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Yummy Yummy
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Dean grinned in amusement as Sam made his way to 'Ariel.' He didn't get to enjoy his amusement for long because someone's hand was slowly making its way up his arm. He gave an annoyed sigh and turned to tell his admirer off. His breath caught at the sight of familiar blue eyes staring up at him. 'C-Castiel!'
'Hello, Dean,' Castiel replied. 'I tried calling you, but there was no answer. I see that it is no longer necessary.'
Dean nodded as he took in just how close Castiel was standing. He took a step back. 'Yeah… Uh… So did you think of anything?'
Castiel's senses were being overwhelmed. Between Dean's scent and the over-sexualized vibe running rampant through the crowd in the bar, he felt drunk. He probably should have stayed home like Gabriel had suggested, but he was lonely. It was a new town, and he was getting bored waiting for Gabriel to arrive home with dinner. 'I couldn't stop thinking about you,' he said as he moved closer.
Dean frowned and took another step back, pressing against the wall. 'Uh… Okay…'
Castiel leaned forward and breathed in deeply. 'You smell…wonderful.'
'W-what?'
Castiel sniffed at Dean's neck and made his way up. 'Mmm… What sort of shampoo do you use?'
Dean pushed at Castiel, but found the man to be stronger than he was expecting. 'H-hey! Back off!'
Castiel pressed his body fully against Dean. He could feel someone watching them and getting off to the sight. As the voyeur's need rose, so did Castiel's, making it hard for him to think straight. 'Never heard of it. Is it expensive?'
'What the hell is wrong with you!?' Dean shouted as he managed to get a good grip on Castiel and flip them around. His mouth went dry as Castiel moaned in his arms and sagged against the wall, staring up at him with blown pupils. 'C-Cas?'
'Please?' Castiel let out another moan as Dean's lust washed over him. 'Please, Dean… I'll let you do whatever you want to me… Fuck me? I wanna feel you inside me… Wanna taste you… Please?'
Dean released his hold on Castiel and quickly backed away. He held his hand up to Castiel, hoping the other would get the hint and stay put. He sucked in a breath and groaned as Castiel leaned forward and took Dean's index finger into his mouth and sucked.
Dean shook himself and pulled his hand away. He forced himself to ignore the hurt and confused stare that Castiel was giving him. 'Go home,' he said, his voice shaking.
Castiel tilted his head. 'Will you come with me?'
'What? No! Fuck! Just…just go home, and sleep off whatever the fuck is wrong with you!' Dean shouted. 'Promise me you'll go home'
Castiel sagged against the wall and directed his pheromones at Dean. 'I promise to go if you come with me. We could have a lot of fun…together.'
Dean suddenly found himself not caring. He stepped forward and gently ran his hand along Castiel's jaw. He leaned forward and was jostled as someone banged into him. He pulled his hand away as if burned. 'Go home, Cas,' he ordered.
Castiel reluctantly nodded, and Dean hurried over to Sam.
.-.-.-.-.
'Dammit, Cas!' Gabriel shouted. 'That guy's probably gonna press charges!' He ran his hand through his hair as he paced the small hallway.
'I'm sorry,' Castiel whispered.
'No…no… It's fine. We'll blame it on you being drunk. They're just here on an investigation, anyway. They won't be here long,' Gabriel said as he looked over Castiel. 'I told you to stay home.'
Castiel shrugged. 'I was bored. I thought I would help you bring someone home,' he replied miserably. 'Then I got here… And…and Dean was here… Gabriel, he smells divine! I want him for more than just one night. I want to drink of him and wake up in his arms, wrapped in his scent.'
Gabriel laughed softly, shaking his head. 'You're too young to settle down. You still go into a frenzy. Lucky you didn't do it just now.'
Castiel nodded and stared at his feet. 'I turned down the bank manager because of him…'
That caught Gabriel's attention. 'What? You never turn anyone down! They so much as look at you, and they end up in your bed. You are the most indiscriminate siren out there!'
