Dean heaved a sigh of relief as he laid down his now-showered self onto the bed. His muscles ached with exhaustion. The rugaru had been hard to catch up to. His was a pretty clear M.O. but still it took a couple of days for Sam to actually track him down and then Dean pinned him down and Castiel burnt him. Having an angel on the case, made it ten times easier.
The door opened and Castiel entered. He had stayed back to clean up the mess and let Dean and Sam go back. Dean had wanted to kiss him there and then but he took pity on Sam's eyes. Besides, Sam still didn't know anything about them.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said, smiling softly at the hunter, sprawled on the bed.
Dean gave him a lazy smile and held out his arms, invitingly. Castiel shut the door behind him and walked to Dean.
"Hey, Cas," Dean whispered as Castiel sank down on the bed beside him and lowered himself into Dean's arms.
Dean closed his arms around Castiel's shoulders and one of Castiel's hands went down under Dean's head to pull him up. They kissed, slow and languid, happy after a hunt well done.
"I'm saving people, Dean," Castiel breathed against Dean's lips.
"Yes, you are," Dean chuckled, ruffling Castiel's hair.
Castiel grinned at Dean, a habit he had picked from Dean himself. His grin almost mirrored Dean's. Castiels' emotions and expressions were all influenced by Deans'. Yet there was such individuality in everything Castiel did… It was all just so… Castiel.
The bolt on the bathroom door moved and Castiel teleported away to a chair. Dean missed the warmth and the blue eyes, instantly. He cursed lightly under his breath and turned away to pout at the window.
Sam ran a hand through his wet hair, frowning at Dean.
"What's with him?" Sam asked Castiel.
Castiel shrugged, another habit picked up from Dean.
Sam rolled his eyes and walked to the door.
"I'm going to get dinner, guys. Don't burn the house down," Sam said, before shutting the door behind him.
Dean sighed as he felt Castiel's arms go around his waist, just moments later. Dean twisted in Castiel's arms to look at him.
"Who knew the angel of the Lord was a cuddle-r!" Dean murmured, smilingly.
The smile on Castiel's face faded to be replaced by a frown. He looked away from Dean.
"I'm hardly an angel, Dean," Castiel said, his words barely audible.
Dean felt the guilt settle in. He cupped Castiel's face and made him meet his eyes. He leaned into to kiss Castiel, soft and apologetic. Castiel melted against him, falling into place with him like a puzzle piece.
"It's okay," Castiel murmured, running a hand down Dean's spine.
"I'm such a dick, Cas," Dean said, regretfully, closing his eyes and nuzzling against Castiel's chest.
"No, you're not."
"Sorry."
"Shut up."
Dean chuckled slightly. He looked up at Castiel.
"Wanna do the dirty?" Dean asked, smirking.
Castiel rolled his eyes.
"You're exhausted, sleep," he ordered.
"Aw, man! I'm not sleepy," Dean said, ending with a huge yawn.
Castiel started to laugh, little tremors running through his body. Dean joined in a moment later. The laughter was free and unrestrained. The kind that made your jaw and stomach hurt. It had been so long. Way too long.
Wiping the tears at the edges of his eyes, Dean looked at Castiel, grinning, finally sobering up. Castiel smiled and then moved quickly to kiss Dean's forehead, as if Dean would swat him away otherwise. Dean's eyes fluttered close. Castiel kissed each eyelid and then the tip of Dean's nose. Finally, he laid a chaste kiss upon Dean's lips.
"Sleep, Dean," he said, gently running a hand through Dean's hair.
When Sam returned with dinner, Dean was fast asleep and Castiel was sitting on a chair, reading a magazine, his feet propped on Dean's bed.
'Let's waste the day together,
Just you and me.'
Dean watched as Castiel smiled conspiratorially at the piece of paper in his hand, under the table.
Being the first one to sleep, Dean was also the first one to rise. Even though Dean had returned the sentiment of Castiel's note the same night, he wanted to repeat the feat. He had grabbed a piece of paper from Sam's notepad and his pen, hidden from Castiel's eyes. Unable to think of something as eloquent as Castiel, he had written what he actually wanted to say. His scrawl was hurried and small, but legible.A town later, as they were heading out to the diner, Dean slipped the piece of paper into Castiel's trench coat, 'accidentally' bumping into his shoulder.
"Dean, what's your order?" Sam asked, looking at his menu, oblivious.
"Cheeseburger with a side of fries, followed by-" Dean started, grinning.
"Apple pie," Castiel continued, smiling at Dean.
Dean smiled back.
Sam sighed. "Seriously, Dean? It's pretty early for something that greasy."
Dean gave him a look.
"Okay, okay. Just trying to help," Sam said, holding up his arms in surrender.
When Dean pulled out his wallet to pay for breakfast, he found a piece of parchment in there. Even before he had seen it, he knew who it was from. He smiled to himself, ducking his face towards the wallet to avoid Sam's confused looks. Pulling out a couple of bills, he shoved the parchment into his coat pocket and led the way outside.
Castiel followed him, smirking.
Sam was befuddled by the two these days. Their secretive smiles and touches, and they thought Sam couldn't see it. He knew what was going on. At least he had an inkling, especially after the night he had woken up accidentally and immediately froze up to the sounds of moans and groans. For a second he thought Castiel and Dean were being tortured but then he heard… other stuff coming from Dean's mouth which made him want to brain bleach himself. He had to stay still through the whole thing and be tortured by it for what seemed like two hours before sleep claimed him. Dean had wondered aloud why the moose was irritable that day and Sam had just thrown his coffee cup and left for the library.
Dean had ignored Sam for the rest of the week and talked to him only through Castiel, except for during the hunt.
"Sammy, I will drive off if you keep standing there," Dean shouted to Sam over the radio, shaking him out of his reverie.
Sam huffed out, exasperatedly and settled down in the car.
"There is no
Better way
To drain the
Stamina contained
Inside there
Earthly bodies,
Then to love
Until there is
No loving left
To be done."
What about Sam?
-Cas
Dean blanched at the words. His breath came in gasps as he read and re-read the parchment in his hands, imagining it in Castiel's voice and imagining his beautiful face. The blue eyes. Poetry had never been effective until Castiel.
He shook himself, looking around the empty room, with Sam showering and Castiel out for a newspaper and information run. Taking out Sam's laptop, he googled Christopher Poindexter.
"We loved and we loved
And we loved each other,
Over and over and over,
Until time could no longer
Spend its blood on us."
Will take care of Sammy. He has a date with the library.
-Dean
P.S.: Can't wait to love you more.
