Chapter Eight: Watching.

Dean was woken up by the sound of someone banging on his bedroom door and yells of, "Dean, get your ass out of bed! Dean!" He groaned and pushed himself up slightly, leaning against the headboard. He looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 06:00. "What the hell?" He mumbled quietly.

Castiel groaned and nuzzled his face further into Dean's chest.

Dean looked down at Cas and smiled at his sleeping boyfriend. He really couldn't explain how happy he was to have Cas back...happy just didn't do it justice.

"Dean!"

"Hang on, Sammy." He snapped quietly, but loudly enough for his brother to hear him. He didn't want to wake Castiel up.

"Mmh...it is okay, Dean...I am awake." Castiel mumbled as he sat up on Dean's lower stomach, rubbing at his eyes.

Dean groaned. "Damn it Sam! What the hell do you want at this time!"

"We need to talk about what we're doing about this Jay guy...y'know the guy that wants to kill you." Sam said and then walked into his older brother's bedroom, and frowned at the sight that greeted him; Dean was laid on his back with Castiel sitting on his lower stomach, the bed cover was creased over Dean's thighs...displaying both of their naked bodies to Sam. "Dude! Cover up already!" He said frowning deeply; it wasn't like he hadn't seen them both naked before, because he had, plenty of times...but he hadn't really seen them in such an intimate position before.

"Why don't you just get out." Dean suggested.

Castiel pulled the bed sheet around his hips, which also covered Dean up. His cheeks were a dark shade of red; he hadn't realised Sam could see...well, everything. "What is wrong, Sam?"

Sam glanced at Castiel quickly before turning his gaze to Dean and keeping it on his brother. He saw the hurt and confused look on Cas' face...but he couldn't help it. He knew Castiel hadn't told Dean about how little time he had left here...and that upset him, knowing that Castiel was lying to his brother. "What're we doing about that guy? How're we gonna find him and how're we going to stop him?"

"We have a plan, Sam." Castiel told him.

Sam didn't say anything to Castiel, he didn't even look at him...he kept his eyes on Dean and spoke. "You need to get up so we can go do something about him."

Dean frowned noticing the cold way Sam was acting towards Castiel...and the hurt look on his boyfriend's face. He decided he would ask about it in a while, he would just watch for a while and see if he noticed why his brother was acting the way he was. "Like Cas said, we've got a plan. So, you can get out and let us sleep now."

"No way, man. Get y' ass outta bed, now." Sam practically ordered.

"Why? It's like six o'clock, Sammy. Why so damn early?" Dean moaned.

"Because we only have th-!" Sam's eyes flashed to Castiel's face and saw the shocked and scared expression he was suddenly wearing. He looked back at Dean. "Sooner we catch him, sooner this is over, right?"

"Yeah, but six o'clock?" Dean whined.

"Up, now!" Sam snapped. He took one last look at Castiel and left the room, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Dean stared at the door for a short while before looking up at Castiel, who was staring down at his chest with a sort of sad and hurt look across his face. "Cas, babe, what's wrong?" He asked as he placed his hand on Cas' cheek, his thumb brushing across his bottom lip.

Castiel's eyes lifted to Dean's. "N-nothing...I am fine." He smiled weakly.

Dean frowned lightly and pulled Castiel down, pressing their lips quickly together before pulling him to lie on top of his body and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. "If something is bothering you...please, Cas, tell me."

Castiel shut his eyes and clung to Dean's warm body; how was he supposed to tell him what was bothering him? Why Sam was mad at him? He couldn't. He knew he had to tell Dean how long he was able to stay on earth, and that it wasn't forever...but he couldn't. He loved him so much. Telling him he was leaving soon would be admitting that he couldn't stay with Dean like he wanted to.

He pressed his lips to Dean's neck and then rested his forehead there, his eyes still closed. "Just let me...stay like this for a little while, please."

Dean smiled softly and held Cas tighter. "Stay there as long as you want, babe...we got all the time in the world now. You're back here with me."

Castiel bit his lip as he felt tears fill his eyes behind his closed eyelids.


Sam slammed his bedroom door shut.

