'The one in the dirty trench coat, who's in love with you.' - Balthazar
Yeah, I just couldn't resist that any longer. And since it is the Easter weekend I decided to include that in the story. It's supposed to become a trilogy (I hope that'll work out) and until Sunday I will update a chapter a day. This is about Good Friday. It's fairly short, but there is more to come, so enjoy.
"He's not coming, Dean. How long do you want to keep trying?" Sam asked his older brother. Dean had been calling Castiel for several hours now, but the angel wasn't responding.
"I don't know. Till he swings his freakin' angel-ass down here, I guess." Dean snapped. He was irritated and annoyed. After what Balthazar had said a couple of days ago, that Castiel was in love with him, he had spent the first few days in denial. It couldn't be and therefore he simply ignored it. But Balthazar's words kept creeping back into his thoughts and now he had finally worked up the courage to confront Castiel about it.
"What do you want with Cas anyway?" Sam asked, entirely not understanding his brother's behavior. "There are no new cases and we still have no lead on Eve."
'You know, the one in the dirty trench coat, who's in love with you.' Dean shook his head fiercely to keep his thoughts on the conversation he was having with Sam right now. He really needed to do something about Balthazar's voice in his head. It was very distracting.
"I just want to talk to him, okay? It's none of your business, so just stay out of it." Dean answered, becoming defensive. He couldn't possibly tell Sam why he wanted to talk to the angel. He could hardly admit it to himself. But not only did Balthazar's remark about Castiel being in love with him keep invading his thoughts and dreams. He had also started questioning his own feelings and now he was wondering if maybe he felt more for the angel than just friendship. He had to figure this out quickly once and for all and the only way to do that was to talk it out with Cas.
"Alright, whatever. I'll go wait in the car." Sam decided. He no longer wanted to watch his brother moping around like a love-sick teenager. He had an idea what was going on with Dean. He had heard what Balthazar had said and it hadn't exactly come as a surprise for him. But he couldn't talk to Dean about that, because the older Winchester clearly had a hard time accepting what was going on.
So he rather stayed out of his brother's way, while he tried to sort out his feelings, and went outside to sit in the car until Dean was ready to leave. Bobby had invited them over for Easter, if they didn't have another case. And since nothing had come up during the last week they had decided to go. But they really should leave soon, because they weren't exactly close to Bobby's yet.
Dean buried his face in his hands after his brother had closed the door. He knew he should go out there and start the drive to Bobby's. But he was still hoping that Castiel would soon show up in this room. He didn't know if he'd still have the courage to talk to the angel about their feelings for each other when he waited any longer.
He sat in the room for another hour, not doing anything, not praying anymore, just waiting. He was sure that Cas must have heard him the first couple of hundred times, so keeping up the prayers didn't seem to make much sense. He just wanted to be sure that he didn't miss Cas, in case it just took the angel a little longer to respond and show up.
Finally, after an hour, Sam opened the door again, bored from just sitting in the car and waiting for his stubborn older brother. "Let's go Dean. We still have quite a drive ahead and if Cas hasn't shown up yet he's not going to."
"Yeah, you're probably right, Sammy." Dean agreed and with a last look around the room he grabbed his jacket and went outside.
'The one in the dirty trench coat, who's in love with you.' The thought followed Dean outside, he just couldn't get rid of it. But damn, if it was true what Balthazar had said, then why didn't Cas answer his calls?
Castiel had of course heard Dean's calls. It had been difficult not to respond, but he had no time. It was Good Friday, one of the busiest days in heaven. The angels had even agreed on a cease-fire in their civil war for this special day, the highest Christian holiday.
Castiel had even sneaked away for a moment to check on the Winchesters, when he had first heard Dean's prayer. He hadn't shown himself though. As soon as he had realized that they were not in mortal danger he had left again, ignoring Dean's repeated calls with some difficulty.
But there just wasn't any time for anything as trivial as human friendship today. All the angels had special duties on this day, which took up all of their time and couldn't be neglected. It had been this way for two millennia now and even the war in heaven hadn't changed that. Castiel couldn't let one human being, even a very special human being, keep him from doing his duty.
He just couldn't imagine anything that might be important enough for that. Except of course the Winchesters being in danger of dying, which they weren't. Therefore he decided he would go and visit Dean the next day to see what he wanted.