Sam x Jimmy x Destiel
"Crying Wolf"
Rating: T (Dean's naked, get over it )
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Suspense, Fluff
Chapter One: When Needed The Most
Dean had just come back to the motel from Bobby's house. He was torn inside by the fight him and Bobby had about Bobby's worth in life. He tried to convince him that he's more than his chair limits him to. Bobby just doesn't want to live anymore.
Dean didn't notice the angel who poofed in the room as he's done many time before. "Dean?" Castiel's voice was apparently in distress. He felt Dean's pain and agony and frustration. He felt it all. All of Dean's emotions. It racked him like a hurricane inside a tornado. It was a tough rush of everything.
Dean looked up at Cas, with this tired and scared look. He couldn't say much of anything. "Cas... I... Never meant.." Cas knew Dean was struggling. Cas put away his logical explanations and advice, because that's not what Dean needed right now. "Shh" Cas cooed to him and walked toward him with no hesitation and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Dean broke right there. It didn't take much to make him fall to his knees in Cas' arms and cry his heart out. "Cas, I'm so sorry!" He cried over and over into Cas' chest. Cas continued to 'shh' him and rub his back. He's never seen Dean this way and he never wanted to. He wanted to hear the sarcastic, witty, undeniably annoying comments coming from Dean's all too known smirk. But no, Dean was broken inside.
Cas was also dealing with his internal feelings. He's never felt such grief for a human before. He felt...something, and to feel something meant a lot to Castiel. As Dean's whimpers and tremors stopped, Cas looked down on Dean to see his eyes. Dean looked up with his dark, hazed brown eyes.
"Come on." Cas stood them up and took Dean's hand and walked to the bathroom, practically dragging Dean behind him. "Castiel, I.." "Shush. No words." Castiel said as they entered the bathroom.
Dean listened. Dean actually listened. Castiel told him to strip and Dean did. Cas turned on the shower, making sure the temperature are about human allowance.
"Take a shower, then we can talk." Dean nodded and tried not to look at Cas' eyes. As Cas was leaving, something in Dean snapped. Dean grabbed his arm and Cas looked back shocked. When Cas and Dean's eyes met, Dean couldn't help himself. He practically smashed their lips together in a frenzy, and Castiel joined the same frenzy as Dean. The kiss only seemed natural to them.
Cas then decided it was enough and he pulled back. Dean stayed close to his face, and couldn't stop staring at Cas' lips. Cas placed his hands on Deans chest. He felt something so real right now, so right. "Just... take a shower, okay?" Cas' said, his voice slightly cracking in nervousness. Not only was he experiencing one emotion, he was experiencing multiples now. How does a human do this, he thought, everything is so overwhelming.
Cas finally left the bathroom, closing the door gently. He looked at double beds of the motel. He looked around and everything felt completely different and new to him. He slowly felt his world gravitate toward a new focus. It was no longer about his father anymore, it was about Dean, it was always about Dean.
Cas had slammed his body on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting his new human-like sensations flow through him freely. Before Cas' daydreaming and thoughts came back to earth he realized a wet, nude, dripping Dean was looking down at him on the bed. Cas' eyes focused on Dean's own eyes and they realized they were home, despite being in a cheap, disgusting motel, they were right where they needed to be.