Hello beauties! Thank you to everyone who has read chapter one and stayed with it so far, you should be happy, I hammered this one out instead of doing my Psychology paper :P (this was a lot more fun anyways) I hope you all enjoy!
When the morning light filtered through the cheap motel curtains the next day, Dean awoke bright eyed and bushy tailed. He leapt out of bed and hastily took a shower and got ready for the day. He was almost halfway done before Sam had even opened his tired eyes.
"Whoa where's the fire?" he asked playfully. Dean gave him a "haha" look before saying,
"Today we can get Cas home, and I want to get him out of there as soon as possible." Sam just chuckled, "it's a hospital Dean not a torture chamber."
"Yeah well in my experience there is little difference between the two." Dean replied, buttoning up one of his many plaid shirts. "Now, up and at 'em Sammy! We need to get going." Sam laughed again before getting out of bed.
When the boys were ready, Dean raced off to the hospital. It was a great day, the sun was shining, Baby's engine was purring, and all his favorite songs were on the radio. He was currently singing along to "Juke Box Hero" by Foreigner and bobbing his head in time with the music. Sam watched his brother with a big grin on his face. He hadn't seen Dean this happy in a long time and he was grateful. Sam knew that Castiel was 80% the reason for Dean's good mood but he wasn't going to make a big deal about it to Dean, who more than likely didn't see it exactly how Sam did.
Sam knew though, knew that Dean cared about Cas just as much he did himself or Bobby. Sam knew that Cas made Dean happier than any girl ever has or could. Sometimes in fact, more than Sam himself ever could. He and Cas had hit it off right away, but Sam guessed that might have something to do with the profound bond that was formed when Cas pulled Dean out of Hell. Ever since then, Cas has had a spot in Dean's heart, even if Dean didn't realize it. In so many different ways, Sam knew that they loved each other. They had what he and Amelia had had. They were each so broken that they had to cling to each other to survive. They were best friends, brothers, and maybe if things worked out, lovers too. Sam could only hope, the constant sexual tension was driving him nuts, not the mention the awkwardness of being the only person besides Bobby to notice it.
He had decided a while ago that they both deserved it, to be happy with one another. He looked over at Dean and bathing in his joyous energy, before turning to look at the road in front of them. He crossed his fingers and hoped that today would work out.
When they arrived at the hospital, they hurried to check into the main desk before going up to Cas's room. When they walked in, Castiel was awake and sitting up flipping through a magazine. He turned his head at the sound of the Winchester's footsteps, and greeted them with a bright smile. Dean sighed with relief from seeing that Cas was doing so well.
"Hey Cas, how are you doing?" Dean asked in his signature gravelly voice, a small smile pulling at his lips.
"Much better Dean." Cas replied.
"Hey that's good to hear Cas." Sam said, smiling as well. Dean pulled a nearby chair up next to Castiel's bed and sat down, laying a hand on the blankets. "So Cas," Dean started, "are you ready to go home today?" Cas's eyes lit up, "Yes Dean, I would like that very much." He said with an even bigger smile on his face than before. Dean smiled wider as well, his eyes crinkling in silent laughter.
"Well come on then slowpoke, get dressed. We are gonna get you out of here." Said Dean, jumping out of the chair. Sam leaned against the cabinets with his arms crossed, watching the two exchange silent messages with their eyes and their smiles that he could never hope to understand. A smile found its way to his lips and he remained quiet.
Dean rushed around the room, gathering up Castiel's clothes and handing them to Cas. Cas was now sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging off. He grabbed them with his uninjured hand but then looked down doubtfully at himself realizing he wasn't sure how he was going to this with only one hand.
"Umm…" He said, looking at Dean and Sam with uncertainty. "Oh jeez Cas im sorry," Dean said, quickly rushing over to Cas. "Here, let me help you."
Taking the clothes from Cas, he laid them on the bed then gently reached behind Cas to grab the opening of his hospital gown. He removed it slowly and carefully, allowing his thumbs to gently trail over Cas's back.
Sam felt his face get hot at the awkwardness of being in the room watching them do this, so he silently crept out of the room and closed the door.
Dean heard the door click shut, assuming it was his brother leaving the room. He continued to look at Cas while maneuvering the gown around his injured arm. When he pulled the gown all the way off, he motioned for Cas to stand up so he could help him get dressed. He was slightly caught off guard by the sight of Cas shirtless in front of him, only in his gray boxers. His chest and arms were toned nicely and although he wasn't huge, Dean could see the definition of his muscles under the skin. He got a strange butterfly feeling in his stomach and he did his best to shake it away.
