Title: Transfer
Author: downfall35
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: General Season 4 stuff
Word Count: 2,259
Notes/Prompt(s): Thanks to hunters_retreat for the beta. Prompt: A Dean/Castiel centric AU where Dean has to hold on to Castiel's 'Grace' for a period of time and has angelic powers while Castiel is essentially human.
Summary: "Cas seems to have tapped out his angelic mojo and I-"

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Dean woke slowly, the morning sunlight ghosting its way across the room. Yawning he could taste the whiskey on his breath. Blinking rapidly the haze which covered his vision finally disappeared. When he began to stir, Dean felt a hand on his chest. A smile covered his lips as the events of the previous night flooded his memory. Sheepishly he cocked his head to the side catching the image of a sleeping Castiel beside him. Frowning at first Dean didn't think Cas needed to sleep but soon pushed the negative thoughts from his mind when the Angel moved, stretching as he woke.



"Morning," whispered Dean. Castiel blushed; Dean loved the innocence that surrounded the other man. They'd finally done it, they'd finally gotten past the awkward stage in their relationship and skipped right to sleeping together. Albeit alcohol played its part but Dean didn't care.



"Good morning," replied Castiel, trying to sound like his usual official self. It would have been much easier if he wasn't currently hung over with a pounding headache.



Having been drunk many times himself, Dean recognised the signs. "I'll be right back." Pacing across the room, Dean headed for the fridge in the dodgy motel kitchen. He hoped they at least had one bottle of water in there. When he reached for the door handle something zapped him. Flinching back for a second he blamed it on static electricity and proceeded to open the door. His eyes widened a little when he saw the array of different drinks that aligned the tiny fridge. Dean figured Sam must have picked up a little extra cash and decided to splurge a bit. Not thinking anymore of it, Dean grabbed a couple of bottles of water and then the aspirin from off of the countertop.



"Here," he offered, handing the pills and water to the Angel. "It'll help."



Castiel took the items from Dean, staring at them quizzically. "I don't get sick."



"Guess even the Angels underestimated the power of alcohol," joked Dean. But he too knew it was strange to see Cas like this, especially when he was feeling perfectly fine himself. "I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll take you out for a big greasy breakfast. It'll fix you right up," smiled Dean, before disappearing into the bathroom.



Stripping down out of his boxers, Dean took a minute to look at his reflection in the mirror. He'd have to shave in a day or so but was fine with the stubble he was currently sporting. He paused though whilst scratching his stomach. All traces of lube and semen were gone, sure he'd used a hand towel last night but no towel could do this. And it wasn't just that, the sweat was gone too. Knowing he was alone, Dean took a quick whiff of his arm pit, and for once didn't wince at the smell. At this very point in time he was probably the cleanest Dean had ever been.



"Dean," called Castiel from outside the bathroom door, there was a panic in his tone.



Spinning on his feet, Dean almost tripped on the spot when he found himself face to face with Castiel, standing in the middle of the motel room. Freaking out, Dean looked back over his shoulder the bathroom door was still closed.



Castiel was equally as shocked as he gazed at the hunter.



"Did you zap me out here?" asked Dean, wondering if he'd blacked out for a minute.



"No," replied Castiel. "In fact that is the reason I called," he frowned. "I was attempting to get dressed."



Glancing around, Dean spotted the Angel's clothes still piled up on the floor where he'd left them last night. "Looks like you didn't try too hard."



"Something's wrong," Castiel was shaking his head. "I should just be able to..." he shrugged.



"Snap your fingers?" answered Dean.



"For lack of better words," agreed Castiel. "Yes."



"So something's playing with your mojo," surmised Dean. "Demon?"



Castiel shook his head once more. "No demon has that much power."



"Okay, okay," Dean was trying to think this through. "You get dressed and I'll call Sam, maybe we can think of something."



Not even five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Dean had only just finished helping Castiel get changed the human way. "That'll be Sammy," said Dean, making his way to unlock the door.



