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24 September 2011 @ 02:34 pm
the fifth element - part III - the end  
When Dean finally manages to put on the autopilot, he lets out a breath of relief he hadn’t known he was holding.

At least he did fly them away a second before that hotel burned up in flames, didn’t he? And no one around has commented about the cold sweat breaking all over his forehead and his neck as he raised the ship towards the sky.

He sighs once, then picks up the phone next to the driving console and pushes in Bobby’s number – he had taken care to memorize it.

“Singer,” Bobby answers, his voice tight.

“Bobby, that’s me.”

“Dean, what the fuck happened? The place is on fire, what –”

“Calm down. We’re all good. We’ve got the stones, we’ve got the actor, we’ve got the… the other thing we need, and by the time it exploded, all the civilians were gone. Whoever died in there was the reason this whole mess had started to begin with. I’m going at… crazy speed, I guess. It says we should be in Wyoming in three hours, and that thing’s supposed to kill us all in six, so we should have time.”

Dean realizes that he had been put on speaker phone when he hears people cheering and clapping. “Bobby, where the hell are you?”

“I’m at the Pentagon with the President, where should I be? Let us know when you land. If this planet still exists tomorrow, you’ll get endless points on your new driving license.”

“I’m touched,” Dean comments before ending the call, because he doesn’t feel like hearing what’s going on at the Pentagon; they’re probably going to have a hell of a party, and this because they risked their lives. Sure thing. He sighs again and leaves the chair, wondering if there are any clothes fitting him on this damn ship. His dress shirt is ruined and he takes the rags off – it was showing more than it covered anyway, and it was damp with both sweat and holy water.

That’s when Sam and Balthazar get inside the cabin. Sam almost jumps back and closes his eyes, Balthazar lets out an appreciative whistle.

“Nice abs, I would say. And the scars aren’t a deterrent – they give you the whole tough guy look. Pity that you’re already taken.”

“What the hell –”

“We found out who’s the ship’s owner,” Sam interrupts, obviously sounding embarrassed.


“Do you know that Crowley guy who –”

“Wait, the third richest man in America? This is his?”


“I should have understood that it was some rich guy from the leather seats,” Dean mutters. “And why the heck would he want to destroy the world? I never thought that demons hated the universe this much.”

“Who knows,” Sam says, sounding not exactly reassured. “At least we don’t have to worry about him right now.”

“Guess we don’t. All right, I’m gonna go see –”

“Can I talk to you alone for a second?”

Dean turns to Balthazar, who at least isn’t openly ogling at his chest anymore. He nods in Sam’s direction and Sam leaves without further questions.


“You were about to say you were going to see our little angel that could? Angel for an euphemism, since he’s not actually that, but let’s not go into details.”

“Yeah, that was what I was going to do. Is there anything I should know?”

“Do you know why I had the stones?”

“Er, nope.”

Balthazar nods and sits down on one of the enclosed leather couches – Crowley sure knew how to treat himself nicely, and Balthazar seems to feel totally at ease with the surroundings. “Your brother told you about Samuel Colt, and he told you that only family members can become priests in that little church of his. Which will have no reason for existing after this, I figure, but it’s beside the point. But there are also… people that weren’t priests, in that church.”

“You mean the other twenty people that list it as their confession?”

“Yeah, I’m one of those twenty. Apparently I was chosen because since I move around a lot it was more difficult to locate the stones, but angels don’t leave things to chance – they informed me of what could go wrong.”

“You mean, Cas actually being a person and not some kind of glowing light or whatever he’s supposed to be?”

“Yes, they said that if something happened they’d make it so that the fifth element could… be human-shaped. I had a talk with him, more or less, and it confirmed some things. But, I think something went… differently.”


“He was supposed to be born speaking your language, and most definitely he wasn’t supposed to feel attachment for anything. Or anyone. Or to feel anything at all. The point was that he was supposed to go inside that circle of stones and blow up with them. Or kill himself after. Whatever. The point is, he’s supposed to be disposable.”

Dean would rage at that, but he doesn’t bother – he knows that Balthazar wasn’t the one coming up with any of this. Ranting about how Cas is everything but disposable, as far as Dean is concerned, would only succeed in making him pass for a lovestruck teenage girl. “Obviously that didn’t happen, since he most definitely isn’t disposable, and he most definitely got attached to you. And I guess I can’t exactly blame him – as I stated, I wouldn’t be adverse to a night of hot passion between the two of us. And don’t make that face, it’s a compliment.”

