FIC: Chess Verse
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cloudy_versesTitle: Chess Verse
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Some language
Summary: Castiel likes to play chess. Dean is his knight.
It was Saturday night and Castiel was playing chess.
Again.
Which wasn't a problem as far as Castiel was concerned, but his friends were a little worried that he always played alone. Castiel wasn't averse to playing a living foe, but none of his friends knew how to play. Certainly not well enough to seriously challenge him.
No, he preferred to play alone, rehashing old games or studying famous matches. It didn't really matter as long as Castiel got to spend time with the old beloved chess board he'd inherited from his grandfather. Over a hundred years old, the board and pieces were made from polished mahogany wood. Each piece was carved to be entirely unique. It was like a tiny village with 32 different citizens.
Castiel sometimes felt he preferred them to real people.
"Victor says I need to 'get a life'," Castiel said to the wavy-haired white queen as he moved her across the board. Her name was Ellen. At least in his mind.
"But I feel like I have a fine life," he continued. After all, he had a successful career teaching college history. He had a slew of siblings who loved him, even if they were difficult to get along with. His friends cared enough to worry about him. He didn't want for anything.
"Not everyone gets married after all," he murmured to Chuck as he slid the little bishop over a few spaces.
Not that he didn't think about it. He was human after all. There were plenty of men who caught his attention. Made him look twice and wonder how it would work. But people bemused him. They were odd and complicated and Castiel felt certain most wouldn't understand why he was sitting alone on a Saturday night talking to his chess pieces.
The chess pieces listened to him.
"I don't mind being pathetic," he added as he picked up his favorite piece of all. It was one of the black knights. The pair was similar enough in appearance that Castiel always thought of them as brothers. This one was the shorter of the two. A fierce handsome piece named Dean.
Castiel absolutely did not have a crush on his chess piece. He just thought that if Dean were real, he'd be rather bewitching. His charming grin, tall muscled frame and obviously boisterous personality would definitely capture Castiel's attention. He liked to imagine that Dean had dark brown hair and bright eyes, possibly a sparkling blue or vivid green.
The brother Sam was taller and calmer. His face wore a grimace rather than a grin and Castiel thought that Sam did not enjoy the fight quite as much as his brother. But nevertheless, Sam was his second favorite piece. He would make an appealing reality as well.
"You a real piece of work, you know that?"
Castiel flipped out of his chair, nearly hitting the ground and spun to face the unexpected voice. A short man with a cocky expression leaned against his living room wall.
"Who are you? How'd you get in here?" Castiel spluttered.
The man snorted.
"Flew in. The name's Gabriel and I'm your fairy Godangel."
Castiel frowned. His heart thumped a million miles an hour in his chest and he was beyond alarmed at the odd stranger in his home, but those concerns quickly fell away in the face of that affront to logic.
"How can you be a fairy and an angel?"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I can see why you need my help. Look." He moved closer and seemed surprised when Castiel didn't move away. "We've been monitoring you for awhile now, but when your sister Anna prayed for you, we decided to send in the cavalry."
"I don't understand."
"Don't worry about it. This is where the fairy part comes in. You got one wish for happiness and thirty seconds to make it," Gabriel said. He lifted his arm and an expensive gold watch appeared on his wrist.
"Wait, I don't know what you want me to do!" Castiel exclaimed.
"Twenty seconds," was all Gabriel said.
Happiness. Castiel thought he was happy. Didn't he have everything? What more could he ask for?
An image flickered across his mind's eye, a brief instant of shiny black and a heart-stopping smile.
Gabriel laughed. "Seriously? You are one weird dude."
"Excuse me?"
But his attention was torn away from Gabriel as a crackling noise like electricity skittering across metal exploded into his senses from behind him, followed by a flare of intense heat. He ducked away from an eye-searing flash of white light and fell to the ground, head under his arms.
Silence fell a moment later. When Castiel finally chanced a look, Gabriel was gone. But Castiel wasn't alone. A man stood beside his chess table. A tall handsome man in a suit of heavy black armor. He had light brown hair, soft green eyes and he was even more beautiful than Castiel imagined.
"D-Dean?" he stuttered, disbelief coursing through his every fiber.
Dean stared down his own body for a long time, occasionally shaking a limb, then looked at Castiel. That wide gorgeous smile spread across his lips.
"Cas?"
Castiel fainted.
******************
"You know my name?"
It wasn't nearly the most important question on Castiel's mind, but it was the only words he could make his mouth form. Dean's eyes, which were a grassy green color Castiel wouldn't have expected, avidly swept over his living room. His excitement was clear, though Castiel didn't know what was so amazing about the small dark room. It was mostly bookshelves and hand-me-down furniture. But Dean was looking at it like it was the promised land.
