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15 May 2011 @ 12:11 pm
fic, SPN: kiss the blood off my hands (Dean/Castiel), NC17  
Second five acts fill getting to be re-posted, ee! I was tempted to go the whole way with the film noir cliché and write it in first person but a) I am no Chandler, b) if I ever do it, it needs not to be comment fic, so next time.

Title: kiss the blood off my hands
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Word count: ∼3000
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: AU so er, nothing except for general canon elements until S4?
Warnings: implied violence, mentions of prostitution, nothing actually happens during the fic though.
Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine, really.
Summary: wherein Castiel is a private detective with a couple of vices he can't renounce, and Dean's life is far from ideal.
A/N: written for sycophantastic for the five acts meme. The prompts were AU (main one) and sort of forced proximity. It happened that my au_bingo table included a film noir square. I apparently have gone for that. I feel like it lacks the voiceover effect and maybe one day I'll expand on the concept, but that's it for now. Title stolen from a movie on the wikipedia film noir list (I was that desperate), which I haven't even seen, but it suited.

Castiel takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling after a handful of seconds; the smoke leaving his mouth disappears in the air, among all the smoke coming from the rest of the bar. Most people are smoking, too – the air reeks of it. Castiel knows that his coat reeks of it, too, but he only has two vices in his life, one of which is cigarettes – he isn’t about to renounce it just because of his clothes. It’s not like he’s wearing expensive ones, being a private detective earns you a lot less than people would expect, so he can afford not to care since he isn’t really ruining something pricey.

He puts the cigarette out in the ashtray in front of him – it joins ten others. He takes a sip from his shot glass of whiskey, then pushes a crumpled bill on the counter. The bartender takes it, and Castiel glances around the room. The person he was supposed to talk to isn’t here yet and Castiel has been here for two hours – considering that from what he has gathered the man is always here, not to mention that the meet-up had been agreed upon, he’s starting to suspect that if he was to pay a visit to his house, he’d find a body. Which would mean another number of complications that he doesn’t need. Another perk of his business – everyone thinks that if you’re a private eye you have an exciting life, and most of the time you’re stuck in bars where you breathe smoke. He sighs, moving away from his seat; there’s no reason for him to stay here further. He walks out into the night, figuring that it’s time for the last resort. Which he usually hates, as a last resort, but if he manages to finish this job neatly, the person hiring him will pay more than he has seen in the last year, and it’s worth taking.

He walks for a while, turning into an alley and moving into another bar – Singer’s. If he isn’t wrong – he isn’t.

He sits at the counter, running a hand through his hair, and waits. He doesn’t wait long.

“Look who’s here. Can’t stay away long, huh?”

Castiel doesn’t let himself smile as he raises his head and meets green eyes staring back at him.

“I’m afraid I can’t, Dean. You look horrible,” Castiel says, and he receives a scowl back.

“Yeah, well, Cas, you know how it is. And to be honest I’m kinda hoping that you’re not here just to hang out, as much as I like hanging out with you.”

“I’m not. But I’d like the usual, first.”

“Sure. And by the way, if I look horrible, you reek of those stupid cigarettes, if you hadn’t realized that.”

Dean doesn’t say anything else – he turns his back at Castiel and pours him a shot, then takes a seat and instead of just standing behind the counter he sits down as well. Their hands brush as Dean hands him the glass. Castiel takes a sip, then lights another cigarette.

“I’ll say it again. That shit reeks.”

Castiel ignores it and and takes a drag, then looks back up at Dean again.

“I was hired last day,” Castiel starts.

“Hallelujah,” Dean comments before stealing Castiel’s cigarette and taking a drag. “That’d be good news for you. So?”

“I clearly cannot go into details,” Castiel says, “but I can tell you that my client’s daughter has been missing for a month. Apparently he’s not satisfied with the way the police is conducting the investigation, which is most probably a good point, since it took me two days to find someone who knew someone who might know where she was. This is her,” he says sliding a picture on the counter. Dean takes a good look at it, his mouth tightening.