“If you say so,” Dean manages, itching to get out of here.

“Moral of the story: go take care of him and keep an eye on him – he needs to understand that you, pardon my French, give a shit, because he knows what he’s supposed to be, and he knows that he isn’t that, right now. And he’s probably feeling horrible because of the whole thing. Just my two cents. That said, get there already. He won’t let anyone touch him unless it’s you.”

There are things that Dean should say – Balthazar is being ridiculous, maybe it isn’t that serious, angels are dicks, but in the end he doesn’t go for any of them.

“Thanks,” he says, and then gets out of the room and asks Ash where they put Cas.


He finds out that they settled for this middle sized room that has a bed big enough for one person to rest comfortably and a sink with clean towels next to it. Cas is laying still on the bed, still covered in dried blood. At least the cut on his hip isn’t as deep as it could have been, even if the sight of it is enough to make him feel sick. He grabs one towel, wets it, then starts cleaning away the blood around it as gently as he can. Cas flinches, barely, but he relaxes when he opens his eyes and sees that it’s Dean doing it – Dean feels as if someone put a hand around his heart and closed it in a fist.

“Hey,” he says, making sure that he isn’t pressing too hard. “Nice to see you being conscious. Sorry if it stings.”

“It… it doesn’t matter,” Cas replies, his hands clutching the sheets. “Thanks for – I wasn’t sure anyone would come back.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you rotting in an air conduct,” Dean answers. He’s done cleaning the cut, but being extra sure doesn’t hurt. He disinfects it, then grabs a piece of gauze and tapes it as gently as possible. “I should probably clean up your face.”

Cas gives him a tight nod and Dean shakes his head as he uses the corner of the towel to wipe away the dried blood that is also mixed with tears, or at least that’s what Dean suspects. At least his nose isn’t broken.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Dean asks, trying to keep his voice low.

“No. Just… no, it’s all right.”

Dean is about to ask whether Cas wants him to go when he’s done, but then he notices Cas’s right hand inching towards his left, which was lying on the mattress.

For a second he thinks, damn, I’m this close to growing a vagina. Then he shakes his head, reaches out and covers Cas’s hand with his.

From the way Cas looks at him after, he’s sure he has done the right thing.


Sam comes in with the communication phone an hour or so later; Cas is more or less sleeping, or most probably he’s only out of commission since according to Cas himself he doesn’t need to sleep, and Dean is perching on the chair, figuring that staying there won’t hurt.

“Hey, that’s Bobby,” Sam says. “It seems like we have a problem.”

“I’m surprised,” Dean answers as he snatches the phone. “Bobby? What’s going on?”

“Son, when did you say you’re supposed to land?”

“One hour and a half from now? Why?”

“Because that thing – it’s going faster than it should.”


“It was supposed to hit the system in four hours. But it got bigger. And it… accelerated? Hell if I understood half of what the guy who explained the technicalities to me said. What I got is that it’s supposed to hit… ten minutes after you land.”

“Oh, dammit.”

“You think you can do it?”

Dean takes a breath, trying not to curse into the phone. “Fine. Unless it blows up before we land, we’re gonna try. If – if we can’t do it… guess it’s been a pleasure.”

“Same here,” Bobby answers, and then the call is over.

Shit, again.

“What’s going on?” Sam asks as he leans against the wall. Dean brings a hand to his temple, not moving the one still covering Cas’s – he isn’t about to do that unless necessary.

“That Death Star thing? Apparently it decided to hit us ten minutes after we get there. We won’t have three hours to stop it anymore.”

Sam swallows, nods, then takes a seat and places it next to Dean’s.

“Listen, if we – if we all die, I – I’m sorry.”

“You’re what?”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have just left everything without explaining the situation… at least to you. I doubt Dad would have ever wrapped his head around it. But I shouldn’t have done it and I shouldn’t have avoided you for all this time.”

“Congratulations for getting there two hours before the end of the world, but… if we get out of this alive you’re buying me lunch for the next century. And you call Dad to explain it to him, because if you think that I’m playing the go-between like I did in the last four years before you left home, you can forget it.”

“Seems fair enough,” Sam agrees; his smile is barely there but at least they’re okay, and Dean hadn’t wanted to risk dying with that kind of thing hanging over both of their heads. He can’t complain about this, at least.


Dean lands the ship in the middle of Fucking Nowhere, Wyoming, exactly ten minutes before the world is supposed to end.