Spencer's eyes flew open as he shot into a sitting position in the middle of Sam's double bed. "What!" He asked loudly, shocked.

Sam gave his boyfriend an apologetic look. "Sorry, I forgot you were here."

Spencer stared at him for a moment before blinking a few times. "Gee, thanks." He mumbled.

Sam sighed and made his way over to the bed. "I didn't mean it like that, you know I didn't." He sat in the middle of the bed in front of Spencer. "Sorry."

Spencer smiled, softly. "I know you didn't." He reached his hand out and took hold of Sam's, holding it tightly. "What's wrong?"

Sam ignored Spencer's question as he looked down at their joined hands. A moment later he leaned forward and crashed his lips to his boyfriend's, his free hand gripping at Spencer's long curly brown hair, holding him in place. He slipped his tongue out of his mouth and ran it across Spencer's full bottom lip.

Spencer opened his mouth, letting Sammy's tongue in. He spread his legs wide –under the covers-, making it so Sam was in-between them. He moaned as Sam's tongue slid across his.

Sam kept his lips moulded to Spencer's as he pushed his boyfriend back against the headboard. He pulled the bed cover down and pressed his body against Spencer's, rough and hard. He tugged at his boyfriend's pyjama pants and after a moment of trying and failing to pull them down, shoved his hand down the front of them...gripping roughly at Spencer's limp cock, making it harden instantly.

Spencer gasped into Sam's mouth still pressed against his. He knew there was something wrong with his boyfriend, Sam was been rough...his lips, his hands and his body that was grinding and pressing down against his was been rougher than he usually was. Sam's hand gripped tighter at Spencer's cock and he gasped out of pain this time...his grip was really too tight. He pulled away from Sam's mouth, but his boyfriend's just fell to his neck, biting and nipping at the sensitive skin there. "Ow, Sammy..." He breathed shakily as Sam's hand continued to pump his hardened length –he could feel Sam's hard cock grinding against his thigh. "Ah, S-Sam, t-that hurts...ow, ah!"

Sam knew Spencer was talking...but he wasn't registering what his boyfriend was saying. He didn't really care right now either, he was angry and upset...mostly at Castiel, and partly at Dean and even at himself. He tightened his hand around Spencer's length and tugged on it harshly as he ground down against the thin body beneath him.

"Oww!" Spencer all but screeched. He shoved Sam away as hard as he could. "S-Sammy...stop!" He said breathing deeply as he used his hand to cup in-between his legs. "T-that hurt, Sam."

Sam stared at Spencer and then his eyes widened; he had been too rough...he'd hurt Spencer. "Shit." He mumbled. Sam could tell Spencer was trying to hold back tears, but he was only half succeeding. He crawled closer to Spencer, carefully. "Spence, you okay?"

Spencer didn't respond for a while, but when he did he just nodded.

"I...I didn't mean to hurt you."

"...I-I know." Spencer said quietly...almost whimpered.

Sam took hold of Spencer's face and lifted it so they were looking at each other. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He looked at his boyfriend's face; his eyes were red slightly and he had a small steady stream of tears flowing down from them.

"I know." Spencer kept his eyes locked with Sam's. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"What?"

"I know there is something wrong. You looked upset when you came in...and, you are not rough with me. Not like that. So tell me what's bothering you. Please?" Spencer asked and leaned forward, closer to Sam.

"I just...Castiel didn't tell Dean about him having to leave again. Dean doesn't know."

"How do you know he didn't tell him?"

Sam chuckled. "Dean'd be angry, upset...he'd be all over the place, yelling, screaming, crying, you name he'd been doing it. He was laid in bed with Castiel." He told his boyfriend and watched him nod with an understanding expression. "Dean doesn't know, but we do. How am I supposed to act like I don't around him. He's gonna be so upset...he's gonna completely break down when he finds out, I know he is. It'll be worse than last time because this'll be the second time he's going to be without him." He said sadly, trying to hold his voice together. "What am I supposed to do?"

Spencer stayed quiet, looking at Sam and thinking about what he had said. "We can't tell him, Sammy." Sam's eyes widened in shock at Spencer. "I know he needs to know...but it's not our place. Castiel needs to be the one tell him, not us."

