Title: A New Reason To Think
Disclaimer: I don't not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean/Castiel
Rating: M
Summary: Sam struggles with Dean's opinion of his abilities while Castiel reveals to Dean that he has the power to read minds. This addition to Castiel's powers comes in use.
Notes: This is the first slash fic I've written. Ever. Any feedback will help.
Chapter One
Sam hates the way Dean looks at him sometimes. He hates the fear he see's in his brother's eyes. He hates how Dean doesn't understand what he does is good. His ability to exorcise people with his mind is a good thing. It gets rid of the demon and leaves the person. It gives the person an opportunity to live. To go back to their family and friends. If, you know, the demon left them in a reasonable state. This is why Sam hates that look. He helps people and his brother looks at him like there's nothing worse in the world. So when Ruby came right out and said there was a demon that needed to be sent to hell, and quickly, it didn't make Sam happy. And, if the look on Dean's face meant anything, it made him even less happy. Sam feels a flash of anger at this, Dean can't even stand the mention of Sam's powers. Did Sam freak out when he found out that his brother had enjoyed torturing people in hell? No. Not at all. He felt sorry for him. He comforted him. It's not like what Sam does is anything like what Dean enjoyed doing, and yet his brother can't even look at him the same way.
"Fine, I'm coming" Sam has a sneaking suspicion the only reason he's agreeing to this is so he can get away for a while. Away from Dean. Away from that look. That your-powers-are-evil-and-I-don't-trust-you type of look.
He crosses the room and is out the door in a matter of seconds. Looking around he spots Ruby waiting in some car. Probably a stolen. He climbs in beside her and the old engine buzzes to life.
"Dean will have to get used to it sometime." Ruby stares straight ahead, even though she's always been a good driver.
"Ruby...." Sam starts, trying to think of a sentence that would make everything clear.
He gives up after a few seconds and they succumb to silence for the rest of the trip.
After what seems like hours they arrive at another hotel, pulling up next to room 11.
Sam gets out of the car as quickly as humanly possible, and yet Ruby still manages to beat him. Waiting next to the door as he walks up. Sam pushes open the door to reveal a dark, bad smelling room. He enters slowly, flicking on lights as he goes.
"Geez, you really can pick them, this room sucks!"
Even with all the lights on the room is dark. Sam discovers the bad smell is coming from some leftover food, possibly months old.
In the middle of the room is a painted Key of Solomon. And a demon tied to a chair. She looks up as Sam moves closer. Smiling when he stops.
"Sammy Winchester! I never thought I would see the day" The voice is light, suiting a happy-go-lucky person rather than a dark, hell escapee.
"I remember seeing you in hell, back when you were human" The sentence finishes with a laugh. Funny how these demons always mock right before their sent back.
Sam had only been in hell for a short time, after Jake killed him to win the Psychic Kids Fight to the Death. Dean hadn't been able to bear living without Sam so he made a deal; a year to live for Sam's life. After that year Dean had gone to hell.
"I'm still human, unlike you." Sam's voice remained flat, emotionless.
"Oh yeah, right! Sam, did you forget about all the demon blood floating around inside you?!? I doubt it. Your less human then Dean, and look at what he did."
Sam winces internally, careful not to let it show through. As if he was anything like Dean. Sam raises his hand. It takes all his concentration. He has to block out emotions, thoughts, everything but the concentration. It's not easy. But he manages to do it and, unfortunately the human doesn't make it. Sam can't quite make himself feel sad about this.
He meets Ruby back outside and they drive back to where Dean is.
-------------------------------
Sam tries to open the door quietly. Dean usually tends to be asleep at 3am. Apparently not today. He finds Dean awake, sitting on the couch with his best bud, Castiel. The angel really does have the worst timing.
After a quick scan of the room he finds that, for once, Castiel is here by himself, missing his co-worker - the always happy Uriel. Note the sarcasm. This helps Sam to relax. Uriel is the worst of the pair. He says a quick hello to the two on the couch, both looking up at him.
He starts walking, aiming for the fridge.
"Can you get us another beer?" Dean calls out, his voice sounding calm.
Sam's not sure what to do. Dean did say 'us' but since when had Castiel done anything human? I mean, the guy doesn't even have facial expressions.
Sam settles for getting each of them a beer. Castiel leaves his on the table where Sam put it down. It seems like he doesn't even know it's there.
Sam looks at Dean. Really looks at him. He seems to be doing okay, so Sam gives him a what-the-hell-is-going-on look. Dean replies with a smile.
Sam glances at the angel, and notices that his bright blue eyes are staring at them, watching their human exchange. He looks at Dean and tilts his head to the side, looking quizzical.
Dean ignores this and continues on with whatever story he was telling him.
"And then this girl, Rebecca, she opens the door and...." Sam tunes out. This story is one he hears all the time. Dean loves to brag.
Instead of the usual bout of laughter Sam hears at the end of the story, there is dead silence. It seems angels lack a sense of humour. Who knew?
Chapter Two
Dean hates that he can't get the memories of hell out of his head. He hates that Sam just left to go be freaky with Ruby. He hates that he's alone.
So he starts wishing the only other person he knows was there. He pretends that if he thinks hard enough it might happen. He squeezes his eyes shut, so tight he can see little coloured dots and they start to hurt. When he opens them he see's Castiel standing in front of him. Even just standing there, he still managed to scare the shit out of Dean. I mean, nobody would have expected that to work. Which is probably very apparent on Dean's face right now.
Castiel just stands. Staring.
