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[#010] Whatever You Want (Supernatural)
Theme Prompt: #010- Overindulgence
Title: Whatever You Want
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 692
Summary: Set during S09E01 - the angels have fallen and Cas is newly human.
Takes place during S09E01:
Cas looked across at Hael, his expression earnest. “There's opportunity for you, the others who have fallen, to do finally do what you would like to do – not just what you've been told.”
She looked back at him. “And what would I like to do?”
“You tell me. If you could do anything, what would it be?”
Cas waited while she considered the question. What would he want to do in her position? What, in fact, had he done, except make many mistakes and cause untold trouble.
“There's a place,” Hael said at last. “I built it when I was last here – many years ago. A grand canyon.”
“The Grand Canyon, yes.” Cas had seen pictures. It was very impressive.
“I - I would like to see that.” Her hesitation was telling. Angels just weren’t used to having the power of choice.
“Let's go see the Grand Canyon, then,” Cas said. An idea had come to him in the meantime, though. “But first, there’s something I’d like to do.”
He had lost his grace. A gaping emptiness inside him was all that remained. He wasn’t ready to face the consequences of that yet. But there were potential advantages. Small ones, to be sure, but Cas was determined to make the most of the opportunity.
He led Hael inside the diner and chose a booth. How many times had he sat opposite Dean in a place like this, watching his friend eat? Now it was his turn.
A waitress approached, notebook and pencil in hand. “What’ll it be?”
“Bring me pie,” Cas said.
The waitress looked down at him, her expression bored. “We’ve got apple, blueberry, cherry, key lime, pecan or pumpkin.”
“I’ll take one of each, please.”
The waitress’ pencil froze, poised to write his choice. “One of each? That’s a lot of pie.”
“Yes. But I’ve never had pie before so I don’t know which flavours I like. I have a friend who is a very strong advocate for pie so I’d like to ensure I give it a fair chance.”
The waitress stared at him for a long moment, then blinked twice. “One of each it is.” She turned to Hael. “What about you, hon?”
“I don’t consume food,” Hael said.
The waitress blinked rapidly again. “Ooo-kay…”
She came back with six pieces of pie in short order and took her time arranging them on the table in front of Cas. “Enjoy.”
And that’s exactly what Cas did. He started in on the first piece of pie and took them in turn, chewing carefully, considering each new flavour as he reached it. Hael just watched him in silence, seemingly mesmerised by the act of eating.
By the fifth piece, Cas was slowing down. What had started out as a pleasurable experience was becoming more difficult. The previously exquisite crumbliness of the pastry was now sticking in his teeth and the sweetness of the filling was now cloying. But he was determined to finish the task he had set himself so he forged onwards. Halfway through the last piece of pie, something inside him shifted abruptly. There was a bubbling sensation deep in his gut and an unpleasant sensation roiled through his stomach.
Cas leapt up from the table and ran to the restroom. He just made it into one of the stalls before the six pieces of pie made their reappearance. It was much less enjoyable having his food travel in the opposite direction. And the smell! What had been beautifully constructed sustenance only minutes before was now a disgusting mush that assailed his senses in a most unfortunate way. Cas staggered away from the mess he had made and worked his way back through the diner to where Hael waited.
As he walked past the counter, the waitress said, “Well, that was predictable. You’ve still got to pay for all six pieces, you know.”
Cas pulled out the rumpled notes the man in the truck had given him and dropped several of them on the table. Hael looked up at him expectantly.
“Being human is complicated and messy,” he said. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”
Title: Whatever You Want
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 692
Summary: Set during S09E01 - the angels have fallen and Cas is newly human.
Takes place during S09E01:
Cas looked across at Hael, his expression earnest. “There's opportunity for you, the others who have fallen, to do finally do what you would like to do – not just what you've been told.”
She looked back at him. “And what would I like to do?”
“You tell me. If you could do anything, what would it be?”
Cas waited while she considered the question. What would he want to do in her position? What, in fact, had he done, except make many mistakes and cause untold trouble.
“There's a place,” Hael said at last. “I built it when I was last here – many years ago. A grand canyon.”
“The Grand Canyon, yes.” Cas had seen pictures. It was very impressive.
“I - I would like to see that.” Her hesitation was telling. Angels just weren’t used to having the power of choice.
“Let's go see the Grand Canyon, then,” Cas said. An idea had come to him in the meantime, though. “But first, there’s something I’d like to do.”
He had lost his grace. A gaping emptiness inside him was all that remained. He wasn’t ready to face the consequences of that yet. But there were potential advantages. Small ones, to be sure, but Cas was determined to make the most of the opportunity.
He led Hael inside the diner and chose a booth. How many times had he sat opposite Dean in a place like this, watching his friend eat? Now it was his turn.
A waitress approached, notebook and pencil in hand. “What’ll it be?”
“Bring me pie,” Cas said.
The waitress looked down at him, her expression bored. “We’ve got apple, blueberry, cherry, key lime, pecan or pumpkin.”
“I’ll take one of each, please.”
The waitress’ pencil froze, poised to write his choice. “One of each? That’s a lot of pie.”
“Yes. But I’ve never had pie before so I don’t know which flavours I like. I have a friend who is a very strong advocate for pie so I’d like to ensure I give it a fair chance.”
The waitress stared at him for a long moment, then blinked twice. “One of each it is.” She turned to Hael. “What about you, hon?”
“I don’t consume food,” Hael said.
The waitress blinked rapidly again. “Ooo-kay…”
She came back with six pieces of pie in short order and took her time arranging them on the table in front of Cas. “Enjoy.”
And that’s exactly what Cas did. He started in on the first piece of pie and took them in turn, chewing carefully, considering each new flavour as he reached it. Hael just watched him in silence, seemingly mesmerised by the act of eating.
By the fifth piece, Cas was slowing down. What had started out as a pleasurable experience was becoming more difficult. The previously exquisite crumbliness of the pastry was now sticking in his teeth and the sweetness of the filling was now cloying. But he was determined to finish the task he had set himself so he forged onwards. Halfway through the last piece of pie, something inside him shifted abruptly. There was a bubbling sensation deep in his gut and an unpleasant sensation roiled through his stomach.
Cas leapt up from the table and ran to the restroom. He just made it into one of the stalls before the six pieces of pie made their reappearance. It was much less enjoyable having his food travel in the opposite direction. And the smell! What had been beautifully constructed sustenance only minutes before was now a disgusting mush that assailed his senses in a most unfortunate way. Cas staggered away from the mess he had made and worked his way back through the diner to where Hael waited.
As he walked past the counter, the waitress said, “Well, that was predictable. You’ve still got to pay for all six pieces, you know.”
Cas pulled out the rumpled notes the man in the truck had given him and dropped several of them on the table. Hael looked up at him expectantly.
“Being human is complicated and messy,” he said. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”