"Of course I know your name," he said, his eyes snapping back to Castiel's face. With a suddenness that startled Castiel, Dean took two very purposeful steps forward.
And then one over.
"You're the Player."
Somehow, the awed way Dean said it, Castiel could hear the capitalization.
His heavy armor clinking loudly, Dean took another two steps forward and another one over until he faced Castiel.
"We've had seven distinct Players, but you're my favorite one. Those other jerks never talked to us," Dean explained, rolling his eyes. "Or named us. I mean, for years, that other knight was just that other knight, you know? Till you named us and then I had a brother."
"Oh um, well," Castiel said nervously. Accepting responsibility for bestowing an identity on someone was no easy thing. But Dean didn't seem to mind Castiel's fumbling. He turned away, narrowly avoiding hitting Castiel with the tip of the sword hanging at his side, and walked back towards the board.
"Where's Impala?" he suddenly said. In a panic, Dean rushed to the board, forgetting to step in the manner that must be so ingrained in his consciousness. He searched among the pieces and then dropped to the floor, checking under the table.
"Who?"
Castiel joined him, though on the other side of the table, away from the enormous sword. The look on Dean's face tugged at Castiel's heart. He looked genuinely distressed.
"My horse! How could I lose him? He's a huge fucking horse!"
Oh right. Both knights came with their own personalized horse. Dean's was rather large, even for a chess piece. The other knight Sam's horse, was sleeker and more elegant. And unfortunately, Dean's horse was nowhere to be seen.
"I don't know," Castiel said helplessly. "The angel thing just transformed you and left. I really have no idea what's happening."
"Angel thing? Wait, never mind, I don't want to know," Dean declared. He put his thumb and forefinger to his mouth and blew the loudest shrillest whistle Castiel had ever heard. Slapping his hands over his ears didn't help in the least as Dean did it once more.
"Stop it!"
"Look, I gotta find-"
A loud wet snorting noise drew their attention to the living room window.
"Is that...?"
Dean sprinted to the window and tugged aside the dark blue curtain.
"Impala!"
With much reluctance, Castiel trudged forward, so he could also see. He sighed heavily at what he saw. Sure enough, a gigantic black horse in full armor stood on his front lawn, tossing its long wave of a mane back and forth. Impala snorted again when he saw Dean and let out what Castiel imagined was a pleased whinny.
Great. His neighbors were probably going to call the police.
******************
They ended up coaxing Impala into the backyard. Castiel's grandfather had built a fairly tall fence around the back part of the house to keep out the neighbors' dogs. It wasn't large enough to totally prevent people from seeing the head of a gigantic horse, but it was better than keeping him in the front where anyone could see him. Especially police officers driving by.
"That's my good boy," Dean crooned softly to Impala. He'd removed his heavy gloves and was stroking the horse's wide nose. His hands were broad, his fingers deft. Castiel didn't realize he was staring until Dean turned to him and grinned.
"He likes you," Dean announced. As if to agree, Impala tossed his head up and down.
"Oh." Castiel looked up at the horse. It could easily crush him to death. "Thank you," he said politely.
"But he can't live here," Dean said, his gaze roaming over the average-sized backyard with its large oak tree. "There's no room for him to exercise. We'll have to move."
"Excuse me?" Castiel sputtered. "We're not moving!"
"Why not?" Dean asked, sounding honestly confused.
"Because this is my home," Castiel said. "My grandfather's home. I grew up here."
"Your grandfather," Dean said. "Yes, I remember him very well. Our fifth Player. You used to sit on his lap while he taught you how we walked."
Castiel turned away suddenly, hiding his face from Dean's view. That was how they spent every afternoon when Castiel was small, when his father was too busy at work to spend time with the child who'd taken his wife from him during childbirth. He could still clearly recall how his grandfather smelled, of tobacco and the sweet cider he drank. That warm circle of his arms was the safest place he'd ever known.
One of Dean's strong hands fell onto his arm and he gently turned Castiel.
"Maybe we can find somewhere close by where Impala can run and we can visit." He thought for a moment, then added, "Every day."
Castiel smiled at that.
"Why are you so certain you want to live with me? Now that you are a real person, you can find anyone you want," Castiel explained.
Dean frowned. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"Um, well, it's just you don't really know me-"
"Are you kidding me?" Dean snorted. "You're my Player. I know you better than my queen or king, even better than my fellow knight. I'd have to be some kind of idiot to go off and find someone else when you right here."
He closed his hands around Castiel's shoulders and shook him a little.
"Right in front of me and the right size too."
