Dean shifted in his sleep, rubbing his face on the pillow he was breathing into. Suddenly, he froze. He didn't remember falling asleep… He didn't move. The hunter decided to check on his senses, and see what he could tell. He could tell that it was night time, seeing how when he opened his eyes, the room around him was pitch black. So it was still late. He could feel he was obviously lying on a bed, and that someone was beside him- Dean stiffened. Someone was lying next to him. Oh shit! he thought frantically, temporarily forgetting about the hand-cuffs, and jerked to the side in a frenzy to get away from the so-thought stranger, falling off the bed and pulling the person next to him toppling onto the floor on him. He lay there, a bit stunned, and grunted at the sudden weight that was on him.
Apparently, Sam chose that exact moment to come tromping in, WITHOUT KNOCKING, to tell him Bobby might have found something. The lights flicked on.
"Dean-" The younger Winchester froze in his tracks, hand still on the doorknob, the other hand still placed on the light switch, eyes wide in shock. "I-I- er, I- I didn't mean to intrude!" he stuttered. Dean's eyes flew wildly from Cas to Sam, then tried to scramble away, only to make himself cry out as the metal dug into his skin. Sam began backing up, feeling awkward. Dean tried to get to his brother before he left to babble to Bobby.
"S-Sam, n-no, it's not what it looks like! This is just a huge misunderstanding!"
Sam suddenly grinned, a mischievous grin that he only wore when he was about to pull a prank on Dean. "Oh, no, no, I get ya. You're still not fully ready for coming out of the closet. I understand perfectly."
Dean's mouth dropped open as he stared at his little brother in horror. He had pretty much said that to Sam the day before, with the porn and candy, only this time Sam flipped it around on him. "N-No, Sammy, that's not what hap-"
Sam snickered, oh-so pleased with himself he got to do this. "It's alright, man. I'll just leave and let you two continue~" He turned and shut the door, pausing to hear his brother swear loudly. Sam laughed all the way down stairs.
Dean let out a groan, turning to the trench coated angel that sat cross-legged in front of him. "Why were we in bed-together?" he asked half-heartedly, shoulders slumped as he stared, defeated, at Cas. The angel stared blankly at Dean, blue eyes cold.
"You fell asleep while researching. I took the liberty of carrying you upstairs, so you could sleep more comfortably."
Dean flinched at the harshness in Castiel's tone. 'He must still be angry about my outburst last night…' Dean thought guiltily.
"….H..Hey, Cas," he started hesitantly. The angel didn't reply, but stared at him, waiting. Dean gulped, forcing himself to meet the angel's hard stare. He wasn't good at these things. Apologizing and having chick-flicks were Sam's area. He tried again. "Cas, let's talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about, Dean," Castiel replied flatly. Dean sighed, than decided to just go through with it.
"Man, cut that crap out. We're hand-cuffed to each other. I was a bitch and said some pretty fucked up stuff. I'm honest to Go-" He paused, then gritted his teeth. "I'm honestly sorry." Dean tucked in his chin, squaring his shoulders. He waited for Cas to explode on him. He was ready for his anger.
But it didn't come. Instead, the angel's cold expression grew soft, and a delicate smile replaced his straight line for a mouth. Dean blinked, peering into those beautiful pool blue eyes, growing lost in them for a moment, but returned to himself when the angel spoke.
"You are forgiven, Dean," he murmured, looking satisfied. Dean grinned, glad he got that out of the way.
"Alright! No more chick-flick moments, now, got it?" He heaved himself up, tugging his cuffed wrist, waiting for the angel to hurry up. "Let's get down stairs-" He froze. "Oh shit. Sam probably snitched to Bobby! Man, we can't go down there!" he groaned. Castiel chuckled.
"Dean, I'm sure they won't make fun. After all, it… it isn't true- And it was a mere misunderstanding…. and very bad timing."
Dean sighed, pouting at the floor, mumbled a, "Whatever," and suddenly looked at himself, as if he just now could see his body. "Why aren't I wearing a shirt?" he screeched, and Cas ducked his head, cheeks red.
* * * * *
Sam raced over to the living room, to Bobby's desk. A wild grin was spread across his face. "You'll never guess what happened!" he breathed. Bobby glanced up, narrowing his eyes.
