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Supernatural Fic - Long Nights in Cold Months  
This is a D/C micro-AU I wrote a while back for sycophantastic. Somehow we got on the topic of insomniac!fic, and this was the result. I realized it was a decent enough size, so I thought I'd post it to my journal. It's pretty short for an AU, though. Happy reading!

Title: Long Nights in Cold Months
Pairing: Dean/Cas (AU)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2200
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: When you're an insomniac, you get used to the "what the hell are you doing up, man?" look. Dean just hopes the guy who's stocking the shelves will stop giving it to him long enough to help him find some damn pineapple.


Walmart at four in the morning is a special kind of hell. They keep the lights up, the music up, and they try to pretend it's not dead, that the only people there aren't meth-heads or insomniacs or both.

Dean's never done meth, but he is an honest-to-god insomniac. He used to take some pills that the clinic prescribed, but they gave him nightmares like you wouldn't believe--he'd dream someone was suffocating him or that all the air had turned to poison gas. One night he woke up, soaked in sweat, and flushed the rest of the bottle down the toilet before he was even really conscious enough to know what he was doing. He hasn't taken anything since.

Now he just walks. He walks out of his shitty little apartment at night and then he wanders until dawn. As the sun comes up, he collapses into his broken-down mattress and knows nothing for two hours, then he drags his sorry ass into the shower and goes to work.

Tonight he decides that he needs fruit. He really just wants a damn piece of pineapple, and he doesn't even know why. He gets cravings sometimes. So he walks down the street and he sees Walmart and he thinks pineapple, so he goes in.


"You got pineapple?" he says to a guy wearing a namebadge.

"Canned or fresh?" the guy asks. According to the badge, he's called Cas. The A is crooked. Dean wonders briefly if Cas put it on that way himself or if someone did it for him.

"Fresh," Dean decides.

"Produce," Cas replies. After a second of waiting for Dean to come up with a satisfactory response, he adds, "It's over there."

"It's late," Dean says, as if in apology, and wanders away, dodging a guy running the floor polisher.

They have chunked pineapple in the cold case, and big spiky whole ones in a freestanding island. He stands there, completely indecisive. He just wants some fucking pineapple, it shouldn't be this hard.

"Get the whole one," Cas says from somewhere over near the pears. "We cut the stuff in the case almost a week ago."

"Cool, thanks," Dean says.

"Don't mention it."


"That was the best damn pineapple I've ever had," Dean says the next night.

"You should always eat it fresh," Cas replies, rotating cans of Great Value string beans. "Though it would probably be even better if you didn't get it from here."

Dean blinks. "Isn't that, like, treason? For a store employee?"

Cas raises an eyebrow at him and walks away without replying.


On Thursday, the guy says to him, "Why are you here again?"

"Can't sleep," Dean replies, which is the truth. The barebones truth, but never mind that. "Can I help?"

Cas looks at the boxes of Ritz crackers that he's arranging on the shelf. "No. I get paid to do this."

"Okay," Dean says.

Somewhere near Sporting Goods, the floor polisher whines.


The next Tuesday, Cas says, "I'm heading out for a break. You want to come?"

"Sure," Dean says.

They sit on a picnic bench out back, Cas on the seat and Dean on the table itself. It's surrounded by a privacy fence, so it doesn't even really feel like outside, except for the winter chill. Dean stuffs his hands into his pockets to keep them warm.

"Cigarette?" Cas asks, shaking one out of a crumpled pack.

"I don't smoke anymore," Dean replies.

"I don't either," Cas agrees, placing the cigarette between his lips. "But you get longer breaks if you do. The night manager's a chimney."

"Oh," Dean murmurs.

It's quiet for a few moments, then Cas says suddenly, "This isn't what I do."


"This isn't what I do. I teach. At the college. I'm an associate professor."

"No shit?" Dean says, squinting at him in the dim light.

"Hard times," Cas says, the words softened and slurred around the cigarette. "They let a quarter of the department go. They cut me down to one class, but at least I'm still employed."

"Not employed enough," Dean replies. It's a reasonable observation, he thinks.

"No. Imagine that--nine years of higher education and a doctorate and I end up working the skeleton shift at a Walmart."

Dean shifts awkwardly. "That's rough, man."

