A/N: Okay another chapter. Hope you guys like it. This story is un-beta. Sorry for any mistakes.
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Things That Go Bump In The Night
Chapter 4- Feelings Are A Bitch
Sam's large frame buckled, sending him crashing onto his knees when Cas suddenly became dead weight in his arms and for a 'nerd angel' Cas was surprisingly heavy. His knees still throbbed from the hardened contact of the wooden floor. With mounting concern for his older brother, who just laid on the ground, unmoving after...moaning Cas' name in such a pornographic state that made Sam blush. He never wanted to hear that sound in his life again...without earplugs. Shoving some more therapy worthy scars to the side and deep into his mind, Sam gingerly laid the unconscious angel on the floor. Then rushed to Dean's side. He was freaking worried and confused about just what had transpired and the fact that Dean still hadn't moved was unnerving as hell.
He flipped Dean over, and his older brother's arm flopped down like a dead fish to his side. Immediately, Sam knew there was something wrong. His brother's stillness was too abnormal, even for someone who just passed out. Sam cased his eyes down at Dean, inspecting, than he realized that Dean wasn't breathing. "Dean!" cried Sam and he started to pump at his older brother's chest, ignoring the underlining of pain of his two broken fingers.
"Come on...Come on...Come on!" grunted out Sam in a chant as he slammed his whole weight into the chest compressions. Sweat beaded at his brow from the exertion and fear; fear that he would have to live without Dean again. His hair flew into his eyes as he braced himself on his knees, pressing his weight harder into Dean's chest as he did compressions. As long as his brother was alive and well, Sam didn't care if he broke a rib or two in the process. Ribs would heal. Feverishly, Sam pumped at Dean's heart, his breathy chanting turned into anger, "COME ON, YOU JACKASS! WAKE UP!" Sam shouted at Dean's unmoving body.
Sam's compressions slowed, as his mind wheeled, his anger was overwhelmed by desperation, "Please, don't leave me." Sam's voice was barely a whisper, barely containing the bitter loneliness that threatened to crush his spirit and his will to live. Screw whatever promise they had. Sam wouldn't, couldn't move on from Dean's death, not this time. "Dean," His brother's name, was his last small desperate plea.
His voice reminded Sam of when they were kids, when he was weak and scared of the world around him, and how Dean would comfort him when he was 'being a baby.' In the barely lit flame of hope still in his chest, Sam hoped that Dean had heard it. That maybe, just maybe, Dean was fighting to live. When his brother remained motionless, and not breathing, Sam collapsed to his side. With shaky arms, Sam gathered Dean's head in his lap, hoping that his brother would wink at him, and let him know that it was alright. To offer the same comfort now, as his brother did then. Sam bowed his head down, lost in his own grief.
Sam missed the light rustling of clothing behind him and he jumped slightly when a deep, gravelly voice said, "Sam" from behind him. He whirled his head around with warmth still swimming at his eyes. His voice was barely a whisper when his brown eyes connected with Castiel's blue ones then looked down at Dean, "Help him." There was so much crap between them at the moment, with Castiel's sudden appearance to being that it was Castiel's fault that he was losing his mind to the free roaming Leviathans, but none of that mattered. Right now, saving Dean, did.
From where Sam sat on the floor with Dean's pale head in his lap, Castiel looked at if he would kill over at any point. The angel's breathing was erratic, and thin sheen of sweat hung from his forehead. But Sam was desperate, he knew that Castiel could see it. For once, Sam could see the swirling emotions of concern and desperation mirrored in Castiel's eyes instead of his blank empty slate. The angel swiftly crawled to them with tremors raking at his smaller frame that just proved to Sam that the angel wasn't feeling any better. Each movement was an effort as Castiel crawled, as if he didn't trust his feet to carry him, but his blue eyes were only fixated on Dean.
"Please just try Cas," said Sam and looked to the angel for something, perhaps reassurance. Castiel had saved his brother once from the deepest depths of hell. He could save Dean again; he had too. Castiel was Dean's angel, regardless if the three of them got along or not. Their eyes met again, and Sam nodded, signaling wordlessly to try. Sam watched Castiel's face set into a grimace as he moved to place two fingers on Dean's forehead, just as he always did to fix them. Instead, Castiel's hand caressed the side of Dean's face, almost like a lover, if not just as gently as one.
