their problem is gone. With everything back in place and with Crowley destroyed, their world has been set straight once more. Set right for everyone other than Castiel himself of course. He knew what the end meant now that Jo and Dean were confirmed not to be brother and sister. He had seen it coming all along and back then he had thought that everything would be all right because he had someone that he loved too, the High Warlock, Balthazar.
Castiel curled up on his side in bed, closing his eyes as if to shut out the pain at the thought of the Warlock. It was his fault that their relationship had come to an end. He’d wanted to stay by Balthazar’s side forever, to do that he had to become immortal and he’d searched for ways to do that but they resulted in becoming a vampire or turning to the dark arts both of which were offers that he refused. Then there was the other option that was to take away Balthazar’s immortality and one of the witches had offered to help him. Castiel didn’t like her terms and eventually refused the offer.
There was no problem in that of course until Balthazar discovered that he had even considered taking away his immortality in the first place. That’s where all the heartache came in to play. Balthazar ended their relationship despite his pleas for one last chance. Why couldn’t Balthazar see that what he had done would be for their good? So that they could live together and grow old together…maybe Balthazar just didn’t love him enough.
Castiel reaches to the bedside table for one of the phones he keeps there flipping it open, the display illuminates his face. The time is 1.24AM. He shuts the phone again. Balthazar is probably asleep. So would Ruby and Jo. Through their bond he can feel that Dean is still awake, he’s having trouble sleeping as well.
He sighs turning so that he is lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. Just this evening they had all sat down to talk about their futures. Castiel didn’t say anything, he’d just sat there and listened and they hadn’t asked him anything until the last moment, Jo opened her mouth and asked him why he had returned to the Institute. It was an unintentional comment she didn’t know about what had happened between Balthazar and him.
“This is my home,” he’d told her. He didn’t expect them to understand, well not Jo at least.
Balthazar had kicked him out of his apartment telling him to take his things and to leave his key to the apartment on the table when he left. Their goodbye was the most hurtful thing that Castiel had ever experienced and even now, his throat tightened with emotion, eyes becoming blurry as he thought about it. Balthazar had wanted to sever all ties with him, go so far as to say that he never wanted to see him ever again.
He hadn’t cried then, but when Castiel returned to the Institute he locked himself in his room and cried. Then came the portion where he’d called Balthazar just to hear his voice. Each time he would hang up when Balthazar picked up his calls. Castiel still felt attached to him and as long as Balthazar continued to pick up his calls he knew that the Warlock wasn’t that angry as to ignore him completely.
It was still dark when Castiel found himself walking down the hallway headed towards Dean’s room. Before he knew it he stood outside Dean’s door. He knocked for the sake of politeness. He didn’t know if Jo might be inside there with him and Castiel wanted to avoid an awkward situation at all costs.
“Dean? It’s me…” Castiel said. When the door didn’t open, he knocked again, “It’s Castiel.”
There was silence before Castiel heard him reply, “Coming.”
The door opened and Dean stood there in his pajamas that consisted of a tight fitting black singlet and drawstring pants, his hair was tousled, “Did you have company?” Castiel asked raising a brow at his disheveled state.
Dean shook his head, “No, I can’t sleep,” he said then opened the door wider, “you can come inside if you want.”
Castiel took his invitation and walked past Dean into the other Shadowhunter’s room. It was as he remembered, pristine, bare, almost like a monk living in a monastery. He smiled at the thought. Then Castiel spotted the black duffel bag sitting on top of the wooden chest at the end of the bed and he gulped, knowing what it was for.
“You’re not really leaving are you?” Castiel asked, his back to Dean as he stood there in the middle of the room.
Dean fell silent, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looked at Castiel who stood looking at his packed bag. Of course he was leaving. What else could he say? It would be a lie to tell him otherwise.
“Can you not go?” came Castiel’s voice once again, a small plea.
