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Hey Jude


I have heard it said so many times, "Love is blind"
So why are you staring?
You say that love is all we need, well
Does that apply to me?
'Cause I have found someone
That I think is beautiful
And I have fallen in love
And I'm telling you
She means everything to me
She makes me feel nothing else matters
Not even what the world thinks of me


Days went on, bringing with it the heat of summer. Little changed little around the two, except for what did. The two grew closer and closer, not just in comfort but in contact. A small brush of the fingers against the back of a hand or nape of the neck. The gentle hand on a shoulder to get the others' attention, or the heavy weight of an arm around the others' shoulder.

Towards the middle of summer, Cas came back from the grocery store to find Dean sprawled on his couch drenched in sweat. Cas sighed, inwardly cringing at the thought of having to scrub the couch clean again, went over to the counter and grabbed the spray bottle. Dean sagged on the couch, unaware or uncaring of his presence in the room. Annoyed, Cas walked over to Dean and spritzed him in the face several times before jumping back and making his way back to the kitchen to finish unpacking, smiling widely at the man spluttering indignantly behind him.

"Cas!What the hell man?! I'm an innocent!?" Dean yelled over to him, not moving an inch.

Shuffling around in the kitchen, Cas smiled warmly. Not bothering to turn around, Cas shouted back to the man on the couch.

"You're going to be the one scrubbing your sweat off the couch this time, Dean." Before he could get around to voicing his complaint, Cas continued, "or you'll be bumming on someone else's couch."

"I'm not bumming! I'm…nesting. Or something. You don't have a right to talk, man. I'm the one who just ran a fucking marathon. I don't see you doing anything productive."

"Like making sure we don't starve? And Dean… you do realize you just ran around the block…right? Though with the amount of sweat pouring out of you one would think it been that long."

Tchking from his spot on the couch, Dean waited until Cas turned around to face him before dramatically wiping his forehead on the back of his hand and flicking the droplets in Cas' direction.

Cas stared at the spot on his carpet where the drops would have landed; disgust and panic racking up his spine. As if on autopilot, Cas went over to the sink and grabbed a towel. As quickly and controlled as he could manage, he went over to the spot on the floor and started scrubbing fervently.

Blood pounded in his ears, and the scratchy fibers of his carpet rubbed raw into his hands. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the rag back and forth back and forth, needing to get the sweat out. It was impure, diseased.

"A stain on the whole family! Unpure! Filthy! Garbage! Get clean or get out! Get out or I'll make you!"

And then there were hands, strong firm hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him back. As if through a veil he heard his voice, calmly saying something over and over. He couldn't hear the words; but they were there, grounding him. Cas let his head rest against the man behind him.

"Hey, hey. Calm down."

Dean is steady, his face concerned as his calloused hands gripped his forearms. Cas clawed at him, needing to get away. Feeling the disease seep from Dean's shirt into his skull, his skin. Cas clawed at him desperately, begging without words for him to let go. To release him. He caught Dean's eyebrow with his blunt nails, causing red to well up in thin lines on the side of his face. Dean didn't even flinch, just ran his dirty filthy hands up and down his arms in a repetitive pattern, trapping him and soaking vile into his skin.

Recoiling faster than he thought possible, Cas all but flew over to the sink, turning the faucet on high and waiting for the stream to heat up.

Distantly, he heard a, "Fuck! Cas I'm sorry. I'll- I'll jump in the shower. Give me five minutes, ok man? Calm down and… just wait two seconds." Before the sounds of someone scrambling to their feet echoed down the hallway. Cas vaguely registered the shower bursting in to like as he turned back to the faucet in front of him.

Thick steam rolled off the water in waves, and it was with relief that he pushed his arms into the burning water. It scalded his palms, and he scrubbed his fingers and arms until the skin had turned an angry red.

Turning quickly, Cas pushed the back of this head under the spray, doing his best at the awkward angle to try and get it all out.