Cas makes a low rumble in reply.

They sit there in silence for another few minutes, then Cas tucks his unlit cigarette back into its crushed pack, stands, and heads back for the door.

Dean follows quietly, but cuts a right at the Dairy section and heads out of the store.


The next night, he finds Cas cleaning the glass in the freezer section.

"What do you teach?" he asks.

"Classical archeology," Cas says, without looking up. "I specialize in building materials."

"That is...specialized," Dean agrees.

Cas says nothing, just spritzes more cleaning fluid onto the glass.

"I'm an orderly," Dean blurts suddenly. "At Pine Hills."

That makes Cas look up. "The retirement home on Sixth?"

"Yeah," Dean nods. "Bed pans and sponge baths, that's what I do."

"Do you like it?"

"It's okay," Dean says. After moment, he adds quietly, "I hate watching them die."

"Oh," Cas replies. Dean doesn't blame him. There's not much else to say.

A few aisles over, a box of cereal hits the linoleum. "Sorry," someone yelps, apologizing to the air.

Cas finishes cleaning the door and closes it before moving on to the next one.

The heat from his body makes the glass fog up when he opens the door, and Dean reaches around and dot-dot-dashes a smiley face into the condensation.

Cas wipes it away with his cloth, but Dean thinks he sees the ghost of a smile appear before he does.


"Fuck you, it is not," Dean says incredulously.

"I swear to you," Cas insists, "the Coliseum was constructed in concrete. What did you think it was made out of?"

"I don't know, marble?"

"Something that big? No chance."

"I can't believe the Romans even had concrete," Dean snorts.

"If they didn't create it, they certainly perfected it," Cas shrugs, cutting open a crate of yogurt.

"Just think," Dean chuckles, "if it wasn't for them, this building probably wouldn't even exist."

"Now isn't that a pleasant concept," Cas mutters, sliding four cartons of Yoplait into place at once.

Dean laughs for the first time in ages.


"Yeah, he's out west, he's got this gorgeous wife and they got a baby. He's lucky--the kid got my looks instead of his."

"I hope he punched you for that remark," Cas smiles around his cigarette.

Thick, fat snowflakes are falling, the last of the season. One skirts over Dean's cheek and he rubs at the spot while grinning. "You got any brothers or sisters?"

"None that I know of," Cas says. "But that's okay."

"Man, but who do you talk to?"

Cas shrugs. "At this point? Mostly you."

Dean snorts and shakes the snow out of his hair, but he's secretly a little pleased.


"I think you should," Cas says, rounding the corner into the baking supplies aisle with his push-broom.

"Yeah?" Dean says nervously, walking alongside. "I don't know, I'd have to get a couple of loans."

"It's a big pay jump--you could work in practitioners' offices. Plus, it's only an associate's degree. You can have that done in eighteen months. I think it's worth it."

"That's what Sam said."

"There you go, then."


March comes in like the lion, and Dean breathes in cold, wet air from the vestibule. It should be dawn soon, but you'd never know it from the black, low-hanging clouds. Raindrops distort reflected light all over the parking lot, and everything smells like metal and earthworms.

"This is terrible," Cas says, appearing next to him. He's in the process of shrugging into a tan trenchcoat that at least looks somewhat water-resistant. Dean's cotton jacket doesn't stand a chance against the rain.

"Mm," Dean agrees.

"Let me give you a ride," Cas says. "It wouldn't be any trouble."

That's how Dean finds himself giving directions in the dark, squinting past the water left behind by Cas's bald wiper blades, trying to remember that walking routes are not the same as driving routes.

They make it back to his apartment building more by luck than skill, but the end justifies the means in situations like this. "Thanks," Dean says. He always appreciates not being soaked to the skin.

That's when Cas kisses him.

It's fast, close-mouthed, and chaste, and it completely short-circuits Dean's brain.

They'd been flirting, then. He'd been flirting, he knew, but Cas was kind of a weird dude and Dean had thought maybe that was just friendly for the guy, but no, they'd definitely been flirting, then.

Dean twists in his seat, leans into it. Brings his hand up to fist in Cas's coat and jerk him in too.

It's open-mouthed then, warm and slow, and Dean lets himself run his hand up the back of Cas's neck into the bristly-short hairs at his nape.

