Learning To Fly

Chapter 2: Closer

Night turned to artificial day as they entered the city of Las Vegas. Dean looked around like a child in a candy store, this was definitely his place.

Women, booze and gambling. At least, that's what Sam thought.

"Remember, we're here to check things out," Sam said as he massaged his temple, preparing for Dean to be one of the biggest headaches he ever had.

"Yeah, yeah. Tons of demons who aren't killing. Maybe they're on vacation."

"It doesn't matter, they're demons." Dean sighed, he really didn't want a job right now. They just dealt with a nasty spirit yesterday and his back still throbs. Plus, he wanted to talk to Castiel. Something was bugging the angel and he wanted to know.

Not knowing bugged him.

He hoped the angel wouldn't stay way for too long.

Three days passed and there have been no signs of demons or anything for that matter.

"So where the hell are they?!" Dean shouted into his cell phone. "We've been here for three days and there's nothing, no deaths, no omens, what the hell?!"

"Relax, ya idjit!" Bobby said from the other line, "I don't know where they are, it's like they left when we came."

"Why the hell would they do that?! Last I checked me and Sam were at the top of their killing spree list!"

"I don't know! Meet me back at the hotel," Bobby said as he hung up his cell phone and walked to his car. Dean let out a frustrated huff and shoved his cell into his pocket.

"Now what?" Sam asked.

"Head back to the hotel, meet Bobby, and figure it out from there."

Dean shoved the key in the lock and pushed the door open. He threw his pack on the springy bed and sat down at the small round table, Sam did that same. About twenty minutes later knocking was heard over the debate going on in the courtroom on the TV. The husband was accused of cheating or something, Dean wasn't really sure since he dozed off for half of it. Sam on the other hand seemed like his eyes were glued to the friggin' screen. Dean turned the TV and chuckled when Sam let out an aggravated sigh. Dean went and opened the door, allowing Bobby in.

"So, Bobby what's going on?" Sam asked even though he was still curious over the court case.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Bobby stated. "It's as if they were never here."

"And that's a...bad thing?" Dean asked.

"Hell no but, where'd they go?" Bobby asked.

"They were scared away," a voice said from the doorway. They all turned towards the angel.

"Scared away by what?" Sam asked.

"Dean, we have to talk," Castiel stated in a stern voice.

"Alright." Dean said as he walked towards Castiel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam said as he lifted his hands up. "Okay, you guys have been having these private talks a lot lately and I think if it's the Apocalypse or what's going on here, Bobby and I deserve to be a part of it."

Before Dean could make a remark, Sam was now gone and replaced with a wall. He looked around and saw he was in some worn down house that looks like it's been abandoned for a century or so. He turned to Castiel and saw the serious look on his angel's face.

"Gonna tell me what's wrong now?" Dean saw that Castiel was avoiding eye contact and fidgeting slightly where he stood. When he finally looked him in the eyes, Dean could saw clearly the worry in the rebellious angel's eyes.

"Cas," Dean said as he walked up and cupped the angel's cheek in his hand, "just tell me what's wrong."

Castiel looked up.

"It's you."

Dean just starred at him. Castiel squeezed his eyes tight and grimaced.

"That's not what I meant."

Dean let out a breath he was holding and walked around in a little circle, like he was walking off a kick to the crotch.

"But that is what I'm worried about. You. And it's also the reason the demons are gone," Castiel said.

Dean rubbed his forehead. "You're always worried about me, but how did I scare off the demons? I mean I know I'm popular among them."

"It's what's happening to you."

Dean just looked at him and waited for an answer. None came.

"...and what's happening to me?"

Silence.

"Cas, come on. You're scaring me."

"You have the powers of an angel." Castiel said. Dean tried to make sense of what he was told but gave Castiel a puzzled look. So, Castiel began to explain.

"You know how when Sam drank demon blood he drew out his powers?" Dean nodded, grimacing at the horrible memories. "Well, it's kind of the same thing."

Dean pondered for a moment then said, "So like sucking blood and getting demon powers, my gig is having sex with an angel and getting angel powers."

Castiel nodded.

Dean snapped.

"What the hell?! How does that work?! I mean Sam, the yellow-eyed bled into his mouth! That's why he's got those–– had those powers! How does me, having sex with an angel, give me angel mojo?! I mean, you're not the first angel I've slept with!"

"No, but I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel said as he placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. Immediately Dean felt an overpowering feeling, of peace, bliss. "We're connected Dean, and now we're even closer." Castiel said as he began to close the space between their lips.

"Cool," Dean muttered as they embraced in a passionate kiss. "So I have angel powers now," he said when they broke away. "Why are so worried?"

"It's not exactly a simple thing Dean."

"When is anything in my life simple? So what can I do?"

"Mostly what I can, but you'll need to train, learn to control it."

Dean smiled.

"What?" Castiel asked as a smile began to spread on his own face.

"You gave me wings, will you teach me how to fly?" Dean said. Castiel smiled.

"You don't have to ask."