His mind was made up a long time back. He wanted to stay with Jo. Dean knew the consequences of it. He knew how much this would hurt Castiel seeing as he was the only one here left without a happy ending. But Shadowhunters are forbidden from falling in love with their parabatai and Dean had gone and done just that.
“There’s nothing here for me Cas,” Dean said dismissively as he climbed into bed once more, catching the look of hurt on Castiel’s face at the comment.
Castiel moved the duffel bag aside as he took a seat on the chest, pulling his legs up to him now as he curled up into a ball. “What about us?” Castiel asked.
“We’d still be parabatai, just that we won’t be living together,” Dean said looking at Castiel’s defensive posture.
“I’ll miss you,” Castiel replied, swallowing past the growing lump in his throat.
Dean froze at those words, he hadn’t thought that Castiel cared. He’d never given it a thought that maybe Castiel liked him as well. “I’ll miss you too,” he murmured as he moved forward now, to place a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, feeling as the Shadowhunter tensed beneath his hand. “I should go.”
“No. Don’t,” Dean said quickly, grabbing Castiel’s hand now, “Stay with me tonight.”
Castiel stayed put, feeling the warmth of Dean’s hand on his skin. It was wrong. But he had loved Dean all this while before Balthazar. And now Dean was finally going away. He was going to leave him here in the Institute all alone. The Institute had been his home for years ever since Dean had joined his family as his adoptive sibling. Castiel moved back to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it before lying down.
He felt as Dean slid closer to him. Stiffened as he felt Dean’s arm circled his waist and pulled him flush against his chest. It wasn’t awkward. It felt right some how and Castiel settled down beside him. “What will happen of our bond?” he asked.
“Nothing I guess. Jo isn’t a mundane so the bond won’t break.”
“You’re not quitting the life of a Shadowhunter?” Castiel asked, knowing that was the other way that would break their bond.
Dean chuckled, “No. I’m not going to leave all the demon killing fun to you and Ruby alone.”
“So you’re just going to leave the Institute?”
“Yeah.”
A small smile crept onto Castiel’s lips, at least his bond with Dean would remain as it was.
“Did you fall asleep yet?” Dean asked, his voice a little slurred.
“I was just thinking. You should sleep Dean if you’re tired. You have to travel to meet Jo tomorrow,” Castiel answered as he let his hand cover Dean’s, the one around his waist, patting it and lulling the other to sleep.
He was really going to miss talking to Dean, sparring with him and sharing all the jokes with him. There were secrets about him that no one but Dean knew. He would miss all the time that he had spent with Dean. If he had known that his relationship with Balthazar would end the way it had, maybe he would have ended up with Dean instead. Or as close as they could be being parabatai.
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When morning came, Dean burrowed deeper into the familiar scent before him. Sighing in contentment. It was warm and he wanted to stay here for just awhile more, oblivious to the rest of the world and the reality that he would have to face with the light of day. He tried to force himself back to sleep but it was no use, he was already wide-awake.
Next to him Castiel was still fast asleep, curled up on his side, holding onto his arm. His chest rising and falling steadily as he slept, he was the perfect image of serenity. Dean didn’t want to wake him up so he carefully extricated his arm from Castiel’s grip, sitting up in bed now. He looked to the duffel bag at the end of the bed. Today is the day that he started a new life outside of the Institute.
Silently as possible he changed and got dressed in jeans and a button down shirt before pulling his jacket over the shirt. Dean went back to stand beside the bed, looking down at a still sleeping Castiel. “You must’ve stayed up later than me huh,” he mused, letting his finger trace down Castiel’s cheek, over the high of his cheekbone. He smiled; he wouldn’t mind waking up to this every morning.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered as he tucked Castiel into bed, pulling the covers up so that they covered the sleeping Shadowhunter. He hesitated for a moment then leaned in and kissed Castiel on his temple before he slipped out of the room, leaving Castiel alone, still asleep in his room as the sun rose and a new day started.