“The first someone had set me an appointment with the second someone.”

“Let me guess, your guy didn’t show up.”

“Exactly. And from your face before, I think you know something about her, don’t you? Especially because my guy works for Zachariah Adler.”

Dean sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “Cas, you know that if I could stop working for the son of a bitch right now I would, and you know that I owe you –”

“You don’t,” Castiel interrupts him.

“Whatever, but I can’t spill without you givin’ me something back here. If they find out it was me, I’m dead and you know that.”

Castiel nods and takes a pen from his pocket, then writes a sum on the back of the picture. Dean takes it back, his eyes widening.

“What’s that?”

“That’s how much I will get if I bring her back home in Monterey. And if you help me with that, half is yours. I would have probably offered regardless, but if you can help me, then maybe you’ll feel better about it.”

Dean looks back up at him again, slowly, almost in disbelief. “You aren’t serious.”

“I am perfectly serious.”

Castiel isn’t an idiot – half of that is enough money to allow him to live comfortably for six months, and enough for Dean to at least quit his first job (which isn’t bartending at Singer’s). He won’t be greedy, in this case.

“He’ll know.”

“Dean, have I ever put you in danger, any time you gave me information?”

Dean breathes out, shakes his head, moves closer.

“Okay, fine. She appeared ‘round the place one month ago, and believe me, she didn’t look happy at all. Now, just one thing – is she the natural daughter of your client?”

“No, he said she was adopted.”

“Yeah, well, she’s apparently Adler’s natural daughter,” Dean hisses.

“Who’s the mother?”

Dean snorts. “One of the girls. I have no idea whether she survived or not, but considering that we’re talking about Adler, he probably took care of her later. Anyway, from what I got the girl was given away as soon as she was born. Adler’s probably on a whim – he got her kidnapped and now she’s locked up in some room. I have no idea what he wants with her, I doubt that she’s up for late bonding with her long-lost parent, but there you go. And really, Cas, just –”

Castiel’s hand reaches out, covers Dean’s. Dean stops talking, and Castiel shakes his head.

“I’ll be careful. You know I never would.”

Dean swallows, shakes his head, then stands up and leans away from the counter. “Y’know what, this evening isn’t really going that well. You were the first one who got inside in three hours – Bobby won’t mind if I take a break. Back room,” Dean says as he moves to put the closed sign on the door. Castiel doesn’t say anything, walks through a door saying personnel only. He walks through a large storage room until he reaches a smaller one on the back, which has a cot and a small bathroom – obviously made for the owner to sleep there, if there was the need. Dean gets into the room a minute later – it’s already too small for the two of them. He bolts the door and runs a hand through his hair. It reminds Castiel of the first time they met – it was two years ago. Castiel was still a police officer (not knowing he would have to leave the force in six months for arresting someone who had been steadily paying Castiel’s superiors to let him stay free – there’s a limit to everything, Castiel had thought before resigning) and Dean had just stepped out of a bus from Kansas. And probably not expecting someone to try and steal his only suitcase a minute after he was out from the bus station – also probably not expecting Castiel to pass by and knock the thief (which was also about to shoot Dean in the head) from behind.

So much time has passed. Now Castiel uses his old police badge to access crime scenes even if it isn’t valid anymore, and Dean – Dean is way worse off than him. Castiel will always remember the story Dean had told him when he had offered him coffee after getting the thief arrested. His brother had disappeared with this Ruby girl six months ago, they had run away to Chicago, and him and his father hadn’t heard of him since then. So Dean was in town to try to find him. He didn’t know back then that both his brother Sam and the girl had been in debt with Adler, a minor mob guy who mainly deals in prostitution, for a whole damn lot of money (the hadn’t obviously spent the money they had brought with them wisely). And in order to get Sam back home Dean had offered to pay the debt off.