The only thing standing in the middle of Fucking Nowhere is a small barn that shouldn’t even be standing according to the laws of physics, but he has no time to get philosophical about it. He gets back to the room where Cas is and picks him up again, hoping that he snaps out of his temporary unconsciousness in time to do whatever he’s supposed to do, and follows everyone else out of the ship and into the shack. He lays Cas on the ground so that his back is against the wall while Sam takes the stones out of his robe; that’s when he notices that there are four stone pillars in the corners of the small room. There’s an insane number of sigils painted on the windows and the ceiling, and the floor as well. He doesn’t want to leave Cas there, but if they want to get the show started, the more they are they quicker they’ll be.

“So what now?”

“Uh, the stones should go on the respective pillars,” Sam says, moving close to one and trying to fit the pink stone in.

It doesn’t work.

“The hell –”

“The symbols,” Balthazar urges. “There are some lines on the stones and there are some on the pillar –pick the similar ones instead of trying at random.”

“Good point,” Andy says grabbing the yellow stone, while Ash takes the green one and Balthazar the pink one. When Sam places the blue stone left with him in the triangle-shaped hole, it fits perfectly.

“Shit, Sam, didn’t your job come with an instruction book?” Dean hisses.

“No it didn’t! Angels were supposed to do this, not me,” Sam replies, sounding half-apologetic. Dean lets it go and takes a look at what the others are doing; all the stones are in place, but… nothing happens.

“Oh, this takes the cake,” Dean almost shouts. He can barely remember the last time his nerves felt this ready to snap. “We have five minutes. What the hell are we supposed to do?”

“Uhm, actually, there was something in that book of Colt’s that is at the church,” Andy says, and everyone turns in his direction as he obviously tries to remember what it was about. “It said something like the wind blowing and the fire crackling that would put the stones to work, but –”

“But it means shit put like this,” Dean says, glancing at Cas. Who’s still unconscious and not looking good at all. “Fuck, there has to be a way to –”

“Bugger this!”

Balthazar’s exclamation is loud enough that everyone runs in his direction. He’s in front of the green stone, which is… changed. Okay, not exactly changed, but a small part of it has… somehow moved. The top of it has risen up an inch, leaving a small hole between itself and the rest of the stone.

“Balthazar, whatever the hell you did, do it again,” Sam urges, and Balthazar looks back at the stone, nodding.

“I was… I was here staring at it and I said… bloody hell, I guess this is where I’m going to die.”

Nothing happens.

“Was that all?” Ash asks, sounding everything but convinced.

“Yes,” Balthazar answers letting out a breath of frustration… and then the top raises an inch more.

“What –”

“Right,” Sam says, “the wind blows, right? And this is the one for air, isn’t it?” He moves closer, takes a deep breath and blows over the stone, fully.

The top raises another inch and then the stone starts glowing green.

“Everyone else, get the other three!” Dean shouts. They don’t have more than three minutes if he hasn’t lost track of time. Andy runs to the opposite corner, where the blue stone is, and passes a hand over his head – he’s probably sweating – before touching the top. The stone starts glowing blue. Balthazar throws a handful of dirt from the ground on the yellow stone and that works as well.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ash mutters while staring at the pink stone as if he’d like to disintegrate it with a look. “Dean! You have my lighter, how am I supposed to put this thing on fire?”

Dean feels dread as he reaches for the pocket of his pants, and damn yes it’s there and he hasn’t lost it during that shoot-out; he runs towards the stone with everyone else, but when he takes out the lighter it takes a look to see that there’s enough gas for a small flame only.

“It was half full when I gave it to you!” Ash protests.

“I had to put an entire theater on fire using that and nothing else, what did you expect? All right, no one breathes for the next minute. Got it?”

No one speaks and Dean bites his tongue as he runs his thumb over the small wheel. A small flame appears and he doesn’t rush down because he’s afraid that it might go out and their last chance will be gone, but it lasts enough to reach the top of the stone. When it starts glowing red, Dean is sure that he looks as relieved as all the others.

But it isn’t over. Not yet. And they have what, one minute? A bit more? Dean runs to where Cas is and picks him up again, heading for the center of the room (not that hard to find it, considering that there’s a sigil painted in red while all the rest are painted in black).

“Cas?” he calls, softly, trying to shake Cas awake without being too harsh. “Cas, come on, there’s only this to get through and then we’re done. You got this far, don’t give it up just now.”