With a heated blush on his face, remembering just what he had seen three weeks ago and feeling as if he shouldn't be watching; his jaw dropped in awe as Dean's face began to glow a pure white. The brightness traveled down Dean's body in tangled ripples, and only grew brighter with a heated light which made Sam close his eyes. Sam flinched in pain as he ripped his hands off of Dean when the heat grew too much for him to handle. A high pitch sound entered the room and Sam slammed his hands over his ears, shouting, "CAS? WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
The angel's healing powers never put on a light show or a heavy screeching concert before. Though, it was over before it really begun and the shining light that shone in through his eyelids, disappeared. "Cas?" Sam made his name a question that could be easily translated from Winchester lingo to socially awkward angel, 'Hey, is the blinding light show over with? How's Dean?'
Mentally, Sam prayed for good news; hoping, wanting, needing Dean to live. Living without Dean the first time around nearly killed him. Sam knew that he wasn't strong enough the handle another go around. Surprisingly, Sam did pray, maybe not as often as other people but he did more so than Dean. Unless Dean was praying to Castiel. His brother had him beat there. Praying to Castiel happened a lot more before the angel's supposed death and the incident three weeks ago.
"You can stop praying Sam," stated Castiel, "Dean will be fine. He needs to rest." Sam immediately stopped and peeked his eyes open to find Dean's chest rhythmically rising and falling. He turned to Castiel and gave the exhausted angel a small smile of gratitude, "Thanks Cas." The angel only nodded and the air between them grew tense.
"Cas..."started Sam, but when Castiel looked at him with heavy tired eyes, the conversation to 'clear the air' had to wait. Besides, there was so many questions that needed to be answered and so many things that needed to be said. Sam really had no idea where to start. Instead, Sam cleared his throat and looked down at Dean then back to Castiel. With another small smile on his face, Sam spoke, "First, we should probably get Dean back to the motel. When he wakes up, he's going to want to shower and eat."
Talking about Dean or things relating to Dean or even talking about Dean's well-being made the tension in the room a little easier between them. Castiel only nodded his head at Sam and replied,"Very well."
He quickly closed his eyes as Castiel's fingers approached his forehead and Sam quickly braced himself. There was a light tap right in the middle of his forehead but when the sensation of smothering air didn't press against him, Sam peek his eyes open. His brown orbs found Castiel staring at his hand in shock. The angel's confused blue eyes met with Sam's as Castiel spoke, "I do not understand."
The only comfort that Sam had to offer was a light pat on the angel's arm. "It's okay Cas. You're probably just drained from helping Dean."
Castiel nodded lightly, "Perhaps, you are right Sam."
The angel from heaven wasn't so sure, there was something odd, something different between the profound bond that he shared with Dean. He stood and was surprised that his legs gave a weak tremble underneath his weight. It was such a human feeling that he hadn't thought possible. At least not for himself, not when his grace beat strongly against his chest.
His vessel was no longer borrowed, Jimmy Novak had been gone since the Leviathans broke free. He had a sudden realization then, and looked down at Dean resting in his lap; Castiel thought himself as a person. As a human, with 'angel mojo' as Dean had put it. As his blue eyes roamed over the human in his charge, something in his chest pulled at him. A stronger pull than he had since he pulled Dean from the pit. Something that wanted Castiel to act upon, but knew his affections would be unwelcome even if they had kissed. Castiel swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes studied the planes of Dean's body sensually but quickly broke away when Sam spoke from the floor, "Are you strong enough to help me carry Dean to the car?"
Sam saw the unsteady sway of the angel and he wondered if Castiel would be well enough to help him. His two broken fingers were nothing, but his back started to throb with complaint since the job was just about over. He should be used to being thrown through walls, it was like a monster's acknowledgment that he was dangerous. It was a pain in the ass complement.
"I can," replied Castiel.
Sam just nodded, "Actually, can you stay with Dean while I," he motions to the dropped vampires, "finish the job?" He knew that Dean would get after him about it when he woke up. The only reply he received from Castiel was the barest of nods. Sam grabbed Castiel's trench coat and gently tugged, "You think that he could rest on you?"
"Of course Sam."
The angel sat down beside Sam, offering his knees as a pillow for Dean's head. He watched as Sam gently maneuvered his brother into his lap. When Dean was as comfortable as he was going to get in his sleeping state, Sam grabbed the small knife from the floor before standing. He shoved the knife into his belt loop and threw the vampire heads and bodies through the hole in the wall. "I'll be back shortly," stated Sam and he left the room. Castiel was left alone with Dean, hearing Sam's footsteps traveling away from them.
