Chapter 2: A Visitor in the Bunker
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It was a week before anything really changed.
During that week, Sam was a pain in Dean's ass. Anytime Dean mentioned Cas or angels in general, he'd be rewarded with a muttered, "Destiel."
Dean stopped mentioning said things entirely, but that didn't stop his brother. Sam took every opportunity to bring up the angel, though he'd begun referring to Cas almost solely as Dean's "boyfriend".
He also started cooking Cas-related foods. BLTs, which Cas had made for them during the Leviathan disaster, as well as PB&Js and hamburgers, both of which Cas loved. There were other things too, angel food cake and hot wings. And an obscene amount of blue food.
And, of course, there was that stupid song. "I'll Just Wait Here Then". At this point, Dean had it memorized. Sam certainly knew it by heart, as he sung it all the time. If he wasn't singing it, he was humming it, and if he wasn't humming it, he was whistling it. As if that wasn't bad enough, Sam's incessant repetition of the tune got it stuck in Dean's head frequently. Sometimes, he'd even catch himself humming it by accident.
He knew Sam was doing this all just to get a rise out of him, but he couldn't help it. Thinking about him and Cas as a couple made him feel… well, not exactly uncomfortable, but decidedly not good.
By the end of the week, Dean decided he might make use of the iPod Sam had bought so long ago. He wiped all Sam's shitty pop music off of it, replacing it with a bunch of badass rock songs. He jammed the earbuds in his ears when he left his room, hoping it would drown out anything Sam might be singing.
He walked down the hall bobbing his head along with the music. He wasn't really looking down, so he almost stepped on…
"What the hell? Sam, you got a cat?"
Sam popped his head around the corner, looking sheepish. He bent down and picked up the tiny black thing. Dean took out the earbuds and gave his brother a weird look.
"Not exactly. He was outside and I brought him in so I could call his owner. There's a number on his tag."
"Oh."
"There's no name, though." Sam glanced at Dean with a wicked grin. "I'm calling him "Catstiel" for now."
Dean sighed. Though, he had to admit, the cat's blue eyes did have a striking similarity to the angel's.
"Have you called yet?"
"No. I was about to, but he wiggled out of my hands."
"Well, get on with it. For all we know, the cat is possessed by a demon and it's in here to get intel."
Sam busted out laughing, and Dean actually joined in. He was still a little worried that there was more than the cat than meets the eye; with their luck, it was to be expected. But Sam wasn't stupid, so Dean decided to let it go.
They called the cat's owner from Sam's cellphone, and agreed to meet the woman nearby. They weren't so stupid they'd hand out their address.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up next to a blue sedan in a gas station parking lot. A 20-something woman hopped out and thanked them profusely for returning her cat. Who, by the way, was named "Angelo".
Sam had a field day.
Dean blasted AC/DC on the way home, thankfully able to keep Sam from singing "I'll Just Wait Here Then". They got back, and when they went inside, Sam started humming the song. Dean missed the harsh tones of "Highway to Hell".
As soon as they walked in the door, they were met with a set of blue eyes.
Dean cursed mentally when a smile crossed Sam's face.
"Cas! I'm so happy to see you!"
"It is nice to see you again, Sam," replied the angel.
Cas turned his attention to Dean, making the hunter feel rather uncomfortable. Especially because Sam was excitedly mouthing "DESTIEL!" at him.
"Dean. How are you?"
"Good," Dean said stiffly. "What's up?"
"I was hoping I might be able to spend some time here, with you two. Now that Hannah and I have… dealt with the rogue angels, she's gone back up to heaven and I don't have much to do."
"Why didn't you go up too?" Sam asked curiously.
"I'd prefer to stay out of heaven's politics for now. They all want me to lead them, but I'm no leader. I would fail them, as I've done many times before."
Dean frowned at Cas. "Hey, you're not a failure. You're a good friend. And I'm sure you'd be a good leader too."
"Destiel," Sam coughed.
