Gotta Have Love

There wasn't much that Dean Winchester could say he had not seen yet. It was mostly because of his line of work of being a hunter that he had seen it all; from ghosts, to demons and from the first demon to hell hounds. Of course, that was before he woke up in a very small wooden box gasping for air a couple months ago. Then come to find out that an angel had saved him from Hell, an angel named Castiel. By meeting this angel it was the beginning of a whole new ball game and they had to learn quickly. The war was now between Angels and Demons. The Winchester family plus Bobby and Castiel were stuck in the middle having to deal with the seals. If they were broken, Lucifer would rise and that was the last thing they wanted.

For Dean he saw things differently now than he did before he went to Hell. It probably began with how he had lost his brother to a demon. Sam was taking the advice and help from Ruby refusing to listen to him. It was ridiculous! Just because he had been gone for four months didn't give his brother the right to go over the edge. As much as he would like to trick himself over the information he couldn't anymore. He could blame the person who showed him what his brother was doing but that would be childish. Castiel only wanted to help him.

Dean just had too much to think about as he was drinking at a bar. He never did any of the research since Sam was always so willing to do it. The small sound of glass meeting the table wasn't heard to anyone else except for Dean. He looked around the room after finishing his three shots wondering if there was anyone interesting to flirt with. His mind was racing and he needed a very good distraction. Just as he was about to get up and go after a certain busty blonde, a hand landed on his shoulder. He looked back ready to hit whoever it was but instead, his thoughts calmed and he felt at home. Dean couldn't explain why he felt at home as he looked at the intense, bright blue eyed angel had a streak of only being able to appear directly behind him. At least this time there was a chair to put a few inches in between each other.

"Dean, we need to talk." he stated levelly using his powers to read Dean's mind that he was about to go confront the blonde. Castiel knew he was still having trouble with the information of Sam tapping into his powers given to him by Azazel but it wasn't like he could try to…comfort him.

"Cas, can't you go bug someone else? I need this time off." he sighed shrugging his hand off before trying to walk away. Castiel would have none of that as he moved in front of him and touched his forehead zapping them back to the hotel. Dean was in the middle of taking a step so instead of standing upright when they landed back at the hotel he nearly fell over, if it wasn't for Castiel in front of him. The angel's arms wrapped around the human to help steady him. Dean quickly pushed away from the other not even bothering with a word of thanks. "What is so important Cas that you had to drag me back here?" he asked noticing that at least Sam wasn't there to make things even more awkward.

Castiel was used to the odd ways that Dean acted when they were close. Then again he wasn't a model citizen only understanding enough human interactions to barely get him by while he was on Earth. "You are still unsettled over the information with Sam." he stated, expression never changing from the calculating one he always wore.

No matter how long or often Castiel would give him that look it would forever be uncomfortable. He was an angel of the lord making it even worse because he knew that Castiel was able to look into his soul, very deep into his soul. Then again this was the angel that raised him from perdition, stitched him completely back together, and was now constantly coming to bug him for help. If anything this was the first time that Castiel came to him without needing something in return and it felt nice. However, he would never be the type of person to easily talk about things. "I'm over it." he said quickly and instantly moved to put distance between him and the angel.

The angel tilted his head watching Dean move over to one of the beds and sit down. "I do not think you are over it Dean."

"And how can you assume that so easily?" he asked looking over at Castiel annoyed that he could just think he knew him so well. It had only been a few months, maybe half a year they knew each other and he was trying to say he knew him inside out.

"You hardly talk to Sam right? It's hard to see the both of you in one room as well." pointed out Castiel as he walked over to where Sam's laptop was left open. This was still a device he didn't understand completely and he pushed on the lid closing it shut, wondering what it did.

Dean was even more confused by Castiel's words. The angel barely had time to even think about God's orders and now he can read some basic human interactions? "When did you become Dr. Phil?" he asked.

"No I am still Castiel." he assured Dean not sure why he would call him by someone else as he looked from the laptop over to Dean.

"Not…never mind." he sighed as he walked over to the fridge to grab a beer. "I'm not going to spill my guts to a dick angel so you might as well just pop me back to the bar." Dean really didn't want to deal with Castiel's questioning but really it was the other's eyes that bothered him. It was so unfair that his vessel already had bright eyes and now they were piercing with the fierceness and loyalty that Castiel had. He meant that in a completely straight way of course! Castiel is a great friend, even better ally in this war and he will remain that way.