When they were alone, his hand automatically laced through Dean's short hair to offer comfort. Castiel watched with mere fascination as the soft locks of hair would fix back into place after every stroke. He mentally promised himself that this would be the second and final time that he would let his feelings for Dean emerge. Brushing Dean's hair with his fingers was such a simple gesture that made his heart pound. Castiel savored this moment, touching Dean like this, knowing that if the hunter was up and walking, his gestures would be an invasion of personal space and would most likely freak Dean out.
Castiel knew more about Dean than Dean knows about himself. His grace and his hands put Dean back together again from the pit, Castiel knew the hunter's preferences didn't matter. Dean, on the other hand, preferred women because he didn't want to explore that side of himself. Which Castiel was indifferent, just because he wanted Dean's happiness. He was more than content being by the hunter's side, in being a friend and an ally. The pursuit of romantic love was confusing by nature anyways. He wasn't human enough to understand the feelings that he has for Dean but not angel enough for him not to experience the feelings. It was all very confusing. Though, deep down, Castiel knew that he was falling for Dean Winchester. That an angel of the lord loved a human.
He didn't know when the feelings began, maybe just over time they grew into something more. Maybe it was three weeks ago, when Castiel heard Dean's voice in his head, calling for him, that awakened him from Emmanuel. It wasn't coincidence that Castiel went to Dean that night. The throaty moan of his name made Castiel seek out Dean. Never did he think that the hunter would kiss him, let alone, to be able to hold Dean's almost naked body against his own. Sending the hunter trembling under him with the thrust of his hips. Castiel shivered at the memory, let himself wonder what would happen if they didn't have the layer of clothes between them. His human feelings were more pronounced than ever. Usually, he could suppress them, but now it was different.
The bond that he had shared with Dean for many years now, felt raw and new. Every human emotion, every hunger, every desire throbbed within his very being. It didn't matter if those desires were his or Dean's. The desires were there and the burned within him. Castiel would try his best to restraint against the human desires that pulsed; driving pools of heat into his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, as he focused on the problem. His control would fade eventually under the crushing heat between both Dean's and his desires.
Before Castiel knew it, he had opened his eyes and watched in pure captivation as his thumb rubbed Dean's plush bottom lip that the human licked out of habit often. Slowly, he bent his back, arching his face and mouth to align with Dean's. Castiel shuddered as he felt Dean's warm, tempting breath on his own throbbing lips. They were mere centimeters apart, and Castiel wanted, needed to close the distance between them, knowing that he would never get another opportunity to display his feelings to the man in his lap.
It was the faintest brushes of lips but it sent goose-flesh shivering up his arms. Castiel didn't want to pull away, Dean's scent, his taste was too overwhelming for their new profound bond. As he dove to steal another forbidden kiss, Castiel heard approaching sounds of only Sam's thudding footsteps against the wooden floor; he quickly snapped away, and moved his hand from Dean's hair. Putting on an act of innocence; which wasn't too difficult, Castiel was an angel after all. His bright blue eyes were trained at the doorway seconds before Sam appeared.
"Hey Cas," greeted Sam, who walked through the door in a thin layer of sweat and dirt with their missing weapons in hand. "How's Dean?"
"Resting," replied Castiel simply.
He heard Sam snort with his reply, "Yea, thanks Cas."
Apparently, still after many years of being around the Winchesters, the concept of sarcasm was missed by the angel. In Castiel's deep gravelly tone, he replied with, "You're welcome Sam."
Sam let out a small entertained chuckle as he ventured further into the room next to them. The taller man knelt down and threw Dean's arm over his shoulders. Castiel followed suit, but not before resting Dean's head gently on the floor. With a simple tug upright, Dean's arms were around their necks, his head brushed on Castiel's shoulder and they awkward shuffled through the cabin with Dean's feet dragging behind.
Bright, warm sunlight greeted them like an old friend when they passed through the main doorway. Their feet crunched across hard gravel as they went. After what felt like twenty minutes or so of walking, Castiel could feel the sun burning down on him. The heat beamed on his back and he could feel rolls of sweat beading down the small of his back, making his many layers cling onto his skin. His breathing came out labored from between his dry lips as he spoke, "When your brother awakens, I suggest that we converse to him about his consumption of unhealthy foods."
Sam laughed again then paused in mid stride and looked to Castiel with a shocked look on his face, "Dude...did you just make a joke?"
Castiel paused, tilting his head. He contemplated for a moment as he reflected back to his words, then blinked blankly at him which made Sam laugh harder this time with a pained look on his face, "You didn't know that you made a joke," he gasped through his laughter.