Dean flushed and glared at his brother.
"Are you feeling alright, Sam?" Cas inquired.
Dean bit his lip to conceal a grin.
"I'm fine," Sam answered, blushing ever-so-slightly.
"You sure?" Dean asked, mocking concern, "You seem to be doing that a lot lately."
"I'm fine," Sam repeated.
Dean shrugged. "If you say so."
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Sam's teasing didn't stop then, though. He found all sorts of opportunities to torture Dean.
Every time there was a dead moment when Dean and Cas were together, Sam would mutter "Destiel", under his breath.
And, in front of Cas, he asked Dean, "Hey isn't it funny that your first real girlfriend was named Cassie, and we call Cas, Cas?"
Cas didn't seem to get it, but Dean felt like his face had turned into a tomato.
Later, though, Sam did the unforgivable.
He taught Cas THE SONG.
Dean found out around dinnertime. He and Cas were all in the library, looking for info on the Mark of Cain. Dean got up to get a snack and noticed a funny noise. He paused and realized Cas was humming very, very quietly. It only took him a moment to recognize the song.
"Cas. Where did you hear that?"
"I heard Sam humming it earlier. I thought it was a nice tune. Don't you think so?"
"NO."
"Oh. I apologize if it bothered you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a pansy, Cas."
"I don't understand. Am I acting in a similar manner to a flower?"
Dean smacked his face with his palm and announced, "I'm getting food. Do you want anything?"
"I'm an angel. I don't need to eat."
"I know that. I asked if you wanted anything."
"Dean, I don't eat. Why would I want-"
"Never mind," Dean interrupted. He left to get some M&Ms, bringing them back to the table. He sat by Cas, skimming his current book while practically inhaling M&Ms. He noticed Cas's eyes on the jumbo size bag and glanced up.
"Do you want one? They're really good." He offered one to the angel.
Cas took it hesitantly and then popped it into his mouth.
"It's… interesting," he told Dean, which he figured was the best he'd get. Cas didn't really taste the way they did.
"Oh my God!" called Sam, delighted. "It's Destiel!"
Dean choked on his M&M.
"Sam!"
Cas cocked his head. "I don't understand. What is 'Destiel'?"
"NOTHING," Dean said loudly. "Absolutely nothing."
Dean glared at him, mentally commanding him to keep quiet. But instead, his brother had to open his big mouth.
"I'm glad you asked, Cas. Remember Chuck's books? Well-"
"NO!" Dean shouted, frantically stumbling out of his chair, rushing towards his brother. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"
Sam grinned and started jogging away from Dean.
"There are these fans of Chucks books," he tossed over his shoulder, "and they made this play about what happens after I went to hell…"
"DON'T YOU DARE!"
"…but they don't actually know what happened because that was the last book, so they had to make most of it up."
Dean tackled Sam to the ground, and struggled to pin him and cover his mouth.
"They think…"
"SHUT UP."
"…that you and…"
"SAM!"
"…and Dean…"
"SAM I SWEAR TO GOD…"
"…should be together!"
Dean screeched and tried to control Sam's flailing limbs.
"Romantically!" Sam added, just to be clear. "Destiel is your…"
Sam huffed out a bit of air trying to get away from Dean and finished, "…your ship name!"
Dean finally collapsed with a long groan, feeling defeated.
"Ship?" Cas asked.
"Short for relationship," Dean said begrudgingly, pulling himself off the floor.
"So there are a group of fanatics who believe you and I should be in a romantic relationship?"
"Basically."
"I don't see why that would be a big deal."
That wasn't what he'd been expecting. Dean looked at Sam to find a disappointed look on his brother's face, which made him feel a little better.
Though Cas's lack of a reaction unnerved Dean a little. Shouldn't he at least be surprised?
"Ummm… I guess it isn't," Dean said, but he didn't really mean it.
"Humans are very strange sometimes," Cas concluded.
Dean shook his head, "No kidding."
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