Cas groans, opening his eyes, but when he looks up at Dean, he looks… not so convinced. More than that, he looks sad.

“And what would I be saving?” he whispers, his voice wrecked. Dean shakes his head as he holds him up, trying to come up with something to say.

In the end he has to settle on the obvious. “What do you mean?”

“I’m – I was made to preserve life. That’s the only thing I exist for. Apart from that… I’m… I’m disposable. And – it was a human who did this to me,” he answers, looking down at the bandages on his stomach. “And who was willing to sacrifice all those others for money. The first thing – I woke up in a cage and the first thing I saw were scientists looking at me as if – as if I was some thing to study. I’m not – what’s in it for me?”

Cas’s voice sounds wrecked, and damn, the problem is that he’s right. He shouldn’t save the world only because it’s his life purpose – he’s more than that. He’s not a hammer or a drone, and the human race isn’t exactly the best that Dean can think of; he has more respect for his cat than for most people he knows. But more than that – Dean isn’t ready to die yet, and not because he wants to fix his car or go back home.

“You’re – right, you’ve got a point. Not all of us are… what you’d say worth keeping alive. But – there’s enough good stuff to balance the rest. I’m afraid the only one you’ve tried was the cheeseburgers, and they’d be a filthy reason to save the world if there wasn’t anything else, but there’s other things. There’s –”

“Love? I don’t know love. Angels aren’t made for love, and I wasn’t either. I was made to preserve and nothing else, how can I know it?” Cas blurts, and shit, that’s exactly the point. He hadn’t wanted to put it in those terms, also because in his experience you just don’t fall in love with someone in two days, but thing is, Cas got under his skin like no one else ever has. And quickly, too, regardless of what Dean believes. It’s not even a ‘oh, guy is supposed to be made out of everything nice in the universe’; whatever is between them, it started the second Cas fell into Dean’s car, and Dean hadn’t known who he was. Or what he was.

Dean thinks that Sam is screaming something like tell him now somewhere behind him, but he barely hears it. “What if you could?” he whispers, hoping that they still have a bit of time, finding out that he wants Cas to know exactly everything that is worth saving the world for, and Dean wants to be the one who shows him.

Cas’s eyes widen, and Dean raises a hand to wipe away a lone tear running down Cas’s cheek. “If I could? What –”

“Shit, Cas, I don’t lose my job for anyone that asks me to help them thirty seconds after we meet. I did this entire goddamn thing because you asked me for help, and I don’t regret a second of it, if it means that I could meet you.”

“You – you would –”

“I wouldn’t, Cas! I… I do,” Dean says, and maybe it’s the way Cas looks at him, or maybe it’s knowing that it might be the last thing he does, but suddenly he doesn’t give a shit anymore about the embarrassment he’s been feeling since he started having a chick-flick moment with Cas a minute from the end of the world. Or about the fact that there are people watching them.

“I love you, dammit, and I’d really like to have enough time to put it into practice,” he blurts, and then Cas’s eyes get even wider, and Dean doesn’t have any more time. They’re so close already, bare inches between them, since after all Dean is still the one holding Cas up, and it takes nothing to close the distance and kiss Cas as gently as he can.

A second after their lips meet, Cas’s arms reach up for his shoulders and Cas’s lips part for him and shit, Dean can’t say what Cas tastes like because he can’t find the words, but when Cas’s tongue meets his he decides that if he dies doing this, then it was worth it. Cas kisses him like a starved man, all urgency and no style, his split lip breaking again (and damn but his blood somehow doesn’t taste like copper), his hands gripping Dean’s shoulders so hard that it hurts, but Dean also thinks that he’s… smiling into the kiss?

But then Cas leans away and throws his head back, and he starts to glow white right there in Dean’s arms. Beams of blinding light appear from the stones, all headed to the center and towards Cas. Dean screams as another beam of light shoots out from Cas’s mouth as soon as the other four merge in his body, and then the beam breaks through the roof. Cas is burning right now, and Dean is half-sure that his arms might fall off at some point, but he closes his eyes and doesn’t let go.

It lasts maybe thirty seconds; when Dean opens his eyes again, Cas slumps forward in his arms, his body limp in a way that Dean doesn’t like at all; the stones aren’t glowing anymore and the sky he can see through the hole in the roof is clear and blue. Whatever Cas did, it obviously worked since everyone is still alive in here. He barely notices that his arms hurt and that there are burns all over the inner side, where he had kept them around Cas before.