Castiel blushed.
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Some language
Summary: Castiel likes to play chess. Dean is his knight.
It was Saturday night and Castiel was playing chess.
Again.
Which wasn't a problem as far as Castiel was concerned, but his friends were a little worried that he always played alone. Castiel wasn't averse to playing a living foe, but none of his friends knew how to play. Certainly not well enough to seriously challenge him.
No, he preferred to play alone, rehashing old games or studying famous matches. It didn't really matter as long as Castiel got to spend time with the old beloved chess board he'd inherited from his grandfather. Over a hundred years old, the board and pieces were made from polished mahogany wood. Each piece was carved to be entirely unique. It was like a tiny village with 32 different citizens.
Castiel sometimes felt he preferred them to real people.
"Victor says I need to 'get a life'," Castiel said to the wavy-haired white queen as he moved her across the board. Her name was Ellen. At least in his mind.
"But I feel like I have a fine life," he continued. After all, he had a successful career teaching college history. He had a slew of siblings who loved him, even if they were difficult to get along with. His friends cared enough to worry about him. He didn't want for anything.
"Not everyone gets married after all," he murmured to Chuck as he slid the little bishop over a few spaces.
Not that he didn't think about it. He was human after all. There were plenty of men who caught his attention. Made him look twice and wonder how it would work. But people bemused him. They were odd and complicated and Castiel felt certain most wouldn't understand why he was sitting alone on a Saturday night talking to his chess pieces.
The chess pieces listened to him.
"I don't mind being pathetic," he added as he picked up his favorite piece of all. It was one of the black knights. The pair was similar enough in appearance that Castiel always thought of them as brothers. This one was the shorter of the two. A fierce handsome piece named Dean.
Castiel absolutely did not have a crush on his chess piece. He just thought that if Dean were real, he'd be rather bewitching. His charming grin, tall muscled frame and obviously boisterous personality would definitely capture Castiel's attention. He liked to imagine that Dean had dark brown hair and bright eyes, possibly a sparkling blue or vivid green.
The brother Sam was taller and calmer. His face wore a grimace rather than a grin and Castiel thought that Sam did not enjoy the fight quite as much as his brother. But nevertheless, Sam was his second favorite piece. He would make an appealing reality as well.
"You a real piece of work, you know that?"
Castiel flipped out of his chair, nearly hitting the ground and spun to face the unexpected voice. A short man with a cocky expression leaned against his living room wall.
"Who are you? How'd you get in here?" Castiel spluttered.
The man snorted.
"Flew in. The name's Gabriel and I'm your fairy Godangel."
Castiel frowned. His heart thumped a million miles an hour in his chest and he was beyond alarmed at the odd stranger in his home, but those concerns quickly fell away in the face of that affront to logic.
"How can you be a fairy and an angel?"
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I can see why you need my help. Look." He moved closer and seemed surprised when Castiel didn't move away. "We've been monitoring you for awhile now, but when your sister Anna prayed for you, we decided to send in the cavalry."
"I don't understand."
"Don't worry about it. This is where the fairy part comes in. You got one wish for happiness and thirty seconds to make it," Gabriel said. He lifted his arm and an expensive gold watch appeared on his wrist.
"Wait, I don't know what you want me to do!" Castiel exclaimed.
"Twenty seconds," was all Gabriel said.
Happiness. Castiel thought he was happy. Didn't he have everything? What more could he ask for?
An image flickered across his mind's eye, a brief instant of shiny black and a heart-stopping smile.
Gabriel laughed. "Seriously? You are one weird dude."
"Excuse me?"
But his attention was torn away from Gabriel as a crackling noise like electricity skittering across metal exploded into his senses from behind him, followed by a flare of intense heat. He ducked away from an eye-searing flash of white light and fell to the ground, head under his arms.
Silence fell a moment later. When Castiel finally chanced a look, Gabriel was gone. But Castiel wasn't alone. A man stood beside his chess table. A tall handsome man in a suit of heavy black armor. He had light brown hair, soft green eyes and he was even more beautiful than Castiel imagined.
"D-Dean?" he stuttered, disbelief coursing through his every fiber.
Dean stared down his own body for a long time, occasionally shaking a limb, then looked at Castiel. That wide gorgeous smile spread across his lips.
"Cas?"
Castiel fainted.
******************
"You know my name?"
It wasn't nearly the most important question on Castiel's mind, but it was the only words he could make his mouth form. Dean's eyes, which were a grassy green color Castiel wouldn't have expected, avidly swept over his living room. His excitement was clear, though Castiel didn't know what was so amazing about the small dark room. It was mostly bookshelves and hand-me-down furniture. But Dean was looking at it like it was the promised land.
