Author's Note (Please Read): Holy cows, that must have been like a three-month hiatus. I must say though, it was the latest review that pulled me out of it. Unfortunately, I won't be continuing this story. I am so sorry. I just haven't had much new ideas/inspiration and been busy with life. It helps that each chapter can be treated as a standalone (I hope). Just a warning, I'm not too sure how 'in character' these characters are, as I haven't watched SPN since the hiatus, so I apologize for that. Thank you, enjoy, and once again, I sincerely apologize for this inconvenience.


Day 9: Hanging out with friends

Jo has a little crush on Dean. Screw that. She has a major crush on Dean. It was obvious. She knew that. He knew that. The only thing was that, he wouldn't freakin' act on it.

They were at Bobby's house one night after a large demon hunt to celebrate a good day's work. Ash was rocking out to the music playing loudly through his stereo. Jo was laying back on a sofa with a bottle in one hand while Garth and his strange sock puppet was busy talking to Sam about his own experiences with different creatures he had encountered. Ellen was in the kitchen helping Bobby prepare dinner while chatting amiably and laughing. Cas sat next to Jo silently and enjoyed the much-needed peace after that eight-hour battle. The atmosphere was very light and cheerful; everyone was having a good time.

Dean was the last one to get into the shower, so he came out later than everybody else. When Jo saw him coming downstairs, his head still wet from the shower, she straightened up and unconsciously ran one hand down her hair. This time, she was going to make sure he knew how she felt about him. Cas shifted toward Dean's direction as well and opened his mouth to call him over, but Jo beat him to it.

"Hey Dean, wanna beer? There are three fresh ones out here on the table," she gestured one towards him while her other hand still clung to her own bottle.

"Hell yeah," he broke out in a grin and took it from her, his hand slight brushing against hers. Her heart leaped silently, but she maintained a cool façade. Dean sat between her and Cas, leaned back, and took a giant swig of the beer.

"How is it?" she asked, her body now shifted to face him.

"Cool and sweet, just the way I like it," he replied.

"I can show you what else is sweet," she flirted, moving closer to his face. Dean stared into her eyes for a moment before abruptly moving back.

"Nice try, but you gotta do better than that," he laughed, one hand ruffling her hair in a sisterly manner. She grumbled while he continued drinking his beer. Dean then turned towards the angel to his left.

"Hey, Ca-oh, where are you going?" he asked as Cas stood up abruptly and walked into the kitchen, "What's his problem?"

Jo simply shrugged.


Cas did not like the way his hunter was staring at Jo, even for a short moment. He felt a strange heat burning in his chest and had to leave before accidentally doing something stupid. He did not understand this feeling. It was as if he wanted to smite the girl, but she wasn't doing anything wrong. No, he felt very confused and annoyed.

As the angel stumbled into the kitchen, he noticed Bobby quickly pulling away from a flustered Ellen, looking a bit embarrassed himself.

"Boy, this better be important," he barked.

"Oh, I apologize for the intrusion. I'll take my leave," Cas said and was deciding where else to go when Ellen spoke.

"Something seems to be bothering you. You wanna talk about it?" she said, staring at his face.

"I don't believe there's anything of import to discuss about. I'm just feeling...confused," he replied, sounding almost sheepish.

"About what?" she took a step closer to the angel.

"Just...the way Dean was staring at Jo. I feel angry and I don't know why," he frowned.

"Oh," Ellen's eyes widen as she came to the realization and one side of her mouth was twitching into a smile.

"Idjit's in love and just jealous," Bobby grumbled.

"How do you know about my relationship with Dean?" Cas asked curiously at the older hunter.

"Please, it was so obvious any Godforsaken creatures out there can see it," he rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about it," Ellen reassured him and smiled, "It's just an irrational feeling. You'll get over it once we're gone."

Cas nodded silently and went back out to the living room.


Dean and Jo were having a steady conversation now when Cas came back. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down before walking towards the duo when Jo suddenly leaned in and kissed the hunter on the lips.

Dean's eyes were wide with surprised and he pulled back with a startle after a few seconds. He turned and noticed Cas watching them, a 'this is not what it looks like' defense at the tip of his tongue.

Cas stared with a blank expression, not too sure what to feel. Suddenly, he settled on an emotion and strode briskly towards the hunter, who appeared to have shrunk back slightly. The angel grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him into the hallway.

"H-hey Cas, this is not wha-," Dean began, but before he could finish, he was shoved against the wall with a loud thud.

"Did you like it?" Cas spoke in a low voice, his hands gripping the hunter's lapel and pinning him there.

"What?" he stammered back. It was the only word he could think of.

"The kiss. Did. You. Like. It?" Cas punctuated each syllable sharply, pressing him harder into the wall.

"No, of course not! It was just a misunderstanding," he protested, finally finding his tongue.

"It better be," Cas growled and before the hunter could say another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly onto Dean's.

Surprised, Dean's hands slipped from his side to the angel's hip and submitted to the fierce embrace. Cas' tongue easily made its way into the other man's mouth and he tasted beer lingering in his breath. Pulling apart for a moment, he let the hunter catch his breath briefly before he began focusing his attention on his lower lips, sucking it tender. Dean let out a long moan as the angel moved down towards his neck.

"You're mine," he breathed against his skin before biting it, making the hunter inhale sharply. Cas ran his tongue over to sooth it and began sucking gently on the spot.

"Yours, I'm yours, I'm yours..." Dean whispered over and over again until the words became incoherent. His hands traveled up to grip his counterpart's messy hair and pulled it firmly. Cas let out a deep groan before his head snapped back and meets the hunter's lips once more.

"You're mine too, angel," Dean murmured once they broke apart.

"Yours."


They came back to the living room appearing normal, with the exception of the hunter's slightly swollen lips and bruise forming on his neck, which he managed to mostly hide it beneath his jacket collar. Nobody seemed too bothered by their absence and the loud rock had drowned out most of their commotion.

Jo, however, was feeling bad. She was certain he liked her, or at least, would give her a chance. She was still confused by Cas' reaction though, why he'd stared so furiously at them and dragged Dean away.

"Dean, I'm so sorry about the kiss," she apologized profusely once he settled back into the couch with Cas, "I-I was certain you felt the same way about me as I do to you..."

He looked at her for a moment before replying.

"Sorry, sweetie, but I'm strictly into dicks now," the hunter smirked at her still confused expression and leaned back, jacket shifting slightly.

It wasn't until after Jo noticed the bruise beneath his collar that she understood.