I am soooooo sorry for how horrible I am about updating. No excuses. I hope you enjoy this short yet hopefully sweet update. More to come.
Chapter 5: Speak a little louder, dear
He was about two steps into the bathroom when he heard the door slam shut behind him. As he turned, his mouth was caught by chapped lips, hands clinging onto his shirt.
"Cas?" he mumbled, pulling away briefly to be met by bright blue eyes, obviously intent on something.
And Dean had a good idea about what that something was.
The TV marathon had ended after Sam passed out, lasting about three hours. Night had fallen and the house was quiet, the sounds of crickets permeating the walls. Dean had slipped out of Sam's bed, easing the younger man's body into a lying position. Cas on the other hand had had to leave about five minutes into their marathon, having been called to his angel duties. And Dean would be damned before he'd admit that it made him jealous how quickly Cas had flown away. Well maybe.
"Oh now you want to be here," he pulls away completely, approaching the sink and turning on the tap.
Cas rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall, not needing clarification on why Dean was acting this way. It was written all over his face, not to mention his mind which Cas so wasn't peeking into. Maybe.
"Dean…"
Said human interrupted, "Tell me, did you have fun with your angel buddies? You know the ones that were trying to kill you all last year. Did you have tea with Raphael or did he just teabag you?"
He turned to face the angel, arms crossed and facial expression indignant. A smirk formed on his lips at the sight of Cas fighting back his anger.
"Oh, teabag wasn't it? Was it at least enjoyable? I mean-"
Cas was on him in a matter of seconds, hands keeping Dean's face still as he kissed him thoroughly. One hand slid from its place, slipping down Dean's neck and to his shoulder, grasping its mark and squeezing. Dean couldn't help the shocks of pleasure that ran through him, singing every nerve and whiting out his vision. The angel growled at this, biting his bottom lip and sucking it till it was red and puffy.
Cas pulled his mouth away, just barely, panting, "Your jealousy knows no bounds, does it Dean Winchester?"
Dean couldn't help the cocky grin on his face, "You're the one getting off on it."
The angel's answering grin left Dean confused until he felt Cas' other hand, the one not on the mark, cup his erection through his jeans, "I'm not the only one."
Abruptly, Cas backed away, turning and heading to the door. Dean tried to catch his breath, a question forming on his lips. Cas read it, back turned to Dean.
"Its teatime," he turned his head slightly, hand on the doorknob, "If…if I'm not back in a day…"
Worry filled Dean as Cas' words were processed, "Cas, what are you-"
The sound of wings fluttered, the angel obviously deciding that a quick getaway was smarter.
"Son of a bitch," he turned back to the sink, turning off the tap.
Dean spent the day trying to think of anything but Cas. He played about thirty or so rounds of Go Fish with Sam, scoured the paper and online news for any signs of a hunt, even attempted to read a book from Sam's nightstand. Still, nothing could calm the worry he had for the trenchcoated angel. Sam had taken notice to the angel's absence, more than once gesturing towards the pictures of angels depicted in one of Bobby's books. His lips kept making a motion similar to a dog hacking up vomit, obviously trying to form the hard 'c' sound of Cas' name.
Bobby, on the other hand, seemed to know something the rest of them didn't. That didn't sit too well with Dean, who when he wasn't trying to keep busy, was pestering the old man. Like now, a little shy of twenty minutes to midnight, he sat at the table while Bobby put on a fresh pot of coffee.
"Bobby, really," he sighed angrily, "Why the hell keep it from me? What's the point?"
"I have no idea what you're yammering about, boy," came the gruff reply along with an annoyed look, "It's late, get some sleep."
"I'm not sleeping until I know where the hell Cas is."
"And I know where he is!"
Dean stood abruptly, the sound of the chair scraping across the floor startling Sam who sat beside him, "Yes, you do know. I know when you're lying Bobby and this makes no sense. It's not like I can do anything to help him."
"Then what is the point in you knowing?" Bobby took a deep breath to calm himself, fixing Dean with a patient yet warning look, "It'll only worry you more. Get Sam to bed, you're making him anxious."
Sam, although he knew Bobby was right, couldn't help but be offended. He'd thought once he'd proven he wasn't completely lame, they'd stop talking about him like he wasn't there. He glared half heartedly at his surrogate father before turning his scathing gaze to the far wall.
"Bobby, I..." Dean breathed, "I need to know, okay?"
The man's answering gaze was sympathetic, "I promised him, Dean."
Dean threw his hands up, fury reignited, "This whole thing-!"
His tirade was interrupted as a crashing sound from the study echoed throughout the house. All three men met each other's startled gazes before running from the room. As they reached the doorway, the smell of ozone and blood hit them, leaving Sam dry heaving and leaning against the wall. Dean's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Black feathers littered the study floor, some appearing so inky that Dean was sure they were coated in blood. His eyes followed the path of them until he found the source; a quivering naked form in the center on the room.
"Cas."