Castiel looked around the room not completely sure of what else to say since he wasn't the best at human emotions and could only barely tell when something was upsetting Dean. He knew that there was no reason for him to make this much of an effort for his charge. All he was supposed to do was make sure Dean didn't die, help him out, listen to his orders, and stay completely to Heaven. It was already odd that he was willing to do this much for his charge to actually care for feelings that he didn't understand. His main goal mostly involved figuring out something strange happening to his vessel. He had never heard of any other angels having problems like he was facing before. Usually he could ignore his heart but when Dean sometimes got too close, stared at him for a good amount of time, or talked highly about him, it was hard to ignore the quickening rhythm. Sometimes it would feel like his chest tightened when Dean mentioned women, like when he saw him talking with the blonde. Nothing was making sense to him since it would only happen around Dean which is why he thought if he helped Dean with his emotions he could figure out what was wrong with his vessel. He would ask Jimmy but he mostly kept his vessel under wraps so he wouldn't be exposed to the evils he dealt with on a daily basis.

"Dean I just…" he started before stopping himself because as an angel you never did anything for yourself, it was always a team effort for Heaven. "Something is wrong and talking works right?" he asked since he didn't have Sam here to help him out.

Dean looked up when Castiel first said his name and raised an eyebrow when he stopped. It seemed like he changed the whole question but he didn't really care. "No, what it does is make you weak. I don't need to talk about my feelings because when someone does, it quickly becomes a chick flick moment and there's to be no chick flick moments." he stated.

Castiel tilted his head not understanding the phrase "chick flick moments" and it didn't look like he was going to clarify it anytime soon. "You are my charge." he explained.

"Stop with that bullshit!" he snapped nearly slamming his beer down as he looked over at the angel. "I am not your charge. You pulled me out of hell, thanks. Now stop worrying about me!"

There it was again, the tightening his chest and he wanted to yell things back at him or do something against what the other was saying. Instead he only remembered how Dean was just his charge, nothing else. "Fine Dean." he said and he was gone in a blink of an eye and small sound of wings.

Dean somehow felt guilty maybe even a little bad for how he had forced the angel to leave. He shouldn't be feeling like this because it was just Castiel, he was an angel, a soldier, and a dick. Those were perfect reasons why he shouldn't worry about how he talked with him or how their goodbyes went. "I bet that hot blonde isn't even at the bar anymore…" he mumbled thinking of the first excuse he could to not leave the apartment and quickly finished off his beer.

It wasn't too long and only a couple beers later before Sam walked into the motel. Just the way his brother looked messing with an empty beer can bottle did he know that something was wrong. However, as easily as that was spot he could also tell that his brother wouldn't want to talk about it either. His brother needed to stop holding in his feelings like that. "Okay what happened? Did all the chicks turn you down?" he asked.

Dean just grunted as a reply not even bother to pick up the beer bottle as it tipped over and rolled off to the floor. He walked over to the bed peeling off his coat as he went on his way. "Nothing happened I just wasn't in the mood."

Sam kept his mouth shut even if he knew better and set his bag down on the table. "You know, it won't hurt to tell me at least something." he pointed out to Dean as he felt the other's bed make a sound as he lied on it. He sighed as just more quiet came from the bed and he looked back seeing Dean trying to hide underneath the blankets. Just once he would like for Dean to talk with him without Sam needing to guilt trip it out of him. The only good thing about how this whole situation was playing it is that he knew exactly who it was. It wasn't a hard brain teaser to know that somehow his brother and Castiel had some kind of bond. He also noticed how when the angel appeared when he wasn't around their encounters weren't the most pleasant and always left Dean like this. Sam didn't take pleasure in seeing his brother in this kind of pain but he just wished he would realize what is going on between the two of them. It was a two way street though. Castiel was an angel he didn't need emotions but the more time he spent with the brothers the more you could catch micro expressions crossing his face if you paid close attention. The both of them were feeling something, just not acting on it.

Alright here is my first chapter. It is the beginning of my first chapter fanfiction involving Supernatural. There will be multiple pairings but the main ones will be Destiel and Sabriel. It will begin before the episode 'The Rapture' but not too far from it. Reviews are nice and I hope you enjoy the story as I update it.