Dean reached around him to grab his jeans off the bed and then knelt down in front of him. "Put your hand on my shoulder." Dean said. Cas did so and felt the smooth leather on his palm. He absentmindedly squeezed the jacket, causing Dean to smile. "Okay, lift your right leg," Dean said gently. Cas did so and Dean pulled the pant leg onto Cas, his fingers grazing Castiel's leg in the process causing a blush to rise in Cas's cheeks. He did the same with the left leg, with Cas leaning against him for support.
When he was done, he stood up and grabbed Cas's good arm to balance himself, before realizing that Cas still needed his pants zipped and buttoned.
"Umm" Dean said nervously, a red hue beginning to appear on his freckled nose. He swallowed, "Sorry Cas, but im gonna have to invade your personal space for a minute okay?" Cas looked confused for a moment before he looked down and realized what Dean meant. He nodded and looked away, a little embarrassed. Dean gingerly took the button of Cas's pants and carefully buttoned it, glad that Sam had decided to leave the room.
Dean went to go for Cas's zipper but then started rethinking which was the best way to do it without awkwardly touching Cas's junk in the process. He grabbed the waistband of Cas's jeans with one hand and ever so gently grabbed the zipper with the other. He began to slowly pull up on the zipper, aware that his thumb was VERY close to Cas's package, and he meant very close. Cas felt his breathing pick up and willed it to stop for fear that he would make this even more awkward for both of them than it already was.
He felt the zipper pull into place and turned to face Dean. Looking up he saw Dean's brilliant green eyes staring back at him and Cas became very aware that Dean's left hand was still grasping his waistband.
Dean on the other hand did not realize he was still holding Castiel's pants and was preoccupied with the blue eyes in front of him. Damn those eyes he thought, they were going to be the death of him. But still he didn't break his gaze. He had this urge to close the space between them, to get as close as possible to Cas's body but he wasn't sure why. He was interrupted and pulled back to reality by the shiver that ran up Castiel's body and he realized that Cas was still shirtless. He reluctantly broke away and grabbed Cas's shirt.
He helped Cas put on the black undershirt first, pausing for a moment to see how it stretched over his chest muscles, before helping him into the plaid button up. He buttoned it up slowly and Cas stared at him while his fingers moved over the fabric. When everything was in order and Dean had helped Cas into his boots, they left the room and walked out to the front desk.
The boys signed some paperwork and the hospital gave Cas some painkillers, then they were all on their way out the door to the black chariot that was the Impala. They all approached the car, and Cas made a move to get into the backseat when Sam said, "Hey Cas, do you want to ride up front?" Cas stared at him with a look that could almost be described as disbelief. Dean was looking too, confused at first, but then a smile crept to his face, grateful that Sammy was such a damn gentleman all the time.
"Yeah Cas, get up here," he said to Cas, going over to open the door for him.
"Are you sure Sam? That's your seat?" Cas asked Sam.
"Of course Cas," Sam replied.
"Okay." Cas said with a smile. So with Dean's help, Cas managed to crawl into the front seat. Dean shut the door and walked around to the drivers side. He got in and started up the engine with a roar. Right away "Back In Black" by AC/DC started playing and Dean thought that it couldn't have been more perfect.
"Alright Cas, are you ready? Because we are about to have some fun." Dean said enthusiastically.
"Where are we going Dean?" Cas asked curiously.
"Anywhere you want to go Cas. Im taking you out for a day of relaxation and excitement. Just say the word and we're driving." He said, looking over at Cas in an endearing way. Cas stared back at him, "New York City." He said, " Back to the big city, I've always wanted to go and tour it." He added.
Dean gave him another signature Dean smile, "Sounds good Cas," he said lightly, and Cas beamed. "What about you Sammy? Up for a little New York, New York action?"" Dean said, putting an arm behind Cas's headrest and turning to face his brother in the backseat. Cas blushed at the gesture, he had seen in it a movie once. It was the kind of thing people did when they went on dates.
Sam shrugged and said "Hey, where ever Cas wants to go I'm fine with." He said with a smile.
"Alright then its settled, to the Big Apple we go!" Dean said revving the engine and putting the car in drive. They sped off towards the city, Cas riding shotgun, Dean feeling the wind on his face from the open window, singing along to his favorite hits, and Sam sitting in the back feeling incredibly happy.
Okay, this might seem like the end but its not, there is guaranteed to be at least one more chapter, and I promise it will have much more Destiel fluff in it. I have it all planned out I just need to find time to write it. Stay amazing you guys!