The sound of wings fluttering fills Bobby's safe room, where Dean lying on the crappy bed reading. Seeing Castiel from the corner of his eye, Dean puts the book away to face the angel.
"What now?" Dean grunts running his hand through his face. Cas knows this is a very common Dean-reaction so he just takes a few steps to get closer to Dean.
"What do you mean?"
Dean laughs bitterly throwing his hands to the air.
"What do I mean? I don't know, maybe that that now days whenever you get your feathery ass down here to see us, you usually have a job for us. That's what I mean!"
"Dean, usually you are the ones who call me."
Dean doesn't have a response for that. Cas is right. So he just shrugs, picks up his book and continues reading.
"So why you're here? To see if the world's still on its place?"
Cas lets out a sound that is very much like a laugh, but Dean's pretty sure it's not. This is Cas we're talking about. Everybody knows he doesn't laugh, just stares at you and invades your personal space, even Dean and Cas has already talked about it. In somethings the angel can be very, very ignorant.
"Actually, I was more concerned of Sam's state of mind, but I already checked on him. Seems to fine. Acting a little less a brat than you," Cas replies, sitting down beside Dean. "What are you reading?"
"Oh, so my geeky little brother has been on your precious mind. Didn't know he was your type. Then why you're here? You know I'm just fine. And this is Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five."
"I didn't know you were such into literature. And of course I always come to see you."
"Does it make me too your type? And I'm very touched that…"
"Dean, please, stop with that."
An awkward silence fills the safe room. Dean knows from experience that you really don't want to piss off the nerd angel. So he just keeps reading, occasionally taking a look of the angel next to him, but only brief looks. Not like he's staring like the angel is staring at him right now.
"Could you read it to me, please?"
The sudden question surprises Dean. "Huh?"
"I would like you to read the book out loud to me. If you're reading it, it has to be a great book." There's a bit of a try of a smile on Cas' face and Dean cannot help but smirk.
"Cas, if you want to read the book, I can just loan it to you. I've already read this like dozens of times!"
This time Cas is really smiling. "No, I want you to read it to me."
"Why?"
"Because I really like your voice."
Dean can't help but blush at the words. That is not something another guy, or a fucking angel, should tell another guy. Especially Dean. And with such honesty in the voice. And it's not because 'oh, that's so gay', screw that, Dean doesn't care, but that Dean doesn't deserve any compliments from the angel. Not after, y'know, everything.
But Dean doesn't say anything. He doesn't make any remarks of how gay Cas sounds. He doesn't make Cas to take his words back. He doesn't deny them. He clears his throat, turns to face Castiel and his inhumanly blue eyes and turns to the first page. Cas still has that weird, a little awkward but friendly smile on his face.
"Okay, let's start from the beginning…"