'I know! At the morgue…I… Well, the coroner was there, and she smelled nice…and that was great. Then I met Dean… He smells…just…God, I want him. I went to bank after, and the manager was eager enough, but I didn't want him, I want Dean! I don't…I don't even… I think I've lost my appetite…'
Gabriel stared at Castiel in shock. 'Okay…uh… Look, why don't you head home and get some rest?' he said shakily. 'I'll pick up a cheap date, and we'll see how you're feeling then. Okay?'
Castiel nodded and pushed off the wall.
'Here, go out the back,' Gabriel said softly as he ushered his brother to the door at the back of the hallway. 'I'll see you when I get home.'
.-.-.-.-.
'Dean, what's wrong?' Sam asked once they were inside the Impala.
'Remember Doctor Novak?'
Sam nodded. 'Yeah… Why?'
'He was there. In the bar.'
'So?' Sam gave Dean a look, not sure where Dean was going with this train of thought.
'He was…fuck. I dunno. He was not acting like he was this morning,' Dean explained.
'What do you mean?'
'Well, he was all over me, for one! And not just trying to hang off me and steal a kiss. He was begging me to fuck him right then and there,' Dean said, hardly believing it himself. He could barely believe that he didn't take Castiel up on his offer. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the thought that the situation was so bizarre. Had no one bumped into him, he probably would have taken Castiel right there against the wall.
'Was he drunk?' Sam asked. Now that he thought about it, everyone in the bar was overly friendly. 'Wait, everyone there was acting…weird. Do you think…something's going on at the bar?'
Dean stared at the flashing mermaid. 'I have no idea…'
.-.-.-.-.
'Tammy, Tammy, bo-bammy. Banana-fana fo-fammy. Fee-fi-mo-mammy. Tammy!'
Dean looked over at Sam and snorted. 'We got called in…for this?'
Sam's shoulders shook with laughter as the girl on the other side of the one-way mirror spun around the room. She switched her song to puppies before seeing her reflection and running up to the mirror.
'You! You are beautiful! Wow! Oh! Oh, look at that tiny pimple! That's okay! I love you anyway!' She kissed her reflection and pressed her cheek against the mirror. 'You are amazing! You're gonna ace that test on Monday, and then you're gonna see your mom and get that date with Josh! Josh likes you! Everyone knows it, but you're just too chicken shit! Well, I don't have to be scared anymore, because I'm wonderful!'
'Whatever she's on, I want some,' Dean said.
'We have no idea what it is. She didn't test positive on any of our drug screens, and we're waiting for her toxicology report to come in,' the police officer said. She opened up the file she held and shook her head at it. 'Why do you think we called you guys? We were hoping you had seen or heard of something like this.'
The girl skipped around the interrogation room, reciting historic figures and their accomplishments in a sing-song.
'Straight-A student, never misses a day of school… That's why she's even here. If she hadn't gone to class, no one would have called us on her.'
'What did she do?' Sam asked.
'Do? Nothing,' the officer replied. 'Her professor called us because he thought Tammy was high. She was singing love songs while she was working out a calculus problem on the board.'
'Did she get it right?' Dean asked. He shrugged when Sam and the officer stared at him. 'What?'
'Actually… Yes,' the officer admitted. 'He said as much. He was surprised that she had even raised her hand to solve it. She's normally very shy and quiet. Keeps to herself. If she is called on, she stutters and visibly shakes.'
'Well, I guess we can try talking to her,' Sam offered. The girl was acting weird. Maybe it had something to do with Dean's encounter with Castiel.
The officer regarded the brothers for a moment. 'Suit yourself, but I don't think you'll get anything new out of her.'
Dean entered the interrogation room, closely followed by Sam. 'Tammy, right?'
Tammy stopped her dancing and turned to face Dean. Her face lit up in a bright smile. 'Wow! If I weren't so hung up on Josh, and you weren't so tall, I'd totally ask you out,' she confessed.
Dean paused on his way to the table and gave her a nod. 'Uh, thanks.'
