Ch 3
Cas went to deans laptop and admitted back to dean "yes, probably very, I got bored"
Elephante - Shake The Earth started playing and Cas turned almost tripped and walked to dean grabbed his hand "I want to try something fun" dean looked down at his hand. Dean paused all motion or thought… their hands.
Cas was trying to spin a comforting circle on deans hand but the alcohol factor was making it a jumpy octagon, dean raised a eyebrow and took one careful step back, his hand still held a little too firmly. Cas noted the motion "no, the trippy kind of fun, I imagine your mind could use a distraction too" cas pursed his lips in innocent inquiry and waited.
Dean took in the slurring Cas he had only gotten half of that sentence and it was coming together only in careful retrospect "you know, cas, I thought you were supposed to conserve energy" dean felt weird patronizing a angel, but this was a abnormally drunk one, dean let his hand be held and tried to look calm.
The song was way out of deans taste but he caught the lyrics and felt a joy bounce around, though dean had been so depressed lately it was like a butterfly in a house it didn't belong and was trying to bang against the windows in him.
"our connection makes it as little energy as if I was listening to angel radio" cas swayed to the music and wondered if he knew how to dance now with meditrons info. Dean put out a hand to catch the potentially unsteady cas who had started to sway.
Cas considered his outfit he knew his other sets of clothes in his room were not fashionable, the hobo outfit and his old workpants. Did he look good in deans jeans, dean looked good in his jeans was it the cut? Maybe he should go shopping, he did have some money left in his account, and had pulled some gold up from the placer deposit by Niagara once he had his grace back, before it had started fading.
Cas had not enjoyed being broke or his stint as a homeless man. Dean waved a hand in front of a staring off into space cas. " hey you leave the station without me?" cas looked up at dean and stuck his bottom lip out. "ah no… oh god no" dean felt a rising spiral of anger toward Sam "who taught you to do that" dean covered his eyes who the hell had taught cas puppy eyes. Who else really " I'm going to kill Sam" Dean was looking off to the floor for a good moment, went to lock the door and cas could not help but grin a bit.
Dean was headed back to cas when he stopped and considered the laptop. "The flowers…. The music." "cas if I didn't know any better…" deans face twitched "did you say trippy?" cas was exquisitely drunk and stumbled closer "dean, we have done everything under the sun possible to do without sullying your self construct, I have drawn your soul so near to mine that neither of us has parted the same and that was long before you even had enough together to question your perceptions against reality."
Cas reached out and poked deans where handprint shaped scar had been, or relatively nearby as his aim was off, cas stepped closer "you know I don't have to even touch you to distract you from your physical notions, im here to enjoy you and us a bit and help you relax" cas had it to the nith with deans 'rules'. His ground rules in public were detailed and strict but cas was annoyed. Cas was always waiting for a afterlife because 'complex relationships are a distraction' "you just" dean looked for a way to describe then let it drop.
Dean scratched the back of his head in a nervous gesture then he looked over at cas and then down at the floor again "what the hell, sure" dean looked uncertain "so what are we doing this time?" cas considered for a moment and went to the bathroom to get his tie and put it on the doorknob then closed it and locked it. When cas once again turned to dean the man looked absolutely scandalized. Dean closed his mouth and set his face in what he hoped was a neutral look and grabbed Cas's shoulders and turned him to the door, cas for his part almost being twisted off the earth as his uncoordinated feet stayed one direction despite his body being turned another " ok man, listen your going to have to come back when your sober"
cas looked up at dean "but I was only going to give you a backrub" "and maybe mutually explore the nature and wavelength of the color blue, do you like blue as a color, emotion, and visual construct?" " I was thinking of dynamic displays in geodetic geometry of arrays in shade and intensity for us to share" cas tried to sell dean on the idea as he was pushed out the door. Cas looked at the door, the bastard that was dean had indeed put angel sigils above his door on a previous occasion when cas had been invading deans dreams and dean wanted to know what was his dreams and what was dreams he had been sent.
Cas was sure the content of either was as varied, maybe he was concerned about frequency of type. Cas was worried he would activate them again. Cas swayed a bit in place "Sam thinks were having sex anyway" cas said to the door. The door unlocked and a genuinely pissed dean looked down at cas "so erase his mind again" cas didn't like being directed deans anger like this and felt a bit like a raw nerve in his drunken state, his lip trembled in spite of itself. " I told you if I do that too much he will get brain damage" cas whined a bit but heard himself and felt himself pull it back together " besides im conserving energy" cas set his eyes to a cold edge "just" cas air quotation "play it all off" "like you usually do" cas tired to spin and stomp off in a huff but something about being unused to walking or physical expression in general plus the whiskey left him flat on his face.
