This is my first Supernatural story. It is set during the season four timeline, but is AU. Any criticism to help me make the boys seem more true to their original characters would be awesome. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters.
It had taken Dean hours to convince Sam that they needed a break, and now that they were on "vacation" Dean was thinking that maybe he should have kept his burger filled mouth shut. It wasn't like the apocalypse would take a time out for him, and not being on a case didn't stop him from thinking about hunting.
Sam was watching a movie and insisted that Dean get out of the motel room so he didn't wear holes in the carpet from pacing around with boredom. That, and apparently his majesty was hungry. Next time you should eat more than a plate of frigging lettuce for lunch.
For a while Dean just drove around the suburbs to look at the life he'd never had. As long as he could remember he'd had the Impala, but a car can only function as a home for so long. Right now all he wanted was to have his own porch to sit on and to share a few beers with his brother as they watched their dog run rampant in the yard.
Dean shook his head in disbelief. A dog? He could barely even look after himself.
"There are no demons in this town, why are you still here?"
He was startled by Cas' arrival in the passenger seat, his raised voice proof of this, "Son of a bitch! We aren't allowed a few days off? The demons aren't going anywhere!"
"No, they aren't. But they are killing innocent people."
"Cas, I know they're killing people. But I need a break okay? I'm losing my mind. I need to forget about all things supernatural for a while." Dean waited for Castiel to lecture him but instead the rustling of feathers broke the silence as he vanished.
When Dean arrived back at the room, armed with enough pie to feed the both of them, Sam was asleep on the couch. His legs hung over the armrest, making him look positively gigantic. Without a second thought Dean eased his brother's boots off and pulled a blanket over him. Nothing was as beautiful as Sammy sleeping with his mouth open, spit running down his cheek and a snore that would rival a bear's roar.
The familiar sound of fluttering wings alerted him to another presence in the room. It wasn't out of character for Castiel to return once he had reflected over previous conversations.
"Don't think you can sneak up on me twice in one night." Dean turned around and noticed Cas was sitting on one of the beds instead of standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. He looked troubled.
He dropped down next to the angel, "Hey, are you alright? You look like you've just lost your puppy."
"I do not have a puppy Dean. You of all people should know this." Before Dean could say anything, Castiel looked up and furrowed his brow, "I do not know if this is the right thing to do but if it is what you truly want, I can do it."
"You can do what?"
He stood, his brilliant blue eyes piercing Dean's soul. For a moment he looked like he was going to say something, but he decided against it and turned away.
"Cas, you're scaring me. Is it your grace?" Please God don't let him lose his grace.
"Do not worry Dean, I am not losing my grace. This is much more serious than that." Castiel opened the front door and stepped into the night. Which worried him because Cas never used doors.
Outside, he sat on the footpath and held a beer out to Dean. Maybe Cas was picking up human behaviours easier than he had first thought.
"Now Cas, I don't know what you're getting at, but I don't think boozing me up is the right way to go about it. You know how I get when I'm –"
He interrupted, "Intoxicated? I am aware that you let your hands wander when you are drunk, yes."
Dean took the beer and laughed to himself. Castiel must have been thinking about a turn of events some time ago. They had just finished a raid on a vampire coven in Wyoming when he and Sam had decided that they needed victory drinks. Cas had appeared in the car as they had pulled into the parking lot and they wouldn't take no for an answer. The angel sat between the brothers at the bar, looking positively lost, and every time the barman put a drink in front of him he passed it over to Dean. Which was how he had managed to get royally wasted for the first time in years and tried to cop a feel of Cas' ass. Needless to say Castiel only dealt with Sam for a few months after that.
"Dean, are you listening to me?" Cas rested a hand firmly on the hunter's shoulder, "I said, I can help you forget about all things supernatural."
"Wait, what?"
"I can erase everything from your memories. Sam's too. You'll wake up with a completely normal life. An 'apple pie' life I believe you call it."
"So, no vampires? Demons? Anything?"
Cas looked up at the moon and scowled, "Nothing. Of course they will still exist, but you won't be aware."
"What about you?"
His eyes softened, "It will be as if we never met."