For the last two years, other than working regularly at that bar (who’s owned by a friend of Dean’s father), Dean has been doing all sorts of things that were asked of him. From collecting Zachariah’s money to providing services for specific tastes. Castiel covered for him until he still was with the police, and after that – well, they helped each other out. Dean is good at catching information, and he’s around a lot of people with questionable records, and Castiel knows how to use them – and he usually gives Dean a percentage if he helped.

And then there’s this.

Dean raises his head, shakes it slightly, moves closer. Castiel takes off his coat, drapes it on a chair, takes his gun out of his belt, and when they kiss it’s practiced, it’s like they fit and match perfectly.

The kiss lasts long enough, Dean’s lips parted under Castiel’s, their tongues moving against each other, Dean’s hands gripping Castiel’s shirt and Castiel’s fingers running through Dean’s hair. When they part Dean’s cheeks are flushed and his breath is short.

“Shit,” he whispers, moving closer. “You really sure? It’s too much, I dunno if I can –”

“Dean, at the rate you’re going, it’ll take you another five years at least to pay that debt off. If he doesn’t raise the interests again.”

Dean sighs, not bothering to deny it.

“It’s not an issue. You never deserved any of that in the first place, and I can live with the other half for a while.”

“You can’t – you know I could never give it back, don’t you?”

“I don’t need that,” Castiel insists. Dean looks at him for a second, and Castiel hopes that he hasn’t understood it the wrong way – then Dean’s head falls against his shoulder.

“Fuck, I feel like I shouldn’t accept but – shit. I just can’t – they told me I should have killed some girl because she apparently kept some money for herself,” Dean says, and Castiel’s can’t help moving so that there’s barely space between them.

“Did you?”

“I – well, she’s in a hospital. I took care not to go the whole way and then told them that I was sure she was dead. They believed me, but – this isn’t – fuck, I never wanted this. I’m not sure I can do it that much longer,” Dean admits, and then raises his head up and kisses Castiel again, almost desperate. Their mouths almost clash against each other and Castiel’s arm tighten around Dean’s waist. He knows that Dean isn’t his current job. He never could not know, not when he remembers Dean two years ago, just wanting to find his brother. He was obviously worried about the kid, but when he had said, almost casually, that Sam hadn’t written for six months, he had looked so devastated that Castiel had to wonder how could you leave your family behind, when they love you that much. Dean is probably the most genuinely good person Castiel has ever met, he’s sure that no one else he knows would have done what Dean did for his brother without even thinking about it twice, and he doesn’t deserve any of what his life currently is.

Except that Dean never agrees with him about that, and Castiel has stopped trying to say it. And so he tries to act instead. They fall on the tiny cot, and it’s barely enough for one of them; the other has to stay on top. Castiel steadies himself, his hands grabbing the sides of the cot so that he can adjust his position. He opens all the buttons in Dean’s shirt and Dean half-sits up so that they can take it off. There are faint marks on his chest, a couple of bruises on the side, one on Dean’s shoulder, a couple of knife-related scars, too, and for a second Castiel wishes he could make them disappear with the blink of an eye. The faint marks all remind him that he’s not the only one allowed to do this, even if he’s the only one allowed to do it regularly, but it doesn’t matter. Dean notices it at once, and he looks almost sorry at that – he isn’t just a pretty face. He’s smart, he catches on things pretty quickly, and there’s a reason why he’s good at providing information.

“Hey,” he says, “you know that if it was up to me there wouldn’t be anyone else. And it’d be complicated enough already,” he adds, but that’s not the point – the point is that Dean obviously means it. And Castiel – well, he never was much of an emotional person, but when they’re like this his heart races and his breath goes short, and he has to kiss Dean all over again.

“It will be up to you,” Castiel breathes next to Dean’s ear.

“You can’t know,” Dean whispers back, his voice tight, his hips jerking up.

“Did I ever make promises I couldn’t keep?”

