Title: Seeing Double
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Dean & Castiel
Summary: While hot on the tail of their newest unidentified bad guy, one sleazy motel room and an almost unhealthy amount of hard liquor find our two favorite boys in a very compromising position that is witnessed by a dangerous third party. Cas gets taken and tensions rise as Dean fights against the clock to save his angel—and deal with some new feelings that have taken root.
A/N: I'm just gonna take this time to warn you all that this is my first multi-chapter Supernatural story, so be gentle! It's kind of set in my own ideal universe where Sam is busy being a blood junky and Cas is human. So you can go ahead and forget about all that mushy dark-side bullshit. Oh and…slash. That pretty much goes unsaid.
"C'mon, Cas, you're telling me you can handle using that weird angel mojo to teleport across the goddamn country, but you can't handle a little road trip?" Dean snorted, rolling his eyes as he tapped along to the radio playing—albeit softly, at Cas's insistence. "Jesus," he muttered under his breath. The angel in question squirmed in the passenger seat and moaned softly in response.
"Dean…" he whined, although the annoyance in his voice was half-hearted, and the sleeve of his trench coat comically muffled his words as he hovered hesitantly over Dean's makeshift bucket.
Dean groaned. "What? Aw, Cas, I thought you got rid of that stick up your ass when you were given the boot."
Too nauseous to feel hurt, Castiel just let out another pathetic moan and stuck his face further down into the bucket. Dean thought he heard the angel mumble a jumble of slurring words that sounded a lot like, 'please no blasphemy,' but he chose to politely ignore them.
"Y'know, I'm hurt. You should watch what you say about my baby…she drives smoother than any car I've ever seen. You could show a little respect." Dean continued talking, although the conversation had turned a little one-sided. Just as he said this, the Impala hit a nasty pothole on the road and lurched unconvincingly, making Dean curse and making a distressed Cas flail a little and whimper. Dean chuckled and shrugged, not caring whether or not he made his point. As he glanced up ahead in the dimming evening light, he saw a weatherworn sign that most likely said something along the lines of Cold River Creek.
Deciding that was probably the name that the perky little blonde librarian had practically grilled into his head when he and Cas went around questioning townspeople, Dean swerved right at the last possible second and nearly missed the turnoff. As the car struggled to balance itself, bouncing dangerously on the gravelly dirt road, Cas lost his lunch.
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"Cas, we should really start doin' what we came here to do. Stop mopin' around and get your little angel ass up and at 'em." Dean said as he set the six-pack of beer (hey, he needed it, working with a high-maintenance half-angel and all) down onto the motel room's small kitchen countertop.
Castiel glared at the door from where he hovered over the toilet in the bathroom, although the piercing, I'm-stripping-you-naked-with-my-eyes effect didn't exactly hold the same effect when he didn't have Dean's equally intimidating green eyes to stare into. Not to mention the fact that his rumpled hair, flushed cheeks and altogether disheveled appearance seemed to make the angel, well…not as threatening as he could have been on a good day.
Ever since Dean had decided to skip the scenic route and dive right into the reckless driving, Cas had had the strange feeling that the flaky, apparently delicious tart called 'pie' Dean had forced him to eat earlier was trying to crawl back up his throat. When they got their motel room key and Dean was sure Castiel wasn't about to puke all over him, the hunter had easily hoisted Cas's arm over his shoulder and half-dragged the angel's wimpy behind all the way into the place where humans usually went to…relieve themselves.
At first, Cas had been suspicious, eyeing the toilet with contempt as he considered what exactly he was supposed to do in this new, peculiar human ritual. But when another wave of nausea hit him he had lunged forward, happy to grip the ceramic rim and retch his little heart out.
Out of the blue, the bathroom door creaked open and revealed an apologetic Dean with a handful of unidentifiable objects.
"Here, eat some of these. They always make Sammy feel better when he's carsick." Dean admitted, and Cas was strangely touched that the hunter decided to reveal such an intimate bit of information with him, although it seemed hard for Dean to choke out his baby brother's name. He fed Cas some white and altogether tasteless squares that were covered in salt. After moving them experimentally around in his mouth with his tongue, he finally chewed and swallowed and felt almost instantly better.
Blue eyes wide with an almost childlike wonder, Cas gazed up at Dean as if he were some sort of god. Which the elder Winchester found hysterically ironic, although he didn't say anything because he was just too goddamn taken aback by the sheer innocence and vulnerability radiating out of his usually deadpan angel.
After an uncomfortable moment of scary Cas eye contact where the angel just sat on the floor and mechanically chewed his crackers, Dean cleared his throat and patted Castiel awkwardly on the head.
"I assume you're feeling better? All right, let's hit the road then. We got some bars to investigate."
Ah, their newest case. Cas and Dean had been hot on the tail of a string of seemingly connected murders where the victims were found with their eyes and tongues cut out and a big gaping hole where most of their intestines should be. Cas had received a tip, strangely on his cell number, saying to come as quickly as possible to a little close-knit town called Cold River Creek.
The strange part of it all was that all of the victims had been seen at various bars on the nights that they had been abducted, although nobody could tell you what they did or when they left. As if they had just vanished. Dean suspected it was some sort of black magic ritual to bring back one of Hell's most wanted. Although which demonic public enemy number one this masked murderer intended to call upon was unclear.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Please review guys, I absolutely love feedback! I try my best to do the voices of the characters justice, but sometimes it's hard and they get a little muddled together, so feel free to suggest anything, I'm open to new ideas. Oh and bear with me, it's going to start out a little slow but I'll be getting to the good stuff pretty soon!