The first time it happened was when Sam left to grab burgers from a restaurant not too far away from the motel they were staying in.
Dean was bored, so while he entrusted his 'Baby' to his brother he decided to clean his guns. A slow chore but at least it passed the time, and Dean didn't mind at all. He was sat on his bed surrounded with his weaponry and was cleaning a small pistol he had taken out last from the bottom of his duffel bag. His leather jacket was slung on the other bed in front of him, and a cold beer was sat opened and half full on the bedside table between the two beds.
Dean was humming. A thing he did often while he was by himself, as Sam often told him to 'Quit it.' while sporting one of his famous bitch faces as he tried to research about their case, and well…lets face it, humming isn't exactly manly is it?
But it was easier than whistling.
Anyways, Dean was alone cleaning his guns when all of a sudden he wasn't so alone anymore. He didn't notice at first, but the person was so quiet it was as if he wasn't there at all.
"You have a beautiful soul." Said a familiar, deep, deadpanned voice. Dean jolted, startled, and pulled the trigger on the pistol he was clutching. A clicking sound was heard and Dean nearly sighed in relief at the realisation that he hadn't shot his foot. Annoyed, he looked up and glared at Castiel, the nerd angel, who sat across from him on the other bed with a blank face and a straight back.
Of course the usual trench coat was still there. Dean tried to think whether or not he'd ever seen the angel without it… no memory came to mind. "God damn it Cas." Said Dean as he went back to cleaning the gun in hand, "Ya' nearly made me shoot my damn foot off." Castiel, or Cas, narrowed his eyes at Dean's use of the word God, obviously Dean didn't know the mean of the word blasphemy. But he ignored it, after all Castiel had been watching over this human for quite sometime now and knew all about his habits. He'd even pulled the younger male from Hell, and he'd seen Dean's soul for what it was.
And what a soul it was…which brings us back to the situation.
"I am sorry, Dean." Says Castiel as he watches, fascinated as Dean picks up a slightly larger gun and takes it apart. Dean sighs deeply,
"It's fine Cas." He says, tiredly. The effort from the day's hunt finally taking its toll. "Anyway, what the hell did you mean by 'beautiful soul'?"
Castiel shuffles slightly as Dean turns his green eyes towards him, the action is noticed and Dean wonders the fact that he didn't know angels became uncomfortable. "Your soul, it glows." Says Castiel, as if talking about a person's soul is everyday business.
Which, for an angel, it probably is.
The reaction from Dean wasn't quite what Castiel had expected. The hunter blinked at him for a few seconds as he processed what had been said, and laughed. The laughter rolled around the walls of the motel room, surrounding Castiel in its hearty embrace. The laugh was warm and loud, as if Dean hadn't laughed in a while, and for once…he was actually happy. Castiel felt warm at the thought that he was the one to make Dean feel better after an obviously stressful day, which was strange seeing as he hardly feels anything. This human seemed to bring out sides of him he never knew existed.
Sadly the laughter dies down to quiet chuckles as Dean places the gun down by his side. He clasped his hands together and leant forward on his knees,
"What's this about Cas?" Dean asks curiously, a hint of amusement and curiosity hidden in his green eyes. Castiel blinks at him with a blank look still on his face, but his blue eyes showed Dean much more.
Was Cas…embarrassed?
"It seems I have failed to grasp a human's concept of giving compliments." Castiel replies after a brief pause. He tilts his head in confusion and continues. "I did not think you laughing was the intended reaction."
Dean nods his head as he listens and sits back, he grabs his beer from nearby and takes a gulp from the bottle before replacing it to the bedside table. "Well…its not everyday I'm told I have a beautiful soul." Says Dean with a grin. "It was funny, but…thanks, I guess." He then goes back to cleaning his gun and misses the small smile on Castiel's face.
The next time Dean looks up the angel's gone. Dean shakes his head slightly at the weirdness that had just transpired. But since then Dean's a little happier and he smiles as Sam comes back and hands him his burger.
Sam notices but doesn't say anything. He was silently glad as an unhappy Dean means an unhappy Sam. And surprisingly that night Dean sleeps peacefully.
Well there's a first time for everything.