Time moved in slow motion; Dean bent over looking in the mirror seeing Cas standing with his head cocked slightly to the side, staring at Dean's satin and lace clad ass. Everything sped up as Dean stood up and turned towards the angel.
"What the hell areyou doing here, Cas?!" Dean's voice quiet yet furious.
There was that odd almost smirk on Castiel's face as he answered, "I wanted to inform you of what Bobby found on the goddess Isis. Did I come at a bad time?"
He was so genuine in his naïveté that it threw Dean off his game. "Does this look like a good time?" his voice thick with sarcasm.
"By your lack of clothing, I assume not," his blue eyes penetrating Dean's shields. He felt a blush cover his cheeks (why the hell was he blushing?), noticing how close Cas was standing. The confidence Dean had felt was slowly draining away in the presence of someone else, especially Castiel... feeling very exposed.
"Cas... I need to get dressed."
"Of course. I'll wait," the dark-haired angel said while awkwardly sitting on the built in bench.
"That's not what I- you know what, never mind," Dean grabbed all of his possessions. "Just zap me back to the motel."
The angel stood from the bench, already extremely close to Dean, yet stepped closer until their chests were nearly touching. Castiel's breathing was calm and even, while Dean's was becoming erratic and shallow; his heartbeat fluttering wildly in his chest. With a tilt of his head, Cas observed the increase in Dean's heart rate. In slight hesitation, brought his fingertips to Dean's forehead.
There was the familiar feeling of weightlessness as the angel's power transported Dean from place to place. He could hear or feel nothing for a brief moment, his limbs feeling like they stretched like a rubber band. When reached the ground, smashing into it like a bag of bricks. For several seconds, his bones felt like jelly until he felt his body become solid again. A wall of sounds flooded Dean's senses as he surveyed his surroundings. The familiar motel, two beds, now made and turned down, the solitary table and two chairs across the room, burgundy carpet (scratchy on his feet compared to the carpet in the dressing room),and the usual items one would find in a motel. The only unusual things were the angel and the cursed man, standing awkwardly in front of each other with Cas still touching Dean's freckled forehead.
Looking down, Dean gathered an armful of clothes and took them into the bathroom, talking loudly through the door. "You said you got news on Isis?" He held up a pair of black pants in front of him, realizing he'd bought skinny jeans without noticing. "Ah crap," the man mumbled as he shimmied the tight jeans over his feminine legs and hips, feeling quite restricted. He awkwardly readjusted his breasts in the dark purple bra, unsure of how it was supposed to feel, though all of it was unnatural. Dean couldn't help but feel how soft the grey t-shirt was before he put it on, fitting nicely to his gentle curves. With a green and blue plaid shirt in hand, he stepped out to see Castiel standing in the exact same spot.
"Yes. It seems that there is a way to summon her, but the ritual is dependent on the waxing and the waning of the moon."
Dean slipped on the plaid shirt, rolling the sleeves to his elbows in a few quick motions. "Meaning?" he walked past the angel and plopped down on the bed, his hands behind his head.
"It could be some time before we can perform the ritual. Bobby was still translating when I left," Cas turning around towards the beds, looking down at Dean's lying figure.
"So it could be a few weeks?" asked the green eyed man, trying his best to keep his voice calm but failing miserably. A thought suddenly hit Dean. "Hey wait," he sat up quickly, "can't you just use your holy powers or whatever to zap me back to normal?" His voice was hopeful, like a child on Christmas Eve.
"I could attempt to, but I doubt it would result in anything," Cas walked to the bed and sat on the edge next to Dean.
"Could you at least sound hopeful?" the light haired man asked with an edge to his voice.
"Oh, right. I'm sure... I can fix... this in no... time," the angel's words coming out oddly spaced and awkward.
"Actually, forget it. That's creepier than the surly robot bit," containing a laugh at how unfortunately awkward Castiel was.
"You may want to lie back."
"Why? Is it gonna hurt?" Dean asked, suddenly worried. He listened, though, rigidly lying back on the pillow.
Cas's voice deep as always, "I'm unsure. It could possibly be very excruciating. Try to relax."
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Dean's tone layered thick with sarcasm as he squeezed his eyes shut. Castiel placed two fingertips on his charge's forehead and watched Dean's scrunched face relax. A soft electric current was coursing through Dean's body, leaving a warming sensation right behind it; going back and forth from the electric tingling to the spreading warmth. After a few minutes, Dean was completely relaxed, borderline falling asleep. The good feelings slowly receded back up into his forehead as Cas took his hand away, leaving Dean somewhat disappointed.