"Did you tell the dipshits that I might've found something?" he asked. Sam shook his head vigorously and Bobby rolled his eyes. "Ya idjit, can't you do anythin' ri-"
"Bobby, no, man, just let me tell you what happened, and you'll totally understand!"
* * * * *
Dean(now wearing shirt) and Cas stumbled down the stairs.
"There they are~ Did Cas make you beg for mercy?" Sam sniggered as the two entered the living room, where he leaned against the wall, a book in his hands. Bobby was still at his desk, the corner of his lips twitching as he hid a smile. Dean gave his little brother a great, big, hearty grin.
"Fuck you," he said enthusiastically. Cas frowned, throwing his cuff-mate a look.
"Dean…"
"What? The douche didn't even let me explain what happened!"
Sam smirked. "Ass."
Dean shot him a glare. "Dick."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Will you two cut it out!" Bobby snapped, and the brothers snapped their mouths shut. The older hunter grunted, grabbing a seriously ancient book off his desk, holding it up so the three could see it. "I think I found a spell that might work." Dean quirked an eyebrow, and stepped up to Bobby desk. Unfortunately, he, YET AGAIN, forgot that he and Cas were cuffed together, and raised both hands to grab the book, causing the angel to lurch forward and bump into him, which made Dean fall over. It just so happen that Cas landed directly on top of Dean, smacking his head into the human's chest, his hands immediately grasping Dean's shirt for balance. Dean grunted with the sudden weight on him, and temporarily forgot about his brother and Bobby, blinking, wide-eyed at the angel lying on top of him.
In the silence, a sudden irritating and familiar laugh erupted from the hall way. Bobby glanced up from the scene on the floor, as did Sam. Dean peered around Cas, and the angel glanced over his shoulder; for some strange reason, he didn't get off of Dean… and the hunter, for yet another reason, didn't mind. His brows furrowed, suddenly angry as his eyes landed on that achingly familiar, short and aggravating archangel, Gabriel. The Trickster grinned down at the two on the floor, not even trying to hold back his laughter.
"Oh, man! This is just priceless!" he cackled. Finally, Dean pushed Castiel off of him, and stood upright, his glare never faltering. Cas' cuffed arm was extended above him as he sat, a bit dazed, on the floor beside Dean.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" The eldest Winchester snarled, ready to strangle the man(slash Archangel, slash Trickster). But Gabriel smirked, wiggling his index finger at Dean.
"Ah, ah, ah- Deano, not a smart idea~" he said in a sing-song voice, as if he could read the human's mind. Well, he could, actually. Sam narrowed his eyes, and stared warily at the archangel. He decided to approach the guy more cautiously and with a plan, seeing how Dean's plan by attacking him most likely wouldn't work.
"Uh, can I ask you something?" he asked slowly. Gabriel blinked, glancing at Sam. His eyes brightened, and he batted his eyes lovingly, flashing a sweet smile.
"Why, of course, Honeybunch!"
Bobby, Dean, and Cas exchanged curious gazes. Sam tried to hide his smirk while he ignored Gabriel's weird nickname for him. His plan was to ask why the archangel was doing this to Dean and Cas- to make him say it in front of them. The youngest Winchester put on his best uncomfortable look, and added to his act by shifting his feet.
"Why are you doing this? To Dean and Cas? Why did you hand-cuff them?" Sam held his breath, forcing back his grin. But Gabriel put on his best innocent look, tipping his head to the side in a Cas-like manner.
"Why, Sammy, I already answered that question last night, up in your room." He winked, a seductive smirk across his lips. Dean, Bobby, and Castiel's eyes widened, and they all flew their surprised gazes at Sam, who blinked, not expecting Gabe to say that.
"Sammy!" Dean screeched, and Sam whipped around to stare wide-eyed at his brother.
"N-No, don't listen to him, Dean, he's just messing with you!" he cried, desperately trying to convince his brother. Gabriel quirked his eyebrows, pretending to look surprised.
"What? You didn't tell them, Sweetums? You didn't tell them that you let me read your daddy's journal, and watch porn and eat candy with you, and-"
"SAMMY!
"What?"
"That explains the candy…"
"HE'S LYING!"