He just looked at the younger Winchester laughing, not understanding why this situation was so funny. Eventually, Sam's laughter subsided to small snickers now and then with a smile plastered on his face as they continued dragging Dean back to the car. After a short while, the Impala sat in rays of sunshine that made her hood sparkle. The sun beams shone brightly on the dark car, drawing them in as a moth to the flame.
Castiel only wished for Dean to be awake to admire the view; he knew the hunter would enjoy "his baby" being showcased like that. Though Castiel still didn't understand the concept, Dean's car didn't not have a gender nor was it a baby but the hunter insisted that cars were girls and babies. Humans customs confused him almost as much as feelings. They paused when they awkwardly groped Dean for the car keys as he hung between them still resting from whatever had happened. Castiel ignored the taunt muscle underneath his hands as his fingers fished through the pocket of Dean's blue jeans which turned empty. Sam face's was a slight grimace as he yanked the Impala's keys from the opposite pocket.
When the door was finally unlocked after many awkward tries, they placed Dean into the backseat of the Impala gingerly, knowing that Dean would bitch about the bloodstains on the interior later. They both climbed in, Cas in the front passenger side and Sam behind the wheel. The Impala's engine purred to life as Sam started the car with the turn of the key. There was silence between them as radio softly played rock music as Sam backed out of the gravel trail.
Trees scraped the sides of the Impala until the car finally turned back onto paved road. As Sam drove back into town, neither man missed the low growl of, "Cas..." coming from the back seat. Castiel whirled back to look at Dean as Sam shot glances over his shoulder as he fought to pay attention to the road and wondering about Dean.
"Dean?"
Castiel made Dean's name a question with some hope that the hunter would sit up and complain about the bloodstains in the Impala. Instead, the man laying down in the backseat only trembled and lowly moaned his name again in his a husky tone, this time reminding Castiel of Dean's voice three weeks ago. He reached back and gently brushed a fingertip over Dean's forehead. The low moaning subsided, but Dean's breathing was still erratic. Castiel settled back into the front seat and licked his bottom lip- a habit that he undoubtedly picked up from Dean. His blue eyes settled looking out the window, looking at the passing trees.
There was a pause, then Sam spoke,"What's wrong with him?" asked Sam with the earlier blush on his face back on full force, "Why did he...moan like that?" His hazel eyes glimpsed from the road to Castiel.
"I belief there is something wrong with the bond that I share with your brother, Sam. The bond is raw and open, I believe that Dean is channeling some feelings of mine, as I am of his," replied Castiel.
Sam furrowed his brow as his eyes settled back to the road, "A bond? How did the bond with Dean happen Cas? Why didn't we know about it earlier? What feelings?" asked Sam.
Castiel licked his bottom lip again, with some uneasy nervousness churning in his stomach. The angel navigated through Sam's bombardment of questions, "I created the bond so I could pull Dean from Perdition and fix his broken body. Knowing about the bond wasn't important;Dean is able to live his usual day to day life without feeling the pull. He is not drawn to me as I am to him."
Sam skipped over the angel's reply and focused back to the question that drove his curiosity oddly wild. It was border line of wanting to know, but hopefully not needing brain bleach later. "So how drawn to Dean are you?" Castiel refused to answer. He did not want to make the conversation awkward with Sam, nor risk Dean eavesdropping on a conversation that would undoubtedly...Scare? Him.
The youngest Winchester took the angel's silence for something more. With his eyes still on the road, they were quickly approaching the town as small houses started to come into view. Sam cleared his throat with nervousness, "In more simplified terms, you're saying that you have feelings for Dean," stated Sam carefully. "What kind of feelings? Do you lov-"
"They are of no consequence," interrupted Castiel quickly. His feelings were of no consequence. There was no sense in focusing on something that would not be welcomed or reciprocated.
Instead Castiel switched topics to something a lot more important."What matters is the rawness of the unpredictable bond that your brother and I share. I came to your location as soon as I felt the shift, and having your brother touch my wings was all the proof I needed to know that something had happened. Did something occur while you were hunting?"
"You can say that..." trailed off Sam. As his mind flashed back to cutting off the waitress named Sarah's head. There was silence in the car minus the soft music and Castiel grew impatient, another human emotion that he did not have much experience with.
"What were you hunting?" snapped Castiel. His gaze from the lines of green trees to the younger Winchester and his blue eyes stared intensely at him as Sam drove. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, trying not to let Castiel's stare down faze him. He didn't know how Dean dealt with it all the time, "We were hunting a nest of vamps, but there was a witch among them."