"Of course I know your name," he said, his eyes snapping back to Castiel's face. With a suddenness that startled Castiel, Dean took two very purposeful steps forward.
And then one over.
"You're the Player."
Somehow, the awed way Dean said it, Castiel could hear the capitalization.
His heavy armor clinking loudly, Dean took another two steps forward and another one over until he faced Castiel.
"We've had seven distinct Players, but you're my favorite one. Those other jerks never talked to us," Dean explained, rolling his eyes. "Or named us. I mean, for years, that other knight was just that other knight, you know? Till you named us and then I had a brother."
"Oh um, well," Castiel said nervously. Accepting responsibility for bestowing an identity on someone was no easy thing. But Dean didn't seem to mind Castiel's fumbling. He turned away, narrowly avoiding hitting Castiel with the tip of the sword hanging at his side, and walked back towards the board.
"Where's Impala?" he suddenly said. In a panic, Dean rushed to the board, forgetting to step in the manner that must be so ingrained in his consciousness. He searched among the pieces and then dropped to the floor, checking under the table.
"Who?"
Castiel joined him, though on the other side of the table, away from the enormous sword. The look on Dean's face tugged at Castiel's heart. He looked genuinely distressed.
"My horse! How could I lose him? He's a huge fucking horse!"
Oh right. Both knights came with their own personalized horse. Dean's was rather large, even for a chess piece. The other knight Sam's horse, was sleeker and more elegant. And unfortunately, Dean's horse was nowhere to be seen.
"I don't know," Castiel said helplessly. "The angel thing just transformed you and left. I really have no idea what's happening."
"Angel thing? Wait, never mind, I don't want to know," Dean declared. He put his thumb and forefinger to his mouth and blew the loudest shrillest whistle Castiel had ever heard. Slapping his hands over his ears didn't help in the least as Dean did it once more.
"Stop it!"
"Look, I gotta find-"
A loud wet snorting noise drew their attention to the living room window.
"Is that...?"
Dean sprinted to the window and tugged aside the dark blue curtain.
"Impala!"
With much reluctance, Castiel trudged forward, so he could also see. He sighed heavily at what he saw. Sure enough, a gigantic black horse in full armor stood on his front lawn, tossing its long wave of a mane back and forth. Impala snorted again when he saw Dean and let out what Castiel imagined was a pleased whinny.
Great. His neighbors were probably going to call the police.
******************
They ended up coaxing Impala into the backyard. Castiel's grandfather had built a fairly tall fence around the back part of the house to keep out the neighbors' dogs. It wasn't large enough to totally prevent people from seeing the head of a gigantic horse, but it was better than keeping him in the front where anyone could see him. Especially police officers driving by.
"That's my good boy," Dean crooned softly to Impala. He'd removed his heavy gloves and was stroking the horse's wide nose. His hands were broad, his fingers deft. Castiel didn't realize he was staring until Dean turned to him and grinned.
"He likes you," Dean announced. As if to agree, Impala tossed his head up and down.
"Oh." Castiel looked up at the horse. It could easily crush him to death. "Thank you," he said politely.
"But he can't live here," Dean said, his gaze roaming over the average-sized backyard with its large oak tree. "There's no room for him to exercise. We'll have to move."
"Excuse me?" Castiel sputtered. "We're not moving!"
"Why not?" Dean asked, sounding honestly confused.
"Because this is my home," Castiel said. "My grandfather's home. I grew up here."
"Your grandfather," Dean said. "Yes, I remember him very well. Our fifth Player. You used to sit on his lap while he taught you how we walked."
Castiel turned away suddenly, hiding his face from Dean's view. That was how they spent every afternoon when Castiel was small, when his father was too busy at work to spend time with the child who'd taken his wife from him during childbirth. He could still clearly recall how his grandfather smelled, of tobacco and the sweet cider he drank. That warm circle of his arms was the safest place he'd ever known.
One of Dean's strong hands fell onto his arm and he gently turned Castiel.
"Maybe we can find somewhere close by where Impala can run and we can visit." He thought for a moment, then added, "Every day."
Castiel smiled at that.
"Why are you so certain you want to live with me? Now that you are a real person, you can find anyone you want," Castiel explained.
Dean frowned. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"Um, well, it's just you don't really know me-"
"Are you kidding me?" Dean snorted. "You're my Player. I know you better than my queen or king, even better than my fellow knight. I'd have to be some kind of idiot to go off and find someone else when you right here."
He closed his hands around Castiel's shoulders and shook him a little.
"Right in front of me and the right size too."
Castiel blushed.
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