AN: So it's been a few weeks. I am so sorry, I just got busy and then had zero motivation and yeah. I did write another story though, called An Angle of the Lord. It kinda sucks but if you wanna check that out please do!

EDIT: CHAPTER IS NOW BETA'D BECAUSE SHE GOT INTERNET AGAIN SO THIS IS THE NOW EDITED CHAPTER. I ALSO HAVE A FEW MORE STORIES SHOULD YOU WISH TO TAKE A LOOK.

Also, HUGE apology to ValorieDevore. If you are reading this, this is your chapter, and it kind of sucks as a result of my horrible writing. I've tried to make it awesome but I did not do your story justice. Feel free to hate me.

I am going to try and update more frequently! I need reviews for motivation!

Auttzthoughtz – That makes me very happy thank you so much :D and I am so sorry it took me this long!

FireChildSlytherin5 – I don't know why I put that in there but I did and I am relieved that you found it funny :L

Guest who requested alpha/omega chapter – possibly. I don't know how smutty I'm comfortable with going, and I feel like if I included an alpha/omega chapter it would involve smut and I want to just write and see how it goes. So a solid 'ummm idk' in response sorry

Darkbloddynightmare38 – I know, sorry! Might throw them in one at a random interval just to freak them out. And yeah, definitely going somewhere with the lights thing. I decided to have side Sabriel-being-BAMF on the side because I don't want to piggyback off other writers for plotlines ^_^

Again, sorry for the terrible quality, look at my other fic (and more that I am possibly going to write alongside this), and PLEASE REVIEW AND FAVOURITE/FOLLOW BECAUSE IT MAKES ME HAPPY WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT AND I WILL UPDATE SOONER.

This chapter is dedicated to ValorieDevore, whose amazing story Waffles, Soap Wings, Turtle Wax, and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches I have butchered. Please read the real thing and don't judge it based on this.


Chapter 8 – Waffles, Soap Wings, Turtle Wax, and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

Heat. Not the Hell kind, because God knows Dean had had enough of Hell (literally), but summer heat. That was all Dean was really aware of until he heard a familiar voice.

"Morning Dean," NotSam said entering the room. Dean let out a huge mental sigh as he paid attention to what other Dean was doing, which happen to be preparing…to wash his car. Wait, this was awesome! Nothing could get between him and his Baby. He zoned out as other Dean conversed with NotSam, trying to convince him to help with car-washing. NotSam was smart to refuse; Dean knew that if Sam screwed anything up concerning his car, Dean would kill him. Maybe not literally, but he couldn't help agreeing with NotSam as he pointed out Dean's perfectionist tendencies when it came to the Impala. Tuning back in, he noted Cas-but-not-my-Cas walking in.

Dammit. NotSam is gonna make him help me, isn't he? Wet T-Shirt competition, here we come.

Sure enough, NotSam volunteered Cas-but-not-my-Cas as assistant car washer, and after Other Dean felt a weird swoop in his stomach that had absolutely nothing to do with the way Cas smiled at him at all. Dean, hearing Other Dean think this, smirked to himself. He knew exactly what Other Dean was feeling and that it had everything to do with the way Cas-but-not-my-Cas' smile finally reached his eyes, which Dean was not going to wax lyrical about despite all temptation.

Stupid attractive angels, he grumbled to himself. Okay, so he was sort of attracted to Cas, a lot. So? It wasn't like Cas felt the same and even if he did, Dean knew Cas deserved far better than him. A broken, alcoholic dick who pushed away everyone who cared for him. Don't start thinking about it, he told himself. Focus on what "you're" doing right now. Focus on Baby.

It was just his luck he supposed, to start paying attention to Other Dean's surroundings just as Cas-but-not-my-Cas walked back outside after changing out of his trench coat. He wore one of Sam's old white undershirts which was ridiculously oversized on him. It did have the advantage of showing off how lean and muscular he actually was though. Dammit stop checking out Cas! Dean and Other Dean thought simultaneously.

Other Dean taught Cas-but-not-my-Cas how much soap to use and how to wash his most prized possession saying, "Now Cas, this is how we wash the Impala. First, you have to change the hose-head to the setting called a you rinse all the dirt and dust off the car," and choosing not to comment on Cas-but-not-my-Cas' choice in wearing his usual dress shoes to wash a car in.

There was a pause.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"How do I change the setting on the hose head?"

Other Dean stopped stirring and looked at a very confused and apologetic Cas-but-not-my-Cas.

"You turn it."

Cas-but-not-my-Cas turned the hose in his hands towards Other Dean, who suppressed a laugh.

While Other Dean explained that no, that wasn't what he meant at all, Dean just watched from inside his head.

Damn, he's adorable like this.

WAIT. NO.

I DID NOT JUST THINK CAS WAS 'adorable'.

