Wednesday had rolled around quickly, Castiel almost thought he had lost time when he looked at his watch that night and it seemed to be already 8pm. His day off with hectic to say the least. He had called the WBC law firm earlier that morning as requested a lawyer for Gabriel. When he told the woman on the line that money wasn't an issue they had assigned someone immediately to him, his name was Samuel Winchester. And he didn't sound much older than him or Gabe. But right away from talking to the man over the phone he knew Samuel knew what he was doing. Castiel had to explain a little of the back story so he would know what he needed from Gabriel and told Castiel he would meet with him in a few hours.
That was at 10 am this morning, now it was 8:12pm and Castiel hadn't done a damned thing all day. He just sat there and stared through the glass table in their dining room. He knew what tonight was, and he had dreaded going back over to Michael's church. He didn't want to chance running into Alastair again all alone this time but, he knew he had to do something important. He had to face his brother and own up to his mistakes.
"Hello Michael." Castiel spoke solemnly and came up to Michael in the church parking lot and hugged his brother tightly.
"Hey Castiel, what are you doing here so late?" Michael asked and hugged his brother back with enthusiasm.
He couldn't lie to his brother anymore; his best friend was being held for assault because of him. And he knew that it was his fault. Accidents don't accidentally happen, not to Castiel, this was God punishing him in some strange way for his lies. "I need to do confession. Do you mind?"
Michael looked at Castiel for a moment, "Sure, yeah of course. Are you alright?"
Castiel nodded lightly to his brother, "I will be."
~0~
"Well Castiel," Michael said on the other side of the confessionals. "What brings you here? It hasn't been 3 days yet."
Castiel was quite as he looked down at his hands, "I've lied a lot recently."
"What did you lie about, Castiel?"
"I pretended to be you, to talk to this man, Dean, last time I was here." Nothing came from the other side of the confessionals. "I lied to him saying I was you because I wanted to know the man. I thought he was incredibly handsome, and something inside of me just told me to lie, to keep him close to me. He came right up to me and called me Father Novak, how could I refuse? I also lied in confessionals, last time I was here, saying that I hadn't lied." Castiel took a moment to chuckle. "Which just made a larger lie. I also lied to Father Murphy; I saying I knew Dean previously so he wouldn't ask too many questions."
"Castiel, I've been with you almost every day of your life growing up." Castiel knew exactly where he was going with this speech. "And you remember what I told you over and over growing up, right?"
"Yes," Castiel sighed. " 'If it isn't true, don't say it. If you say a false truth then you no longer can be trusted and, I will no longer trust you.' "
"And?" Michael spoke in a condescending tone. "Do you want to lose my trust?"
"No."
"Then you have to tell this man the truth." There was a long pause between the two, "Is there something else?"
"Yes."
"Well, what is it Castiel?"
Castiel pulled his knees into his chest as he sat on the hard confessional bench. "I masturbated to him in the gym showers yesterday before work."
"You what?" He had never caught Michael completely off guard by what he had said in his entire life. It felt odd but, it tasted like victory. With Michael being a priest, his brother had heard almost every sin there is out there to be heard. But in the moment after, it stung; like a large needle just jabbed into his stomach and injected poison into his soul.
"You heard me correctly. Masturbated. To Dean. In the gym showers." He said slowly.
You could practically hear Michael as he reeled back in shock from his brother. They sat there in relative silence; Castiel's leg was shook violently against the old boards below his feet. "I'm not even sure where to start with that."
"Just be honest and give me that hardest blow first."
"Well, no offense intended, but from what I've learned as a priest, I can almost guarantee that at this moment you'd go to hell if you died."
"Well I better not die then." Castiel joked.
"Yeah," Michael quipped lightly with Castiel. "Is that all?"
"I think so."
"Good, as your brother I'm not going to force my religion on you concerning the homosexual act you committed yesterday. But I will talk to you as your brother right now. If you don't tell him the truth I will. And I won't be as nice as I normally am."
Castiel busted out laughing at the threat. "Okay, okay you've made your point. I'll tell him the truth eventua-."
"No," Michael cut him off. "The very next time you see this man you will tell him."
The younger brother nodded silently, "Okay, Michael. Thank you." Castiel made his way up from the confessional and stood outside the wooden box as Michael got out. "Michael, if I plan to keep my promise to you I need to ask you for two favors."
Michael gave him a questioning glare, "What do you want now?" His old brother's familiar personality finally coming out.
"I need you to give the man that will come in here tonight my number." Michael rolled his head back and sighed, it was only a matter of time before Michael's real attitude reached the surface. Even though Michael was a priest he was still Castiel's brother, and when Michael wasn't on the job it looked as if he had a huge 'bitch, please' sign painted on his face. "And I need you to not say who you are directly. You can say anything to him besides 'Father Novak', okay? Do we have a deal?"
