҉҉҉ Chapter Ten ҉҉҉

Sam woke up slowly. His head was splitting, his vision foggy, that was his only excuse.

The part of his brain that was most definitely NOT in control fully intended to play dumb later as soon as he came to his senses, but against his will he found himself groggily sing-songing, "I see London, I see France, I see-"

Sam's brain caught up, quickly realizing that not only could he see Cas' underpants but that Castiel's semi-hard penis was straining against the fabric of his boxers fairly close to Sam's face.

Later Sam would insist that he had a perfectly normal heterosexual reaction to having a dick near his head, in truth he was slightly embarrassed by the girly squeal of horror that erupted from his mouth.

"Jesus, Sam!"

At Castiel's glare Dean meekly apologized, "Sorry Cas."

Sam stopped squealing, shocked into silence by Dean's considerate apology.

Nodding in acceptance of Dean's apology, Castiel once again turned his attention to Sam. "Are you injured?"

"No… but just- I would prefer it if-" Sam struggled, trying to think of a way to ask Castiel to put away his junk without sounding frantic.

Dean watched at Sam looked everywhere but at Castiel and finally noticed the problem. "Cas. Zip yourself up."

Sam's horror quickly faded as he watched Castiel struggle with his button. Cas had easily zipped up his pants but with the way he was struggling with his button you'd think he'd never even seen one before.

Dean let out a huff of amusement, "Here," he says as he reaches forward to help.

Castiel doesn't move his hands. His frustration is clear but he is clearly, if silently, refusing help. What ensues is a ridiculous scene of Dean trying to slap Cas' hands away so he can get to his button while Cas is slapping Dean's hands away so he can keep fighting with the button.

After about a minute of the pointless, silly slapping match Dean stops trying force and instead raises his hands to cup Castiel's face, lifting gently until their eyes met, "Cas." Dean waited until the anger and frustration drained from Cas' eyes before continuing, "It's okay. It just takes practice. You've done so much for me... just… let me help you."

At Cas' nod Dean again brought his hands to the button on Castiel's pants and deftly buttoned them, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary before he remembered that Sam was watching and allowed them to drop to his side.

"We'd better get out of here before the police show up."

"You're right Sammy," Dean looked back at their table disappointed to discover their remaining appetizer's covered in blood. "Guess I'll have to wait to introduce you to pie," Dean most definitely was not pouting as they headed out the door, Winchester men don't pout.

Castiel sneakily brushed his hand against Dean's as they walked behind Sam to the Impala. He felt a rush of…something at Dean's shiver. Arousal yes, but something else mixed in with it. If he had to put a name to it he would call it vanity. He was doing this to Dean with a simple, light touch. It made him feel more powerful than being an angel ever had.

"Sammy, wanna drive?"

"You alright Dean?" Sam looked concerned. Dean rarely offered to allow Sam a chance to drive, most likely due to the fact that A. Dean had an unhealthy affection for his car and B. 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole' means that if Sam drives Dean has to listen to Sam's music.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Thought I'd stretch out in the back for a little bit."

"Okay, sure. You got shotgun Cas."

"I don't understand. Why would I need a shotgun while you are driving?"

Dean laughed, smiling widely. "He means you can sit in the front passenger seat of the Impala."

"Oh."

Dean immediately understood Castiel's crestfallen look. Sam had already climbed into the Impala and was waiting patiently. With little possibility of being overheard, Dean spoke softly, "I know. But it's not like we'd get away with anything with Sammy sitting in the front seat." Quickly peeking to make sure Sam couldn't see their faces from his seat within the car, Dean quickly leaned forward to give Cas a quick peck on the lips. "We'll break in the back seat later," he smiled lasciviously before opening the front door for Cas.