Dean shakes his head once – Castiel hasn’t, not really – and jerks his hips up again, desperate for friction. Castiel moves again, his knees on the sides of the cot, his hands around Dean’s wrists, pinning him down to the tiny mattress. Dean goes still, looking up at him, licking his lips once, nodding. Castiel takes his hands away, Dean’s arms staying where they are, and he pushes down Dean’s trousers after opening his own. There’s no other way to go, considering how cramped the space is, even getting to your knees would be too much of a hassle, and Castiel lowers himself now, his cock sliding against Dean’s, slowly. Dean gasps, moans, then his hips thrust up again.

“Fuck, Cas, yes,” Dean mouths, and Castiel’s cock swells some more at that. He spits into his palm, then reaches down and wraps his hand around both of their erections; Dean’s eyes snap open, a small, contented noise coming from the back of his throat.

“This isn’t – I’m not crushing you, am –”

“No, please, more,” Dean moans as Castiel’s hand strokes his cock once before touching his own as well. He keeps his motion steady, so that there’s enough friction for the both of them. He takes the hand away when they’re both leaking and there’s no need for it, and he wipes it on the side of the mattress before bringing it to the side of Dean’s head again. Dean turns into the touch, following it, and there’s nothing Castiel wants more than for the both of them to have this whenever they want and not whenever they can. He leans down, kisses Dean again, feeling that the both of them are close. He’s already getting dizzy. He moves his hands to Dean’s wrists again, his legs closing around Dean’s thighs as he feels Dean go still – just in time. He jerks up and comes against Castiel’s cock and stomach, and Castiel follows suit, trying to hold himself still even if it’s hard not to just let go completely. Dean’s eyes are closed, his frame shaking, and Castiel has to focus in order to keep the position they’re in – if any of them moves too much they’re going to fall off the bed, but when he feels Dean starting to come down he lets Dean’s wrists go and lowers himself down, his head on Dean’s shoulder, feeling a certain pleasure work through his muscles and making him feel as relaxed as it gets.

Dean breathes out, deep, his hands going to Castiel’s hair, burying his fingers in it.

“Shit, we need to do better than this. Can’t you find some horrible motel with a double room next time?”

“If everything goes as planned, I might find us a decent motel instead of a horrible one,” Castiel answers. “Are you – is this uncomfortable?” he asks, realizing that Dean can’t really feel that great, but Dean shakes his head and closes his eyes as Castiel’s hand reaches his neck.

“Nah, it’s okay. You’ve lost enough weight since you went for a stupid underpaid job, I’ll be fine.”

Castiel snorts, not bothering to deny that he hasn’t earned as much as he used to in the last year and a half. He reaches for his coat on the chair, takes the packet out.

“Do you mind?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “As long as you don’t exhale that in my face, Cas. Could you give ‘em up at some point?”

“Maybe, but don’t count on it.”

Castiel lights the cigarette up, takes a drag, turns his head so that he isn’t facing Dean but that it’s on his shoulder at the same time, feeling the warmth of the body underneath.

He has indeed two vices – one is smoking and the other is Dean Winchester, and he doesn’t need to tell Dean out loud, but he knows which of the two he’d give up in a heartbeat, if he had to choose.

feeling: weirdweird
on rotation: addio a cheyenne - ennio morricone
Hallie Jadeangelshandprint on May 15th, 2011 10:50 am (UTC)
Love this
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on May 15th, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :D
the only water in the forest is the river: [spn] castiel | bow your headnyoka on May 15th, 2011 06:41 pm (UTC)
I adored this <3
the female ghost of tom joad: !!! <3janie_tangerine on May 15th, 2011 11:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks so very much, I'm so glad you did! <3
cassiopeia7: Cas&Dean: angstycassiopeia7 on May 15th, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)

Will there be any more? *begs*
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on May 15th, 2011 11:02 pm (UTC)
Ee, thanks! :D

Uhm, to be entirely honest I'd like for it to be (I had wanted to do the noir!AU for ages) but I need to think it through. Let's say maybe. ;)
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Lucky: Dean_Casreticentric on May 16th, 2011 12:01 am (UTC)
Loved this. Kept hearing slow jazz music playing in my head while reading it. ;)
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/cas <3janie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:50 pm (UTC)
Much glad you did, thank you! and ha, if it had that effect I can consider myself accomplished ;)
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on May 16th, 2011 12:19 am (UTC)
This was film noir all the way. Hot mixed with bitterness.