"Dean," Castiel glared at the hunter who was currently only wearing a pair of silk boxers.



"Right," noted Dean. "Clothes." He'd barely thought about where he'd put his jeans before he looked down to see himself already completely dressed, including shoes and leather jacket. Stunned he stood there gazing down at himself, until a second knock brought him back to reality.



Unlocking the door, Dean ignored Sam's greeting as he made his way back to his bed, slumping down. He noticed the way Castiel looked at him as he knew the other man would know there was no way Dean should be able to dress that quickly.



Confused, Sam joined the pair. "What's up?"



"Just your usual run of the mill crazy shit that happens to be our life," replied Dean with a sarcastic grin. "Cas seems to have tapped out his angelic mojo and I-"



Frowning, Sam didn't say anything as Castiel cut in.



"It's my grace," he didn't even pause to let Dean finish, he'd finally figured out what had happened. "It's gone."



"What do you mean gone?" asked Sam.



"Someone has taken it," continued Castiel, gripping chest as if he bore a wound.



"How can someone just take it?" Sam's brow furrowed as he spoke. "Was it a demon?"



"No," answered Castiel. "As far as I am aware only those higher up on the Celestial chain can remove an Angel's grace. And even if they had we would most likely remember it."



"Maybe you're just a little drained?" suggested Sam. "You'd had a lot to drink last night and I left early."



Slumping his head into his hands, Castiel looked defeated. "No," he objected. "It is gone."



"And I think I know where," said Dean. "Pie anyone?"



"Dean," snapped Sam. "So not the time..." Sam's words stopped when he turned and caught sight of the trolley of assorted pies and desserts. "How did you?" he attempted to ask.



"Like I was trying to say before you interrupted me there Sasquatch, I think somehow Cas' grace was transferred into me," suggested Dean. "Unintentionally of course," he added, looking at Castiel.



"Is that even possible?" frowned Sam, who was now beyond confused.



Both brothers looked at Castiel who seemed to be processing the information. "Theoretically I suppose it is, if the right connection had been made." Castiel's breath became heavier as he spoke.



"Right connection," repeated Sam. "What the hell did you two do last night," his words slowed as realization dawned upon him. "Oh."



"I wouldn't have done it if I'd know this would happen," shrugged Dean, both sets of eyes landing on him seemingly calling bullshit. "Okay I would have, but I would have been more careful," he mused, thinking that sounded wrong, as if he'd impregnated Cas or something. "What's the big deal? So what if I got a bit of angelic mojo might actually come in handy. Besides it'll be like a vacation for Cas, ain't that right Cas?" The hunter turned to face the Angel, noticing Castiel had been quiet for some time. "You okay?"



"You two?" came a reply. "How'd I get here?"



"Cas," Dean said, swapping glances with Sam, but the other man didn't reply.



"Jimmy?" prompted Sam, taking a step closer.



Jimmy's head rose as he looked around the motel room. "How'd I get here? What did you do to Castiel?!" he yelled obviously knowing something was completely wrong.



"He lost his grace," explained Sam.



"You got to get it back," warned Jimmy, panic in his eyes.



The brothers traded looks. "Why?" dared Dean.



"He's different," began Jimmy, concentrating hard. "He's sleeping, Castiel never sleeps, and he's getting weaker," there was a mix of concern and bewilderment in the man's tone. "I think he's slipping."



Dean paled at the words, they had to act fast.



"Dude you have to fix this fast," huffed Sam as he pulled Dean aside.



"Oh right, cause I fix Angels all the friggin time," grunted Dean. "Maybe we can hit the books, call Bobby, I don't know."



Rolling his eyes, if it were anything less serious Sam would have smacked Dean in the head for being so thick. "Dean, if you have Cas' grace why don't you try actually using it." His words were a little louder than he'd wanted causing Jimmy to overhear.



"You took his grace," accused the vessel. "How did you? Why would you?" he blurted.