'No problem. You look great,' she said then looked at Sam. 'You, too! Everyone should hear these kinds of things more often. Don't you think?'
'Yeah, really boosts your confidence,' Dean said as he sat at the table. He motioned for Tammy to sit. 'So, Tammy… You seem really happy today.'
'I feel amazing!' she admitted as she sat across from Dean. She looked up at Sam. 'Oh, I'm sorry! Did you want to sit? You can have my chair.'
'No, I'm fine. Thank you,' Sam replied. 'I'm good just standing.'
'Anyway, Tammy,' Dean said, drawing the girl's attention back to him. 'Do you know why you feel so great?'
Tammy shook her head and shrugged. 'Life is…amazing. And so full of love. I love Josh. The moment I see him, I'm going to ask him out. I've said it before, but this time…this time I mean it!'
'Okay…that's nice… Uh…' Dean looked up at Sam for help.
'Can you walk us through your morning?' Sam asked.
'Sure! I woke up, peed, brushed my teeth, masturbated, took a shower, masturbated, had pancakes for breakfast, masturbated, did my hair, masturbated, got dressed, went to school, went to calculus, got escorted by a couple of really hot cops to their car… And now I'm here,' she said. 'Oh! I took my shoes and socks off when I got in here. I like the feel of the floor on my toes.'
Dean snapped his mouth shut. 'Sounds like a fun morning.'
'It was. I'm really horny right now...'
'Wow. Okay. Uh, what about last night? Anything weird happen?' Dean asked.
'I went to a bar,' Tammy said. 'I don't normally go to bars, but Sherry convinced me otherwise. It was so much fun! Everyone was so friendly, and our waitress was super nice and sparkled… And…I think I met someone…'
'Who?'
Tammy shook her head and gave a confused frown. 'I…don't know… He…he had these wings. Like a sweet, little angel,' she said dreamily. 'He was so nice. He took care of me. I've never been with a man that put my needs before his own. I came! Over and over! God, it was amazing! The things he did with his tongue! Wow.'
'Okay, then!'
'And…then…someone took me home… It might have been him. He kissed me. He was so gentle and sweet… And sad. He shouldn't be sad. I told him not to be sad, and he smiled at me. Told me I was a beautiful young woman with a bright future ahead. Then he told me to not be afraid. And…I'm not.'
Dean and Sam stared at the girl as she played with her hair, smiling softly to herself.
'Thank you, Tammy,' Dean said as he stood. He looked to Sam and nodded to the door.
'Guess we're talking to her neighbors next,' Dean said when they were in the hall.
'We already did,' the police officer said as she exited the observation room. 'No one saw anything.'
Sam sighed as he crossed his arms. 'So, now what?'
'Well, we're gonna let her sober up, then send her home,' the officer replied.
When they were back in the privacy of the Impala, Sam shook his head and sighed heavily. 'So we have a siren, and now we have…something else?'
'Shit…' Dean rubbed his hand over his face and stared out the windshield. 'Maybe I should go check on Cas? See if he's still acting weird.'
Sam nodded in agreement. 'Yeah… I'll check the school, see if anyone saw who she was with last night.'
'Why don't you just ask Ariel?'
Sam coughed and blushed lightly. 'Who knows? Maybe he was affected, too. Everyone there was… Well, you were there. It was a fucking orgy waiting to happen!'
'Something in the water? Or beer?'
Sam shook his head. 'I don't think so. I wasn't acting like a horny teenager last night, and I had some of the beer.'
'Right… Well, I'll call you if I find anything out,' Dean said as he got out of the car and headed back into the police station.
Dean made his way to the morgue. He pushed open the door and looked around. No one was there. He poked around the immediate area with no luck in finding anyone. How was he supposed to find Castiel? He recalled the previous night and Castiel claiming that he had called Dean's phone.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked his missed calls. There was only one number. He called it and waited, tapping his foot.
'Hello?' answered a scratchy and sleep-filled voice.