Raindrops make popping sounds off the windshield, but it's the headlights of a passing car that makes Dean pull back.

"I'd invite you up," he says, "I would, but the place is a mess, and--"

"It's okay, that's okay," Cas replies quickly. "Some other time."

"Right," Dean agrees hastily. "Some other time. Thanks again, really. Good night."

"Morning," Cas says. "Good morning."

"Yeah," Dean grins as he steps out of the car. "Good morning."


"New quarter starts next week," Cas says. "I got picked up for a full courseload again, because one of the Greek professors retired."

"That's awesome," Dean says, checking all of the loaves of bread for any that are past their sell-by date.

"I'm quitting."

"What?" Dean half-yelps, shoving a loaf of Sara Lee back onto the shelf.

"Here, I mean. If I'm going to be teaching three classes a day, I can't afford to work nights anymore."

"Shit," Dean murmurs.

Cas tosses a few packages of pita bread onto a low shelf. "I thought I didn't mind the job so much, but then I really considered it, and I hate it. I hate making minimum wage and staying up all night and wearing this tag with the damned crooked letters."

Dean says nothing.

"The only reason I thought I liked this job at all," Cas continues, concentrating on unpacking the pita, "is you."

Dean looks at him sharply, surprise dancing across his features. But Cas is just shelving products, face turned away and impassive.

"And I figured I could have you over whenever I wanted. I don't need this job to see you. Right?"

"Damn straight," Dean agrees quickly.


Cas finishes unpacking the pita and turns to get a box of sandwich rolls.

Dean just licks his lips nervously and goes back to checking sell-by dates.


Dean spends his first official full night over in May. It goes pretty well until about two in the morning.

"Get back in bed," Cas mutters irritably.

"Can't sleep," Dean replies.

"Well, I can't sleep with you pacing. So get back in bed."

"I said I can't fucking sleep," Dean growls.

"So read. Study. Don't pace."

"I'm going out for a walk."

Cas sits up suddenly and angrily. "Have you even tried?"

"Fine. You know what? Fine," Dean snaps. "Move the fuck over."

Cas rolls over and Dean flops down on top of the covers.

"Get in bed, Dean."

"Thin ice, man. There's only so much I'll put up with for blowjobs."

Cas makes a sound of deep and dangerous irritation, between a growl and a sigh, the kind of sound that one makes when one is fighting when one would rather be asleep.

Dean thrashes his way under the covers, then lies still. He can hear Cas breathing next to him, short frustrated breaths. He figures he'll just wait until the guy falls asleep, then he'll head out.

The next thing he knows, though, sunlight is pouring through the window over the bed and Cas is tugging a blue tie around his neck over near the dresser.

"...the fuck happened?" Dean slurs.

"You slept," Cas replies, looking at him in the mirror. "I'm just as surprised as you are."

"'s a Christmas miracle," Dean grunts. "Also I hate you right now."

"Well, I like you better at night too," Cas says easily, "so that's fair."


At Cas's suggestion, Dean had shelled out the extra money for student insurance when he enrolled in his nursing program. He hates going to the doctor, he really does--he hates being on the patient side--but Cas makes him go. And what the fuck do you know--it turns out that the reason he can't sleep is that he's having asthma attacks due to the black mold growing in his shitty apartment. He stops breathing, he wakes up, and his brain is too freaked out to go back to sleep. And Cas's apartment? No black mold.

"Well, that's excellent," Cas says, when Dean tells him that night. "You should just move in here."

"You planned this," Dean accuses irritably.

"Yes," Cas agrees flatly, "I used my extravagant academic's salary to plant mold in your apartment and then pay off a medical professional."

"Really, you'd only have to do one or the other," Dean points out.

"Hm," Cas mutters, staring intently at the exam he's grading.

"The doc says it'll take me a while to adjust," Dean says from across the table.

"We'll work on it," Cas replies, not looking up. There's a note of patience in his voice that's both unusual for him and somehow very comforting.

"Okay," Dean nods quietly. "Okay."

They just sit there for a long while, Cas grading and Dean thinking. Finally, though, Dean leans over the table and says, "Can I help?"

"No," Cas says with a hint of a smile. "I get paid to do this. You can make dinner."

