This is the last chapter, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 4
Dean was investigating a case in the motel room when he felt a sudden wind and noticed someone's presence. He was pushed against the wall and, whoever it was (Dean couldn't see), punched him in his face and then quickly in his chest hard, like it was unleashing its anger.
"Balthazar." Dean recognized him when he stopped for a second, but Balthazar kept holding him forcefully. "What the hell?" Dean knew Balthazar didn't like him, the feeling was mutual too, but he didn't know what he had done to piss off the angel.
Sam came in the room and when he saw the current situation, he was ready to strike Balthazar. Sam had no weapon that worked on an angel but his first instinct was to pull out his gun, maybe with luck he was able to slow down the angel.
Balthazar saw Sam coming behind him and he turned around. "Don't get in the way, Sam!" he warned, pointing a finger at him. "This has nothing do to with you."
"Let him go." Sam said, immobile on the spot.
"No! He deserves it." Balthazar punched him again.
Dean split out the blood that came from his mouth. "What the hell did I do?"
"You think you can just take my brother's virginity and then kick him out?!" The words came out with range.
"What?" Sam asked incredulous. He looked at Dean and he saw in his brother's shamed look that it was true.
"No one screws with Castiel and gets away with it. No one! Much less you." Balthazar had a threatening look. "You think Hell was bad? That's nothing compared to what I can do to you." He was ready to punch Dean again.
"Balthazar, stop." Castiel appeared in the room. "Let him go," he ordered Balthazar, but sounded more like he was asking. Castiel avoided looking at Dean.
Balthazar kept staring at his brother for a few seconds and then he finally released Dean.
"I did it for you," Balthazar explained to his brother as he walked in his direction.
"I know," Castiel said in a soft voice. "But if I wanted this, I could've done it myself."
Balthazar was thoughtful for a moment. "No… you couldn't." Castiel loved Dean too much to hurt him or to let any harm come to him, no matter how much Dean made him suffer.
In a half second Balthazar appeared next to Sam and touched him, making him disappear.
"Where the hell did you sent him?!" Dean asked surprised and upset.
"To a place you won't find him," Balthazar answered vaguely.
"Bring him back!" Dean ordered, stepping closer to the angel.
"No!" he said with conviction.
"Balthazar…" Castiel tried to talk to his brother peacefully.
"No." he repeated; not so loud, but still determined. "I'm sorry, Cassie. But I can't see you hurt like this." His voice turned concerned.
Balthazar turned to Dean. "So, you'll both stay here and solve your thing. Then, I'll bring Sam back. But if any of you leave this room, you'll never see Sam again." He explained the rules with a threatening voice to Dean. "You screw with my brother, I screw with yours." Then Balthazar vanished.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exhaled angrily.
Dean started pacing back and forward. He tried to calm down and think of another way to find Sam, and specially to forget that Castiel was right there, watching him. Castiel wished to talk to Dean but he didn't know where to begin or what to say.
For an hour, not a word was spoken and the tension in the room kept rising. Dean had no idea of how to find his brother and it was driving insane, so… okay, Dean told to himself. The only way was to play Balthazar's game instead of fight it. But first, he needed a drink.
Dean drank a glass of whiskey as he tried to think of what to say to the angel. For a moment he laughed to himself; he was a hunter, he fought against everything most people fear and now he was afraid of talking to Castiel… The truth was that Dean wasn't good talking about feelings, he rather hunt and kill an evil creature to keep his mind occupied. But he couldn't do that at the time, he had no way out.
Dean decided it was best to start from the beginning. "Cas…" Dean cleared his throat as he approached the angel. "Look, I'm sorry what I said to you that morning." He took a deep breath, not daring to look at Castiel. "I just… freaked out." He paused for a moment, feeling Castiel's gaze on him. "Because I like you… More than I ever thought," Dean confessed.
Castiel felt a warm in his heart and he sighed in relief. It was good to know Dean cared about him… But there was one question. "Is that a bad thing?" Castiel asked confused but with a calm voice.
Dean looked at him, and at first he wanted to tell him 'of course not', but there was a matter that worried him. "You know my life… right?" Castiel nodded slightly. "Sam says we're cursed. Not the traditional way; not by a spell or something like that but… maybe it's still a curse, I don't know." Dean shook his head. "The thing is… most of the people I care about; my family, my friends… most of them are dead. Besides Sam, the only people I have left it's you and Bobby." Dean took a deep breath. "I've lost too many people… and I don't want to lose you too."