"But-!"

"Sam, listen to me." Spencer said taking hold of Sam's face. "I know how much you love Dean...but Castiel is the one that's going to have to leave him behind, he's the one that needs to tell Dean. Do you understand?"

Sam nodded, almost reluctantly. "I just don't wanna see him hurt again."

"I know you don't...but when that time comes and Castiel has gone, we'll be here for him and we'll pick up the pieces. Okay?" Spencer said and rested his forehead against Sam's.


It was a full hour before Dean and Castiel came out of the bedroom and into the living room. Sam and Spencer were already sitting on the sofa, watching TV as they waited for the older boys. Sam had tried to go for them as soon as he had left his bedroom, but Spencer had told him to leave them alone for a while. So he had. Reluctantly.

"Finally." Sam said and climbed off of the sofa. "I did tell you to be up an hour ago." He directed at his brother.

"Shut up, Sammy." Dean said as he walked into the room, Castiel following behind him. "Stop acting like my keeper."

"Whatever." Sam mumbled and sat back down on the sofa, close to Spencer. "So, you said you had a plan." He said to Castiel.

Castiel nodded.

Sam frowned. "Well, what is it?" He snapped.

"Sam! Attitude, stop it." Dean snapped angrily.

"I am going to watch for where Jay is...and when he is going to try something, I am going to stop him." Castiel said and looked away from Sam and Spencer.

"Stop him?" Sam asked. "How?"

"You're going to kill him." Spencer said. He knew that's what the older boys were planning, he just knew it.

Sam's eyes widened. "W-what?" He kneeled on the sofa and turned around, his arms resting against the back of it as he watched his brother and Castiel sit down at the table.

"They're going to kill him, Sam." Spencer told him, his eyes still fixed on the TV.

Castiel frowned slightly and looked at Dean.

"Oh, c'mon Cas, I didn't tell him...I was with you, remember?"

"Then...how did you know?" Castiel asked Spencer.

"I'm very smart and observant..." Spencer started. "And anyway, the man killed you trying to kill Dean. Jay Simmons killed you; Dean is not going to let that slip now he knows the accident wasn't actually an accident. Likewise, he was trying to kill Dean and is still after him hoping to kill him this time around...you have come back to sort it, and the only way to make sure it is sorted for good is to get rid of him for good." He paused. He turned his head to look at the older boys sitting at the table. "Right?"

"I don't..." Sam mumbled as he looked from Spencer to his brother and Castiel and then back to his boyfriend.

Spencer turned back to the TV. "They are going to kill Jay Simmons to protect the other."

"Yeah, I got that Spence..." Sam said quietly. "But Dean...you're talking about murder?" He said, his eyes fixed on his brother.

"Sammy, don't start." Dean groaned and looked away from his baby brother.

"Don't start!" Sam yelled. "Dean, you're talking about murdering someone. Can't you just...I don' know, tell the cops? Or just beat the fucker up?"

Dean knew Sam was just worried, but he didn't want his brother persuading him to do something other than kill the guy who killed Cas. He loved Sammy, more than anything and he loved Cas more than anything too...this guy killed Cas, if he didn't get rid of him who's to say he wouldn't come after Sam as well as him? "Sammy, please. Just...don't. Please." He asked softly, his eyes pleading with Sam to drop it.

"But Dean-!" Sam started, he stopped when he felt Spencer's hand tug at his jeans.

"Sam, just...not now. Drop it." Spencer looked up at his boyfriend. "Please."

Sam sighed and flopped onto the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. "Fine."

Spencer smiled softly, almost sadly; he could tell Sam was worried about his brother...and his brother's boyfriend. He leaned over to Sam and pressed his lips gently to Sam's. "I think we should leave for a little while."

Sam was too in shock about the fact that Spencer had kissed him in front of his brother and Castiel to actually say anything...and he followed when Spencer took his hand and led him towards the door.

"We'll be out for a while so you can both discuss what you're planning to do without us interrupting you. But...I think it would be best for you to at least phone Sam if you find anything out...just so he knows what's going on." Spencer said, looking at Dean.