'Cas? Castiel?' Dean said. 'It's Dean. Dean uh… Turner.' He smiled at the squawk and sounds of the phone dropping.
'D-Dean?! Dean. Hello! Um… How are you?'
'I'm good,' Dean replied. 'How about you? You were actin' kinda…weird last night.'
'Weird,' Castiel repeated. 'Sorry.'
'It's all right,' Dean assured him. 'I wanted to talk to you about last night. Did you happen to see anything or anyone…strange at the bar?'
'You mean, besides myself.'
Dean laughed softly. 'Yeah. Besides you.'
'Sorry. No. I went home just after you had left… Like you told me. I…was not feeling well.'
'Okay… Well, if you're feeling better, you wanna meet up for lunch?' Dean asked. He frowned when Castiel didn't answer. 'Cas?'
'Y-yes! That sounds quite nice,' Castiel replied. 'Um… There is a small café just south of the college. Hamlet's. I can meet you there around…one?'
'Sure. It's a date!'
'Oh! Really? Um…yes. Goodbye.'
The phone went silent before Dean could return the sentiment.
.-.-.-.-.
Dean waited patiently at the café. Sam had gone back to the motel to do more research when his inquiries went nowhere.
It was a quaint, little place. Couches, coffee tables, recliners, and bookshelves were crammed into the small space. Dean had managed to snag a loveseat and was sipping his coffee as he waited. 'Dean. You're early.'
Dean looked up at Castiel from his spot on the loveseat. 'It's around one,' he pointed out.
Castiel nodded and carefully sat next to Dean. He set his mug of cocoa onto the coffee table and fidgeted.
'Hot chocolate?' Dean asked with a slight teasing tone.
'I uh…have a taste for chocolate,' Castiel admitted. 'It runs in my family.'
'So…not to put you on the spot or anything, but…what was with last night?' Dean asked. He winced when Castiel stiffened noticeably.
'I-I…I don't normally act like that,' Castiel replied. It was sort of true. Normally, he didn't go to bars or clubs. Or anywhere where humans were likely to be running high on hormones. Especially when his brother was pumping his own pheromones into the mix, egging everyone else on.
'Yeah, that whole crowd seemed a little wired,' Dean said.
Castiel grimaced and took a drink of his cocoa. 'So…you're not going to press charges?'
Dean laughed and leaned back. 'What? No!'
Castiel relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank you.'
'Yeah, you weren't the only one messed up. There's a girl at the police station that's totally whacked out.'
Castiel's breath caught. 'W-what?'
'A girl that was at the bar last night. She's…drugged up or something. Horny as all hell and going on about love,' Dean explained. 'Made me think about you and how you were acting.'
Castiel ducked his head, blushing. 'Oh. Well, I'm fine, now.'
'Yeah… You sure you didn't see anything suspicious? No…weird looking people or anything?'
Castiel glanced up at Dean and shook his head. 'Like I said, I went home right after you left. I…wasn't in my right mind.' He wondered how long the agent's investigation was going to take. 'I thought you were here about the murders.'
Dean shrugged and reached for his coffee. 'So did I, but then this weird…drug thing turned up.'
'Maybe…it's not drugs? Humans are capable of feeling natural highs,' Castiel suggested.
'I dunno… That was some high she had goin'.'
Castiel stared into his mug. What should he do? What should he say? What was he going to tell Gabriel? His brother was going to be so angry if the FBI agents made the connection. He tapped his nail on the mug and sighed.
'Hey, you okay?' Dean asked, bumping his shoulder against Castiel's.
Castiel's wings twitched under his coat from the contact. 'Yes. I'm fine. Just thinking of what could cause such a reaction.'
'Well, you're the doctor. If either of us had a clue, it'd be you.'
Castiel forced a smile. 'Maybe her toxicology report will have something,' he said absently. 'Perhaps she was taking a combination of medications that did not agree with her.'
Dean nodded. 'Yeah, I'll have Sam look into that…'
They settled into an easy silence. Dean finished his coffee and stared into his empty mug.