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FILL, Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Mortal Instruments AU
Date: 2013-09-23 01:08 pm (UTC)Character List
Dean – Jace
Castiel – Alec
Crowley – Valentine
Jo – Clary
Balthazar – Magnus
Or return from following after thee—for whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
The root of their problem is gone. With everything back in place and with Crowley destroyed, their world has been set straight once more. Set right for everyone other than Castiel himself of course. He knew what the end meant now that Jo and Dean were confirmed not to be brother and sister. He had seen it coming all along and back then he had thought that everything would be all right because he had someone that he loved too, the High Warlock, Balthazar.
Castiel curled up on his side in bed, closing his eyes as if to shut out the pain at the thought of the Warlock. It was his fault that their relationship had come to an end. He’d wanted to stay by Balthazar’s side forever, to do that he had to become immortal and he’d searched for ways to do that but they resulted in becoming a vampire or turning to the dark arts both of which were offers that he refused. Then there was the other option that was to take away Balthazar’s immortality and one of the witches had offered to help him. Castiel didn’t like her terms and eventually refused the offer.
There was no problem in that of course until Balthazar discovered that he had even considered taking away his immortality in the first place. That’s where all the heartache came in to play. Balthazar ended their relationship despite his pleas for one last chance. Why couldn’t Balthazar see that what he had done would be for their good? So that they could live together and grow old together…maybe Balthazar just didn’t love him enough.
Castiel reaches to the bedside table for one of the phones he keeps there flipping it open, the display illuminates his face. The time is 1.24AM. He shuts the phone again. Balthazar is probably asleep. So would Ruby and Jo. Through their bond he can feel that Dean is still awake, he’s having trouble sleeping as well.
He sighs turning so that he is lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. Just this evening they had all sat down to talk about their futures. Castiel didn’t say anything, he’d just sat there and listened and they hadn’t asked him anything until the last moment, Jo opened her mouth and asked him why he had returned to the Institute. It was an unintentional comment she didn’t know about what had happened between Balthazar and him.
“This is my home,” he’d told her. He didn’t expect them to understand, well not Jo at least.
Balthazar had kicked him out of his apartment telling him to take his things and to leave his key to the apartment on the table when he left. Their goodbye was the most hurtful thing that Castiel had ever experienced and even now, his throat tightened with emotion, eyes becoming blurry as he thought about it. Balthazar had wanted to sever all ties with him, go so far as to say that he never wanted to see him ever again.
He hadn’t cried then, but when Castiel returned to the Institute he locked himself in his room and cried. Then came the portion where he’d called Balthazar just to hear his voice. Each time he would hang up when Balthazar picked up his calls. Castiel still felt attached to him and as long as Balthazar continued to pick up his calls he knew that the Warlock wasn’t that angry as to ignore him completely.
It was still dark when Castiel found himself walking down the hallway headed towards Dean’s room. Before he knew it he stood outside Dean’s door. He knocked for the sake of politeness. He didn’t know if Jo might be inside there with him and Castiel wanted to avoid an awkward situation at all costs.
“Dean? It’s me…” Castiel said. When the door didn’t open, he knocked again, “It’s Castiel.”
There was silence before Castiel heard him reply, “Coming.”
The door opened and Dean stood there in his pajamas that consisted of a tight fitting black singlet and drawstring pants, his hair was tousled, “Did you have company?” Castiel asked raising a brow at his disheveled state.
Dean shook his head, “No, I can’t sleep,” he said then opened the door wider, “you can come inside if you want.”
Castiel took his invitation and walked past Dean into the other Shadowhunter’s room. It was as he remembered, pristine, bare, almost like a monk living in a monastery. He smiled at the thought. Then Castiel spotted the black duffel bag sitting on top of the wooden chest at the end of the bed and he gulped, knowing what it was for.
“You’re not really leaving are you?” Castiel asked, his back to Dean as he stood there in the middle of the room.
Dean fell silent, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looked at Castiel who stood looking at his packed bag. Of course he was leaving. What else could he say? It would be a lie to tell him otherwise.
“Can you not go?” came Castiel’s voice once again, a small plea.
