A New Years Secret, Chapter 3
Late next morning, Cas stumbled into the kitchen, groaning as he poured coffee. Sam and Dean where already there, looking online for a new case. Cas slumped into a chair, and Dean tried hard not to look at him, but eventually gave in.
The ex-angle's hair was on end in a tangled mess, he had bags under his droopy, bloodshot eyes and the scent of beer still lingered on him. Though somehow, he still looked hot as hell, Dean thought. Cas was only wearing his trousers and half buttoned down white shirt, which made Dean's breath catch in his throat.
"Why does alcohol have such bad after-effects? My head feels as though it will explode." Cas groaned, draining his coffee, and reaching for another.
"Well you're not supposed to drink that much of it at once, Cas." Sam sighed. "Here, I'll get you a painkiller for the headache." He got up to go find the medicine. While he was gone, Dean finally worked up the courage to ask.
"So, Cas." Dean suggested, heart beating faster. Cas swallowed his coffee before answering.
"Yes, Dean?"
"How much do you...remember from last night?" Dean asked, slowly turning red.
"Nothing after the first hour." Cas replied. "Why? Did I do something?" Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"No, no. Just...you must have had a hell of a lot to drink." At that moment, Sam returned with two tablets, and tossed them toward Cas.
"Drink up." He said. "We're leaving for Michigan in half an hour."
"Take a right. Then a left. Then keep on straight for-" Dean cut him off, slapping the map out of his hands.
"Shut up, Sammy. I know where we're going."
"Dean, we've never been to this part of Michigan before. At least look at the map." Sam pleaded.
"Sam is right." Cas's gruff voice said from the backseat. "We aren't familiar with this area, and if we get lost-"
"Will you two just be quiet a minute? I'm not stupid, I know where we're going, okay? Stop bothering me." Dean almost yelled, tightening his grip on the wheel.
"Just remember, our phones don't have navigation systems. So please get this right." Sam moaned, and Dean just nodded and turned on the radio.
Two hours later, they had stopped for gas. Cas was inside, looking for snacks, the hangover having died down. Since he became human, he had fallen in love with food (and with a certain hunter). Meanwhile, the Winchester were arguing outside by the Impala.
"For god's sake, Dean. I told you to use the map, I knew we'd get lost. We're miles away from where we should be." Sam snapped, frantically looking through the huge map.
"Well, it's not my fault you bought the most confusing map in the history of maps. Everything is so small. Can you even see where we are on that thing?" Dean answered back, thinking about the werewolf clan they were supposed to be hunting on the other side of the state.
"Yeah, just give me a minute. I'll find it." Sam muttered back. Dean sighed loudly and went inside to find Cas. He spotted him in the chips aisle, staring intently at the multitude of bags.
"You okay, buddy?" Dean asked lightly touching his arm. Cas looked incredibly distressed.
"They don't have you're favourite flavour. Smoky barbeque." He said, looking up at Dean disappointedly.
"Hey, it's fine. I like loads of chips. Let's just get these ones."Dean said, picking up a random bag and tossing it into the basket. Cas's eyes lit up again, and he walked to the next away to the next aisle. Dean deliberately walked behind him (if you know what I mean).
"Here, can't forget Sam's crappy rabbit food." Dean chuckled, tossing a bag of pure lettuce into the basket. Cas smiled, and kept browsing the junk food. That was one other thing Dean adored about human Cas. They shared a love of junk food.
Cas walked up to the energy drinks, and reached up to the top shelf to grab three of them. As he did, his plain white shirt rode up, exposing his toned back, and as he turned, part of his chest too. Dean's mouth literally fell open as he stared at the ex-angels tanned skin. He blushed and turned away when Cas made eye contact again.
Dean had no regrets in making Cas wear some of his old clothes. The suit was starting to smell, and it was far too hot for the trench coat. He put the other man in a plain tee that Dean knew would be tight around the shoulders, and some lightly patterned black shorts.
Still blushing, Dean went to pick out some microwave burgers. Barely ten seconds later, Cas was right behind him, leaning over his shoulder. The hunter could feels Cas's breath on his neck, and he stayed completely still.
"Dean, are you okay?" Cas murmured quietly into Dean's ear. Dean felt his heart beat speed up.
"I- I'm fine, Cas. R-really." He stammered back, his skin heating up where Cas was pressed against him. Cas somehow pressed closer to Dean.
"Are you sure? Because you've seemed nervous all day." He muttered quietly again, this time a worried tone in his deep voice. 'Jesus Christ, does he know what he's doing to me?' Dean thought.
A loud cough came from behind them. Dean whipped around, pulling away from Cas. Cas turned slowly, smiling at Sam.
"So, um..." Sam grinned at Dean, who shot him dagger eyes back. "So I called some other hunters nearby, they're going to deal with the werewolf problem. We're too far away to get there anytime soon."
"So you know where we are now?" Dean asked, looking expectedly at his brother.
"Well...not exactly. Turns out the map is very old. Like from 1997 old." Dean groaned loudly. "Look, we'll just find a motel for tonight, and figure it out from there." Sam said. Dean pulled the basket of food from Cas.
"You guys go wait in the car, I'll get this stuff."
"Okay, see you in a sec." Sam said, turning and leaving the small shop. Cas remained staring at Dean for a few seconds before eventually walking away. Dean sighed with relief as he walked away. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to control himself around the ex-angel.
(to be continued ? )