҉҉҉ Chapter Seven ҉҉҉
Dean woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. It only takes him a moment to realize who's calling, "Shit! Sammy."
Dean shook Castiel lightly, "Cas, man. Wake up. We fell asleep."
Castiel rolled over onto his back and groggily rubbed his eyes.
Dean got up and quickly grabbed his cell phone off of the nightstand. He took two slow, deep breaths before answering the phone, "Hey Sammy," he said as nonchalantly and cluelessly as possible.
Castiel watched from the bed curiously.
"Really, it's that late already," Dean said in faked surprise. "Sorry dude. Me and Cas… uh… we were uh… watching a Dr. Sexy marathon and lost track of time," Dean figured that a lie his brother could mock him about is a lie that he'd be more likely to believe.
Castiel smirked at Dean's lie and it was more than enough of a distraction to cause Dean to lose track of the conversation with his brother.
"Huh?" Dean asked confused, realizing that Sam had asked him a question and was waiting, not so patiently, for a response.
"Yeah… um… tell you what. Why don't we meet up at that diner we stopped at on the way in? It's about lunchtime anyway."
"Great. See you there."
Castiel got up and immediately glared down at the boxers he was wearing. "This body is…uncomfortable," he settled on, looking like he wanted to smite something.
"Yeah, s'what happens when you don't clean up afterwards. Yuck," Dean looked down in the general direction of his cock. "We definitely cannot go meet Sammy this way. Dude we're gonna be sooooo late. Come on. Let's hop back into the shower."
Castiel followed Dean closely as he headed into the bathroom. They quickly stripped and washed up in silence. Dean kept up a litany of horrible scenes in his head. As much as he wanted to be able to really enjoy showering with Cas, they didn't really have time. He totally lost control at Castiel's growl of frustration though.
Dean whipped around to see Castiel staring at his hardening penis like he wanted to smite it. Dean couldn't help it…he laughed…so hard in fact that he doubled over and had to grab onto Castiel's arm to keep from falling over.
Castiel growled again. "I fail to see the humor in this situation."
Dean, of course, only laughed harder, he stopped suddenly though when he heard the phone from the other room. "Shit! Sammy."
Dean grabs both of Castiel's arms and meets his gaze- Dean's sympathetic, Cas' accusing. "Sorry. I wish we had time to take care of this properly, but we're already late…again. Just imagine the worst things you can and it should go away."
Castiel's expression turned to one of puzzlement and he tilted his head.
So freaking cute… I did NOT just think that! Dean shook his head, dispelling the unwanted chick flick moment, trying to take control of his wayward thoughts.
"Bad thoughts Cas… just trust me it'll help." When Castiel still looked confused Dean prompted, "Being tortured… torturing… Sammy naked… Sammy saying yes to Luci…" Then Dean whispers, lowering his eyes, "Future druggie-you all defeated and broken." Then even more quietly, "Me knowingly leading you to your death." Dean bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and let his hands drop limply to his sides. Dean, keeping his eyes down, turned around slowly, taking deep slow breaths.
He felt Castiel's hand touch his shoulder as Castiel gently, but firmly, turned Dean around to face him. "Dean."
Dean didn't look up. He'd failed Cas and Sammy… it didn't matter that it hadn't happened yet.
"Dean," Castiel said again, his voice no longer gentle and coaxing but as serious and forceful as it had been when he had calmly threatened to toss Dean back in hell over a year ago in Bobby's kitchen.
Dean swallowed nervously then raised his gaze to meet Castiel's.
"It was NOT you. Even if Zachariah did not fabricate the entire situation, you prevented that path by reestablishing your connection with Sam. That world will NEVER exist."
"But what if it happens anyway. I killed you Cas!"
"From what you told me of the incident, I find it highly unlikely that my 2014 counterpart was not already aware of the fact that that Dean was leading him to his death," Castiel stated calmly.
"What!"
"I have already died for you once Dean. What makes you think that I would not knowingly do so again?"
Dean was saved from deciding between trying to ignore, or attempting to process, the implications of that when the water suddenly went cold and he let out a manly squeal.
Castiel touched his shoulder and they were out of the shower in the blink of an eye and suddenly the water turned off. Dean heard his cellphone ringing from the other room. "C'mon Cas. Better get out of here quickly or Sammy will have a cow."
"I do not see what Sam acquiring bovine has to do with our making a hasty departure."
Dean laughed and pulled Castiel in for a brief kiss. "It just means he'll be upset," Dean explains. I'll never ever get tired of explaining these things to him. It's totally adorable…I did not just think that!
Dean grabbed their discarded clothes off of the bathroom floor then leaned into the shower stall to grab the rest of their things.
A couple of minutes later they were packed, dressed, and ready to teleport.