It burned. The water pounded down onto his skin, sending tendrils of fire through his skull. It hurt. Slowly, oh so slowly, Cas let the knowledge that he was cleaner, purer relax his muscles and calm his racing heart. He stayed under the spray until it turned look warm, doing little but soaking in to the back of his shirt.

He straightened up, feeling the crick in his back from arching over the hard counter top so awkwardly.

In a daze, Cas went back to his room and pulled on a new pair of clothes. It was only when he was fully clean did he relax, drooping onto the edge of his bed.

A few minutes later, the shower head turned off, signaling to Cas that he had about two minutes before Dean would come out. He hunched in on himself, over come with shame. He had no idea what Dean would think of him now, after seeing…that. He probably thought he was crazy; was probably going to come out of the shower and head directly for the door, not looking back once except to say "never talk to me again."

Sooner than he'd hoped, the door to the bathroom swung open. Cas let his head fall, not wanting to look at him and have to see the disgust on his face. Without his sight, he strained to listen, trying to gauge what was happening outside.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting softer as they went the other way. A gut wrenching twist pulled at his chest, and Cas sat on the bed, paralyzed.

Several minutes later, just as he was about to let himself just fall back on the sheets and fall asleep, he heard shuffling once more. Sitting up straighter, Cas' heartbeat went through the roof, increasing in pace as the steps got louder as they neared his room. Clenching his eyes shut, Cas tensed himself, waiting for the words to come. There was nothing, silence. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. And then, slowly, Dean exhaled and walked into the room. A warm body pressed in next to him and slung an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in. Still not opening his eyes, Cas went with the movement and buried his face in Dean's shoulder, feeling heated skin beneath his own. And then slowly, quietly, Dean started to sing.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Cas' breath hitched, but Dean continued, eyes closed.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

Slowly, he relaxed into Dean's grip, fitting himself more firmly against the solid form of him.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Measuring his breaths, Cas breathed slowly in and out, focusing on the rise and fall of Dean's voice.

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Dean shifted his arms, fitting them more securely around Cas. As the melody went on, he buried his fingers in Cas' hair, playing with the strands as he continued.

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder

He slowed down, nearing the end of the song. As the lyrics washed over him, he found his voice unconsciously growing softer, more intimate.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh

They sat together on the bed for an eternity just breathing and being. It wasn't until Dean shifted uncomfortably that Cas pulled back, and noticed for the first time that Dean wasn't wearing anything more than a towel.

Noticing his stare, Dean looked down at himself and reddened. "Uh ya. Could I borrow some clothes for a bit? I didn't bring anything over and I don't think getting back into my running clothes would be the best idea." Dean said, running his hand through his hair.

"O- Of course, Cas stuttered out, doing his best to tame the blush that was almost certainly spreading from his ears to face and neck.

"Here. Let me-" Cas scrambled over to the other corner of his room, flustered. After pulling out his loosest articles, he threw a pair of boxers, sweats, and college shirt and Dean before gesturing vaguely at the door.

"I'll just… be in the living room then."

Stepping out and shutting the door behind him, Cas went over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

Several minutes later, Dean emerged from his room. The sweats hung low on his hips, dipping down just far enough that..

Cas jerked his head up, trying to focus on something else. The view wasn't much safer higher up however. The shirt, which had fit loosely on himself, stretched tight on Dean's broader shoulders, filling out nicely.

Seemingly not noticing Cas' very obvious once over, Dean went over to the couch and settled on it once more. Looking over his shoulder, he signaled with his head for Cas to come over. Noticing his obvious discomfort with the idea, Dean's eyes softened.

"It's ok Cas. I already sanitized the thing. It's as clean as it ever has been."

Gratitude washed over him, and it was with a small smile that he went over to Dean and settled on the couch at his side.

"So," Dean said, conversationally. "What is your stance on Indiana Jones?"


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~Magnolia