I mean sure, I'd fuck him senseless. I'd kiss that stupid, adorable face all the way into next week if I could – NOOOO, we just need to get the Hell out of here. NOW!

He started paying attention again just as Cas-but-not-my-Cas managed to spray himself in the face with the hose, dropping it in shock and managing to get everything within a 10ft radius soaked, including himself and Other Dean.

Well, shit, thought Dean, trying so damn hard not to pay attention to Cas-but-not-my-Cas' soaked form through Other Dean's eyes. This whole voyeurism thing just got so much worse.

"I was going to say you might want to face it away from you but not bad. Now for the rest of the car," other Dean said standing up. At least HE'S managing to think with his upstairs brain Dean, he thought to himself snarkily. For a moment, he was glad he wasn't in control of the body, because NotSam chose that moment to walk outside.

"Everything alright out here? I heard screaming and choking. Did Cas do something wrong?" NotSam asked.

Does he really think that Cas 'doing something wrong'' would end with him screaming and choking? Am I that bad? Dean asked himself.

Other Dean appeared to be thinking along the same lines, because all he did was shout, "Go back to making your waffles Samantha!"

And – Thank God – NotSam did exactly that.


Now, they were drying the car.

Good. I can focus on this. Car. Impala. Baby. Driving the Impala.

With Cas in the backseat.

Cas.

Backseat.

CasintheImpalanakedscreamingmy – NO.

Other things.

Wait. Is he making wings with the soap?

"Look, Dean, soap wings," Cas-but-not-my-Cas said innocently.

I am so fucked.

Next thing he knew Other Dean was spraying Cas with the hose, laughing.

Meanwhile, Dean was mentally screaming at his alternate universes self, asking him why the fuck he thought it was a good idea to do that when he was being tortured enough already by HIS OWN FREAKING THOUGHTS and now there was a drenched Cas-but-not-my-Cas AGAIN.

As Dean ranted to himself, Other Dean and Cas-but-not-my-Cas finished washing the Impala in silence, with Cas following his orders to the letter.


It was as they were applying the turtle wax to the tyres that the inevitable happened.

After a sufficiently amusing conversation about turtles and NotSam's duty in bringing them grilled cheese sandwiches. "I wouldn't know how turtles smelled Cas, I don't go around sniffing turtles in my spare time between cases you know," during which Dean (had he been able to) would have simply started laughing at how adorable – no, not adorable – Cas-but-not-my-Cas was with his ignorance of turtle wax, rather than make a smart comment back.

"My eyes."

What?

"Hmm?" Other Dean responded, looking into Cas-but-not-my-Cas' eyes and trying to ignore how his heart sped up.

Yeah, good luck with THAT, buddy. Been trying for years and it still happens.

"When you gave me the blue mitt, it was because of my eyes, that's why you took the green one."

Ohhhh. Well that's…sickeningly mushy. I wouldn't do that.

Well, maybe I would.

Shut up, brain.

"Yeah," Other Dean said, punching Cas-but-not-my-Cas on the shoulder and smiling.

In his trademark solemn tone, Cas-but-not-my-Cas replied "My eyes aren't that shade of blue."

"No, yours are a little darker. They're not so worn out and dull. Not even with all the shit you've been through."

IS THIS ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?! STOP TALKING DEAN PLEASE.

"Same could be said for yours."...huh?

Other Dean turned his head to Cas-but-not-my-Cas, who had his head tilted back and eyes closed against the bright sun, before leaning against the fallen angel. Dean faintly heard the words 'Cas will always be my angel, no matter what'.

I didn't think that. Where did that thought come from?! Is that...Other Dean's thoughts? I can hear his thoughts now? But I couldn't before?

Oh, you are shitting me. Is it because they're about Cas?

And then it happened. Cas-but-not-my-Cas tilted his head to look at Other Dean, who was leaning against his shoulder.

Dean felt Other Dean's heart begin to pound, and he couldn't blame the guy, what with eyes that friggin' blue staring into his like he was seeing his soul or something.

Which, technically, was the only part of Dean he saw before he fell. Dean idly wondered what Cas thought of him when he saw him, now he could only see his physical appeara –

A deliciously warm mouth was pressed against his, and both Dean and Other Dean saw stars.

It was over far too soon for Other Dean and his (undetected) mental passenger.

"Sorry," Other Dean said breathlessly as he pulled away.

"No you're not," Cas-but-not-my-Cas cheekily replied, blushing from excitement.

"You're right, I'm not," was the only reply as Other Dean leaned back against Cas-but-not-my-Cas' shoulder.

After a comfortable pause, Cas-but-not-my-Cas said the final words Dean would hear in this place.

"Unless you want your brother knowing about this so soon you'd better get off. I smell grilled cheese sandwiches and he might drop the beer if he finds us like this."

DAMMIT.


AN: Sorry for the long author notes btw, I start rambling and can't stop. If you have any fics you would like to see here let me know! REVIEWS PLEASE