"Not yet, brother. I need something from you in return." Castiel shifted a bit worried at the request. "I want you to attend morning mass every day until you've told this man. That means I want your butt in that first pew right in front of my podium at 4:45am. No if, ands, or butts. I don't care if your job doesn't end until 2 or 3 am if you aren't here then I will no longer keep your favor."
Castiel sighed and thought about the deal that would mean he would be at mass in 3 hours from now. How on Earth would he be expected to hold this promise? "Deal." Michael held out his hand and they shook on it. "He said he would be coming around 2:30-ish tonight to talk with me again. Can you just tell him I was unable to stay that late here anymore? It's actually the truth. I had a run in with Alastair last time."
Michael covered his mouth in shock and blinked away his surprise. "What did you do?"
"I froze. If it wasn't for Gabe I would have probably been raped again. He saved me."
"Why isn't he here?" Michael questioned and looked over the pews.
"He's being held for assault against Alastair. He was trying to protect me. But it's my fault, if I hadn't lied in confessionals I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with Alastair and Gabriel would still be here."
"Don't beat yourself up. I'll walk you out to your car to be sure you're safe, and I'll be sure to give this…Dean?" Castiel nodded. "Your number."
"Thank you, Michael."
~0~
Dean sat in the church quietly staring at the pattern of wood on the pew in front of him. He never heard the priest come up beside him. "Excuse me." Michael stood at the end of the pew and looked at Dean with a slight tilt in his neck. "Are you Dean?"
"Y-yes. I am." He cleared his throat. "And you are…"
"Father Michael," It was odd, he had never heard his first name with his title before. "I am the main priest here. And Castiel told me to give this to you." Michael smiled and handed him a small piece of paper to Dean. "Regrettably, he will be unable to make it to the night services for a while. There have been a few security problems as of late."
Dean looked to the paper, it was a number written down in incredibly neat hand writing. "What's this?" He asked softly, his eyes never leaving the paper.
"That would be Castiel Novak's number."
His number?! In his hands he held the ten digit combination that would allow him to reach Cas any moment of the day. "Oh." He replied trying not to sound as eager as he felt. "So he won't be here tonight?" Dean actually wished to hear Castiel's voice again.
"I'm afraid not, but is there anything I can do to help you? It looks like you have something troubling on your mind." Michael offered.
"No, I'm good. Thank you, Father." Dean said as he got out of the pew and headed out of the church.
"You have a good night Dean. Get home safely." Michael called after him.
Dean stepped out in the bleak weather of northern Seattle; he popped the collar to his leather jacket and tried to make himself as small as he could within his jacket. The weather here had taken a turn for the worse in the past couple hours and now the wind whipped and thrashed against anything that stood in its way. It had become truly worrisome.
Dean made his way back to his Impala within a few minutes, since he had to park her a couple blocks down from the church. He got into the car he slung his coat off and shivered for a moment as the car's heater started to kick in. He grabbed phone out of his pants pocket he held the small paper in his hand. Quickly he put Cas's number into his phone before the little paper would somehow disappear from his hold.
Dean stared at the ten digit number on his screen and smiled softly bit his lip. Without a second thought he sent a quick text to Cas and tossed his phone on the seat next to him.
~0~
Stretched out across his silk sheets, Castiel moaned into his pillow as his phone pinged loudly on the nightstand. He reached blindly over to his phone and looked at through his sleepy lids. It was a new text.
From: 425-555-1979
Time: 2:44am THUR 1-31-13
Hey Cas, what are you up to?
Confused and a bit nervous Castiel typed back a quick reply. 'Who is this? ~Castiel'
A few moments later another short text pinged into his phone.
From: 425-555-1979
Time: 2:51am THUR 1-31-13
It's Dean. Sorry I should have written that as well.
Castiel's face flushed as he read over the second word about 20 times before he sat up straight in his bed and immediately saved the contact. 'I'm good. I was just sleeping. ~Castiel' He texted back.
From: Dean
Time: 2:54am THUR 1-31-13
Sorry man. I didn't mean to wake you. Why are you getting up to early?
'I have to go to mass. Plus I'm usually going to bead about this time of night anyways so it's no big deal. ~Castiel'
From: Dean
Time: 3:01am THUR 1-31-13
Oh well! The reason I'm texting you so late is because I was wondering if you'd be able to meet up some time this week. Maybe Friday? :)
What the hell did that smiley face mean?! 'I'm sorry I have to work late on the weekends. ~Castiel'
From: Dean
Time: 3:08am THUR 1-31-13
Then maybe I could meet you at the church?
Crap. 'I won't be at the church. I'll be at a different job. ~Castiel'
From: Dean
Time: 3:13am THUR 1-31-13
Oh okay. Well if you get any free time I'd really like to talk with you. I have something to tell you.