He can faintly the others whooping and probably hugging each other, but he doesn’t pay attention. He turns his attention back on Cas. His lips are dark red now, a bit swollen, but he’s too pale and definitely not conscious. There’s a faint pulse, but that’s it, and shit, no.

“Cas… Cas, come on, don’t do this to me right now, okay? You know, dying when I go and have the hugest chick-flick moment of history with you is kind of unfair. I meant all that, you know? It’s just rude to check out now. Shit, don’t – I don’t need you to go all Snow-White on me, damn –”

He stops talking as Cas opens his eyes, and why does he look sort of confused?

“I don’t think I understand that reference,” he whispers under his breath, his voice hoarse, but it’s enough. Dean feels too tired for… anything, and he lets himself fall to his knees, bringing Cas down with him, and if he’s laughing then he has all reasons to.

“Don’t ever change,” he whispers back before kissing Cas again, his heart skipping a beat when Cas kisses back without a second of hesitation, and he’s half-sure that Balthazar is the one whistling at them, but he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about is that he isn’t being obliterated any time soon and that he has years to show Cas everything that was worth saving, and there isn’t anything else that he could wish for right now.


“So,” President Henriksen says as he walks inside Chuck Shurley’s lab, “where are our heroes? I have twenty minutes before the press conference.”

Sam, who has been in that room since they hauled his brother and Cas inside some kind of machine that Chuck guaranteed would make them look as new in one hour. They kind of needed it because Cas was beyond exhausted and Dean had fainted just after the second time they kissed, not to mention that his arms had second degree burns, and Sam is going to need bleach for that. At least Bobby has been good company until now. He should call Andy to make sure that their small apartment which is more or less the registered office of their former church is still in one piece, considering that Ash and Balthazar are staying there for the moment, but it can wait.

And hey, he shook hands with the President; it isn’t that bad, right? He’s also thinking about going back to school now that he doesn’t have a mission to save the universe on his hands, but all in good time.

“Of course,” Chuck says, words rushing out of his mouth, “let me just take a look and – oh. Uhm. Mister President,” he keeps on after glancing inside the machine and turning back to the other people inside the room, his cheeks flushing red, “I don’t – I don’t think it’s a good idea to do it right now. Maybe in ten minutes –”

“Shurley, I have a press conference in fifteen minutes. I’d suggest that –”

He’s interrupted by Bobby’s phone ringing. “Singer, what – oh, yes, he’s here, but – hey, what the hell –”

“Who’s that?” Henricksen asks. Sam thinks that he already knows, even if he only heard the voice faintly.

“Er, Dean Winchester’s father, or so he says.”

“What? Hand it here, Singer!”

Sam is half-sure that this isn’t going to end well, if he knows what makes his dad tick. Henricksen takes the phone and starts talking, his voice a lot more cheerful than ten seconds before.

“Mister Winchester! This is the President, and I wanted to thank you on behalf of –”

“You can’t be him!”

Yes, Sam thinks, the voice coming from that phone is most definitely his dad.

“The President is a goddamn idiot and you don’t sound like one! I want to know where my son –”

Sam mentions for the President to hand the phone over and Henricksen does it as if the phone burns.

“Dad? It’s Sam.”

“Sam? What the hell are you doing with –”

“Dad. That was the President, by the way. And Dean, uuuh, Dean can’t answer you right now, but I think that we should talk instead.”

“What – why – why can’t Dean answer?”

“Believe me, he can’t,” Sam replies as he glances through a small glass panel that permits to see what’s happening inside that machine.

And considering where Dean has his hands right now, and the tongue Sam saw as he kissed Cas as if it was the last thing he did in this life, Sam thinks that he’ll need a lot of brain bleach in the next two hours or so.

“What is he doing that is so important?”

“Screwing his boyfriend six ways to Sunday!” Sam replies, realizing after one second that he actually shouted it out loud. He shouldn’t have thought that only because he hasn’t talked to his dad in years they wouldn’t start screaming at each other after one minute.

John doesn’t answer, the President suddenly stops urging Shurley to open the damned machine and Bobby is muttering something along the lines of at least the idjit got something good out of this mess.

This went better than I thought, Sam thinks. Now he only has to hope that Dean doesn’t kill him when he learns that Sam outed him to his real father, to his surrogate father (Sam isn’t the kind of idiot that doesn’t notice such a thing when in front of his eyes) and to the President of the United States at the same time.


