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The next day, Dean wakes up to find Cas stretched out on the floor is some kind of yoga pose with a cigarette between his lips.
"That can't be healthy," Dean murmurs to him trying to will the sleep out of him.
"It helps me relax."
"I'd make you quit if you weren't so damn sexy doing it," He smirks watching the dark haired man switch positions. "Plus you would be such a bitch without them," he smirks.
"This was easier when you where unconscious," he huffs around his cigarette and standing up.
Dean watches him as he stretches his shirtless torso, his eyes falling on the newer scars. There was a scar on his side from the bullet and the sigil tattoo on his chest was now half scarred from whatever Crowley did before they escaped. They never really talked about it, Dean figured it was better to just move on with life and if it came up they'd work on it.
"I'm going to shower," Cas says leaning next to the bed to put out his cigarette. "You better hall ass if you plan on coming today." He slips from the bedroom.
"We're getting you a job," Dean remembers throwing the covers off and following after Cas.
They take a shower together, Dean trying his best to distract Cas. Placing little kisses on his shoulders and lathering the soap over his body, Cas leaning back into the touch and doing his best to stay focused.
"Dean," Cas warns as Dean nuzzles his neck.
"Hmm…"
"We have things to do today," He states as Dean nibbles his ear, his body betraying him, "Important things."
"We do," Dean agrees continuing his ministrations.
"Your very distracting," Cas turns facing Dean, he nudges him against the wall and kisses him deeply.
Dean fully distracted by the slick body pressing against him, until the water shuts off and Cas slips out of the shower away from him.
"What the hell," Dean gripes, pulling back the shower curtain getting a towel thrown in his face.
"There are more pressing matters," Cas informs him wrapping the towel around his waist.
"I'd say," He motions to his half hard cock.
Castiel eyes him with mild disinterest, "I'm sure you can manage." Castiel leaves the bathroom to go get dressed.
"Fuck that," Dean swears quickly wrapping the towel around him to rush after Cas. He throws open the door and finds Cas getting dressed. "Come on man."
"I'm leaving in five minutes with or without you, Dean." He tells him flatly, throwing his tie around the collar of his shirt.
"Fine," Dean grumbles, willing his mild erection away as he gets dressed.
They don't talk the whole way to the library, Dean driving an old Mustang Bobby lent him until he can fix the Impala. Dean parks the car and the head up the large steps of the large old building, the pair head in earning odd looks from the stuffy old ladies working there.
"I heard the ladies here are bitches." Cas whispers to him.
"You'll fit right in then," Dean shoots back quietly, still peeved about earlier. "I'll be over here, when you're done." He points bee lining to a group of chairs, Cas glaring at his back before he heads to the information desk.
Dean waits for what feels like hours, he can't even remember the last time he even set foot in the library. He was getting bored enough to seriously contemplate browsing the books or just taking a nap sounded good. He goes starts to close his eyes when a familiar shadow falls over him.
"Let's go," Cas informs him.
"Bout time," Dean stands stretching. "You get the job?"
"Yes, I believe I have."
"Great," he smiles throwing his arms over Cas's shoulders, "See, I told you'd fit in."
Castiel shrugs off Dean's arm striding purposefully towards the car as he lights a cigarette. Dean watching him in confusion, he was acting really bitchy lately and Dean had no clue why.
"What the hell's up with you, man?" Dean asks him over the top of the car before unlocking it. "You got a job, dude." He adds as they slide into the car.
"Nothing Dean," Cas snaps back, "You're right, I've got a job and I start in a week." He crosses his arms looking out the window.
"Bull shit." Dean starts the car throwing it in reverse to back out the parking spot, "Is this about earilier?" He sighs, "Because I'm sorry, I didn't realize how important the library gig was."
"Very astute of you, Dean," Cas glares hard out the window. "You don't realize the importance of this."
"Then freaking talk to me, I can't always read your mind." Dean grits out. "I don't think I need to remind you what happened last time you didn't tell me anything." He knows it was a low blow, but it just kind of came out. An uncomfortable silence fell over them.
"This isn't normal for me," He glares daggers at the other man, "I used to sell drugs."
"Ya, but you don't any more. You're a librarian now, Cas, shit happens. You where always better than that crap, man."
"Am I, Dean, I kept doing it despite knowing that I didn't have to." Cas admits, "There was no need, but I knew if I stopped I couldn't get the drugs anymore." His shouts, unable to control himself, "I am no better than the rest of them." He says more to himself, then to Dean.
"Cas, that's not true." Dean looks at him at the stop light, but Cas avoids his gaze. "Just give it sometime, man." He places his hand on Cas's shoulder.
Castiel nods, "I'll meet you back at the apartment," he informs him gravely before he slips from the car jogging away.
"Cas!" Dean shouts, before the car behind him honks, letting him know the light had changed. "Fuck," He swears to himself driving back to Cas's.
Dean knew there was no point in trying to follow him, he'd come back when he was ready. There was nothing he could do till then. He got back and watched some TV before drifting off. He had no clue how long he was out for, but when he came to it was dark outside and there was noise coming from the kitchen.
He stood up to investigate; he knew it had to be Castiel because Gabe was out on another business trip. Dean found Cas sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle.
"Hello Dean," he greets.
"Cas, are you drunk? What happened?"
"I found a liqueur store," Cas shrugs.
"You not even 21." Dean states in disbelief.
"Details."
"I'm not letting you drink alone," he grabs the bottle from Cas sitting across from him before taking a swig.
Cas just stares at him intently, "I was foolish," he shakes his head. "It's just a job, psh." He scoffs at himself.
"Yep, nothing you can't handle." Dean chugs some more, wincing at the burn, he had a lot of catching up to do.
"I just put books on shelves, that's it," Cas slurs a little. "I don't get why the ladies are such bitches."
"Cat ladies man, cat ladies."
"Hmm," Cas thinks for a moment before almost laughing at the mental picture. "You should catch up, faster." He orders Dean.
"Calm down, drunko."
Cas glares at him comically in his drunkenness before stumbling to his feet. He steadies himself and then goes over to Dean, kissing him like an apology. He pulls back their eyes meeting, as he pulls of his shirt and heads out of the room. Dean grabs the bottle and follows after him, smirking to himself.
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