Touched By an Angel
By fiorae
Summary: Dean has a conversation with Sam about how violated he feels by Castiel's odd, angelic touching. Dean/Castiel
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"He touches me way too much."
It was such a random, out of place statement in the breakfast diner that everyone paused mid-chewing to listen. Sam looked up from his scrambled eggs with his lips pursed and the atmosphere slowly returned to normal.
"Who, exactly, touches you too much?"
"The angel!" Dean cried across the table and the diner's ears once again perked up. Sam was beginning to recall why he and Dean rarely had sit down meals together. Their conversations were just too odd for public attention. Dean stabbed a fork into his buttermilk pancakes and stuffed a large quantity of the syrupy pieces into his mouth, chewing roughly.
"I mean, its one thing yanking me out of the pit and leaving one hell of a love tap on my shoulders," he yelled this with pancake remains rocketing from his mouth and wild hand gestures decorating his story. "But all the soft caressing of my arms and that lingering watery-eyed stare! It seriously feels like he's undressing me with his eyes Sammy!"
Sam nodded, accepting that this thriving community of breakfast eaters would forever see the brothers as the odd ball outsiders with a homosexual aura. The younger Winchester sipped his orange juice.
"I have noticed that too. And you know, we aren't the only ones picking up on it." Dean raised his eyebrows and Sam smirked.
"Who else sees it?"
"Ruby noticed too."
"… that demon bit-"
"Dean. Don't be mad because an angel is sitting on your shoulders."
The older Winchester sighed audibly, grabbed his cup of lemonade, and started to chug before slamming the cup back on the table. Sam was surprised it didn't crack. "More like sitting on my lap! Do you know how many times I've woken up to his ghostly face lookin' down at me?!"
Sam shrugged the statement off. "It seems pretty obvious to me Dean. Castiel has a thing for you."
Dean's body froze and his face became stoic. His eyes slowly narrowed. "Thank you."
"Huh?"
"Thank you for calling him 'Castiel'. Everybody and their dog have been calling him 'Cas' these days! That is my creative nickname for him! I swear, the next person who uses it is getting' a mouth full of rock salt!"
Sam stared at his brother … then rolled his eyes.
There was certainly a lot more in that sentence Dean could have commented on rather than the non-use of the nickname 'Cas'.