"I just need a good example,
To be who I used to be."
~Delain - Get the Devil out of me~
A couple of days later, Dean had been lying on his bed with his headphones on, doc. Novak had come in.
He had twirled his favorite chair around and sat down, arms folded over the back of the chair, his chin resting on them.
"Doc," Dean had asked, after fiddeling a bit with his remote. "You know what's weird?"
Doc. Novak simply raised his eyebrows.
"Pray tell me, Dean." he had said, his cerulean eyes darting from Dean's mouth to his eyes.
"There's two songs on here I have never even heard in my life."
The doctor's eyes widened innocently. "I merely copied the files Sam sent me."
Dean pouted, a bit dubious. "Strangest thing is, doc, they weren't on there two days ago, Hell, not even yesterday. Another weird thing: I think they are very hopeful, and somehow apply to my very situation. Here..." He held out the headphones for the doc to hear.
The doctor pressed the earpiece to his ear and Dean pressed the button. The cerulean eyes widened infinitessimally, but that was all the change in his face.
Dean thought he would love to play doc. Novak in a poker game. That guy could deadpan!
"Well, isn't that a lucky coincidence then." the doc had said and pulled out his clipboard. "Time for therapy."
Dean huffed. "More like twenty questions..."
A quick quirk of the eyebrow. "I don't understand that reference."
Dean laughed, head thrown back, a full body laugh. That was another dozen blankets.
oooOooo
Castiël sat in his office, twiddling a pen, his eyes glued to his screen. He had, finally, gotten an answer to his request. He wanted to make the call, so badly, but on the other hand, he'd gotten another mail from his big brother, and that had him worried.
'Hey bro!
I have kept on digging on basement boy,
and what I found was a whole new can o' worms.
If you should use the normal eviction procedure,
chances are the property gets permanently damaged.
From your waxing praise on it, I'm guessing that is not an option.
If you were to get him outside said property,
you might be able to boot his ass out and keep the property whole.
As always,
Anansi'
Castiël sighed. Such progress, and now this...
He deleted the message, shut down his computer and made his way to room 124.
He found himself softly singing one of his favorite songs, by an obscure, Dutch band called Moonflower.
"Everything's coming up roses,
oho, everything's coming up roses.
This will probably come as close as,
it gets to Heaven on Earth,
so I'm taking it as it comes..."
He saw Meg raise an eyebrow at his singing, but he couldn't help it.
The song calmed him and he needed that right now.
He pushed open the door to room 124 and sighed.
Dean was laying on his bed, his headphones on, his half hooded eyes in a thousand mile stare, his full, pink lips miming the words along.
And it looked super sexy.
Castiël determinedly pushed those feelings down.
'Everything's coming up roses...'
He grabbed his chair and swung it around, to face Dean, who smiled at him, his hands fiddeling with the remote of his mp3.
Castiël was trying his best not to stare at those perfect lips, wishing he could kiss them again. Somehow he engaged in a conversation about music.
Dean said it had just appeared on his player.
Castiël inwardly shrugged. He had heard weirder stuff.
Dean offered him the headphones and he pressed one earpiece to his right ear.
Determined to keep his face straight, Castiël prepared himself for the onslaught of metal music he expected.
He was totally gobsmacked when he heard the very song that had been playing through his head. "This will probably be as close as, it gets to Heaven on Earth, so I'm taking it as it comes..."
He filed this away under 'to be investigated later' and grabbed his clipboard.
When Dean threw his head back and laughed out loud, Castiël felt satisfaction.
This was what he was supposed to do.
This was his destiny.
Another song, by another Dutch band, Delain, popped up in his head.
This one was like his theme song. He always thought it depicted his relation to his patients.
'I'm no Jesus Christ.
I'm the one mistake you love to hate.
I appologise.
It's your destiny,
To get the Devil out of me.'
When he was satisfied with Dean's answers, Castiël got up.
He had made up his mind about what to do.
"If you want, you can go to the yard by yourself today, Dean."
The green eyes lit up and a brilliant smile was his reward.
At the door Castiël turned around. "You said two songs, didn't you? May I hear the other one too?"
Dean nodded.
He searched a bit, smiled and handed him the headphones.
He pressed it to his ear again and Dean pressed the play button.
" It's your destiny,
To get the Devil out of me."
Castiël swallowed, certain his face was impassive.
"Interesting songs." he said levelly. "Will you go out?"
Dean nodded fervently. "Then take your music along. Your allowed."
Another radiant smile. "Thanks doc!" Castiël hurried back to his office. He had a call to make, and things to arrange.