I'm so sorry for the late update! Pure procrastination on my part. Two words, Bones and FFXIII-2. Such wonderful reviews! I can't begin to thank you enough! I think I'll take advice and maybe avoid plot if I can and just focus on the destiel moments. I enjoyed writing last chapter the most. XD Probably due to Cas's expression/reaction, really. I switched POV's for this. Tell me what you think! I hope you enjoy!
All Dean can think about is killing Cas. Killing the feathery bastard, making him bleed. He doesn't know how he'll do it; Cas is stronger, of course. He just knows he has to, or he'll damn well die trying. For him.
The man from the bar...Dean knew the moment they had a drink together, the moment they looked at each other, Kevin was all he ever wanted. It didn't phase Dean that it had been a guy that he wants. That wasn't important.
Dean stares back up at the handsome man with his light brown hair and hazel eyes. Dean feels absolute loyalty to him.
"Dean," Kevin murmurs as he strokes the back of his hand against Dean's cheek. "I'll be your angel from now on. I'll take care of you and protect you. I'll give you what you want; what he can't. You don't need Cas anymore."
Something inside Dean shudders at the way this man says the angel's nickname. It's...just wrong.
"Kill him. For me? And we'll be together, Dean."
Dean nods, closes his eyes and prays for Castiel. He knows the angel is somewhere back in the bar-slash-dance club, standing stock still, with a few escort oglers.
Cas, I need you.
Dean hears a flutter of clothing behind himself in the cold, wet and dreary alley.
"Dean, have you found anything?" Castiel asks, suspiciously eyeing the man close to Dean. The angel takes a step forward to Dean.
"No, nothin' yet," he answers plainly with his back facing the angel. He turns and walks up to Cas, moving his mouth to whisper into Cas's ear.
"Give me your angel blade. I need to use it on him."
"Dean..."
"Hurry!" Dean hisses. "He's gonna figure out I'm on to him!"
Castiel nods slowly, his eyes warily moving towards the dissipating veil-like façade the hideous siren has created. He discreetly moves his arm in front of himself, using Dean's body as a shield of sorts. He slips the smooth, shiny metal from his coat sleeve, eyes darting back to Dean's.
Dean grits his teeth, jaw clenching expectantly.
Dean elbows Castiel in the jaw, wincing at the pain. The angel's no rookie, nor is he as soft as humans. Dean growls, attempting to snatch the angel blade from its holder's grasp.
Castiel shoves Dean back with one hand, zapping directly in front of him to push the hunter up against the side of the building.
"Dean, you must listen," Castiel pleads, voice low and dangerous.
"Screw you!" Dean snarls. He struggles against the angel's grip. He wants Cas's head on a stick.
"Dean," Kevin calls cheerfully, "Bite off your tongue. If I can't have you, neither will he."
Dean nods, but before he can blissfully oblige, his mouth is stuffed full of angel hand. He bites anyway, and looks into Cas's eyes, hoping to see a flare of pain. Cas stares at the blood dripping from Dean's mouth and down his own palm before speaking.
"Brace yourself," Cas utters.
Dean feels a cold metallic nick against his arm through the sleeve of his suit jacket and shirt. He can feel his blood leak onto the blade before the dagger is withdrawn. He feels himself getting dizzy from being held up so long. Cas releases him from the grip, and the angel is suddenly gone from his field of vision.
Dean slides down to his rear against the side of the grimy building, and frantically looks over to Kevin as Cas sinks the blood soaked blade into the creature's chest.
"No! NO!" Dean yells.
Castiel looks back at Dean as he throws the siren to the ground with little effort, an expression of distaste on his face. He's suddenly gone again, and in front of Dean, healing his bloodied arm.
Dean's breathing heavily, looking at the ground where the siren lay, the feeling of need and loyalty to the damn thing dissolving by the second.
"Ugh...It kissed me...!" Dean sighs. "...Thanks Cas. Again."
Castiel nods and says nothing. His face is tight with...Dean doesn't know what.
"What is it?" he asks.
