Author Note: I'm remaking the fic Confused, since I really didn't plan it out, but now I will plan it and write it out better (I hope). I did the last one a bit hectic.
I'm rewording most of the beginning, to make more sense to my goal.
This was written set more or less season 5 or maybe before that (I've seen more, but it is genericly set at season 5)
Castiel placed his hands strongly on the table before Dean, his eyes closed. ''Dean, this isn't a good idea.'' His voice was less grating than usual; one would even go as far as to say it was squeaky.
Dean crossed his arms and stared at the angel until it stared back. ''I don't like this either, but it's the easiest way.'' He pointedly looked at the non-human straight in the eye. ''Just do it. That's an order.''
The generic motel door opened and a gangly, stringy Sam Winchester entered, silver laptop under his arm. ''It's done.'' He looked at the two men, visibly unhappy with his information. ''We're in.'' He cocked his head with an uneasy smile.
Castiel sighed with a gruff and moved away from Dean, his arms hanging oddly at his sides. He moved his eyes rapidly from one side to another, his head down; he was obviously in some sort of distress.
Dean smiled at the two and the awkward silence child of their situation. The more he thought about it, the better off he was of the three. He still has his killer looks, and he was the most social of the three (what Sam did was girly-touchy-feely crap, it didn't count) not to mention, he owned the worlds most glorious car. In hind sight he better leave it behind. It did not do good to put his baby in danger.
The elder Winchester mocked a scowl and leaned back in his shabby wooden chair. ''Aww, come on, Sammy, I am taking this seriously.'' Vibrant eyes met dull as he smiled a charming grin at the taller male. ''...'' Rolling his eyes, he got off the chair, facing the distracted angel and his little brother. ''Look, I am taking this seriously, just not...psycho-Nazi like you two geeks, OK? We gotta job to do, and all the puppy eyes in the world won't get you anywhere.'' He stared his brother down, waiting for some form of rebuttal.
Sam looked away, pinkened cheeks. He would have said something, but it had been true; he had been trying to 'cute' his way out of this situation, so to put it. A sigh escaped his lips and he looked back at his brother, embarrassed apology clear on his half-smiling face.
''OR YOU.'' Dean cut in the silence suddenly, nodding to the angel. It hadn't gotten past Dean how reluctant the man-angel was. His eyes bore down the blue-eyed vessel Castiel wore. He turned completely to the angel, and pointed at him, unsure for a moment what to do.
Castiel seemed slightly shocked but he held himself, curiosity overcoming his new-earned feelings. His head cocked to the side, in his characteristic 'understanding-failure' pose.
''Don't you dare'' Dean's hand stood firm, pointing at the angel, ''ditch us, do you understand me?'' Uncharacteristic venom laced his gruff voice.
Castiel was taken aback, and, confusingly, he blushed furiously crimson at the human. ''I...I...I wou-...'' His voice was broken with befuddlement as he looked anywhere but Dean, breathing deeply. ''Iwouldn'tdothat.'' He practically whined explosively at Dean, earning a quirked eyebrow from both the brothers. ''I-I'm trying to say, I don't know what...secondary effects this'' He signalled himself, still red, and then the guys, ''has on my powers or on my vessel.'' He added the last part quickly, the red on his face and unease in his stomach, both foreign to him, affecting him. His face showed complete obviousness as he then look the green-eyes man straight on, as if it was something even a small child could understand.
Dean grimaced slightly and turned around, scratching the back of his head. ''Well, uh..''
''We should probably go to bed..'' Sam decided quickly, eyeing the two rapidly.
Author Note: It makes sense for this to be a chapter, this long. It's basically the same as the last part, it made sense so far, really.
I have more a sense how to continue now, so I will be making this better as I go along. The broship between these lot is not as secondary as I innitially wanted, but it isn't the main plot.
The main plot it fixing he condition they were in.
Condition, you ask? I know you noticed it.
The weird characterisation, the weird stuff I wrote about Dean saying he was 'the one better off out of the three' (his point of view by the way, not mine), this will make sense soon.
I'll just say it's a pretty common plot cookie in a lot of stories, though I haven't really seen one like this, but then again all stories are different.
