Author's Note #1:
You guys aren't going to like me for a while...I would apologize except I know where this baby is headed lol
Chapter 9: The Awakening
The first thing Castiel noticed upon awakening was the relentless pounding in his head and the very dry mouth that he was sporting; he's not even sure that he could muster up the energy required to open his eyelids. He lay there for a minute before he realized that he could hear the faint sound of someone breathing in the immediate vicinity of his bed, this caused him to open his eyes quickly. First, he saw that his curtains were drawn, someone knew that he was going to have a hangover to deal with. The next thing he saw was Dean leaning from the armchair with his head in his arms on the edge of the bed in front of him. Castiel was at a loss. The only thing he could recall from last night was that his father called and that he sorely needed a drink. He's sure that he went to Dean's bar because he's never been to any of the other ones. But that's where everything goes a little fuzzy. He's catching little snippets of the conversation that he had with Dean and from what he gathers, he told him more than he normally would have. The question that is still ringing his head is how did he get home? Just as he was pondering this, Dean is starting to wake. What should he do?
Dean brings his head up and opens one eye, "'Mornin', Cas. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine…considering the hangover…" replied Castiel as best he could, it sounded like someone ran his throat through a meat grinder.
"Oh, here. I got this ready for you," said Dean as he handed him a glass of water and a couple of aspirin, "Figured you'd wake up and need those so I got 'em about an hour ago. I hope you don't mind."
"What are you doing here?" blurted Castiel before he could think.
"Uhhh well, I called Gabriel to come get you but he couldn't, so I brought you here. Are you hungry? I can take you anywh-"
"Ummm….no…listen, I'm sorry, but could you leave?" asked Castiel in an odd tone while visibly shaking and breathing shallowly.
"Y-yeah, sure, man. Whatever you want. I'll see you later then," answered Dean a little lamely. He promptly left the house and when he got in the car, he paused and went over what just happened and he doesn't understand why he was asked to leave. He was beyond a gentleman last night and kept everything G rated (Ok PG, he cursed once when he dropped his keys twice in a row) but other than that, nothing was weird. As he made his way home, he called up Gabriel.
"Hey, Dean-o! How's the mutton head I call my brother?"
"Well, he was knocked out for the entire ride home up until just a few minutes ago. He threw up once, good thing I stayed just to make sure he was alright-"
"Whoa! You stayed the night?" demanded Gabriel in an overly excited voice.
"Calm your horses, dude. He just kicked me out. No explanations. I didn't bother asking him why but I was wondering if you would know." Dean heard Gabriel take a deep breath on the other side of the phone followed by an almost howling exhale.
"I had a feeling this might happen. Listen, Dean, I'm sorry. I should have warned you not to stay last night."
Author's Note #2:
I would love to hear what you guys think Gabriel is going to tell Dean. I totally gave y'all a foreshadowing that Castiel has an issue with dating back in Chap 3...my poor Cas, I feel bad for everything I am putting him through. T^T Anyway, let me know what y'all think! :) Please and Thank you!