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CHAPTER 1
Its 7:30 in the morning and dean wakes up for a morning cup of coffee and some breakfast. Dean walks into the kitchen to find it empty of coffee or of any breakfast of sort. Then dean remembers. Sam finished the third trial. Sam almost died to close the gates of Hell. The feat is still taking its toll on Sam, almost a week later. Sam was usually up at 6 in the morning to jog in the cool Kansas breeze then get back around 6:45 to make coffee and breakfast for dean. Sam sleeps in now, doesn't jog at all anymore. Can barely walk to the kitchen without getting out of breath and a stitch in his side.
.. sooo no coffee. Dean opens the fridge and find leftovers from the diner he and Cas went to for dinner last night. Jackpot dean thinks as he unwraps the BLT. He walks towards the library where Cas is probably up. Cas can sleep, be told him, he just finds it unnecessary since he technically doesn't have to. He's still an angel, but he doesn't have his wings. He hasn't since the fall. Cas is usually moping around the bunker, he obviously misses them. He really looks like hell, probably feels like purgatory, though. Dean feels bad for him, sometimes he wants to just walk up to the guy and hug him. Tell him that everything's going to be okay, alright. He just wants him to feel... something, if not better. But... there's always something going on, something more important. More pressing to bother with. But, the thought of Cas so sad all the time makes dean cringe.
The guy deserves to be happy. Actually, after everything that castiel has done, for Sam... Dean.. Humanity, even. Cas deserves the world, at least. And Dean so wishes he could give him that. He just doesn't know how.
As Dean climbs the steps to the library he can hear Cas sigh and the sound of a crackled old page turning. Probably from some old book from, like, 5000 years ago. God, Cas can be such a nerd. Dean thinks, then smiles. It suits him.
"Hey Cas" said Dean as he walked into the library of the bunker. Cas barely acknowledged him since his nose was buried deep in a giant old book that was practically falling apart. Knew it. Totally called it. Dean thinks to himself.
"Hi." Cas mumbles, turning to the next page.
"That for a case? Sam never mentioned something new for us to check out." Deans last words were muffled as he bit into an incredibly greasy BLT. Dean licks his fingers, eyeing Cas. Since Sam can't do much of anything else, he insisted on helping find cases for Dean and Cas. As if closing the gates of Hell wasn't enough..
"No," Cas finally looks up from the book and looks at Dean. "I just thoroughly enjoy reading about Camelot. It's a actually a very accurate depiction of what passed as hierarchy in the mediaeval times."
Dean smiles, he actually knows a thing or two about Camelot. "Oh really? You know Guinevere is totally cheating on King Arthur with Lancelot.." Of course only from the remake Disney movie that Sam insisted they watched when there was nothing else on cable. Good enough, though. Cas stares at dean as if he's not entirely sure if he's joking or if Guinevere actually commits adultery. Dean smiles to himself. Cas can be such a dork sometimes. A loveable, smoking hot dork...
"Hey, what are you guys chatting about?" Sam says as he sits down. Dean thanks god he walked in then, and he shakes his mind of the thought and any other thoughts that it could have been leading up to. Where did that even come from?
Hold on.. where did Sam come from? Shouldn't he be in pain right now? He's usually asleep this time of day.
Sam grimaces at Dean when he sees what he's eating. "Really, Dean? Do you know how many calories there are in that?"
Dean ignores him. This time. "Dude! Holy shit, you're alive! h-how are you awake, how are you here? You usually can't even make it to the washroom and back without fainting."
"Whatever, jerk. I'm fine now anyways. and I feel... normal. Like I did before the trials started. That's a good thing, right?"
Cas, realizing he's not going to be able to finish reading in peace puts down his book and Looks at Sam in awe.
"I'm not entirely sure it is Sam. Have you heard of hospital patients being admitted in critical condition and in a matter of days suddenly feel better?"
"Yeah, Cas, and most of them die a matter of hours afterwards. But that's only most, some of them actually DO get better."
"Well I for one don't want you taking that chance." Dean says. "Get back to bed, sleep."
"But I'm fine!" Sam says and groans as Dean gets up and starts pulling him up as well.
"You are not. Well, you may be now, but you ain't gonna be later when you're whining like a 12 year old girl with cramps." Dean grunts under the weight of his bear sized brother. "Dude, you have got to lay off the power shakes, you weigh like 500 pounds.. ugh"
"I DO NOT!" Sam stands up and practically throws dean off him by it.
Cas puts the book he was reading back on the shelf behind him and walks up to Dean as he and Sam continue to bicker.
"Dean." Dean doesn't respond, still engulfed in telling Sam that you in fact can gain weight from eating healthy, while Sam debates that what Dean says may be true, but constant exercise makes up for it. So Cas steps closer.
"Dean." Cas repeats, a little louder. Still, nada.
"BUT YOU SLEEP ALL DAY, WHAT DO YOU DO FUCKING SLEEP JUMPING JACKS?" Dean cries in exasperation. "NOT THAT ANYONE WOULD NOTICE... have you heard you snoring?"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Sam gestures wildly with his hands. No one can tell what exactly he's trying to convey.. maybe it's just to exaggerate his point. Whatever it... is.
"Dean." Castiel is speaking in a gravely voice, and is now standing, facing Dean, to his immediate right. "Dean."
"What? What is it Cas, what?" Dean turns towards him, immediately taking a step back because if he didn't... he could smell Cas. And, well, he smelled pretty damn good. And Dean doesn't want to think about how Cas smells like. So he steps back. And stares into those beautiful blue eyes of his, that sparkle, all the time no matter the lighting. And the twitch of his mouth, the way he is so oblivious to everything, and how adorable he looks when he—
"Dean?" Cas calls him.
"Dean, you good?" Sam is the one calling him now.
"Yeah. w-wha, i'm... yeah?" Dean stutters, brought back to reality.
"I was just going to ask if you wanted me to throw out your greasy sandwich.." Cas looks at him innocently. "While fighting with Sam, it looked as though you were going to throw it somewhere.. I don't really feel like cleaning it.."
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah sure Cas, go ahead, sorry." Dean gives Cas his BLT and in the process tries to conspicuously brush his short hair with his hand so his forearm blocks his deeply reddening face.
Sam sighs, and after some convincing, he finally caves and leaves to rest for at least until tomorrow morning.
Because, a lot can happen in a 24 hours. Quite a lot.