Sam paused for a moment to glance at Castiel, who looked as if he waiting for Sam to continue as his mind processed the beginnings of the story. "She wanted to turn Dean with his permission oddly enough. When she mentioned that they would be using me as breakfast. Dean refused. So, she spoke of casting a spell to make Dean desire to become a vamp. I didn't catch everything, I was handling two other vamps as Dean handled the witch. When I came back, she had Dean pinned to the wall, and she was chanting something that sounded like latin. Yea, I'm pretty sure it was latin, I know a couple of words like desire, burning, and forever. I sliced her head off just as Dean's eyes began to glow. Do you think that her spell was completed? That, she made Dean desire to become a vamp?"
"I do not know," stated Castiel. His eyes flickered over his shoulder to Dean before replying, "I will go to heaven to investigate further."
Sam nodded and expected to hear the familiar sound of a disappearing angel but nothing came. Out of the corner of Sam's eyes, he saw Castiel still sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes shut tight. He had to bite the inside of his cheek when Castiel's face morphed into a concentrated expression, that reminded Sam of pooping, just as Dean had teased before. His voice came out steady, full of sympathy as he spoke, "I guess it's researching the other way then."
Even as Sam drove, he didn't miss the flash of agitation that crossed over the angel's face. A grimace that oddly looked similar to his brother's. Perhaps, Castiel was channeling his inner Dean or his feelings as Castiel had mentioned. "Hey, don't worry Cas. I can use another pair of eyes to research since you're down here. We both know how Dean is..." smiled Sam, implying that they both know how much Dean hates researching. If the reading materials don't include tits or cars, Dean would want nothing to do with them.
Castiel nodded, "I will assist you then."
They fell into a silence as they drove into the bustling town in the afternoon. It took them an extra ten minutes to drive across town and pull in the motel parking lot. The purring of the Impala stopped when Sam pulled into an empty parking spot and cut the ignition. The younger Winchester looked to Castiel, as the angel stared through the windshield and at the red bricks of motel. Sam smoothed back his long hair and cleared his throat nervously; knowing that he needed to get this talk off of his chest.
"Cas..." started Sam. When the angel didn't react or acknowledge him speaking, Sam continued as his eyes stared out the windshield as well.
"I don't know how to say this Cas, but here goes nothing. I don't know how you managed to survive after being destroyed by the Leviathans, but I'm glad you're back. Dean's glad you're back. Regardless of everything I..." trailed off Sam.
Castiel looked at Sam, it didn't take angelic powers to see the obvious expression of forgiveness on his features. What Castiel had done, to Dean, to Sam, marks nothing of deserving forgiveness. He had expected Dean to lash out that night until he fixed Sam's wall. Instead, the hunter...No. Castiel wouldn't reflect on that. Those kinds of feelings were not welcomed. Castiel focused on the discussion that Sam was trying to have with him. He felt that he didn't deserve what Sam was going to say, and he couldn't verbalize anything. Castiel couldn't verbalize his refusal. To tell Sam not to offer it. In heaven, there wasn't this kind of forgiveness. Only pain.
When Castiel hadn't spoke, and only tensed up, Sam decided to make this heart-to-heart conversation quick. Hell, he could practically hear Dean's voice nagging in his head about being a girl anyways.
"I want to say that I forgive you for knocking down the wall; I wouldn't be able to say that at all until tonight. Well, last night, I didn't think that..."
'You loved Dean' danced on the end of his tongue. Instead Sam spoke, " I believe that the bond between you and Dean wasn't the only thing that went odd during the hunt. Lucifer is gone from my head entirely and I'm not seeing visions or torture or even flames. I think it had to do with the Witch's spell. Her desire spell because I desired to be sane again. And well, 'poof' I am. So I'm not upset or angry anymore, and I don't think Dean is either not after what I saw three weeks ago."
Now, Sam felt the angel shift beside him and Sam only focused on the brick walls in front of him to avoid making Castiel uncomfortable. Silence fell into the Impala again for several minutes before Castiel spoke, "My apologies Sam. I did not mean for you to witness. My thoughts and reactions escaped me the moment Dean kissed me."
Sam shuddered a bit, sending traumatized shivers down his arms as his mind tried to play the scene that he stumbled into. Dean's sexual activities never ceased to scar him but seeing his brother being mounted, by a male angel no less; there wasn't enough brain bleach in the universe to erase it. Then Castiel's word truly soaked into his mind, and he looked to the angel with horrified, shocked expression before gasping out in what could be a higher pitch of his voice than usual, "Dean kissed you? But from what I saw..." His words died in his throat, as a flaming blush grew across his cheeks. He did not want to finish that sentence but he struggled to say more. The stubborn side of him wouldn't quit.