Castiel felt the guilt in Dean's words; he knew it was hard for Dean to talk about it too. "Dean… I may be an angel, but I'm a mortal too. I can die tomorrow and it may have nothing to do with you."
"And by coincidence, the times that you died were actually because of me…" Dean said in a sarcastic tone.
"I don't regret it. Because if I hadn't helped you, no one would. I only wish to give you some happiness..." Castiel paused. "So, forget everything else, and do what makes you happy."
Dean was thoughtful for a moment, then he looked at Castiel's blue eyes… and with an impulse he leaned forward pressing his lips against Castiel's. The long awaited kiss lighted a fire inside Castiel, as Dean made him walk back until he hits the wall.
"This makes me happy," Dean confessed, pulling away for a second.
Then he pulled Castiel to him, grabbing him by the trenchcoat, and kissed him again hard and a bit desperate. Castiel let out a soft moan. "God, I missed you," Dean exhaled inches away from the angel's mouth.
Their lips locked again. Castiel brought a hand to Dean's neck and pulled the hunter to him. Then Castiel added the other hand and he was able to feel Dean's rapid pulse. Tongues touched, burning hot, and Dean slid his hands inside Castiel jacket, so that their bodies were touching in maximum possible spots. The heat passed to each other's bodies…
"Guys… Please, keep your pants on for a while longer." Balthazar returned, and brought Sam with him.
Dean let go of Castiel and they both looked at Balthazar and Sam in surprise, embarrassed and with pinky lips. Dean had forgotten about his brother.
"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam answered.
Balthazar was pretty sure Dean was going to start threatening him or try to hurt him to get some pay back for what he did to Sam. "We were just outside, in the parking lot," Balthazar explained. "I had thought in some place far, but Sam said you wouldn't notice us."
"What?! You were in with Balthazar?" Dean asked his brother.
"I had to do something…" Sam said innocently. "I couldn't just watch you drink like there was no tomorrow."
Castiel put the pieces together. "This was all a plan," he said to Balthazar. "You hit Dean just to make me come here…"
"It was the only way," Balthazar said.
"All the rest was a lie, a story…" Castiel didn't sound upset.
"What matters is that it worked." Balthazar sounded triumphant… But he couldn't deceive Castiel and disguise his sadness for losing Castiel that was never really his.
Castiel approached his brother. "Thank you," he said with a smile, small but warm. "And… I'm sorry." Although Sam and Dean probably didn't get it, Balthazar knew exactly what Castiel meant.
"Don't worry…" Balthazar put a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "I'll be fine." He looked into Castiel's eyes. If you are happy, I'm happy too. Balthazar mentally sent the message to his brother.
Castiel smiled. "Whenever you need me… just call me," Balthazar said as he subtly passed his hand down to Castiel's arm. Castiel nodded as Balthazar's hand touched his.
A moment later Balthazar let go of Castiel and turned over to Sam. "Alright, I admit, you're not that bad. It was good doing business with you…"
"Yeah…" Sam nodded to Balthazar.
Then he walked close to Dean. "Just wanted to let something clear… If you screw things with my brother, I'll come back. And I'll kill you." The threatening way Balthazar was looking at him made him remember Castiel the second time they met.
A second later, Balthazar disappeared and Dean breath in relieve when the angel got out of his personal space.
Sam noticed Castiel and Dean exchanging looks. "Well… I also gotta go…"
Dean walked over Castiel. "Dean, I'm gonna take the Impala," Sam added to see how Dean reacted.
"Yeah, okay," Dean replied like he was in other dimension.
Sam found it strange; Dean would never let him take his baby… But maybe he had found a new baby. Sam got the keys and left the room.
"Where were we…" Dean pulled Castiel to him and stole a kiss.
"Wait…" Castiel said softly. ""So, are we… together?"
"What does it look like?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"Is it real?" Castiel insisted.
"Very," Dean answered seriously although the familiar conversation made him smile. Castiel smiled. "Cas, I love you."Dean wanted to let that clear.
Castiel kissed him, passionately.
"Oh, I remember where we were…" Dean broke the kiss to talk. "We were in the part of pulling down our pants." Dean smiled as he pushed Castiel to lie on the bed with him.
And so the long life of happiness began.
THE END