"I...I felt something when I saw it touching you."
"What?" Dean says, disbelievingly. "How long were you even watching me?"
"Long enough to know that you ingested the siren's toxin when it gave you a drink. I apologize I couldn't recognize it sooner." Castiel continues to help the hunter to his feet. Dean doesn't think he'll pry as to what Cas 'felt'. For now.
"You think you can zap us back to the motel? I got a bone to pick with Mr. Smartass."
"Of course." The angel raises two fingers to Dean's forehead. In the back of his mind, Dean knows he won't poop for a week.
"You think that was funny? Hm? How 'bout my foot up your ass, Sammy? How's that?"
Sam is laying on the twin mattress with a wide grin on his face, almost in tears.
"It's notfunny," Dean grits.
"I fail to understand the joke as well, Sam," Castiel adds.
"You don't understand mostjokes, Cas. Not like this is any different," Dean snorts matter-of-factly.
"Oh man...I just thought you two could use some...y'know, R&R."
"And you think my kind of R&R is a friggin' gay dance club? I got rubbed up by things I don't even wanna remember, Sam. Not to mention seduced by the siren."
Sam chuckles even more. Castiel turns from his seat on his twin to stare blankly at the window. He's decided he'll sit this one out.
Dean's brow furrows in anger.
"Screw it," he bites out, stomping off to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.
Castiel turns his gaze to the closed bathroom door. He can sense Dean through it. He senses Dean staring into the mirror, and observes as the hunter's gaze descends down to examine his erection through worn jeans.
Castiel ceases his sensory analysis. He furrows his eyebrows in contemplation.
He still can't quite understand the feeling of discomfort Dean had about the homosexual club. Was it truly different from his usual escapades with women at other strip clubs?
"Sam?"
Sam's recovered from his fit of happiness to shoot an inquiring look at the angel.
"What is Dean so afraid of?"
"Ah, it's nothing, Cas. I guess those kinds of things make him uncomfortable." Sam shakes his head. "Makes 'em more funny for me, though." He chuckles again.
Castiel looks down at the floor again, pondering just what he felt exactly when that siren touched his charge, kissed his Dean, and why it distracts him from his missions with the Winchesters, his missions from Heaven, even. Or the dream he altered the night before. The angel wonders what else could have happened.
"I will be on the roof," Castiel says abruptly. He ascends in the blink of an eye. He needs space from the two. Space from Dean so he can sort this out. He needs guidance, assistance. His ex-superior comes to mind.
Despite the feel of the town, the outside is refreshing for the angel. The moon is a hazy crescent sickle in the polluted clouds. He closes his eyes and calms his grace.
Castiel prays.
"Anna."
"Castiel." The response is immediate, and Castiel's eyes fly open. "You've been well. I'm guessing this is more than just trying to jail me?" Anna's voice is genuine.
"You look well," Castiel nods awkwardly. He remembers their last meeting. He didn't much like it.
"What is it, Castiel?" Anna asks curiously. "Pleasantries can't be why you called me here."
"You expected this of me."
"If you're talking about what you're feeling, than yes, I did. Castiel...if you truly have faith in God, and you believe in His plan, than you know this is what is meant to happen," Anna concludes with a frown.
Castiel stares at the ground and then at her, his arms hanging limp and useless at his sides. He searches her with his eyes for some sort of relief, some weight of his shoulders. The weight of free will.
Anna walks up to him, placing a hand on his cheek. He'd be fearful if that were in his design.
Anna stares ruefully into his eyes.
"You're changing because of him. You know this."
"Anna, I don't know what to do. Please...help me?"
She smiles at his bland tone and longing eyes.
"You need to figure this out on your own. It's just like I said last time."
She lowers her hand and turns to walk toward the edge of the low building.
"Anna!"
She looks back at him, and disappears, her grace untraceable.
He loves humans. He never wavers in that respect. Not for the first time, he feels uncertainty. Before it was just this emotion called curiosity. But now, this hunter, the Righteous Man, so he's heard from Heaven, is making him feel.