“So,” Dean whispers against Cas’s ear, “was the world worth saving?”

Cas’s hand reaches up and covers his cheek, and while the blue light inside the machine makes everything look weird, at least Cas’s eyes are the same as ever. And Cas looks so happy right now that Dean has no doubt about the answer.

“It was,” Cas agrees. “But… you mentioned something about using your tongue if I wished?”

Cas’s smirk is downright dirty, and Dean… Dean has no hurry to get out of this thing they’re in, especially since it means that neither of them gets tired or needs time to pull themselves together for round two.

“That’s what you want? You want me to touch you just with that?”

Please,” Cas whispers as Dean kisses him again.

“When you ask so nicely, I can’t say no,” Dean says, and as he kisses his way downward, from Cas’s lips to his neck to the scars on his stomach, he feels Cas arching into the touch. He smiles slightly as he takes his time. The cut on his hip has scarred already and his bruises are gone, thanks to the thing they’re in, but that particular scar on the hip is visible enough; Dean takes his time tracing it with his tongue, kissing the places next to it where the skin is whole. Cas is halfway hard when he’s done, and Dean is looking forward to finishing the job; he leaves Cas a second of respite before moving down to his groin. He doesn’t go for it at once – he lets his tongue trail along Cas’s thigh for a bit, then moves so that he can swirl it around the head of Cas’s cock. Cas whimpers, his hips jerking up, and Dean loves how responsive Cas is.

But he also never was one for teasing much, and he isn’t feeling like teasing now for sure; he waits another second before taking Cas’s cock inside his mouth, going slow and stopping when he knows he has reached his limit. It’s not quite all of it, but Cas doesn’t seem to mind, not as Dean decides that it’s time to speed things up. He runs his tongue along the head again, feeling Cas growing harder still; he isn’t surprised when Cas’s hands reach for his head, and when that prevents him from moving too much. But he kind of likes that Cas has initiative, and pretty damn good initiative, and he doesn’t mind it too much when Cas’s hips thrust up again.

He lets Cas set the pace and puts into practice all the things he has always liked when a girl went down on him – he keeps his tongue moving and when he isn’t he sucks down on Cas’s length. He wishes he hadn’t said he’d have used his tongue only, because there are things he’d really like to do with his hands right now, but then again there’ll be time for that. He’s ready for it when Cas tenses and the fingers in his hair tighten their hold; he doesn’t move as Cas comes. It isn’t too hard, after all this is round number three since touching turned into kissing, and then kissing into touching below the waist some time ago; and it’s good because swallowing doesn’t make him choke. Cas shakes and trembles, and damn but he loves Cas’s voice like this. He moans low in his throat when he isn’t saying Dean’s name all over again and Dean thinks he won’t get tired of that anytime soon. As he won’t get tired of finding ways to wrench those moans and little throaty sounds out of Cas, that’s for sure. He feels his own cock twitch in interest as he moves away and he ignores it for now. He’ll have time to take care of it later.

He leans on his elbow and before he can move to his previous position, Cas is sitting up and bringing him down on the ground as they kiss, slow and easy, and damn Dean could kiss Cas forever. His lips are kiss-swollen when they part, and even if they look a color between dark blue and violet in this absolutely useless light, Dean imagines them being bright pink, the same color as the hickey he left on Cas’s shoulder half an hour ago should be.

“So, are you satisfied with the service?” he whispers as he leans down next to Cas again.

Yes,” Cas breathes out before putting his hand behind Dean’s neck and pulling him down for an open-mouthed kiss that turns Dean’s knees jelly.

“I was thinking,” Dean says. “As soon as they get me a new license, we should go on vacation. I mean, we’re legally married and didn’t even take a week off?”

Cas raises an eyebrow, his face screaming weird human customs, but I guess they’re fine, and then leans closer, his lips an inch from Dean’s. “I think that I would like that. Very much.”

“That’s settled then,” Dean answers, his fingers carding through Cas’s hair, and not for the first time he thinks that there isn’t a thing he’d have done differently.

Also, they’re so not getting out of here for a while. There are a couple other things he was planning to show Cas still, and if Cas’s smile as soon as Dean tells him his plans says something, is that he doesn’t want to get out of here anytime soon either.

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Kevin Jonesmulder200 on October 2nd, 2011 05:58 pm (UTC)
OMG! I was so waiting for this and it's even better than I thought it would be! Congrats!