"I apologize, Dean. I was unable to lift your curse. Isis must have anticipated an outside source interfering. However, I was able to read the mark she left on you and confirm it was indeed Isis," the angel's voice sounding truly regretful.
"No big deal, so I guess we just have to wait for Bobby?" Dean asked, still feeling peaceful.
"It would appear so. He told me to leave because he couldn't work with me 'lurking over him.' Then he said he would call when he was finished. So I suppose all we can do is wait."
Dean let out a small laugh at the lurking comment, hearing it in Bobby's voice. The angel looked down at him and smiled back at Dean, although he was unsure of what caused him to smile. "We could go see... what was her name? Draves... Amanda Draves, that's right. Maybe she knows the ritual."
"She's not in town anymore, I already searched for her when Sam told me what happened," the smile fading to a neutral line as he spoke.
"Wait!" With a shout, Dean sat up, "You're telling me she skipped town?"
After a long pause, Castiel answered, "...Yes."
"That means Isis had to have warned her, right? She's hiding something. We've got to find her right now. First, you gotta pop Sam and Baby back here," his voice becoming fast.
"I think you should rest until morning. You will do no good when you're exhausted," Cas looked out at the half open curtains on the lone window, seeing the darkened sky outside then back to Dean.
"What're you talking about? I'm wide aw-" the angel gently touched Dean's forehead, putting him immediately to sleep. Cas laid Dean back onto the pillow instead of letting him flop down carelessly.
••••••
The little grey room was cramped with a matching grey desk and chairs, the wall lined with filing cabinets. Sam sat in a little chair, almost too small to hold his giant moose body. His legs were cramped uncomfortably against the metal desk and he would give anything to strangle his older brother at that moment. "I told you, that girl is my older sister," Sam said rolling his eyes as the mall security officer sitting at the other side of the desk.
"I don't see a resemblance," the man said with a laugh. "But if she is, mind explaining how she shoplifted over ten items from Victoria Secret?"
Sam leaned back in the chair, "What, seriously? Damn it, Dean."
"Dean?" the man's eyebrows raised.
"Deanna," Sam corrected with a frown, waiting for the man's coffee to kick in and leave Sam able to escape. On qui, the security officer stood from his chair and stretched.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere, Mr. Greyson," unaware Sam had given an alias. He bustled out the room and shut the door behind him.
Cas was next to Sam in no time, "Dean sent me," touching Sam and abruptly zapping him to the motel. It took a moment for Sam to realize what had just happened, looking around the room. He settled his gaze on the sleeping form of his brother, becoming angry at the sight of him. Before he could yell at him, Castiel stopped him.
"He's sleeping," Cas stated matter-of-factually.
"I see that," Sam said as if talking to a child. "I don't care. I was stuck waiting for some guy to go to the bathroom after four cups of coffee."
"You should express your anger when Dean is awake. It may not be obvious, but Dean's body is in shock. I didn't realize it until he asked me to make him male," the angel explained.
"So you're saying he just needs rest?" the younger brother asked, sitting on his own bed.
"If only it was that simple. Your brother has undergone a drastic change in a single day. The hormones in his body are fighting with each other and the curse is very slowly feeding off his energy in order to keep his body female. Long enough exposure to this curse could cause permanent damage, besides the gender change," Cas broke eye contact from Sam and looked over to Dean's sleeping form. He looked peaceful, his hair spread out over the pillow, snoring quietly on his side. As if knowing he was being watched, he rolled over to face the wall and clutched the blanket Castiel had placed on him before he had left for Sam.
The younger brother looked over to Dean, too then back to the angel. "Could this...?"
"Kill him?" Cas finished Sam's question. "Potentially, if left unattended. For now, Dean must rest to keep any damage at bay."
"Does he know?" Sam's voice full of worry, all traces of anger vanished immediately as he kept looking over to his brother.
The angel sighed deeply, "Not yet. I'm... not sure how I would tell Dean." Sam noticed Cas's voice was almost human in his inability to know what to do.
Brushing his hair behind his ears, Sam looked back and forth between Cas and Dean, the fear of losing his brother setting in. "We'll find her and when we do, I'm going to kill her," his voice low and intimidating.
{Chapter End}