Angel and a Shotgun
It was late at night and the sound of crickets chirping could be heard out of Dean's hotel window. He couldn't sleep from the images running through his mind. Across the way Sam could be heard by his incessant snoring.
"Dean, I need to talk to you," Castiel said from his seat. He didn't require sleep so he sat up all night doing whatever angel's so.
Dean tried to ignore him but the thoughts in his mind made it hard to do. Quickly he pulled back the covers. "Damn Cas, can't a man sleep when he lives a life like I do?"
"You were not sleeping. You were tossing around thinking thoughts," Castiel said dryly.
Dean shifted to look at him closely, "Okay. What is it?" He could feel his eyes roll, partially irritation and possibly sleep.
Castiel shifted, "Dean I need to tell you something..." He seemed perplexed which made Dean think it had to be something dangerous.
"You said that already," Dean said in a rough voice. "If it's important we should talk about it now so I can build a plan."
Castiel looked him in the eyes, "I like you." He said this so straight-faced in made Dean laugh.
"I know, I like you too," Dean said before lying back in bed.
"No, Dean. I mean, I like you a lot. I like you like that woman likes the pizza man." He turned his head to the side not sure if that old reference would work.
Dean shot up in bed and stared at Castiel in horror, "Damn Cas, what?" His face was cringed up because he knew his friend wasn't joking. Could he admit to himself that he didn't feel something though?
The sound of glass shattering and feet stomping broke into Dean's thoughts. He jumped from his bad and pulled out a knife he had hidden under the pillow. Castiel was already battling the cloaked men. Dean saw the look in there eyes.
"They're Demons" Castiel said, putting one had on a man's chest and letting the light cleanse the body.
Dean rushed at one woman who was close to Sam's bed and stabbed her with the knife. She fell to the floor in a heap, dead.
Sam was alert and fighting but he seemed still partly asleep. Dean knew he could hold his own after all he had been through. Sam was a tough fighter now.
The three of them were handling the demons but they had no clue why they had come other then to make a mess. The motel room was trashed and the noise was sure to call attention soon.
Dean hoped through the broken window and rushed to the impala. Castiel and Sam weren't far behind. He popped the trunk and pulled out a shotgun with salt rounds. Castiel started the car and moved so Dean could drive his baby.
Sam was almost in the car when a Demon stabbed him with a unique looking dagger. Sam dropped, out cold.
Dean shot the demon with salt rounds but nothing happened. He wanted to rush to Sam but Castiel was already on it.
The salt rounds worked on the other demons and sent them running. The one lone demon fought with Castiel.
Suddenly it ran off and tried to hide in the tree line. Castiel grabbed Sam and threw him over his shoulders.
Dean opened his car door and rushed to see if Sammy was okay. He was stopped in his tracks though by a heavy arm. The deadly demon had him in a chock hold. Dean could see his vision blur and it took a lot of energy to break free.
Suddenly Castiel was behind the demon, stabbing him with his own knife. The demon dropped to the ground. Castiel kept the knife and put it in his pant line before hauling Dean to the impala.
Dean, trying to seem alert started up the car and looked back at Sam who appeared calm if not asleep. Castiel came back with the stuff and slid into the passenger's seat. Dean took off full speed not wanting another attack.
Castiel waited till they were on the road, "Who were those demons? I haven't seen anything like them. Do you think they are more powerful than the leviathans are?"
The thought of fighting Leviathans in purgatory came to Dean; it was an un-savory image where the only good thing was Castiel. "I sure hope not" he said.
Castiel took out the knife and looked it over with a close eye, "It looks a lot like the knife we have, but the designs are unique. I can't read them. Maybe a prophet could?"
Dean snapped his fingers, "Good thinking Cas, we should look for Kevin. He will be able to read it for us."
Castiel put the knife in a compartment and then looked ahead at the road. "About earlier, Dean..."
Dean was about to turn on some AC/DC. "What is it Cas, can't you see I need some time to think."
Castiel thought of all the hard things he had done and said in the past year; killing his fellow angels, turning on the Winchesters, being used by evil, fighting for his life, leaving Dean with a guilty conciseness. He couldn't go on any longer without telling Dean how he felt, without allowing it to be healed. Castiel needed to heal more than he needed to pay.
Castiel reached out and pulled Dean into a tight kiss. Dean looked shocked but after a minute his eyes closed and he joined in. The air was suddenly gone and Castiel felt lighter because of it. If Dean could forgive him and see him like this then everything would be just fine.