And as always, Dean and Cas support each other through the storm. Just lovely.
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:52 pm (UTC)
Good to know it felt that way! I was aiming for the whole noir feeling so it's good it worked even without the voiceover effect ;) I'm so glad you liked it, thanks!
marourinmarourin on May 16th, 2011 02:11 am (UTC)
Very good job with the film noir aspect. Love PI Cas and poor unwilling hooker Dean. It's desolate and gritty and I do hope for the best for them >:
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, they'll be fine. Or, in my head they will anyway. ;) I'm so glad that the story worked for you, thank you so much! <3
dimensionallyt on May 16th, 2011 06:51 am (UTC)
Nicely done, I like getting glimpses into lives like this.

Thanks for writing and posting
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural castiel profieljanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading! :D It's awesome to know that you liked it.
whistlewaterbaby12us on May 16th, 2011 09:45 am (UTC)
Beautifully written!
the female ghost of tom joad: psycho fanficjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :D
pavl0vs_d0gpavl0vs_d0g on May 16th, 2011 01:53 pm (UTC)
Sad broken boys looking out for each other, I love this! Great post.
the female ghost of tom joad: tangerinesjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:56 pm (UTC)
Aw, I'm so glad you liked it, thanks so much!
Giulia: SPN_Get thate0wyn on May 16th, 2011 04:21 pm (UTC)
Oddio, il finale è strepitoso *___* Complimenti, in poche parole sei riuscita a creare davvero un bell'universo, non mi dispiacerebbe leggere anche altro di questa storia :))
the female ghost of tom joad: !!! <3janie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 09:58 pm (UTC)
Eeeh non è detto che non ci scappi fuori un seguito, sempre se riesco a pensare ad una trama vagamente più compiuta xDD grazie mille! ♥
jem_018jem_018 on May 16th, 2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
I loved this. ♥

There needs to be more. :D
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you! ♥ well, I don't rule that out since I had a pretty good time writing this one. ;) But I need to actually plot that first. XD
Linsey: Cas: readingpyjamagurl on May 16th, 2011 07:40 pm (UTC)
I feel rather spoiled that you have been writing so much lately, I adore all of it! :D (or maybe I've been living under a rock, who knows...)

I love this though, I love Dean and Castiel's relationship and this glimpse into their lives (and I would totally love to see more of this story if you feel inspired!) and the way you have interweaved canon into it. The last line is so very lovely <3
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2011 10:02 pm (UTC)
Ha, let's say that after three months of post-graduating laziness I decided it was time to get back on the writing regularly wagon. ;) thanks so much! <3

And that said I'm really glad that this worked for you. I won't guarantee anything knowing myself but I loved writing this so there might be more. When I actually manage to plot it, er. ;) thanks again!
J.E.N.Nlick_j on May 17th, 2011 06:22 am (UTC)
:DDDDDDDDDDD Omg...this...is...UGHHH...LOVE! *incapable on using the right words*
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural castiel adorablejanie_tangerine on May 17th, 2011 10:11 am (UTC)
Well, then I totally feel flattered ;) thanks so very much! :DD
LifeFiction: misha/jensen kisslifefiction on May 19th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)
Absolutely ♥ this!

Edited at 2011-05-19 02:57 am (UTC)
the female ghost of tom joad: jen/misha kissjanie_tangerine on May 19th, 2011 11:05 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad that you did, thank you! :DDD
Rickenbackerrickenbacker on September 22nd, 2013 07:54 pm (UTC)
I went searching for film noir style Destiel fics after the latest s9 promo pics which look for all the world that Sam & Dean run a detective agency. So glad I found this!

Very impressed :)