And leaver it to Dean to give Cas a reason to save the world and also get some hot action to boot!

I just love a good Happy Ending!
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/castiel 2.0janie_tangerine on October 2nd, 2011 08:05 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear it delivered! :D thanks so much, I'm really glad that you liked it. And ff of course Dean can be convincing. And he'd honor his promises. ;)
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the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on October 2nd, 2011 08:04 pm (UTC)
I can work with hugs! ;) and hee it just fit the pairing way too much. Also Dean wouldn't hate being Bruce Willis I think. ;) thanks for reading! :D
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the female ghost of tom joad: WIN!janie_tangerine on October 2nd, 2011 09:14 pm (UTC)
(... mmmh, I think it shows that I might be a closeted Sam/Balthazar shipper? XDDD closeted because I never had the chance to write it, but I totally ship them. XD feel free to ship them as you wish ;) )

Heee, thank you! :D I'm so glad that you liked it! And well I always thought that the last scene in that movie was totally priceless, so I couldn't resist adding the extra Sam bitch face as he renders everyone speechless. :D And I'm really glad the adapting worked for you since while I do love that movie to bits, if I wanted to do it with SPN people I couldn't really keep everything, so I just tried to fit it to the show canon as much as I could. :)

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dauntperplexitydauntperplexity on October 2nd, 2011 09:27 pm (UTC)
Okay, honestly, I was watching this movie a few weeks ago and was totally thinking that someone should write a fusion of it with Supernatural. So when I saw it turn up, you can't imagine how excited I was.

Besides all of that, this was amazing and great and awesome. Cas is Leelo in every way. Gosh, I love this movie, and I love the show, and you're ability to put them together makes me so happy!

And that ending... very nice!!!
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural dean/castiel 2.0janie_tangerine on October 2nd, 2011 09:31 pm (UTC)
It was a fusion made to be! ;) Also I'm sure that Dean doesn't mind being Bruce Willis. XD I'm so glad that it worked for you also in terms of show stuff mixed with movie stuff, thanks! (And heee Cas IS Leeloo indeed.. with the multipass and everything else XD)

Hey, I always felt cheated that we never got to see what was exactly happening inside that thing! It was Bruce Willis AND Milla Jovovich! I figured I couldn't go fade to black now. ;)
theflywhotheflywho on October 2nd, 2011 09:35 pm (UTC)
that was great!
the female ghost of tom joad: tangerinesjanie_tangerine on October 2nd, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
thank you so much, glad you liked it! :D
Kheldar Leighannmissjigsaw23 on October 3rd, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
I can say nothing except that I love you. This was perfect, and well worth the wait, and thank you SO much for doing this <3
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on October 3rd, 2011 07:45 am (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much! :D I'm so glad that it delivered in spite of my uber failure at keeping dates ♥
Luckyreticentric on October 3rd, 2011 06:42 am (UTC)
This was awesome! I love The 5th Element so hard; and I liked the little changes you made while keeping the same basic outline hehe. <3
the female ghost of tom joad: jen/misha kissjanie_tangerine on October 3rd, 2011 07:59 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D I'm so glad that it worked for you, and that the changes did as well ♥.
Artmetica: Misha luvartmetica on October 3rd, 2011 12:27 pm (UTC)
Aaah sorry I meant to drop the comment yesterday but I fell asleep XD

Yaaaay this was such a fun read, I enjoyed the SPN twist to this! I'm glad you included the sexy, sexy times ;) hehe...
I like Dean with scars on his chest, and I wonder how Impala looks as a cab XP
John made me laugh, he's so nosy just like Korben's mother! XD And at some point before they met Balthazar I was worried that they would cut the guy open :p Thank you for letting Balthazar live! ;p
the female ghost of tom joad: misha = awesomejanie_tangerine on October 3rd, 2011 09:26 pm (UTC)
happens to me all the time ;)

Thanks so much! :DD I'm so glad that you liked it and that the changes worked for you. XD And hee well I felt cheated for the lack of real sexytimes in the original so I figured I could make up for it. ;) The Impala probably looks better without the cab outfit though. And lol I had thought for a second if I should have Mary in that role but then I was like '... nah, Korben's mom is SO John'. XD also a) I wasn't killing Balthazar <33 b) I'm horrible at describing anything resembling gore, so it was in my interest to skip. ;)
Annwyn: Ann WIN BRannwyn on October 3rd, 2011 07:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you Janie, it was a great ride.

