҉҉҉ Chapter Four ҉҉҉
Sam entered the motel room as loudly as he'd left. Dean and Cas were nowhere to be seen, but Castiel's clothes were still scattered around the room. Oddly Sam didn't notice this. He just figured that Cas must've teleported away when Dean inevitably hurt his feelings. Sam placed the bags from the diner on the table and tossed the keys on the bed. Sam didn't hear running water coming from the bathroom, but he figured that Dean might hide for a while if he was still pissed off or embarrassed, so after waiting only a minute or two Sam pulled his breakfast out of one of the bags and dug in.
As glad as I am that I wasn't here for the scene of the millennium… what I would've given to have been a fly on the wall. Of course who knows if I'd've been safe from the fallout… maybe on the other side of the world watching the scene streaming live would have been safest.
Sam looked up as the bathroom door finally opened and Castiel walked out followed closely by Dean. Fortunately Sam didn't currently have food in his mouth because if he did he most definitely would have choked on it. Sam's jaw dropped as he processed the new information. Cas and Dean just came out of the bathroom together… Cas is only dressed in boxers and a t-shirt… and his hair is wet… and Dean's hair is wet… and they were in there for quite a while by themselves…
Dean can practically hear the wheels spinning in Sammy's head, but before he can even think of something to say, Castiel, angel of the frigging Lord, absolute master of vagueness, the dude that you have to practically drag every single word out of, offers Sammy an explanation, "There was a spider."
"Cas smote it," Dean lied smoothly after a momentary lapse. Huh, I thought Cas didn't buy that baloney... Is he lying? Looking into Castiel's eyes, Dean immediately reads that Castiel is aware of the lie. Yep. Definitely lying. I taught an angel to lie... I am so going back to hell.
Dean watches Sam for a reaction. Dean can tell just by looking at Castiel that he's lying. But Sam gives no indication of suspicion and then Dean's thinking that Sammy must not be quite as smart as he's supposed to be because he's clearly buying this load of shit that he and Cas are shoveling.
Looking at the bags on the table, Dean opens his mouth and Sam, assuming that he was going to ask about the pie, was all prepared to give a version of his usual 'when have I ever forgotten the pie' but was so completely stumped when Dean didn't ask about the pie that Dean's actual question did not register.
"Dude, when-… I'm sorry – what?"
"Did you get something for Cas?" Sam was so floored by this question that even his demon-blood enhanced mega-brain was not able to formulate an answer. "Never mind," Dean went on, "if you didn't then Cas can just share mine." Dean said this calmly, like sharing food was an everyday occurrence for him and Sam was back to being bewildered.
There were only just the two chairs and Sam was already sitting in one of them so Dean grabbed the rest of the food, placed it on the empty chair, positioning it between the bed and the table where Sam was sitting. Dean sat down on the bed carefully and patted it with his right hand, "Here Cas. Let's eat."
Dean pulled out the food and split everything equally. Eying the spoon and fork, Dean decided that Cas would probably have more luck with the spoon, and took the fork and dug in.
Castiel sat down next to Dean, like right next to him, leaving absolutely no space between them.
Sam watched in disbelief as Dean continued to eat without making Castiel move over, only briefly pausing to instruct Cas to go ahead and 'eat up' before it got cold.
Fingering a bottle of holy water in his pocket, Sam considered possible explanations for Dean's bizarre behavior. Demon or angel possession, shape shifter, ghoul, Dean having actually grown up and as an adult is no longer a jerk (Sammy immediately crosses this possibility off of his mental list as being a little too supernatural, even for their lives), some weird personality-altering disease, mental illness…
"Sammy," Dean says forcefully, catching his attention. "What the hell's wrong with your face? You look like your trying to pass gas."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
The two brothers grinned at each other and Sam took his hand out of his pocket and went back to eating breakfast, all suspicion forgotten.
It wasn't long before Dean was pulling out the pie. "Sammy, you wanna slice."
"No, thanks. I want to head over to the library and drop off these books before we hit the road."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Cas has a case for us so Cincinnati will have to wait."
"That's fine. Cincinnati was a long shot anyway. I'll rush over to the library and be right back."
Castiel tore his eyes away from Dean's face and met Sam's eyes, "Perhaps you should look for information on the Sword of Baal while you are there. I was only able to find limited information on it. There is no library in Madison and as far as I could tell there is no place to facilitate the use of your computer. I had to use my powers to get the cellular phone to work."
"No internet connection…bummer," Sam said looking like someone had killed his puppy. "I'll dig up everything that I can find on it. Why don't you guys come pick me up in two hours?"
"Dude, just take the car. Cas'll mojo us and our stuff over to the car in about two hours. Give you more time to research."