Castiel raises his head to the dark sky, trying to understand. He was a strategist in Heaven.
Castiel thinks for a moment.
Maybe he can apply tactics with this new layer of humanity that he's developed. He needs to resolve this anomaly with Dean. Though the anomaly is pleasurable, he needs to focus on his mission and protect Sam and Dean.
Castiel ponders what stakes he should take to advance the situation with the hunter,
The angel contemplates further. Perhaps he needs to study Dean more. He's done plenty of that with all the staring, much to the hunter's discomfort.
Castiel sighs and descends back to a dark room and a gently snoring Dean. He looks to the other absent bed, and turns to sit on Dean's bed. He knows where Sam is.
The angel decides to banish the thought for now, knowing a good opportunity when he sees one. He looks at Dean's sleeping form, left arm tucked under the pillow to support his check, right somewhere beneath the sheets.
What is it about this human?
He observes Dean, his face in the pillow and mouth slightly open. His eyes roam over Dean's sculpted face, eyelashes hiding light green eyes. Castiel raises his hand to brush sandy brown hair from the hunter's temple. He let's his fingers linger in the soft spikes. He lifts and moves a hand to place on the hunter's back, but stops, instead looking at the small where the sheets conceal the darkly colored boxers.
Castiel decides he likes looking at Dean. Forget studying.
He examines the exposed patch of skin with his eyes, tilting his head in fascination at the toned muscle that lay underneath. He's just about to move his hand to feel the muscle when the body shifts and turns abruptly; a determined grip on his arm makes him halt.
Castiel quickly turns his head to face Dean. A very much awake Dean. A possibly hostile Dean. Something about the look in the hunter's eyes intrigues Castiel, even more so than the small of the hunter's back. Something along the lines of hunger. The angel can't be sure.
"Dean, I wasn't aware-"
"What're you doing, Cas?" Dean questions with an unreadable tone unreadable. His grip on Castiel's arm doesn't lessen.
"I was..." Castiel actually stammers.
I've been in fierce battles with demons in the name of Heaven, and I can't tell this hunter what I was doing?
"I don't know what I was doing," Castiel accurately admits, averting his gaze. He honestly doesn't. Even he knows observing doesn't have to do with physical contact...
"Look at me, Cas," Dean demands. Castiel doesn't recognize the tone. He takes in a breath of air for good measure. Right now, he needs some.
Castiel also decides that Dean flusters him on occasion.
"Dean, I apologize," Castiel offers, instead of his eyes.
"Look at me."
Castiel succumbs to the gruff voice and the intent grip on his arm. He feels slight...fear?
Castiel reluctantly lifts his eyes to the hunter's. Dean's expression is unreadable as well. Or maybe it's just Cas.
Castiel gulps, wondering when he's ever felt like he had to do that. He almost sighs in relief when Dean finally lets go of his arm. He withdraws it from Dean's so called 'personal space'.
Castiel turns from Dean and rises from the bed. He hears the mattress behind him squeak and shift. The hunter has risen as well.
He turns to assure Dean of any ill intentions, but finds Dean's forearm pressed against his chest, pushing him back against the wall. He grunts has his head makes impact. It's not painful, but not desired.
Dean's face is in his, breathing hard, and glaring at Castiel. Castiel reconsiders the desire a bit.
He blinks and steadies his breath, despite Dean's intimidating aura and proximity. Dean's eyes are boring into his with some sort of emotion that Castiel understands they're both on the precipice of discovering.
Dean relents, exhaling deeply, and releasing Castiel from the hold. His gaze lingers on Castiel's lips for a few seconds before he turns and heads to the bathroom again.
Castiel remains, flustered, but calm and for some reason, even more frustrated than when Sam had awakened Dean in the car the other day.
He wants whatever just happened to happen again.
So close, yet so far? Believe me, I wanted to smash 'em together in some sorta smut, but I think I can wait. XD I was afraid I'd develop something too fast. This took a while to write. I hope you enjoyed, and as always, R&R!