"Your brother may have initiated the physical contact of our lips at first. He did not seem opposed to more when I pressed him to the bed. In fact, he seemed quite enthralled with the idea," simply stated Castiel, with no sense of embarrassment.
Sam though, choked on his tongue from the angel's bluntness and coughed as he tried to tune out the over share of details. This heart to heart conversation just crossed into uncomfortable territory. Sam shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, "Right...Uh...since we're here and everything, let's take Dean inside before people notice that he's covered in blood," suggested Sam.
Sam was right in the middle of opening the Impala's door when a hollow growling sound echoed within the classic car. His eyes flickered to Castiel as the angel looked down at his stomach. Letting out a small chuckle, Sam smiled, "Dude, was that your stomach?"
"I require nourishment," stated Castiel as his hand pressed against his lower abdomen. Before either could say more, there was a loud groan from the back seat and Castiel's stomach soon growled afterwords. Sam didn't laugh this time, but his eyes flickered from the angel to his brother in the backseat then finally removing himself from the car.
Castiel moved from his place and helped Sam carry Dean into the motel room; much of the hunter's weight mainly on him due to Sam's injuries. In five minutes, Dean was sprawled on the motel bed, still rhythmically breathing in clothes covered in vampire blood. Sam sat at the small table grimacing as he finally addressed his minor wounds. Castiel was at lost, not knowing what to do with himself and he stood in the room of the room counting the cracks in the crumbling plaster. Then his stomach growled painfully; which caught Sam's attention.
"Oh, right. Sorry Cas, you need food," mumbled Sam. He mentally lectured himself about abusing his brother's angel by neglecting to feed his new requirement for food. Sam grabbed the keys that sat in front of him on the table and stood.
"There isn't much here, I'll run by someplace and grab something. No doubt that Dean will want something," said Sam as he headed for the door. Shivers jumped up and down his spine and Sam glanced over his shoulder, meeting Castiel's stare. "You know, Dean hates wearing hunting clothes to bed. Think you can do me the favor and undress him while I get food?"
The angel simply nodded, as his not-so-transparent eyes roamed over his brother. Sam smirked a little and took that look as his clue to leave. Before closing the door after him completely, Sam spoke, "You might want to get cleaned up too, since you carried Dean and all. Grab some clothes from his bag, I'm pretty sure that he won't mind, and they'll fit better."
The door clicked closed and Castiel was alone with Dean, once again. His eyes flickered down at his bloodstained trench coat then looked over to the matching bloodstain hunter. He stared at him for several moments, marveling over the concept of dark clothing. That, the brothers wore dark clothing for a reason. With pure intentions, Castiel wondered over to the bed and removed Dean's socks and boots from his body. When they were neatly placed towards the end of the bed, Castiel was at lost what to do next. Yesterday, he would've been able to undress Dean with a simple flick of his wrist, but now, his fingers shook nimbly as he gingerly lifted the slightly bigger man, leaning his body onto his to removed his jacket and shirt. Castiel cursed in Enochian as Dean let out warm breath on the side of his neck, sending shivers everywhere around his body.
Swallowing the torturous growing lump in his throat, Castiel placed Dean down on the pillows again as he mentally gave himself a pep talk. He had seem Dean naked before, several times in fact. The man was his charge after all but having seeing him naked and undressing him, felt like two different oddities. Undressing him by his own hand, felt like a lover, like all those women that are to have Dean. Something in his chest sparked and he pressed it down. If Castiel could venture into the fiery depths of hell to pull this man out, then he was more than capable of undressing him.
With mentally-driven focus and some struggling, Castiel managed to untangle Dean from his bloodstain clothing that were neatly arranged at the end of the bed, with his boots. Dean was stripped down to his olive, green boxers and nothing else. That last piece of undergarment would stay, Castiel didn't know if he could handle seeing anymore of Dean's naked skin without taking the man himself. He stood, from his sitting position on the side of the bed and ripped his eyes away from the temptation that laid before him. Biting his bottom lip in frustration, he flipped the other half of the bedspread over the hunter's skin.
