A/N::: Hellloooo guys! so here is a story i planned ages ago but i only just realised i'd started writing it and now i've started writing it again... but i've decided to upload it in chapters (which means it's going to be a long one... well, that's the plan) so... yeah... this is nummer eins!
Summery::: Some weird creature that feeds of orgasms (in the loosest term) has been killing couples. Why? That's what Team Free Will is gonna find out... But what they don't expect is to find out a little more than they expected about them selves... Destiel, set sometime when things were happy (possibly during the apocalypse... or maybe before)
Disclaimer::: I don't own anything really... seriously... i'm poor and homeless... only kidding! But i generally don't own Sam or Dean or Cas (as much as i want to...)
Enjoy, mon amis! :)
A/N::: someone asked if i could change the spacing of the text... i hope this is ok (just message me if you have any other questions... i am new to this shibang so i have no idea really)
Dean wasn't listening to Sam. Well, he acknowledged that Sam was saying something and that it was probably quite important (going by the serious expression on his brothers face) but the words weren't quite processing themselves in Dean's brain.
"and i think it..." Sam stopped as he noticed Deans vacant expression. He knew Dean well enough to know that that expression meant he wasn't listening. But, he decided to get the jerks attention as subtly as possible. "Hey, Dean, are you listening?"
"mmm...what?" Dean says, shaking himself out of his stupor. He looked sheepishly at Sam and said (in an very unconvincing tone). "of course 'm, Sammy!"
Sam just gave Dean the biggest meaningful look he could muster and decided to get his information before Dean's attention was carried away again. "Right... anyway, i just said that i've found a case in the next town from here. 3 couples have been murdered in the space of a year... even for a serial killer that's a lot!"
"what's the vics got in common?" Dean asked, frowning slightly.
Sam grinned, glad to have Deans fullest attention now. " The only thing i found was they all went to this 'Couples Convention' at the Town hall... think we should..."
"...Check it out?" Dean finished. "Hell yeah!" He paused in the act of putting his jacket on and glanced at the clock on the wall. "on the other hand... that can probably wait until morning, right?"
Sam nodded and they silently got ready for bed. Once the lights were out, they both drifted off into their normal, restless sleep.
Morning came and Dean noticed something was odd. His bed felt unusually warm. The kind of warmth you get from having someone in your bed...
"Wowa!" Dean yelled as he opened his eyes and found a mass of brown hair in his face.
The mass of brown hair stirred and grunted. Dean couldn't help but notice that that was a very manly grunt. Had he somehow sleep walked into another mans bed? Dean would of thought this if he knew for sure that he never sleep walked. That brought the possibility of it being someone else who had sleep walked into his bed. This was a disturbing and strange thought to Dean and he brushed it aside. The only other option was this was a very strange dream. This was the option he hoped was true. The hair next to him grunted again and began to turn. Dean held his breath, unsure what he might find on the other side. He knew he should probably woken up Sam, or at least got up out of the bed. But there was something unnervingly familiar about the hair that made Dean stay.
The hair had finally turned round and Dean gasped at the very familiar face that he saw.
It was Sam.
Sam slowly opened his eyes as he heard someone gasp. Was Dean having another nightmare? No... that voice sounded too close to be Dean. He peered through his half open eyes and saw the green eyes of his brother.
They stayed that way for a while, unsure on what to say or do. When they finally spoke, they spoke at the same time.
" what the hell, dude?"
They fumbled their way to sit up and looked around the room.
"why am i in your bed?" Sam muttered as he looked around to his own bed. His eyes stopped his scanning as he saw a figure that was lying in the bed he (apparently) had exited in the night. "whose that?"
"Whose what?" Dean asked looking towards where Sam was pointing. He gased at the figure and frown. "I got nothing... d'ya think it's someone dangerous?"
"i don't know..." Sam said uncertainly.
Dean cautiously got up from his bed and creped over to the other bed and the (hopefully) sleeping figure. He turned to the other side of the bed so that he could see the mans (if the short hair was anything to go by) face. He gasped for the second time that morning and looked at Sam.
"It's Cas!"
"Cas!?" Sam said incredulously. He leaped out from the bed and bounded to where Dean was standing. Indeed, the angel was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. "Maybe... maybe we should wake him?" He said, looking at Dean.
"umm... you're right..." Dean cleared his throat and looked down at the sleeping man before saying not-so loudly. "Erm... hey, Cas... could you, like, wake up or... um..."
Sam frowned at him. "what was that? i said wake him not mutter at him!"
"alright, alright!" Dean snapped. He looked back at Cas and (this time) said it much louder. "Oi, Cas! Wake up buddy!"
Cas stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. Deans face fell and he spoke louder still. "Cas! Oi! Wake up, mate!"
Still, Cas simply grunted slightly but didn't wake up. He twisted his body slightly so his (surprisingly) bare shoulder was visable. Dean grasped it and shook the man, getting all the more loud. "Cas! Cas! Wake up!"
Cas continued to refuse to open his eyes. Dean looked helplessly at Sam, who reluctantly joined in with the shouting. "CAS! CAS!"
Eventually, after more shaking of shoulders and shouting, Cas opened his eyes blearily. He looked confusedly at Dean and Sam, who were above him. He then began to register his surroundings. His expression began to get more worried.
"where am i?" He asked nervously.