"Sorry Jimmy, it's a long story," replied Dean closing the gap between himself and the other man. "Let's see if this actually works," he mumbled before pressing two fingers to Jimmy's forehead, concentrating hard. As soon as his fingers connected with Jimmy's flesh, Dean felt the familiar shock of static electricity as he watched the man before him slump back into a deep sleep. "I'm a knockout," joked Dean in victory.



"Dean," snapped Sam.



"Right, right," agreed Dean begrudgingly. "Come on Cas," he chanted as once again he pressed two fingers to the other man's forehead.



Eyes flashed open instantly as Cas came back to himself. "Dean," he croaked out, sounding weaker than before.



"We're going to fix this Cas, but you need to tell me what to do," pleaded Dean.



"A connection," replied Cas.



Well aware that Sam was still in the room, Dean leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You mean we gotta," he gestured a bit with his hands, "Again?" Dean asked. "I mean you don't exactly look up to it Cas."



The Angel chuckled or at least it sounded like he was attempting to. "No Dean," he corrected. "I said ‘a connection,' not the exact same connection."



"What's going on?" butted in Sam, unsure of what the pair were talking about.



"It's okay," Dean perked up as he stood and turned to face his brother. "Got it all sorted, Cas will be back to normal in a little bit."



Sam's face scrunched. "How?"



"Don't worry about it," replied Dean. "Why don't you just go back up to your room Sammy."



"Don't worry about it," Sam repeated Dean's words. "Cas is dying, you're practically an Angel and you what want me to go back to my own motel room to what twiddle my thumbs? What the hell is wrong with you?"



Sighing, Dean crossed the space between himself and his brother. He needed to fix this now before Cas got any worse but his older brother instincts still told him this would be something Sam wouldn't want to see. "Fine," answered Dean. "Have it your way," he said, reaching up to work his new favourite trick, pressing two fingers to Sam's forehead, dropping his brother onto the floor.



Smiling Dean made his way to the bed and Cas. "Much better," he concluded.



"Was that really necessary?" Dean could tell by his tone Castiel was less than impressed.



"No," smirked the hunter. "But it was fun."



The Angel repressed a laugh.



"Now about this connection," Dean was already changing the topic. "I think I have an idea."



Castiel sat up, or at least attempted to. His energy was draining fast. He stared at the hunter as if he were asking Dean what he was going to do.



"Relax," assured Dean. "Just lay back and you'll be right as rain in no time."



Cautious at first, Castiel obliged, trusting Dean knew what he doing.



Kneeling down Dean's face hoovered just above Castiel's as the hunter grinned one last time. "At least let me keep those pies," he requested before leaning in. Like a scene from out of a fairy tale, Dean kissed Castiel, slow at first but it soon became more passionate and hurried. When the hunter ran a hand through the other man's hair, the pair slowed and nearly froze on the spot as a small blue light transferred its way from Dean to Castiel. When they parted, Dean was panting for air as he leaned back onto the floor, grounding himself.



"Wow," Dean groaned. "I'm good."



Castiel was on his feet seconds later, helping the hunter up. "Thank you."



"So that's it, you're all better now?" Dean was glad for once the solution was simple.



"Yes," nodded Castiel. "I am as I was before."



"Guess that means no more sex then huh?" taunted Dean, hiding his disappointment at the fact.



"Now that I know how it happened, it is safe to say that I won't let it happen again. We will just have to be a little more, how do you say, careful," Castiel titled his head as he spoke, a devious smile covering his face, no doubt something he'd learnt from Dean.



"That so," replied Dean. "Maybe we need a test run?"



"That would be wise," agreed Castiel.



Not wasting anytime, Dean spun on his feet. "Just give me a minute to get rid of Gigantor here first," he said only to notice that Sam was already gone. He turned back to find Cas staring at him.



"He's back in his room sleeping, he'll wake up in an hour or so," explained the Angel.



Dean smirked as he walked back over to join Castiel. He paused when he looked down to find that he was already naked. "Man I love Angel mojo."

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