Chapter Seven:- What You'd Never Expect
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Castiel materialized in the bunker, to be met with Dean's anxious expression.
"Well? Did you find Sam?"
The angel came to stand at his side, shoulder grazing Dean's, causing the elder Winchester to take a step back in surprise, although Cass violating the confines of personal space wasn't anything new.
What was new however, was that Castiel followed when Dean took a step back, closing in on him again.
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"I have good news and bad," he answered, ignoring Dean's frown at the intrusion. "The Impala is unharmed, but of Sam there is no sign."
"What the fuck, Cass! Did you search everywhere?" Dean grunted, distancing himself from the angel.
"Only as far as the surrounding states. If you wish me to widen the search, I shall, but I doubt Sam will be further afield."
"Where's the Impala?"
"In the parking lot of a movie theatre in town. Do you wish me to transport you there?"
"No. I'll take one of the other cars. Sorry, dude, but your method of travel sucks," Dean grimaced.
"Then I will accompany you in the vehicle. Perhaps my presence will give you some comfort."
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Dean shrugged his acceptance. Worry for Sam took precedence over everything. If Castiel couldn't help with the search for his brother, then Dean didn't really care what the angel did.
Once he'd looked on Cass as a true friend, but that had been before he'd made some fucked up decisions, the worst of which in Dean's eyes had been the bringing down of Sam's wall.
Although his baby brother seemed to have forgiven Castiel, Dean had never quite been able to.
He'd almost lost Sam when the hellucinations had brought the younger man to the edge of madness and death. His desperation at the time wasn't something Dean would ever forget.
Slipping into one of the bunker's parked cars, he once again drew back in surprise when Castiel slid in close beside him along the front seat.
"Dude, What's with the cosying up. Didn't I warn you about personal space?" Dean bitched.
What he'd once regarded as mildly amusing had now become annoying.
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"I did not mean any harm, Dean. Do humans not touch one another when consolation is necessary? You are worried about Sam, I only wish to have your back."
"You can do that without draping yourself all over me," Dean snorted, directing the car up, out and onto the country road.
"I have seen you and Sam hug. Perhaps a hug right now could be beneficial?"
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While Dean's gaze bordered on the incredulous at the angel's words, Castiel placed a hand on his thigh.
"What's the fuck's going on with you, Cass?" Dean growled, slapping the invasive hand away.
"I have often seen Sam touch various parts of your body," he replied with an air of innocent bewilderment. "I have never seen you object to that."
Dean voiced a string of curses and hit the brakes.
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"Listen. I don't know what's gotten into you, Cass. But there's definitely something going on. You're coming over as creepy, dude.
Let's just lay down a few ground rules, okay. One, keep you distance. Two, no touching and three, what goes on between Sam and me is exclusive to us alone."
"I am sorry if I offended you, Dean. I am sure we will find Sam, but if that should not be the case, then perhaps I may be able to take his place in your affections," the angel said, moving back.
He could easily overpower Dean and bend him to his will, but Castiel didn't want that. He wanted Dean to love him willingly, just as he loved Sam. No, Castiel corrected, instead of loving Sam.
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Dean stared at the being, his incredulity mounting with every word the angel spoke.
Castiel was acting freakily strange.
And what was all that crap about maybe not finding Sam?
Perhaps Castiel didn't know him all that well after all.
Dean would find his brother even if he had to breach the gates of heaven, hell and purgatory combined.
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All of a sudden Dean's stomach fluttered in fear for his brother, and he stared once more at the silent angel.
"What aren't you telling me?" he growled. "You know where Sam is, don't you?"
A frown appeared on Castiel's usually impassive features. "Why do you say that? How would I know where Sam is? "
But Dean knew when he was being lied to. Lying was an integral part of a hunter's lifestyle. Cass was lying to him, the question was why?
"Don't deny it. I can see it in your eyes. Where is he? "
But it seemed that the angel when faced with the truth, couldn't keep to his script and he revealed himself.
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"It doesn't have to be this way, Dean. I already love you as one of my father's wondrous creations, but I have discovered a depth of love for you as a person in your own right too. I... wish for us to be a couple, to be ..lovers."
He moved in closer. "May I kiss you, Dean."
It didn't take long for Dean to put the pieces together, but the picture he came up with was so outlandish as to be unbelievable. Castiel had a part in Sam's disappearance...and all because the angel wanted Dean as a lover!
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Dean pushed back the impulsive words which came to his lips.
He wanted to tell the angel to get his ass out of the car and disappear from his sight forever, or even better, grab a an angel blade and stab him through the neck, but that meant he'd no chance of finding Sam.
Because of the angel's powers, his little brother could be on the moon for all he knew.
He'd have to swallow his rage and play Castiel along until he found out where his sibling was.
tbc