"Great. Do you like your toast blackened or burned?" Dean asks.

"We'll work on that, too," Cas says mildly, and Dean bites down a smile.
Current Location: Other couch
Current Mood: sleepyneed sleep
Current Music: Sigh No More - Mumford & Sons
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pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 04:53 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D
888mph 888mph on January 6th, 2012 09:12 am (UTC)
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 04:53 am (UTC)
Leth ellethill on January 6th, 2012 09:17 am (UTC)
Sweet :)
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 04:54 am (UTC)
larenoz larenoz on January 6th, 2012 09:22 am (UTC)
Short but sweet, literally. I really enjoyed it.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 04:55 am (UTC)
I'm glad the length didn't detract! Thank you for reading!
Olympia olympia_m on January 6th, 2012 09:41 am (UTC)
oh, I loved this! :):)
(and not just because Cas was doing classical archaeology and was working at walmart after 9 years of study and a PhD, and that seems like the best option for so many classical archeaology people (with doctorates too) that I know right now *slightly sad grin*...)
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 04:58 am (UTC)
It's hard times for academics right now. My minor was classical civs, and frankly I'm kinda glad I didn't end up going for a higher degree in it after all. (DESPITE LOVING IT SO MUCH OMG. ROME, ROOOOOOOME!) Anyway, I'm so glad you enjoyed the read!
(no subject) - olympia_m on January 10th, 2012 03:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
auroramama auroramama on January 6th, 2012 09:55 am (UTC)
Marvelously low-key, slow comfort.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:00 am (UTC)
Ah, I'm so glad to hear it. What nice praise. Thank you.
affably affablyevil on January 6th, 2012 11:20 am (UTC)
Just as long as it needed to be. That was delightful. And growly, slightly irritable Cas is my favorite anything.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:02 am (UTC)
Oh god, mine too. I started D/C with clueless!Cas but quickly realized I much preferred irritable!Cas. Actually, I prefer irritable!everybody in SPN. Growling means I love you~ ♥

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment! :D
R.C. mclachlan on January 6th, 2012 11:55 am (UTC)
How are you so perfect?
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:04 am (UTC)
Arduous training regimen.
(no subject) - mclachlan on January 7th, 2012 06:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 06:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
Switchblade Sister switchbladesis on January 6th, 2012 01:01 pm (UTC)
This was adorable.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:04 am (UTC)
Thank you! :DDD
moushkas on January 6th, 2012 01:53 pm (UTC)
Ha Ha! Their relationship is so cute! Very, very good!
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:05 am (UTC)
Why thank you~ I enjoyed writing them!
Sonnet: SPN - Castiel: Angel of Bedhead kahn on January 6th, 2012 02:12 pm (UTC)
Awwww! I like the little full-circle conversation they have at the end. I love that Cas is still weird, but not angel-supernatural-weird, because that's a difficult line to walk when writing him in an AU. I love Dean's cussing and early morning confusion.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:06 am (UTC)
To me, Dean's not Dean unless there's some profanity flying around. xD Thank you so much for reading and commenting; I'm glad you enjoyed!
Morgan O'Conner: SPN Dean and Castiel slash by winchester morganoconner on January 6th, 2012 02:31 pm (UTC)
This gives me all the warm fuzzy feelings. ♥
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:07 am (UTC)
All of them? :D

Well, blame/thank sycophantastic, as she is usually the source of my D/C shenanigans!
lee_ashburn: JA MC kiss heart lee_ashburn on January 6th, 2012 02:44 pm (UTC)
Enjoyed this very much
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:08 am (UTC)
I'm so glad!
anne_higgins anne_higgins on January 6th, 2012 02:55 pm (UTC)
Oh, I loved this! It had just the right weird-themness in the sweetness to make it seem almost canon!
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
For an AU, that's extra-high praise! Thank you so much!
Lauren wandersfound on January 6th, 2012 03:22 pm (UTC)
Awwww, aww this was so sweet. I really liked it <3
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:11 am (UTC)
Yay, I'm so glad. It was really fun to write, so it's extra-gratifying that it was an enjoyable read. Thanks for the comment, bb. ♥
wolfrider89: Em Misha happy wolfrider89 on January 6th, 2012 04:02 pm (UTC)
This put a huge smile on my face. Thanks for that. :D
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:11 am (UTC)
My pleasure! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment! :D
wickedvirtue on January 6th, 2012 05:09 pm (UTC)
Oh man, I didn't think I'd love this, but there you go. All the little things added up to a big warm fuzzy!
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:12 am (UTC)
Glad to provide a bit of a surprise! Thank you so much for giving my fic a shot!
jem_018 jem_018 on January 6th, 2012 06:02 pm (UTC)
I loved this! ♥

