Warnings and all that stuff: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. This is rated M for the usual (Although, I kind of like plot more than porn). Also, there is a major char death in a later chapter, but I don't do sad. I don't like reading sad and I don't like writing sad, so I promise it's not that bad.
A/N: I began this story during that stupid poll, but if you're like me, I never want to hear another mention of that thing. I did like where this story took me, so I decided I had to finish it. The poll is only mentioned in the very beginning as a catalyst for what transpires next. It is not the center of the story and is never mentioned again after the first few paragraphs. I hope you like!
This story is already written and only has to be typed up, so updates will be pretty quick to follow.
* For anyone following Broken By Betrayal, I haven't abandoned that story, but I seem to be having a hard time publishing that because it went to a pretty dark place. I thought I'd take a small break from it and write a slightly happier story (although this one won't be all kittens and sunflowers either). After this one is done I'll get back to the other, promise.
Chapter 1: Let The Games Begin
"You have to be kidding me. Do these people have nothing better to do than….than this?!" Dean looked at the computer screen, eyes wide in exaggerated horror. "I'm gonna freakin' kill Chuck." Castiel and Sam both laughed. "Hey man, you should have seen the first round, you would have loved that." Sam teased. "I'm sure I don't want to know." He shrugged Sam off and walked to his duffle bag and pulled out a copy of 'Busty Asian Beauties'. He flopped down on the bed and began thumbing through the pages.
"Chill out Dean. It's just a game." He looked at Sam over the magazine and thought about telling him to 'blow him', but considering the context of their conversation, he thought the better of it. "I knew they put me and you together like that, but now me and him? Really?" Dean glanced over and watched Castiel hit the 'vote' button on the screen. Sam doubled over in laughter as the words 'Thank You For Voting!" appeared on the screen.
"Cas, what the hell, man?!" Castiel looked over at him and couldn't hide his grin. "You're being silly, Dean." Dean put the magazine down and stood up. "You and me… together… together, Cas…as in TOGETHER-TOGETHER. Get it?!" Sam walked over to the bed and picked up the magazine, easily noticing the two year old copy date before putting it back down. "You didn't react this way to the whole Wincest thing, Dean. What's the real problem here?"
"Well that was just ridiculous, like you and me would ever… But this is… it's…" Sam interrupted his stumbling speech with a grin. "It's what Dean? Could 'POSSIBLE' be the word you're searching for?"
"Shut up Sam."
"We can't vote again for another hour, Sam." He addressed the comment to Sam, but looked straight at Dean when he said it, watching as Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. Sam shook his head. "Hell no, I won't stand for that. I'm voting on my phone right now, you can vote on yours too Cas." Sam pulled his phone out and pressed the internet button.
Dean threw his hands in the air and walked back to the other side of the room. "Screw you both!"
Sam looked at Cas and stifled another chuckle. "Nope, afraid not. That was round one…"
Dean turned around and glared at Sam. "Thanks for that Sam. Really, I needed that image in my head." Sam realized that maybe he'd taken the joke a little too far and backed off. Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose as he walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Castiel closed the laptop and looked up at Sam. "I think we may have upset him." Sam smiled at the obvious statement. "Yeah maybe, but my guess is that part of that image isn't as disturbing as he pretends it is." Cas studied Sam's face, confused. "What do you mean?" Sam just shook his head. "Nothing Cas, don't worry about it. You're completely oblivious anyway."
"Sam, if you're suggesting…" Sam held his hand up to stop him. "I need to hit the library and check out a few leads in town. I'll be back in a few hours." Sam headed for the door, but Cas jumped up to stop him. "You're leaving me here alone with him after you made him mad at me?" Sam laughed. "He's not mad at you, he's mad at me and it's stupid anyway. Trust me, you'll be fine. Just do the finger to the head thing and put him to sleep if he's too much of a bitch when he gets out."
After Sam walked out the door, Castiel opened the computer back up and looked closer at the screen. 'Destiel' – that's an odd word, he'd never heard it spoken before. He typed it into the search bar like he'd seen Sam do countless times before and clicked on the first result on the list. He gave a nervous laugh as he read the words in something called a 'fan-fiction'. "No wonder Dean's not happy." He said the words out loud, not realizing that Dean had come out of the bathroom and was standing behind him.
"You think, Kojak? I tried to tell you." Dean laughed when Cas jumped in surprise. "Sorry Dean, I didn't realize…" Dean put his hand on Cas' shoulder and grinned. "Relax Cas, I'm not really that uptight. I was just screwing with Sam. I already knew about that stupid poll. Granted, I hoped Sam wouldn't find it cause I knew he'd start this shit." Cas rolled his eyes and slowly shook his head. "You do realize that you're little tantrum made him think this is true?" He nodded to the screen, looking more than a little disgusted.
