A/N: Thanks, everyone, for following this story! I really appreciate it! I don't have a schedule for when I'll be updating because I just write whenever I have free time. If anyone has any recommendations for other fics or want me to read your's just leave a review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, but that might actually be a good thing.
Cas' POV
My eyes fluttered open and I had a mini panic attack, which I'm very surprised angels can get, when I didn't recognize where I was. I sat up really fast trying to figure out where I was and felt really cold. I looked down at my bare chest and all the memories of last night flooded back to me in one quick rush, giving me a headache.
Since when do I get headaches?, I thought. That wasn't my only thought, though. Where was Dean? I got up and winced slightly at the evidence left over from last night. I waddled around the room picking up my articles of clothing. Dean's clothes were still there too, so maybe he was in the bathroom. I slowly got dressed, trying to escape some of the pain I hadn't realized was being made last night.
After finally being able to walk like a normal person, I searched the bathroom for Dean or at least some sign of him. Nothing. Beside the bathroom, there wasn't really anywhere for Dean to be in the small motel room. I did notice how the room did have two beds even though it was just Dean. Maybe...
Nope. Stop that thought right there. Dean's a demon. He doesn't have habits. He doesn't have feelings and if he did they most certainly were not directed towards you. Now in the words of the demon in question stop "acting like a teenage girl!". I have never had my subconscious yell at me before, but it could be guilt. I mean, I'm going to have to face Sam and he's going to want to know everything that happened so that he can find his brother. Nothing that happened last night was going to help him, though. Only give him false hope like it was to me. No, I can't do that to Sam. His brother is beyond saving, right?
No time to discuss that with myself now. I could hear Sam calling. I could hear the worry in his voice. I know if I don't go to him he'll assume the worst, so I'll have to try to lie. I've never been good at it, I've been told, but I have to try.
Without really processing what I was doing, I flew to Sam in the bunker's dungeon. His face had a look of absolute shock plastered across it that I'm sure was mirrored on my own. I wasn't even tired. Two trips in less than 24 hours and I wasn't tired. How's that possible?
"Cas, are you okay? It's 1 in the afternoon!" Sam asked. He held his arm out to catch me in case I did fall, but I know that both of us found that highly unlikely. If I hadn't passed out yet, then I wasn't going to anytime soon, so I just nodded in response."What did Dean want? Is he really a...a demon?" Sam was extremely worried about what my answer would be, that much I could tell.
In spite of myself, I found my thoughts drifting to the events of last night. What had Dean wanted? I glanced over at Crowley, who was still in the Devil's trap, and he met my gaze with a knowing smirk. I shuddered at the thought of him knowing what happened between Dean and me last night. I met Sam's hopeful gaze again and knew I couldn't pull of lying with Crowley there watching me.
"Not here." I turned around and left the dungeon. I wasn't really paying any attention to where I was going because I was trying to think of a convincing lie, so I was surprised when I wound up standing in the middle of Dean's room.
"Well?" Sam asked. The look on his face made it easy to see that this room made him uncomfortable, but I couldn't bring myself to leave.
"He is a demon." I didn't have to specify who "he" was, thankfully. Telling myself Dean's a demon in my head seems to make it seem less like its really happening and more like I'm just imagining it.
Sam's shoulders visibly sagged. "What did he want?"
There's that question again, but I don't know. Why did Dean pray to me? How did Dean pray to me? "He told me to stop worrying about him...to stop looking for him."
"Well, we clearly aren't going to do that. Is that all, Cas? You were gone all night." Sam said.
"Yes. After that, he knocked me out. I only woke up about an hour ago." Lying is hard. How do they do it all the time? It didn't really matter, though, because once I met Sam's eyes, I knew he didn't believe a thing I said. He didn't push, though. "Would it be okay if I stayed here? To help with hunts and try to find Dean?"
He looked shocked, but he nodded all the same. "The room next door is open. There isn't much in there except for a bed and a dresser, though. My room is across the hall."