Castiel stood in the middle of the room before looking down at himself. He decided to take Sam's suggestion. He shrugged from his clothes quickly and folded them before placing them on Sam's bed. Lightly, Castiel shut the bathroom door behind him and stood in the small room. It had everything that was needed for the basics of human hygiene. It had a sink, a toilet, and a shower, which Castiel stared at, before experimenting with the silver knobs. When hot, steamy water was to his liking, Castiel stepped in and let the warm liquid caress down his body.
Dean stiffed instinctively as he heard thumping. Not like footsteps, but like the water pipes of the dingy motels. His green eyes peeked open and he was met with a faded cream ceiling over his head. If Dean could guess, he was at the motel that Sam had paid for earlier. Sam must have brought him to the motel after the fight or so, he assumed, he didn't remember much and his younger brother must be in the shower. He groaned and flopped his hand over his eyes; not wanting to make an effort to move again. Everything hurt. This time he wasn't exaggerating. His head felt like it had been jammed into a wood chipper and then some. Every movement felt like his last, his arm, his body, didn't feel anything, like his pain receptors were shot and he was just numb.
His mind though, his mind was perfectly clear. Wings and Cas' glowing blue eyes were the last things he saw. Automatically, his tongue ran over his bottom lip as he remember touching Cas' wings. They were soft and satiny and he kind of like them. There was something about Cas that made him go chick-flicky, and Dean doesn't go girl. Stubbornly against his own body's wishes, Dean sat up, and his hands grabbed at his head to keep it from pulling an Exorcist. All the sounds and sights blended into a mixture of Ow! and WhythehelldidIdothat?- Dean was so preoccupied that he missed the sound of the motel door opening and closing. He only opened his eyes when he felt a dip in the bed and a familiar voice near his face, "Dean? Can you hear me?"
He flinched as his head throbbed. Oh yea, he could hear his dumb brother, the giant was practically screaming in his ear and Dean opened his mouth to make his pain known, "Sammy, quit screamin' at me. I can hear you," snapped Dean.
Unknowingly to Dean, Sam looked startled as he stared at Dean. Sam didn't scream or yell, or shout. He just spoke, in the same tone of voice as he always did. "I wasn't yelling at you Dean," protested Sam then questioned, "How are you feeling?"
"Peachy," replied Dean.
Sam snorted, "Like shit then. I got you some food."
Dean lifted his head to look at his puppy-eyed brother as Sam stood up from the bed and walked over to the small table. He reflexively caught the burger when Sam tossed it at him. Dean looked around the room to check out their new digs until tomorrow. Then his stomach growled and he eagerly sank his teeth into the burger once the wrapping was peeled away. The echoes of splashing water and banging pipes stopped making Dean looked at Sam, then to the closed bathroom door. "You got company?" asked Dean through a mouthful of food.
"No, probably just Cas. I suggested that he grabbed a shower since he was covered in vampire blood because of you," replied Sam while he was setting up his laptop to research more about the spell.
"Cas? The dude doesn't need to shower. He has angel mojo for that shit," stated Dean as he took another mouthful. Dean carefully watched Sam's expression that morphed into 'the look.' The look of- 'I have bad news and you're not going to like it.'
"What is it Sam?"
Sam looked away from him again, and mumbled, "I think Cas lost his powers."
"What?" cried Dean and jumped to his feet, not once realizing that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. The world didn't spin underneath him, that was a good sign, "What do you mean you think Cas lost his powers? When did this happen? Is he human now?"
Sam stabbed at his rabbit food with his plastic fork and looked at Dean over the laptop, "I don't know much. Cas just said that something, I think it was the 'desire spell', messed up your bond with him. And..."
"My bond with him..." repeated Dean. "Since when do I have a bond with him? Yea, Cas is family but a bond? That's a pretty cheesy way of saying friendship ain't it?"
Sam placed his fork down, "No it's not. At least not in your case. The dude created the bond to pull you from hell Dean. He said that you wouldn't be able to feel it and you could live your day to day life. His exact words were, 'He wouldn't be drawn to me as I am to him.' But as we drove back here, he said that the bond was unpredictable, that it was raw and new, and that the both of you would be able to...I guess, channel each other's feelings."
Dean just stood in the middle of the room as his mind digested the information that Sam just gave him. The angel, created a bond with him to pull him out of hell and they were playing share time with feelings, whatever the hell that meant. "So what do we do? I mean the bond is already there right? So, we just do a reversal spell and everything is back to normal. No channeling each other's feelings and bullshit girly crap."
"It's not that easy Dean and you know it. The witch wanted you to 'desire'," Sam held up his fingers in quotations, "to become a vamp. We have to find the spell and see if we can even reverse it. I think the bond with Castiel may have messed up the spell, considering you're not acting remotely interested in become a vampire."