His mind was made up a long time back. He wanted to stay with Jo. Dean knew the consequences of it. He knew how much this would hurt Castiel seeing as he was the only one here left without a happy ending. But Shadowhunters are forbidden from falling in love with their parabatai and Dean had gone and done just that.
“There’s nothing here for me Cas,” Dean said dismissively as he climbed into bed once more, catching the look of hurt on Castiel’s face at the comment.
Castiel moved the duffel bag aside as he took a seat on the chest, pulling his legs up to him now as he curled up into a ball. “What about us?” Castiel asked.
“We’d still be parabatai, just that we won’t be living together,” Dean said looking at Castiel’s defensive posture.
“I’ll miss you,” Castiel replied, swallowing past the growing lump in his throat.
Dean froze at those words, he hadn’t thought that Castiel cared. He’d never given it a thought that maybe Castiel liked him as well. “I’ll miss you too,” he murmured as he moved forward now, to place a hand on Castiel’s shoulder, feeling as the Shadowhunter tensed beneath his hand.
“I should go.”
“No. Don’t,” Dean said quickly, grabbing Castiel’s hand now, “Stay with me tonight.”
Castiel stayed put, feeling the warmth of Dean’s hand on his skin. It was wrong. But he had loved Dean all this while before Balthazar. And now Dean was finally going away. He was going to leave him here in the Institute all alone. The Institute had been his home for years ever since Dean had joined his family as his adoptive sibling. Castiel moved back to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it before lying down.
He felt as Dean slid closer to him. Stiffened as he felt Dean’s arm circled his waist and pulled him flush against his chest. It wasn’t awkward. It felt right some how and Castiel settled down beside him. “What will happen of our bond?” he asked.
“Nothing I guess. Jo isn’t a mundane so the bond won’t break.”
“You’re not quitting the life of a Shadowhunter?” Castiel asked, knowing that was the other way that would break their bond.
Dean chuckled, “No. I’m not going to leave all the demon killing fun to you and Ruby alone.”
“So you’re just going to leave the Institute?”
“Yeah.”
A small smile crept onto Castiel’s lips, at least his bond with Dean would remain as it was.
“Did you fall asleep yet?” Dean asked, his voice a little slurred.
“I was just thinking. You should sleep Dean if you’re tired. You have to travel to meet Jo tomorrow,” Castiel answered as he let his hand cover Dean’s, the one around his waist, patting it and lulling the other to sleep.
He was really going to miss talking to Dean, sparring with him and sharing all the jokes with him. There were secrets about him that no one but Dean knew. He would miss all the time that he had spent with Dean. If he had known that his relationship with Balthazar would end the way it had, maybe he would have ended up with Dean instead. Or as close as they could be being parabatai.
When morning came, Dean burrowed deeper into the familiar scent before him. Sighing in contentment. It was warm and he wanted to stay here for just awhile more, oblivious to the rest of the world and the reality that he would have to face with the light of day. He tried to force himself back to sleep but it was no use, he was already wide-awake.
Next to him Castiel was still fast asleep, curled up on his side, holding onto his arm. His chest rising and falling steadily as he slept, he was the perfect image of serenity. Dean didn’t want to wake him up so he carefully extricated his arm from Castiel’s grip, sitting up in bed now. He looked to the duffel bag at the end of the bed. Today is the day that he started a new life outside of the Institute.
Silently as possible he changed and got dressed in jeans and a button down shirt before pulling his jacket over the shirt. Dean went back to stand beside the bed, looking down at a still sleeping Castiel. “You must’ve stayed up later than me huh,” he mused, letting his finger trace down Castiel’s cheek, over the high of his cheekbone. He smiled; he wouldn’t mind waking up to this every morning.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered as he tucked Castiel into bed, pulling the covers up so that they covered the sleeping Shadowhunter. He hesitated for a moment then leaned in and kissed Castiel on his temple before he slipped out of the room, leaving Castiel alone, still asleep in his room as the sun rose and a new day started.