Cas noticed that Dean suddenly lost some of his good humor, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. Sam's just trying to be funny. He knows it isn't true. Did he say anything else before he left?" Dean looked more than a little upset, although he was trying to play it off. "Not really. He did insult my observation skills, which is utterly ridiculous. I spent over two thousand years observing Earth as part of my duties." Dean turned around so Cas wouldn't see him stifle a laugh. "I'm sure your observational skills are impeccable, Cas." He lied once he composed himself enough to speak. He silently wondered what Cas' definition of 'observe' was, considering how much of humanity he just didn't get, even after all this time and everything they'd been through.
Dean got up from the table and pulled a couple of beers out of the small cooler on the floor. He handed one to Cas who immediately lifted it to his lips. That simple movement gave Dean an idea. He sat down at the table, moving it closer to the angel. "So Cas, that story that you read while I was in the bathroom; it looked like you didn't like it all that much." He took a swallow from the bottle, searching Cas' face for reaction. When he didn't get one he continued. "As someone who observed humanity for over two thousand years, you must have some thoughts about it?" Castiel was looking at him with such an odd expression that Dean almost didn't have the heart to continue – almost. "I'm just kind of curious how you feel about strangers writing that kind of stuff about you, an angel of the lord and all. You must have some opinion of it."
Cas took a deep breath and looked directly at Dean. He knew this had to be a trick question, Dean's way of pulling him into his and Sam's little game. He desperately wanted to feel that he was finally 'one of them', but Sam and Dean could be incredibly immature when it came to these stupid games. Whatever he said could and would get him into trouble. He decided to go with the academic answer, although he knew full well that wasn't what Dean was asking. "It was well thought out and very imaginative, but there wasn't much of a plot and quite a few spelling errors." Cas hoped that Dean would let it go with that. He was suspicious, bordering on paranoid, after Sam had tricked him earlier.
Dean smirked and rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant Cas." He slowly moved his hand to Castiel's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, keeping his eyes trained on the angel. "What did you think about what we were doing in the story?" He slowly moved his hand up Castiel's leg, leaning in slightly, still watching as Castiel's eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open.
Dean sudden fell forward into the chair once occupied by the angel, now empty. "Why did you do that Dean?" Castiel asked from across the room. Dean laughed quietly and stood up, making his way across the room. The poor angel looked terrified. "Well damn Castiel. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were scared of me." Dean grabbed the angel by his tie and pushed him into the wall, placing his other hand on Castiel's chest, fingering playfully at the small buttons. Again the angel disappeared.
"Are you 'screwing' with me too now, Dean?" Castiel asked from across the room, this time using the small table as a barrier between them. Dean laughed and started to move towards him again. "Well, I'd like to, but you won't stand still." Dean was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse a little too much.
Cas put two finger in the air as a warning. "If you don't stop, I will put you to sleep like Sam suggested." Dean raised an eyebrow, knowing he'd lost the round. "Just so you know, conspiring with Sam against me is never a good idea. It will get you in trouble every time." Dean turned and sat down on the bed. He picked up the remote and began channel surfing. He rolled his eyes up at the angel who seemed to be in shock. "Remember this next time you think Sam's crap is funny."
Castiel huffed before he disappeared with a flutter of wings. Dean could have sworn he heard the angel curse him as he left. Dean laughed into the empty room before turning his attention to the TV.
"Why must you and your brother act like infants all the time?" Sam jumped, dropping the pile of books he was carrying and let out a gasp as Castiel appeared directly in front of him. "Damn Cas, don't do that. You scared the crap out of me." He leaned down to pick up the books, trying to hide his amusement at the level of flustered that was rolling off the angel. "This isn't funny Sam. Do you have any idea what he just did?" Sam stood up, biting his lip to keep from laughing. "Considering how ruffled your feathers are, I can only imagine."
"My feathers are not ruffled, Sam. You can't ruffle something that has no physical form." Sam shook his head and led Castiel to the table he was using as a make shift office. "So, what did he do?"
Sam listened to Castiel's story, thinking that Dean's behavior ranked somewhere between inspired prankster level to just plain mean, considering how you wanted to look at it. Dean had to know that being that aggressive would freak Cas out. Sam gave Cas a look that said two things. The first was that he felt bad for the poor guy, but the second was an assurance that this was far from over.
"Okay, so if it's a war he wants, it's a war he'll get." Castiel turned away huffing. "Sam, I do not want any part of your ridiculous war. No offence, but Dean…" Sam laughed. "What Cas? You afraid of him or something? Trust me, he'll be expecting retaliation: Be disappointed if we don't. What we have to do is hit him with the last thing he'd expect."
"Since he's expecting us to retaliate, than not retaliating will be the last thing he'd expect. I say we go with that."Sam saw the logic in that, but brushed it off as no fun at all. "Cas, trust me. You doing nothing is probably exactly what he expects. I'm the nice one, remember. I wouldn't tell you to do this if I didn't know it would be okay. So, here's what you're gonna do."
Cas listened to Sam's plan with unmasked horror on his face. "Relax Cas, it serves him right. Anyway, he started it, remember." Cas shook his head at Sam. "Okay, but you better hope there isn't an angel blade laying around because you two will have an awful hard time explaining to the motel manager why there are charred angel wings in the motel room."
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