Castiel looked at Dean quizzically. The last time he had tried to teleport Dean, and Dean had seen it coming, he'd stopped Castiel rather forcefully…something about bodily functions being impaired.
Castiel didn't even notice Sam take the keys off the table and leave. He was staring at Dean too intently to notice.
"Here Cas," Dean interrupted his thoughts, "apple pie. You'll love it." When Castiel didn't immediately take the small paper plate from him, Dean prompted, "Trust me."
"Of course I trust you Dean." Castiel took the pie from Dean and rested it on the chair in front of him.
Dean didn't cut himself a piece right away. He wanted to make sure that Castiel actually liked the pie. As much as Dean cannot imagine anyone not liking pie, he doesn't want to force Castiel to eat anything he doesn't like.
Dean watched closely as Cas scooped up a small piece of pie with his spoon and squirmed as, eyes closed, Castiel opened his mouth and closed his lips around the spoon before pulling it slowly out. Sammy naked... Wincest... Fuck! Castiel's making noises that should be illegal. Alastair… Hell… Dude is definitely enjoying the pie. But if he doesn't stop moaning and making that completely blissed out face I'm going to come in my pants. Dean squirmed as his growing erection pressed painfully against his jean's zipper. Chuck watching what's happening to me right now… Chuck reading my dirty blasphemous thoughts… Well that didn't help at all, Dean thought to himself as images of Cas naked, writhing beneath him flew through his head. I am so going back to hell…
Dean bit his lip… hard enough to draw blood. Castiel opened his eyes at Dean's grunt of pain, catching Dean staring at his mouth.
"Dean," Castiel's voice cracked. Eyes fixating on the blood on Dean's bottom lip, Castiel reached forward with his right hand and lightly touched his fingers to Dean's lips.
"C-Cas?"
"You injured yourself," Castiel said softly, gruffly.
Dean's lips tingled where Cas was touching them. Without conscious thought, Dean slowly leaned closer into Castiel. He tore his eyes from Castiel's lips, searching Cas' blue eyes. Cas looked scared, but it was nowhere near the terrified look he had gotten when Dean had taken him to a 'den of iniquity' and there was something else there. A hunger... A yearning... Dean swallowed nervously… could it be that Castiel also felt desire… a desire for Dean.
Dean moved slowly, giving Castiel all the time in the world to pull away, to smite him, to mojo himself away. He turned himself more fully towards Cas and reached up, one hand grabbing the front of the t-shirt and the other travelling slowly up Castiel's back before threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of Castiel's neck. Tugging gently, Dean pulled Castiel into a slow, tentative kiss.
Pulling back slowly, Dean again met Cas' eyes, but this time he was surprised to see fiery passion blazing in them.
"Cas?"
Castiel just looked at him. Unmoving. Eyes unwavering.
"If we- If I- Will this cause you to fall?"
"A kiss?" Castiel asked confused.
"You can fall from a kiss!" Dean immediately panicked.
Castiel snorted, "Not hardly."
At Dean's look of disbelief, he continued, "Dean I rebelled. I gave up everything for you and you think that a kiss will be what causes me to fall?" Castiel's disbelief poured out through his tone.
"You mean- but doesn't Go- Isn't this a sin?"
"Kissing?" Castiel asked again, and Dean could swear that Cas was teasing him for sure this time.
Dean growled at Castiel's pretended innocence. Not that Cas isn't more innocent then most but damn. He's going to make me say it…isn't he? Goddamn freaking angel. Dean squirmed under Cas' direct gaze.
"If we…uh- If you…" Dean glared at Cas, willing him to break down and answer Dean's unspoken question before thinking fuck it and crashing his lips into Castiel's once again. Dude can freaking stop me if he doesn't want this, Dean thought before Castiel tentatively slid his tongue into Dean's mouth and all semblance of thought became all but impossible.
Castiel tugged on Dean's shirt, pulling him even closer. Falling back onto the motel bed together, they couldn't seem to get close enough.
Dean caressed Castiel's neck while gently gliding his left hand up and down Castiel's side.
Their kisses varied, at times frantic and hurried then slow and exploratory then gentle and passionate. All the while, they clutched at each other, desperately trying to get as close as possible. Dean pushed his left leg between Castiel's thighs, rubbing it against Castiel's erection, causing Cas to break away from their kiss, passionately moaning Dean's name.
Castiel gazed into Dean's eyes, his own eyes wide and glazed over with passion. "Dean," he gasped shakily as he rubbed himself against Dean's thigh.
"Cas…Christ."
"Don't blasphemy," Cas growled before smashing his lips into Dean's.