'So…chocolate, huh?'
Castiel jumped at Dean's voice. 'Yes. Um… It's good for you.'
Dean laughed. 'Did you know that chocolate has the same stuff in it as your brain does when you have an orgasm?'
Castiel smiled at Dean with a raised brow. 'Phenylethylamine.'
'Fa-what?'
'What you're thinking of,' Castiel clarified. 'And yes. I know. That may be why I like it.'
Dean gave a half laugh as he stared at Castiel. 'Good reason.'
'Though, it's hardly a substitute for the real thing, is it?' Castiel said, testing how far he could go with Dean. Like his brother, subtlety was not his forte. He would love to just pull the other man on top of him and let Dean take him right there on the small couch, but he doubted that Dean would feel the same way.
Dean eyed Castiel for a moment before throwing his arm over the back of the loveseat, his hand barely brushing Castiel's shoulder. 'Yeah… So uh…what are you doing later?'
Castiel opened his mouth to respond, but thought better of replying with a casual 'you.' 'I don't have anything planned,' he said.
'Wanna grab a bite, and maybe some coffee later?' Dean asked, fiddling with the collar of Castiel's coat.
Castiel breathed deeply, getting drunk off Dean's scent. Maybe he could convince the agent to take him along when he left town. How would he go about introducing Dean to the world of the supernatural? And then convince Dean the he wasn't a threat? 'That sounds—'
'Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got love in my tummy!'
Dean sniggered as Castiel made an annoyed grunt and fished out his phone.
'Excuse me…' Castiel turned away from Dean, and his teeth flashed out. 'I'm busy,' he growled into the phone.
'I don't care! We have a problem!' Gabriel's voice replied.
'Being out of graham crackers is not a problem.'
'No, wrong problem! That FBI agent just came to see me! Y'know, the really tall, hot one?'
Castiel looked over his shoulder at Dean and gave a small smile. 'Yes…'
'He came to see me. He was asking about that chick from last night! The one I brought home for you! The one you wanted nothing to do with! Fuck, man! I couldn't focus on his questions! I… Fuck! I fucking blew him and told him everything! I fixed it, but what if did it wrong? What if he ends up remembering?! We have to move. Tonight. I'll start packing. We'll fake our deaths and just move to Vegas with everyone else! Aunt Clotilda and Uncle Max'll take us in until we get ourselves sorted.'
'Wait! Don't…don't do anything! I'm coming home right now. We'll talk about it,' Castiel said as he stood. 'Just… I'll be home soon.' Castiel ended his call and gave Dean an apologetic look.
'Uh…everything all right?' Dean asked carefully.
'My brother can be overdramatic,' Castiel explained with a sigh. He caught Dean's relieved smile. 'But…I will have to cancel our plans for tonight. Maybe tomorrow, if you're still in town?'
Dean nodded as he stood. He leaned forward and seized Castiel's lips with his own. He had intended for the kiss to be light and brief, but Castiel pressed further in, eagerly deepening the kiss. Dean didn't argue and brought his hand up, threading his fingers through Castiel's hair.
Castiel grabbed at Dean's coat, holding him close. He didn't want it to end. He didn't want Dean to leave. Not after being teased by such a scent. His eyes flew open as he caught a whiff of the other patrons in the café. He hadn't meant to pump out any pheromones. He quickly pulled away, taking in Dean's lusty, but confused stare.
'I…I'm sorry. I really must be going,' he said softly and backed away. He tripped over the coffee table, and Dean caught him as he fell. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not throw his arms around Dean's neck. 'Sorry!'
Dean watched in confusion as Castiel hurried out of the café, muttering apologies. Before Castiel darted out the door, Dean called after him. 'So, I'll see you tomorrow?'
Castiel paused in the doorway and looked at Dean, face brightly flushed. He nodded quickly and left.
Dean scratched his head at the sudden turn of events. The only explanation he could think of was that Castiel was still feeling the effects of whatever had happened the night before.