I loved that Dean kept going to Walmart and their conversations were amusing. :D

Cas is so strange, irritable and grumpy. I like. :P

I love Dean's confusion at what happened when he fell asleep. *giggles*

Oh, man. So black mold, hmmmm.
"You planned this," Dean accuses irritably.

"Yes," Cas agrees flatly, "I used my extravagant academic's salary to plant mold in your apartment and then pay off a medical professional."


This was wonderful.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:13 am (UTC)
Well, where else does he have to go in the wee hours of the morning? xD I'm so pleased to hear that you liked my fic. Thank you for leaving me such a nice comment!
Nile Flood: Supernatural - Dean/Castiel nileflood on January 6th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC)
This was the cutest, cutest thing ever! Such a lovely lovely little fic, it really was utterly perfect.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:15 am (UTC)
Oh, huzzah~ Thank you so much, I'm thrilled that you liked it!
ubikono ubikono on January 6th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC)
Reading this fic once again makes me fervently believe that love can be found anywhere even in Walmart.

This is brilliant! Seriously. Dean's insomnia ans his strange hankering for Pineapple let him to meet Cas. The strange and yet normal circumstances of their developing relationship was such a treat to read. Their backgrounds and the fact that if it weren't for the hard times and lack of classes, Cas would never have had to work at Walmart or even meet Dean. Their sweet bickering and banter makes them adorable. The mystery of Dean's insomnia was solved and I have a lot of feels for how coincidences and simple events can create an impact on individuals.

Edited at 2012-01-06 07:47 pm (UTC)
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:18 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for your lovely comment! I really enjoyed piecing this little fic together--and it seemed to flow so easily, too, like it just wanted to be written. I'm very glad that you found it enjoyable. I'm honored that you spent your time reading my work and commenting on it! ♥
(no subject) - ubikono on January 7th, 2012 06:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
bellacatbee: Dean is the big bad wolf bellacatbee on January 6th, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
This is the sweetest thing. Thank you for writing it.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:18 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading it! I'm so glad you liked!
lostferret lostferret on January 6th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC)
This is so completely adorable and sweet and lovely. It really brought a smile to my face, and the imagery and characterisations were brilliantly done. Thank you so much for sharing this.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:21 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm glad that I could win you over with such a short little piece. Your comment means so much to me. ♥
(no subject) - lostferret on January 7th, 2012 02:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
dibbun_k dibbun_k on January 6th, 2012 10:04 pm (UTC)
There's something about this that I really love. I think that maybe it's because it reflects the disjointedness that you feel when you can't sleep and everyday you only remember maybe a couple of interactions and the rest is on autopilot. It's like Dean only remembers his time with Cas and I like that.
I like that each interaction is short and I like that there's quite long gaps between scenes. I generally just really like this fic.
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:23 am (UTC)
At first, I tried writing it more, er, rounded? Like with more background, stated emotions, all that. Then I just stopped, and let the conversations happen, and let the scenes end and begin wherever they wanted. I thought it worked better, and I'm utterly thrilled to hear that you think the style worked too. I'm immensely grateful for your comment. Thank you so much.

Edited at 2012-01-07 05:24 am (UTC)
kieran (say goodbye to sunshine, sunshine): matthew and tom. smirk_dog on January 6th, 2012 10:24 pm (UTC)
This is a lovely AU!
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:24 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
DarkJediQueen darkjediqueen on January 6th, 2012 10:40 pm (UTC)
Loved this!

I would say more but you would kill me!
pinch Estelle, dance with Jane pyrebi on January 7th, 2012 05:26 am (UTC)
Having you on my journal kinda gives me heebie-jeebies, not gonna lie. If you ever bring this up at work, you're dead to me.
(no subject) - darkjediqueen on January 7th, 2012 01:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)