Chapter 2
Dean Winchester was tired. He had been working on negotiations for months now, trying to please his boss. After another failed attempt at getting vampires to side with them, Dean decided to take a well-deserved break.
He blinked to the furthest beach, wanting to feel the sun against his skin. He materialized swim shorts and a towel with a snap of his fingers, laying out on the beach. It was blissfully empty and quiet.
After lying in the sun for a few hours and not seeing anyone, he decided to remove his swim shorts and get into the water. He was only in there for half an hour when he heard voices.
"I don't know, kid. You've pissed somebody off. All I can tell you is to watch your back." The first voice sounded nice, comforting.
When the second voice started speaking, Dean felt something inside him shift. "I am just tired, Gabe. I have been at this for a long time and it is still not good enough for me to go home. I still do not belong on Earth, brother." The voice was deep, gravelly. Something stirred inside Dean, something he hadn't felt for a long time. Desire. Not arousal. Desire to hear more of that voice. Desire to know its speaker.
When he finally saw the pair, his mouth went dry. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen stood before him. He had the brightest, most vivid blue eyes Dean had ever seen (and he was a sucker for baby blues). His jet black hair was messy in just the right way, looking like he had just had the best sex of his life. He was shirtless and his torso was perfectly sculpted. And, best of all, the man had black wings sprouting from his back. They were huge, feathers fluttering slightly in the wind.
Before Dean could disappear, the blue-eyed beauty saw him.
"Hello," the angel before him spoke and, of course, he was the one with THE VOICE.
"H.. Hi. I was just leaving." Dean went to get out of the water before he remembered he didn't have his trunks on. "Or not.." He had made it to the waist deep water and the dark haired man was staring at his chest.
"Please stay. I hardly ever speak to anyone other than Gabriel here," Cas gestured to the golden winged man beside him. "I'm Castiel."
Oh fuck, Lucifer is going to kill me. "Hey, Cas. I'm Dean." Cas looked confused at the nickname. "Oh, sorry, Castiel is just such a mouthful."
"It's ok, you may call me Cas. I like it." Castiel joined him in the water while Gabriel stayed on the beach, relaxing in the sun. They swam and talked for hours, turning from friendly 'getting to know you' banter to 'I like you so I'm flirting with you' talk. They were constantly placing gentle touches on each other; a hand on an arm, a finger pushing hair back from the other's face.
When Cas told Dean he had to leave, Dean almost leaned in for a kiss. He realized what he was about to do and stopped. Cas was an angel. He was a demon. There was no way for this to work out, and he had been burned too many times to go after something like that again.
"Ok, well bye, Cas." A look of hurt passed Cas' face as Dean pulled away. Cas walked out of the water without saying a word. With a powerful thrust of his wings, Cas was gone, followed closely by Gabe.
Dean got out of the water and put his trunks back on, sitting heavily on his towel. "That was cute, Dean. You're in love with angel-boy, huh?" A voice behind him startled Dean out of his thoughts.
"Crowley. What are you doing here?" The man behind him joined Dean on the towel and let out a breath.
"Lucifer was looking for you. He sent me to find you. And that was quite a scene. I didn't think you had any feelings left, but that little display proved otherwise." The demon next to Dean was amused.
Dean turned his head toward Crowley, looking him in the eyes. "You're insane. I don't have feelings for Cas." Crowley just scoffed. Dean stood up and started pacing. "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. That's ancient history, been there, done that."
"Who do you think you're kidding? He's the earth and heaven to you. You can try to keep it hidden, but darling I can see right through you."
"Oh, no!"
"Dean, you can't conceal it. I know how you're feeling. Who are you thinking of?" Crowley would make Dean admit his feelings for Cas. He was determined.
"No chance, no way, I won't say it."
"You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it?"
Dean was in denial. "It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love. I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming 'get a grip, Dean, unless you're dying to cry your heart out."
"Dean." Crowley stood up and walked over to the demon in denial. "You can't deny it; who you are and what you're feeling. Baby, I'm not buying. I saw you hit the ceiling, face it like a grown-up. When are you going to own up that you've got it bad?"
"No chance, no way, I WON'T say it!" Dean thought of Cas' blue eyes and started smiling.
"Give up. Give in. Check the grin. You're in love."
"This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love."
"I'm not going to stop until you admit you're in love."
"You're way off base, I won't say it." Dean was getting frustrated. "Get off my case! I won't say it."
"Dean, don't be proud. It's ok that you're in love."
Dean suddenly left the beach, leaving Crowley behind. At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love.