"Uhhh... Cas.... hey..." Dean manages to choke out some words.
"Dean. You called" Castiel's voice has that same rough edge to it, and yet it's still monotone. Devoid of any emotion.
"I called? What? I sat there thinking of you." Dean is dumbfounded, how on earth did he call Castiel? How on anywhere did he call Castiel?
"Your thoughts speak out to me Dean. I sensed you needed me" Always with the mystique.
"You can read my mind?" Dean is beyond confused. He never even imagined that angels would have the ability to read minds. Hell, he never even imagined angels existed.
"Yes, I can"
Dean starts to regret some of the things he's thought in Castiels presence. It's a few minutes into this he realises Castiel can probably 'hear' what he's thinking right now. Dean blushes slightly and offers Castiel a beer.
He's not at all shocked when Castiel denies it. He's never done anything remotely human. He gets a beer for himself and joins Castiel on the couch, turning on the TV for some background noise.
"So, you can read everyone's thoughts?" That's heaps weird. And how annoying would it be, knowing what people are thinking all the time.
"Not everyone's Dean. Mostly just yours" Even voice. Lack of facial expression. Nothing ever changes.
It takes Dean a while to take this in. Castiel hears only his thoughts. Just him. He's tuned into the worst radio station you possible could.
He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off before he can even start.
"No Dean, I have never heard of anything like this happening before"
Wow, this was going to be annoying. Castiel knowing everything. All the time. But this never happening before, that has to be a bit weird. Why now?
They sit in silence for a while and watch TV. Dean tries not to think much and fails. He knows Castiel is paying no attention to the TV. He glances at the angel and Castiel turns to face him. This was the first time Dean noticed how Castiel's eyes were such a deep blue. Beautiful in a way. Dean blushes and turns back to the TV, knowing full well that Castiel heard that. This mind reading thing sucks. Out of the corner of his eye, he can just see that the angel is sitting and staring. Staring at Dean.
It's at that moment the door opens slowly, quietly. Sam must be back. He was gone for long enough to make Dean wonder what he and that hell bitch did. Sam stops dead in his tracks when he sees them just sitting on the couch, staring up at him. Dean can clearly see the emotions flicker across his face. Surprise. Confusion. Annoyance. Relief. Annoyance.
"Can you get us another beer?" Dean has to break the tension somehow, and his is almost empty.
Sam grabs three beers, as if Castiel is actually going to drink one, and sits down, watching the TV. After a while he glances at Dean. Dean knows that look well. It's the what-the-hell-is-going-on look. He knows a simple smile in return will drive Sam mad.
He looks at Castiel, who is glancing between the brothers. Totally unnecessary. He would know what's going on without having to look.
Dean shoots Castiel a thought message Sam wonders why your here. This thought thing might come in handy, sometimes.
Even though Castiel's facial expression remains exactly the same, Dean knows the angel feels better knowing what's going on.
A short while later Dean becomes annoyed. Sam keeps shooting looks at him. Glancing between him and Castiel and so on. Like he thought something might have been going on. Like Dean would do that. Just because Sam and Ruby decided to be naked, doesn't mean Dean would go there. Least of all with an angel, who is a man. A man. Sam thought Dean would go for a man. Upon thinking this, Castiel turned to face Dean. Look him squarely in the eyes. Just looking. He's sitting there staring. Staring with those beautiful blue eyes. Dean let his eyes drift a bit, following the perfect curve of Castiels chin and resting on his shirt collar. Dean's heart beats faster as he remembers that the angel, the beautiful angel, can hear every thought he's had.
Castiel isn't looking at him like he's angry though. He looks more intrigued. Like he wonders were Dean's thoughts could lead.
Sam interrupts Castiels gaze, thank god, by saying goodnight and heading to bed. The angel's eyes follow him around the room in a way that makes Dean think he's purposefully keeping his eyes off Dean. Dean snorts, what a human thing to do. Ignore someone.
As soon as Sam is in bed Castiel faces the TV again. A scene of a romantic kiss appears and Castiel tilts his head to the side, his typical I'm-puzzled look. Then, before Dean has time to react Castiel's lips are pressing against his. With no idea how they got there, his brain is pre occupied with how this happened rather than the fact that it shouldn't be happening. As Dean goes to stop this very weird kiss, apparently angels don't do a lot of kissing, Castiel 'hears' his plan and shoves his tongue further in Deans mouth.
After slowly pushing him off, Dean just sits there looking at him. The angel looks even more confused than he did before. Dean has a strange pit in his stomach. A kind of longing. A longing he's never had before. A longing he didn't know he could have.
"Cas...." Dean starts. Unable to finish the sentence he resigns into silence.
"Dean, I thought this was what you wanted"
"Why would you think that?"
"The thoughts about Sam, about me, and the tv..." Castiels voice fades also, leaving the sentence unanswered. Something Deans never witnessed before.
"I... it's just.... Men aren't..." Dean stutters over words, unable to form a coherent sentence. Distracted by the memory of Castiels lips on his.
He suddenly leans towards the angel and kisses him. The longing in his stomach gets worse, gets more desperate. Dean is desperate for more. Castiel kisses him back and even though he seems to have no experience, it's still the best kiss of Dean's life.
When Dean wakes the next morning Sam is already up. He had forgotten completely about Sam and was quite surprised they hadn't woken him. He looks around for Cas, but he's nowhere to be found. This wrenches at Dean's gut. He longs to see his beautiful angel.
Now he knows anytime he wants to see Castiel, he can just think of him. And he'll know.