Sam left Dean's room, closing the door behind him, and once I heard his footsteps fade into nothing, I laid down in Dean's bed and cried. I don't know why, but I did.
Dean's POV
I woke up unable to move my left arm. I opened my eyes to figure out why and was shocked to find a dark-haired man curled up next to me. I was even more shocked when I realized it was Cas. All of that shock was nothing once I realized we were both naked.
I slept with the angel, didn't I. Crowley's gonna have my ass for this one. With a sigh, I got up and got a new change of clothes. I'm a demon. Shouldn't I be able to just snap my fingers and get dressed? This is so time consuming.
I got dressed as quickly as I could and walked back over to Cas, still lying in the bed we had shared last night. I pressed my lips to the top of his head in a quick kiss and froze. What the hell was I doing? I backed up really quick and left, using my demonic powers to vanish.
Time to find Crowley and get him out of whatever he's gotten into, I guess.
Sam's Pov
Seeing Cas just appear was definitely a shock. He shouldn't be able to do that with his waning grace, but he did. The biggest shock of all, though, was that he was lying. What could possibly been so bad that he had to lie about it? I mean, it has to be worse than Dean being a demon because he didn't have a single problem saying that except for not being able to say Dean's name. Maybe that helped him believe that this wasn't really happening. I shrugged to myself on the way to the kitchen.
I made a quick sandwich and grabbed a beer. I sat down at a table in the library and pushed up the screen to my laptop. Everyone has something they do to calm down and relieve some of the stress, mine just happened to be research. I opened my beer without tearing my eyes away from the screen and took a swig. I clicked on a link and read the article. I nearly choked on the bite of sandwich I had just taking. Apparently, this guy, a Mr. Richardson's, throat was cut open and was left to bleed out in his car outside of his house. According to the autopsy, his throat was cut open with something similar to a bone. There was absolutely not a chance that this was a coincidence. Not one.
I printed out the article and went to Dean's room. Cas was still there asleep on Dean's memory foam bed, which was only slightly surprising. He was curled up in a ball and looked so vulnerable. I went to the side of the bed and shook his shoulder. The angel flinched slightly before leaning against my hand.
"Dean..." His voice was hoarse and he had definitely been crying. I tried again, more forcefully this time. Cas rolled over and opened his eyes. His mouth opened to say something, but a crash was heard coming from beneath our feet. Neither of us said a word as we sprung up from our spots and ran towards the door to the dungeon. I pushed open the door to see that the crash had been Dean falling into the shelves. I had a feeling he would probably come to break Crowley out, but so soon after telling us to stop looking for him was a little unexpected.
"Heya, Sammy." He gave me a little smirk and then winked at Cas, who was standing behind me. Cas choked back a sob. I knew if I didn't get him out of there soon, he would break down into a crying mess on the floor. Something happened last night and now that I can see that the stares are still existent, Dean can't be completely gone.
With new found evidence that I could save my brother, I was going to do something extremely stupid. I threw holy water at him. Dean clutched his face, giving me perfect access to his wrists. I whipped the demon cuffs off of the toppled shelf as fast as you could blink and locked them around his wrists. He looked up at me with solid black eyes that shone with pure hatred. I poured more holy water on him and dragged him over to another devil's trap and pushed him inside. Turning around to leave, I saw Cas, eyes filled with tears, still standing in the doorway. I pushed him out of the door gently. He was hiding something from me and I was going to find out, but I could tell this was not exactly the right time.
A/N: Sorry it isn't as long as the first chapter, but I didn't really plan what I was going to write. I can assure you, however, that everything isn't going to be as easy as this chapter may have made it seem. We still have much pain and sadness before we can get to the fluffy adorableness. I'm also sorry about any OOC-ness. I try. I really do, but this will never amount to the real thing. Anyway, I hope everyone is having a wonderful day and please leave some cute baby names in the reviews because I can't come up with anything. :)
-StolenByTheFandoms67
