So there Dean stood, in the middle of the living room, in his underwear. Dean unconsciously covered his private area in embarrassment. Not that he should feel embarrassed at all since the only person alive in the room other than him was Lisa. But still, something about being in front of Mike, dead or alive, stirred something in him that made him embarrassed.
Lisa was still starring at the spot where Gabriel had stood only moments before. She couldn't get over the fact that he disappeared. She knew about the supernatural and all that, but seeing and knowing are two completely different things. "Dean?" Lisa asked slowly. "I think you better fill me in on what exactly is going on."
Dean could tell Lisa was barely hanging on, and he didn't blame her. He would probably freak out too if he was so exposed to this already. "Do you want the long version or just the highlights. Because honestly Lisa, I'm not sure you could handle everything. Hell, there are days I can barely handle everything. But you know why I do."
Lisa nodded. "I know, I know. But I think I should know exactly why there is a dead body on my couch and why an Angel," she looks to Dean who nods, " magically took your clothes off of you and put them on the dead body. The dead body who was the very person on stage only an hour ago and was the whole reason we stayed at the club and why we fought."
Dean could tell by Lisa's tone that she was getting upset about this but couldn't control his filter and said, "His name is Mike."
Lisa looks to Dean with anger in her eyes. "I know what his name is Dean. I do pay attention. His name was announced at the club and even on the sign. Not that you paid attention to anything but his voice and his body." Then Lisa's eyes got bigger with a look of realization and then horror. "You like him don't you?"
"What? He's a fucking guy! Why would a guy who has had sex with tons of women suddenly like guys? Hmm?"
"Then explain it to me."
"Can I at least put some fucking clothes on first? I'm kind of cold here."
Lisa was getting pissed now. She knew Dean's games and knew when he was lying. Six months together gave her insight into the inner working of Dean's mind. "No. It's obviously your fault your naked. Now tell me what is fucking going on or you will be sleeping next to the fucking corpse that is currently ruining my couch and who had better be gone by morning."
"Mike has been held hostage by the demons that were with him at the club. For the last year they have been raping and torturing him. Apparently God wants me to protect Mike and to make sure I do, I'm connected to him and even got to feel those Demons fucking rape him for like 20 minutes. It fucking hurt. So I got him out of there, but not before we got caught and they stabbed him. Luckily Mike can supposively heal himself and all that shit and if Demons get a hold of him they can use his gifts for evil. For some reason Gabriel really cares about him and did this to me because I wouldn't...ummm...do what he wanted."
Lisa could tell he was telling the truth but something was nagging at her. "I know your not telling me everything and so I'm just going to assume that it is for my own good that I don't know . But I do have two questions."
Fuck was what Dean was saying over and over again in his mind. "Sure."
"First, why you? What not anyone else. Why is it always you?"
"How the fuck should I know? And can I please put some fucking clothes on now? Major shrinkage going on right now." Dean was getting agitated by this interrogation, so he decided to focus on being cold.
"After this one last question. What did he want you to do anyways? I can't see you not doing something to help someone."
"I ummm...he ummm...wanted me to...ummm...ks'm."
"What?"
Dean sighed and groaned loudly. "Kiss him. He wanted me to kiss him."
"WHAT?! Why the fuck would that do anything?" Dean shrugged. Lisa didn't accept that answer. "I was right wasn't I. There is something going on between you to? That's fucking sick. Homosexuality is wrong Dean and I won't have it in this house."
Dean looked at her like she had two heads. He had never heard her say anything against gays before. In fact he thought she like gays because he swore her friend Alex from the hospital was gay. He was incredibly flamboyant. "Are you fucking serious right now? Really?"
"I think it is immoral and a sin. I won't stand for it. Now I'm going to bed. You can sleep down here with the fucking faggot since you love gays so much."
"What about my clothes?"
"Whatever. Just be dressed and back down here before I get out of the bathroom or I swear I will not be responsible for what happens."
Dean does just that. He's up the stairs, dressed, and back down in a minute flat. It takes him about three minutes to fully catch his breath. He looks over at Mike and can't help but sigh. His hair is disheveled and matted with blood. His eyes are cold and not from him being dead, but with a look of betrayal and sadness. His mouth is slightly a jar and covered in dried blood.
Dean's heart ached for Mike. He couldn't leave him like this. He knew what it was like to come back to life covered in blood and Mike didn't deserve that. So Dean went into the kitchen, got a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, and came back into the living room. Dean set the bowl on the coffee table before he started to move Mike into a more comfortable position.