"never mind that, why the hell are you in Sams bed? naked!" Dean asked, frowning.
"Sams bed...? naked...?" Cas repeated nervously. "i'm afraid i don't remember how i got here... i just remember being in France one minute and then waking up just now.."
"Ok..." Dean looked at Sam, who nodded. Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle. He opened the lid in a flash and splashed Cas with it. Cas looked at him looking hurt.
"You think i'm a demon?"
"you can never be too careful, Cas..." Dean says, not looking at Cas.
They stay in silence for a while.
"well.. erm, me and Dean need to go and do this case... would you like to come with us? you can't really go that far without any clothes..." Sam said still looking nervously at Cas.
"Ok, i would like that very much!" Cas's mouth forming a half smile.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "good, we could do with some help!"
"You need some clothes!" Dean interrupted. Without waiting for Cas to speak, he walked over to his overnight bag and picked out a shirt and pants. "Here" He handed the clothes to Cas (who was still in the bed). Cas stood up and the blanket fell off him, revealing everything.
"Oh my god, Cas!" Dean cried as he glanced at Cas. "Put it away, dude!"
Cas looked down at his private parts and then at Dean, a familiar confused look on his face. "i don't understand Dean, how do i 'put it away'? Where am i supposed to 'put' it?"
Sam snorted. Dean glared at him and sighed as he spoke to Cas again. "I mean put some clothes on.. .actually..." Dean smiled wickedly and rushed over to Sams overnight bag. He rummaged around in there and, before Sam could stop him, he pulled out some of Sams underwear.
"You'll need to wear these too!" He flashed a grin to the fuming Sam.
"Couldn't you have used your own?"
"Everyones gotta give, little bro!" He said patronizingly.
Dean handed Cas the underwear. Cas, though, continued to stand still awkwardly holding the clothes Dean had given him.
"You gotta put it on, you know?" Dean said after a while.
"i... i don't know how..." Cas nervously muttered, not looking at Dean or Sam.
"Er... Well, you put the label to the back, and then put one leg in one hole and the other leg in the other... you got that?"
I... i think so..." Cas replied. Dean was determined not to look. But after he heard Sam laugh at something Cas had (or hadn't done) Dean glanced down at what Cas was doing. Cas, it seems, had managed to get the underwear not only the wrong way round, but also was trying to force both legs into one of the holes.
"What the hell Cas?"
Cas glanced up and almost fell over but managed to catch himself.
"Did i do it wrong?" He looked like a kicked puppy (and was as naked as a puppy too).
"Just a bit, Cas!" Sam said, his voice almost breaking with laughter.
"oh... i'm very sorry, Dean..."
"look, you see the way round it is now?" Dean asked, trying to be as patient as possible.
"yes..." Cas said uncertainly.
"Well, put it the other way round... with the white thing facing your ass!" (Deans patient tone wasn't what others would call patient...).
"ok..." Cas said quietly and began to follow his orders. Dean glanced down again, this time he saw the underwear were the right way round.
"Ok, now put your right leg in the right hole and your left in the left hole... "
Cas didn't say anything this time and followed the instructions. Finally, he had both legs in the underwear and he looked triumphantly at Dean.
"did i do it right?"
"erm... yeah, now pull it up... it ain't doing no good down there!"
"ok..." Cas pulled his underwear and he looked back at Dean, grinning. "I did it!"
He looked over at Sam, far too excited for a grown man (or angel...). "See?"
"Yep! Well done Cas!" Sam said, feigning excitement. He looked seriously at Cas, trying hard to not let a grin escape his lips. "Hey, Dean'll help you get ready and i'll get some breakfast!"
He winked at Dean and grabbed his jacket and left.
"son of a bitch.." Dean said under his breath.
"so, you'll help me, Dean?" Cas asked nervously.
"Of course!" Dean replied.
It took about 30 minutes to get Cas into Deans shirt. And another 20 with the pants. By the time he was fully dressed (and wearing a a huge, impish, grin) Sam had returned with a newspaper and some breakfast (which involved some greasy fast food and sugar filled, energy rich drinks).
"Say's there's another Couples convention meeting today at 12..." Sam glanced at his watch. "we could make it!"
"we've a problem.." Dean said, glancing over Sam's shoulder at the advert in the newspaper. "it says 'only for couples'..."
"couples plus one!" Sam pointed to the advert.
"but there's three of us..." Dean indicated to himself, Cas and Sam. "maybe we should go find a girl for me and you, and then Cas can be our plus one" He added to Sam, under his breath. "We know how he is with women..
"We have 20 minutes, Dean!" He raised his eyebrows. "And it's gonna take us that long to get there!"
"Well, how are we gonna get in? unless you want me and... " he stopped speaking as Sams smirk began to grow. "No way, dude!"
"i never said anything!" Sam said, feigning ignorance.
"shut up! i aint doing it!" Dean folded his arms and pouted.
"Dean! Lives are at steak! Do what your brother says and stop acting like a child!" Cas piped up, glaring at Dean.
"but..."
"yeah, Dean! Do what i say!" Sams grin had gotten even wider.
"Fine!" Dean said reluctantly. "but don't you be complaining when we get there! cos i swear to god if you do..." He shook his fist at Cas and muttered about needing to go into the bathroom.
"What does he mean?" Cas asked.
"you'll find out soon, Cas" Sam replied, trying not to laugh.