"dammit Cas" dean reached down to pick cas up and it seemed the angel had no bones and kept sliding back down the wall, hooking cas under the shoulders the angel drunkenly giggled "tickles" leaning his mostly boneless form against the wall dean feared a bit for his good name as cas drunkenly was swirling a finger against his chest and humming, unfocused eyes staring greedily through his chest. Dean rolled his eyes and fought the urge to smile and encourage this bad behavior.
Dean was the only thing keeping cas upright and dean was not entirely sure that was lost on the angel as there was definitely a angelic woodie pressed on his hip. Dean considered stepping back and letting the beast crumple for a moment. Before Sam potentially rounded a corner dean dragged Cas back into his room. Cas was bodily flopped onto deans bed and turned a bit green.
"angelically guided acid trip huh cas, I'll take the backrub but no thank you on a guided tour of the cosmos ala drunk driver" dean said fiddling with his computer for a better song to play. "don't want to get pulled over by the thought police while driving the wrong way down a idea" cas looked over at dean confusion flitting there on his face. Then a concern overtook his brow cas groaned
"How much alcohol does it take to make you vomit?" Cas indicated with his hands "this much?"
" don't you dare! And no, you aught to be ok its just you don't drink so your resistance is low"
" actually that's…, even if you went for the 40 in the fridge you aught to be ok"
cas felt like he might be sick, but then he clarified "no this much of a bottle of whisky" dean paled slightly and brought cas a trashcan.
"Sit up cas, hold this and if you feel it coming up hold the trashcan near your face to catch it." "don't miss or I swear cas" dean took in the slow computer processing crossing Cas's face and bit his lip as not to laugh.
Cas considered the trashcan in several dimensions where did plastic come from? Was that blood on that Kleenex in there? What caused nosebleeds? But then Cas's stomach overrode any passing thought but… "but I don't like being sick" cas leaned into a reassuring ruffle of his hair dean was giving him "my goodness mortality is just full of varied emissions" cas said and looked up at dean who took in the sheen of sweat that had suddenly appeared on Cas's forehead and though better of standing in front of him and sat beside him rubbing annoyingly geometrically inaccurate circles, at least to cas who at the moment was annoyed in general.
Cas tried to remember the last time he was really ill, but that had been a physical reaction of his vessel's stomach being filled with blood and himself being beaten. Then his grace fading had left him heaving and fevered recently. Then there was the hangover from when he had drunk so much as a fully charged angel. The thought that his sickness now would be added to by the hangover tomorrow sent Cas's stomach off. Dean flinched in sympathy.
Cas came to on deans bed not remembering passing out he considered the glow of dean on his laptop with his headphones on next to him, surfing the web. Cas reached up and took one of the ear buds a fuzzy stupid glow muddling his movement and his mind cas snuggled into the pillow and listened to what dean was listening too.
Not taking in the song cas thought this was good too, sharing. Cas drifted off into sleep again. Dean grinned and patted Cas's shoulder. "better luck next time Casanova" cas chirred like a happy dove in his sleep and dean felt a warmth pool in his chest. But then he started straight up snoring like a drunk man in his mid 30's and dean placed a hand over Cas's mouth and nose till he moved into a different position for want of oxygen. Dean had expected him to wake up, how low was his tolerance? Dean twirled a lock of the angels hair in affection while in thought and flicked the angels cheek in hope to stop the snoring again.
Sam knew he was drunk waay early in the day and had averted a hangover by spending the rest of it hydrating and relaxing. But he could not for the life of himself remember why he had chosen to dive in so hard. Sure life had been stressful but Sam was not useful that smashed, so why do it? But then on his way to his room he saw a tie hanging from the doorknob of deans room. A very familiar tie. Sure Sam knew they were up to weird anyway but Sam wondered why the blatant sexual nature all the sudden of it. Maybe mortality closing in had pushed them to finally let loose.
Still Sam recalled the morning conversation in disjoint, ew. Man, woman, or geriatric squirrel Sam did not want to hear his brothers sexual details. "cas, seriously eww" Sam headed off to his room.
As Sam passed Cas's baritone was heard in a tone that Sam had not ever heard before, weak.
" dean I think I'm going to faint"
deans voice was heard rumbling with annoyed panic "hey hold into that!… aw man…. if that got everywhere I'm not the one cleaning it up!"
Sam pursed his lips jaw twitching put his fingers in his ears and continued walking.