"Oh, yea, Sammy you know it. Being vamp is all the rage now. I think I'll stick to the burgers, " sarcastically replied Dean as he took another bite. "So, this spell, think it messed with Cas' mojo?"
Sam nodded, "Most likely. We'll have to research more."
Which Dean groaned in protest as he walked back to his bed and saying 'that he wished that Bobby was here' was on the tip of tongue when the bathroom door opened. His half eaten burger dropped from Dean's hand and onto the floor with a small plop. Dean's jaw dropped when he saw familiar but dark wet mop of hair and a pale body step from the foggy bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His green eyes never left Castiel's pale body as the angel crossed in the room and started to riffled through his bag.
"Hello Dean" greeted Castiel, "Sam said that I could borrow some of your clothing."
Dean cleared his throat and sputtered with a blush on his face, "Yea...sure Cas. Help yourself." His eyes were trained at the floor but the images of Castiel's naked pale body pulled at him, he felt pooling heat rush at his lower abdomen, and his heart thundering in his chest. Dean shivered where he was rooted, but the intoxicating smell of Castiel's shampoo wafted through the hotel room; he blinked for one long second.
Then when he opened his eyes, his face was greeted with a shocked Castiel pinned to the motel wall. Not knowing what exactly happened, not meeting Cas' eyes, Dean started stammer out a weak apology, then his eyes flickered to the angel's mouth as a small pink tongue traced over his bottom lip. He groaned like the movement was the most sensual thing that he had ever seen, and it was, then plastered his body up Cas', captured the angel's face within his hands then he claimed the angel's mouth with his once again in a harsh kiss.
All he knew was flushing heat from skin against skin, he shoved his one legs in between Castiels's, pressing his hardened manhood against a muscle toweled thigh. Pleasure hissed from between his lips from the pressure, everything felt heightened, greater than their 'moment' three weeks ago. The taste of Castiel's mouth was addictive as he coaxed his lips against Castiel's; trying to get the angel to open his mouth. He growled again, a harsh guttural sound from his throat, when the angel wasn't having it. As Dean, caressed, kissed, nibbled, he could hear the Castiel's little protest against his lips. His 'Dean stop' or 'Dean, don't' or his personal favorite 'I'm not the one you desire Dean.' Who the fuck did Cas think he was? The only person that Dean wants, more specifically now, was Cas.' And the angel was shutting him down. Not happening.
Dean mumbled a clumsy 'Shut up Cas' against the angel's lips before slipping his tongue into the angel's mouth, slowly encouraging him to do something. But the protest still came, along with Sam's voice in the background saying something that was meaningless and probably stupid. Dean was far too gone and far too busy to pay any attention.
From his brother's cries, Dean knew that a part of him should be shocked. Hell, he would be if he saw Sam kissing on an male angel, but no, the feeling of disgust or repulsion wasn't there. It was only need. Hot carnal need that he wanted from Castiel. He grew frustrated Castiel's lips weren't moving but Dean caught a new fascination. With interest, Dean watched as a bead of water dripped from Castiel's wet hair onto his pale shoulder, then finally running down to his collarbone. Dean made the decision right then and there, not to let the water droplet travel any further. He wanted to taste Castiel's skin.
He darted his tongue out and caught the water droplet into his mouth while licking up Castiel's collarbone that tasted of rain; Dean noted that the angel sucked in a harsh breath, and his protests were no longer there. He smirked against the angel's skin and Dean licked his collarbone and nibbled experimentally, which drew a rewarding cry of "Dean!" His ego, along with other parts swelled with pride before he started leaving nips and sloppy kisses down the man's stomach planning, needing, wanting for more. He felt the angel tremble underneath his touches as he dropped to his knee and his hands roamed openly over Castiel's slimmer body.
When his fingers hooked over the edge of the white motel towel, Dean felt shivers racking up and down Castiel's body as he went to yank the towel away. Or tried to. There was a firm, not pale hand that held the towel on, blocking him from what he wanted. Dean's eyes glared upward and met with Sam's before growling out, "Let it go Sam."
"No."
Before Dean could protest, and/or launch himself at Sam's giant form to curse him for being the ultimate cock-blocker of all time. He felt a light touch of fingers that ran up his throat to cup his chin. The pressure that hooked underneath his jaw made Dean look up. His green eyes met with glowing blue, then his world instantly faded to black.
A/N: Next chapter coming up soon.