Well what can I say? That I love you? But you already know that. At least I hope.

You have this talent to put D/C in any other world and yet make them very IC.

Every time I read that you wrote something, I get all happy and excited... Geez too much happy, it IS fanficton afterall.

Every time I read something of yours... I'm left all smiles. And books in general should give you smiles, because good books "awaken" something inside. That's what you manage to do, every fucking time I read something of yours.

So... Thank you girl, and for the 100th times I love you, and yes I mean it, thank you and never stop writing please.

You're special.
the female ghost of tom joad: h50 konojanie_tangerine on October 3rd, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks so much! :D

And hee I'm so glad that the recasting worked for you. I like doing AUs a whole damn lot I guess? And well if it makes you happy it makes me happy by proxy. ;) Especially if it leaves you smiling, that's kind of the best thing you couls say to me. <3 you're welcome and thanks again! And I'm not planning on quitting anytime soon. ;)
DR Lisa!!dazedrose on October 4th, 2011 12:35 pm (UTC)
Pure amazing writing. I love the movie and the way you wrote this made it play out in my head as I read. Love the characteristics and set ups. Very solid and awesome story my dear.
the female ghost of tom joad: misha = awesomejanie_tangerine on October 14th, 2011 07:42 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks! I'm so glad that you liked it especially if you liked the movie to start with. :) and that the re-casting worked as well. ;)
vallie82vallie82 on October 4th, 2011 03:54 pm (UTC)
I just remebered that I forgot to comment on this when I stayed up way to late Sunday night reading.

I re-watched the Fifth element the day before you posted this so I had the story fresh in mind when I read this. And I really love the movie, but seriously, I would have wanted to see these characters and these slightly different events happen instead!

You wrote it perfectly and used the SPN chars and angels and demons bit awesomly! I´m glad you didn´t kill off Balthazar, I´m rather fond of him and prefers stories where he stays alive!

This was definitely supergreen! :)
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural cas/balthy wtfjanie_tangerine on October 14th, 2011 07:45 pm (UTC)
And I totally managed to reply to this now, so I guess it makes me the one who got here late. ;)

Seriously, thanks so much! I'm really glad that it worked for you (and with the movie fresh in mind, too! ;) ) and that you liked the changes too. :) also heee Balthazar is one of my favorite people ever, I wasn't really going to off him. Also because it'd have meant writing stuff that is way too gory for my description skills. ;) thanks so very much again! <33

sevvy23sevvy23 on October 5th, 2011 02:33 am (UTC)
Awesome job, once again!!! Damn it's been ages since i saw this movie, but i'm totally having flasback of this curious period when everyone in France was answering "Leeloo Wallace, multi-pass" when asked for their ID... ;)
I think "I'm so growing a vagina" is a perfect line, and so Dean, it killed me!
Crowley as Jean Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg? I approve SO MUCH!
Oh, and yay for the sink vocabulary, lol!
So yeah, even in a Fifth Zlement fusion you keep everyone perfectly in character, that's talent! XD
the female ghost of tom joad: sirensjanie_tangerine on October 14th, 2011 07:36 pm (UTC)
OMG LOL I wish I had lived in France when that movie was out XDD anyway thanks so much! :DD I'm really glad that you liked the whole thing, especially if the original was known territory. ;) (and Dean should be less worried of growing vaginas. Also lol yeah I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HOW SINKS ARE MADE NOW! ... accomplishments, I reach them.) ♥

ninjapsammeadninjapsammead on October 7th, 2011 02:05 am (UTC)
Oh yeah.
I read on a review blog somewhere that you write the best dean/cas au's and OHMIGAWD is it true. I just really love your stories. This one was adorable.
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural + nick cave = otpjanie_tangerine on October 14th, 2011 07:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Oh yeah.
.. aw, someone said that? That's way too nice. And I feel flattered now. Thanks so much, I'm so glad that you liked this! :D
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Giulia: Spn_subtexte0wyn on January 2nd, 2012 01:19 pm (UTC)
Questa fic era nella mia to read list da un pezzo, perdonami ma solo ora durante le vacanze ho avuto tempo di leggerla :p Anyway, proprio bella! Mi ha messo voglia di rivedere il film ;p
rainonparaderainonparade on January 29th, 2012 04:50 am (UTC)
Oh goodness. This was so perfect. I had no idea that I needed this until I started reading.