Dean wanted nothing more than to tell the kid to shut up, that he knew what to do...but he knew Spencer was right. He knew he had to keep Sam in the loop...and he knew Spencer had known he wasn't going to...and now the little brat had said something, Castiel would make sure he phoned Sam and told him what was going on. "I will." He told the younger boy.

Spencer smiled quickly and gratefully before turning back to Sam and leaving.

It was a few minutes later before either one of them spoke. "So, we gonna get started?"

Castiel turned to look at Dean, a soft and sort of sad look on his face. "Yes. I guess...we should."

"Hey, come on, it's okay." Dean smiled and pulled Cas closer to him. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek quickly, squeezing his arm around his shoulder tightly before standing and walking towards the kitchen. "You want something to eat before we start looking for that guy?"

"Erm...I...I do not feel hunger anymore, Dean." Castiel said quietly and carefully.

Dean paused, but didn't say or do anything else. Cas didn't need to eat anymore? Yeah, he was part...angel...but he was still part human. Shouldn't he need to eat? A moment later he walked into the kitchen and made himself some breakfast...not feeling right that he hadn't made Cas anything like he used to.


"That bastard!" Dean yelled as he shot to his feet, his chair falling to the floor.

Castiel looked away from the image displayed in front of them and up to Dean. They had been watching what Jay had done up to the accident –or murder- and they had just watched him pay a bunch of guys to take out Dean...the only problem was, was that he had shown them a picture of Sam and Spencer. He hadn't understood why Jay had shown the men the two young boys instead of himself and Dean, at first...but now he did. "He not only wants to get rid of you...but everyone you have left."

Dean turned and looked down at Castiel. "Yeah..."

Castiel watched his boyfriend closely with worried eyes as he moved away from the table and over to the kitchen, snatching his cell phone and dialling a number. He knew who Dean was calling...there was only one person his blond boyfriend would need to talk to at a time like this.

"Sammy...yeah, it's me." Dean went quiet and then groaned with a hint of annoyance to it –but Castiel could see the worry. "Shut up, man, listen to me...you have to come home. Yeah, you an' Spencer...I'll explain when you get here. Just do it Sam!" He paused again, listening to his baby brother. "Thanks...yeah, see y' soon." He dropped the phone back onto the counter and walked back over to Castiel.

"He is coming home?" Castiel asked, his eyes following Dean's movements as he leaned against the table.

"Yeah..."

"Dean...I am sorry..." Castiel knew somewhere in the back of his mind that what he had been thinking while watching Jay's movements through time was wrong and impossible...but he couldn't help but think this way, especially now that he knew that he was the reason Sam and Spencer had been hurt...and of course, why Dean was in danger.

Dean blinked a few times as he looked down at Cas. "What?"

Castiel looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "I am sorry..."

"Yeah, I heard that...but what for?"

Castiel looked away, his eyes landed on a random place on the table. "I am the reason Jay is after you, the reason he hurt Sam and hospitalized Spencer...it is my fault. Maybe...maybe if I had let him do what he was trying to that time...this would not be happening, I would be alive and human and would have more than three days left and you would not be getting hurt and having to worry about me and where Sam and Spencer are and-!"

"Cas! Stop it..." Dean said quickly and loudly. He pulled Cas' face to look at him...he had seen the tears dripping from his face and onto the table, they were falling from his eyes furiously. "This is not your fault! Don't you dare think that. This is all his fault, understand? Why would you even think that?" He asked softly. He moved his face closer to Cas', pressing their foreheads together. "Don't...just...please, don't say things like that. Don't even think like that. Please."

"O-okay..." Castiel whimpered, his hands fisting into Dean's shirt.

"Thanks." Dean smiled softly. He pecked his lips to Cas'.


End of chapter 8!

Thanks for reading and stuff!

I know this chapter isn't brilliant, its not even that good really...it was supposed to be longer and more detailed and stuff, but once I wrote this (the first draft) I just got stuck and couldn't write anything else. So, sorry. Anyways the next chapter will be better, I promise! I did chec this but it was a little while ago, so sorry for any mistakes.

There's only going to be two or three more chaps of this fic (although there's only like two or three people who read it, lol.)