~Eight~
A few days had passed since the hospital had let Castiel come home and honestly Dean couldn't have been more overjoyed. The bunker had been lacking the life that Castiel had brought to it during his time that he'd been human and Dean was just glad to have that and some normalcy, well the Winchester version of normalcy, back. So far in the last two days since Castiel's return Sam had spent most of his time in and out of the hospital to see Gabriel and at the shooting range underneath the bunker getting his skill back. Kevin had been doing more research and deducing, but he'd occasionally joined everyone for dinner on some nights. Dean had been honestly becoming domestic, something he'd feared for years.
Actually, it wasn't that Dean feared domesticity. He feared what would happen if he'd ever tried to settle down, in fact he'd tried it once before with Lisa and Ben and nothing good had come out of that. Danger had followed him no matter what. He wasn't willing to put anyone else in danger, but since the angels had fallen things had been eerily quiet. The demons and gates of Hell had been close to being shut. He remembered Crowley's cries from inside of the church where they'd left him to fend for himself tied to the chair. Those cries still haunted Dean at night.
Now though, he had Castiel back to take his mind off of such things. He'd been enjoying watching the angel get back on his own two feet again and even though he'd basically almost died from illness he was happy to see Castiel was still willing to learn human things. However, Dean was currently watching the ex angel slide around the wooden bunker floor in the fuzzy hospital socks that he'd been issued.
Castiel had started out nervous of being home. He'd been scared that he'd have another issue with his lungs or his breathing, but Dean assured him that he was out of the woods. Castiel was relieved he could just get on with his life. Now, as he slid around on the wood floors of the bunker he found himself more carefree than before and he was actually laughing. Dean smiled at his friend; it warmed his heart that such little things brought Castiel joy.
"It's like flying Dean!" Castiel cried out with a laugh and slid off into another room.
"No wings needed." Dean replied with a chuckle and went back to the newspaper. There hadn't been many cases since the angels fell. It seemed that the supernatural had managed vanished, but if Dean knew anything it was that evil never took a vacation. Hopefully this time it was the exception to the rule though, he just wanted to focus on Castiel's recovery before he took on any bad guys again.
Dean stood to get another beer. He walked over towards the kitchen, empty glass bottle in hand and was about to grab a new one from the fridge before he suddenly has his arms full of Castiel who had slid in from the other room and unexpectedly bumped right into Dean.
"My apologies Dean." Castiel said and tried to stand upright, but he found himself frozen in the position he was in, staring up into Dean's eyes. His lips were mere inches away from Dean's and he could feel Dean's hot, shocked, breaths on his cheeks.
"S'okay Cas." Dean stammered. He was trying to keep from blushing and from how hot his cheeks felt to him he knew he was probably failing. He didn't understand how one person could have this effect on him. "Just be careful ok? We don't need you back in the hospital for a busted head now do we?"
"Yes Dean." Castiel nodded, but he was still in the indescribable green orbs known as Dean's eyes.
"Why hello lovebirds." Sam chuckled and smirked. "Am I interrupting something?"
Castiel and Dean both blushed and jumped away from each other's grasp. Dean smoothed back his hair and Castiel coughed awkwardly. Sam laughed a bit and set down the groceries he'd picked up from the store onto the countertop.
"Look I'm just kidding." Sam really wasn't, but he wasn't about to have that argument again with Dean. "I brought food for dinner, somebody wanna help me cook it?"
"Whatcha say Cas?" Dean asked. "You wanna help?"
"You'd entrust me with that Dean?" Castiel asked, he'd remembered Dean referring to him as a "baby in a trench coat" once before so he was always skeptical when Dean asked him to help with something.
"Of course I would Cas." Dean nodded and smiled. Castiel smiled back and watched as Dean pulled various items out of the large paper bags. "Now, let's get cooking!"
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About a half an hour later dinner was well underway. Castiel had proudly sautéed the vegetables all by himself, well with a little assistance from Dean. Dean had stood behind him and watched him do it. Dean's hand had eventually found itself on top of Castiel's flipping the vegetables in the pan with him. Dean's hot breath on Castiel's neck didn't bother him though; it was the closest the hunter had ever been to him besides the hug he'd given Castiel in Purgatory. Castiel enjoyed the feeling of Dean's hand on his, the roughness of his calluses mixed with the gentle touch that was uniquely his. Castiel had blushed slightly when Dean had done that, but it had taken everything he had to not lean over and kiss the hunter right there. Castiel knew of Dean's tendencies towards women and Castiel respected those. No matter how much it pained him to see Dean with anyone but him.
"Excellent job on the veggies Dean." Kevin commented with a smile and a mouthful.
"Actually that was Cas." Dean smiled proudly over at his friend. Castiel gave a shy smile back and continued to eat his dinner, which was ten times better than what he'd received at the hospital. "He did the vegetables."
"Either way." Kevin mumbled through bite after bite of his food. The four made ample conversation until there was nothing left to talk about nor was there any food left. Kevin laid his plate down in the sink and walked back to his room to do whatever it was he'd been doing before dinner started. Sam shrugged on his jacket and waved goodbye at Dean and Castiel, he was headed for the hospital to see Gabriel.
"Have fun with your boyfriend Samantha!" Dean teased and laughed.
"Bite me Dean!" Sam said as he exited the bunker.
"Don't tempt me!" Dean replied and sat down on the living room couch. He was about to turn on the television before he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked over to see Castiel before the ex angel sat down next to him on the couch and sighed contently.
"Happy to be home Cas?" Dean asked.
"Yes and no." Castiel replied, looking around thoughtfully before staring down at his feet, still clothed in the socks. "I miss Megan and the nurses and my pond, but I am glad to be home in the sense that I am happy I am no longer sick."
"Amen to that." Dean thrusted his feet off of the coffee table and reached for another remote. "You don't mind if I turn on music do you?"
"Not at all." Castiel replied with a smile, although he was bit disappointed that Dean wasn't going to sing to him anymore probably.
Dean switched on the radio to the station he'd written down all the songs from. They were playing the Sundays' cover of Wild Horses once again. Dean didn't know if it was fate or if this radio station just repeated all their songs. Castiel didn't seem to mind though; he smiled fondly and closed his eyes, taking in the words and the melody once again. Dean knew his voice hadn't done the song justice in any way, at least now Castiel could hear it for what it really was.
Dean stretched his arm out so it rested behind Castiel on the couch cushions. Castiel smiled and leaned over into Dean's chest. Dean blushed profusely, but let Castiel stay where he was. He shifted his body so Castiel could have more of Dean to lie on as a pillow. Dean watched Castiel's chest rise and fall once again like it was still the morning he'd slept in Castiel's hospital bed with him. As the calming music flooded Dean's ears he also found himself lulling off to sleep.
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Dean's cell phone rang on the coffee table hours later. He groggily awoke to check who was calling and saw that it was Sam. He cocked his head in confusion and answered.
"Dean thank god!" Sam said rather frantically.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean practically slurred, Castiel had awoken as well and was just as confused as Dean was as to why Sam was calling. "Everything ok?"
"No Dean it's not that's why I called you!" Sam replied hastily, he almost seemed out of breath.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked he was wide awake now and alert. He stood and walked over grabbing his jacket. "Did something happen to Gabriel?"
"No Dean it's not Gabriel." Sam sighed. "It's Megan…"
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Oh no cliffy! I'm bad with those lol.
So Domestic!Dean and Cas how cute right?
What's happened to Megan you ask?
All this and more will be revealed in the next chapter! See you guys then!
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