'You can tell me now. ~Castiel' Might as well get a shower since it would be useless to go back to sleep. Castiel thought as he got out of his bed and walked to the bathroom.
~0~
Dean bit his lower lip as he sat in his driveway and texted Cas. How could he word this without sounding too pleased? 'My gf broke up with me. And I moved out of the house we shared into that neighborhood I was telling you about last time.'
Dean sat in his car for a few minutes and stared down at the phone. Cas hadn't replied as quickly as he would have hoped, in fact it had been ten minutes before he even realized he had been in a trance. Dean looked out the window to his new home, little rain droplets ran down the windshield and fell off the car's hood quickly. The storm had died down a bit since he left the church, at this point it was just a violent sprinkle.
Pocketing the phone Dean got out of his baby and pulled a few more bags from the trunk and over his shoulder. Within the week he planned to have the old house cleaned out and ready to sell as soon as possible. Dean placed the bags in his living room and walked to the kitchen. Pulled out a beer and took a quick swig as the phone made a muffled ping in his pocket.
From: Cas
Time: 3:35am THUR 1-31-13
I apologize for the wait, I just took a shower. I'm sorry to hear that. Are you okay? ~Castiel
Dean's cock twitched at the thought of Cas in the gym's shower again moaning and writhing against the th- no no no. This is not going to happen. He thought and tried to think of dead kittens and infected scabs. It worked amazingly well. 'I think I'm going to be okay. A hug won't hurt.'
As Dean sent the text off to Cas he thought for a moment about what he just wrote and quickly scrolled back to reread the text. Why did I write that?!
From: Cas
Time: 3:41am THUR 1-31-13
That's reassuring to hear and I'd give you a hug if you needed it. :)
What the hell does that smiley face mean?!
~0~
After mass Castiel walked out of the church and yawned widely. He made his way back to Gabriel's car slowly wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. His brother had decided to be a dick this morning, as usual, and preformed the mass in Latin. Which took twice as long and having no pew in front of him he couldn't play on his phone. Castiel wanted to be shot so bad about half way through he actually began to pray for Michael to speed up his Latin.
Castiel looked to his phone to check the time. I was supposed to be meeting with Mr. Winchester about Gabriel's case at 7am over at the county jail Gabriel had been moved to. He didn't want to be late, but he knew he was going to be. Checking his texts while he had his phone out, there was one from Dean and another from Lucifer.
From: Dean
Time: 6:02am THUR 1-31-13
No, I told him he had a fork in his shoulder though. The man wouldn't believe me, so he just walked away with the fork in his shoulder.
Castiel nearly doubled over in laughter as he lend against the church's bricks for support and typed a quick message back. 'lol He should have taken the spoon huh? ~Castiel'
From: Luci -_-
Time: 6:31am THUR 1-31-13
Hey Cassie good news. I know U have 2nite off & w/ UR legs all fucked up I got U a new line up 4 Friday night. Say hello 2 Castielle! *kisses*
"Who the hell is Castielle?" Castiel mumbled to himself.
~0~
"Hello, I'm Mr. Winchester. I'm your friend's lawyer you must be Castiel Novak." Castiel shook hands with Samuel and sat in the chair next to Gabriel. "You're the younger brother of Father Novak right? He's an amazing man and speaks of you very highly. But that's not why we're here is it?" Samuel sighed and pulled out a few papers. "To be honest from what the plaintiff has as evidence, it isn't looking good for you Mr. Speight. The only evidence that they have is the parking garage's security camera and the obvious 9 inch cut across his stomach that matches the consistence of what your knife would cut skin like. And maybe if the camera had been a better quality we could have swung the evidence in our favor."
Samuel placed the pictures of the security camera in front of the two men. There were only four pictures in total. The first were the backs of Castiel and Gabriel in the top left corner as they walked away. The second was the pair in the FAR top left corner with Alastair walking up behind. The third was of Gabriel lashing out his knife towards Alastair. And the last one was Alastair doubled over walking away.
"This is it?" Castiel's mouth never closed as he spoke in pure shock.
"I'm afraid so. The parking garage didn't have a video camera; it only took a picture every 15 seconds. Now the only thing we have now to help Gabriel is your word as a witness. You'd have to take the stand and tell the judge what happened." Samuel's words hurt because he knew what the lawyer really meant. He was going to have to talk about the Halloween party in front of at least 15 complete strangers in the courtroom.
Castiel nodded with a slow jerk in his neck trying to force himself to help his best friend. Gabe rubbed Castiel's back softly with a cuffed wrist, "Thank you for doing this, Cassie." He did the jerky nod again. He didn't know how he was going to do it; he had never said what had happened out loud to anyone. Not even Gabriel knew how deeply it affected him.
