Fic: The Visit: SPN

[patriciatepes]

Title: The Visit
Author: patriciatepes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Daphne Allen
Length: ~1000
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for up to S9.
Warnings: Sexual encounter not graphical detailed.
A/N: Written for spnpairingbingo square, Castiel/Minor!Canon Human and for spnspiration bingo square, Extremely Minor Character POV. I hope this qualifies as both! And I am a very busy beaver this Halloween, lol!
Summary: Daphne had waited for him, and one day, he came back to visit.

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The Visit

She knew that her husband would return one day. Daphne Allen was a believer, above all else. So she knew, absolutely knew, that her husband would return. And, like a rock in the pit of her stomach, she also knew that he wouldn't be the same man who had left.

It took some time. A couple of years, to be exact, but the man she had helped named Emmanuel did arrive on her doorstep on a sunny Saturday afternoon. He was driving a beige vehicle, a Cadillac. She heard the groan of the door's hinges before she heard the knock on her front door. But her heart swelled. Always a believer, and more often than not, she was always proven right.

The knock sounded, but Daphne's hand was already on the doorknob. She yanked it open and was met by the familiar, missed, sheepish grin of her husband. Her face lit up as she opened up the door all the way, moving to stand just in the threshold.

"Emmanuel!" she exclaimed.

The grin morphed into a soft frown and a gentle shake of the head. Daphne's smile vanished, though not into a frown, and she nodded once.

"Not Emmanuel. You've found yourself," she said, feeling proud and trying to let it shine through in her words. "What should I call you now?"

"Castiel."

Daphne pursed her lips together, and stepped aside, motioning for him to enter. Castiel, as he was now, seemed confused. She grinned.

"I'm not angry. I knew you were important. I knew you would leave one day to some important mission, possibly never to return. But, since you have returned, I would like to hear what happened. If you don't mind sharing your story."

Castiel smiled and stepped into the house. "I'd like that."

She followed him into the living room that the both of them knew well. He took a seat on the couch, comfortable now like he had never left, and Daphne asked if she could fix him anything. Emmanuel had never really eaten, seeming to take displeasure in the flavors of food. But Castiel nodded.

"Coffee, if you don't mind."

Coffee. So casual a drink. So simple a request. She bustled away to put on a pot as if she had done it a hundred times before just for him. It brewed quickly, and she had to fight the urge to run into the living room with the two cups of java, afraid in her heart that this was all some cruel hallucination her mind was giving her weary heart. But Castiel was there, still sitting on the couch, hunched forward just a little, with his hands clasped together and resting in his lap. He graced her with a smile, reaching up and thanking her for the white mug of steaming coffee he took from her. She took a seat next to him, setting her own mug on the table without a sip taken from it.

Daphne eyed his face, his bright blue eyes and short black hair. He sipped his coffee idly, his eyes never turning to meet hers. There was something different about him. She could feel it rolling off of him in tiny waves.

"You're an angel," she said.

He turned to her then, eyes narrowed. She smiled.

"I'm right, aren't I? That's why I couldn't keep you. Angels aren't meant to be kept."

He set his mug down, turning and taking her hands slowly in his. She closed her eyes. She knew what came next. She had already lived this moment over and over again in her mind. He had come to give her closure, to talk about his new, greater mission, to ask her forgiveness, and finally, to leave.

"I'm sorry," he began.

"Don't." she said, shaking her head a little harder than necessary. "You don't have to. I know. I already know. Just… just tell me where you were. Where you've been. Everything."

And he did. He told her about reuniting with his friends, about the terrible things he had done and forgotten when she had found him. He told her of the fall of Heaven, and the betrayal he had endured. And he told her of the despicable, stolen Grace inside of him.

"I'm not worthy… of anything. But I knew, when I stole this power, this other angel's Grace, that if I was going to do it, then I would use it to make things right, once and for all. To correct what I had destroyed. And I knew I must include you, my poor, forgotten wife, in that."

He was so beaten down. So humiliated before her. So sad. She gripped his hands tight, pulling herself forward and pressing her lips against his. He returned her kiss, lifting one hand to wrap his fingers in her hair. Then, after too brief a moment, he broke away, shaking his head.

"I shouldn't. It's not right, for you."

"You are my husband, or at least you were," Daphne insisted. "And we never got to be just a husband and wife. Give me this one last thing. Please. Before you leave."

She pressed her lips against his again, and this time, he did not break the kiss. Instead, his hands trailed her body, holding her tightly against himself. They moved into the bedroom, undressing each other sweetly before climbing into bed. They showered kisses up and down each other bodies, their breaths coming in heavy gasps as they came together as one, moving and moaning. When they were both spent, Daphne knew that she should feel sad, feel regret, but she felt neither. Instead, she kissed him chastely on the cheek.

"Goodbye," she whispered.

And Castiel nodded. He rose, dressed, and left. For a long moment, Daphne laid in her bed, a smile on her lips. It had been a lovely visit, the perfect goodbye, and just the gift of freedom she had needed.

Comments

[twisted-slinky.livejournal.com]

This is completely in my head!canon. I think it would be great if this happened in an episode. I mean, took him this long to get back to Claire, so I can foresee this happening at some point. :)