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Warning: Any peeps with roach phobia should skim through the part with la cucaracha. LOL
Dean left a flummoxed Sam with his mouth hanging open in the living room of the house the two of them had grown up in. He took off after Castiel faster than a cheetah running after a gazelle. Cas was a quick walker because Dean couldn't see the man as he started the Impala's ignition. The Winchester wiped his mouth and furrowed his brows. He must be in the middle of one of his infamous nightmares. At least this one didn't have a war setting. No, for Dean this was definitely worst. He shook his head and reversed his baby. There was no way in fucking Hell, Cas and Sam fucked last night. The very thought made bile surge up his throat. His hands shook and were clammy. His fingers sunk deeper into the steering wheel.
All of a sudden, a light drizzle descended upon the Impala. He needed to find Cas before the rain picked up. The sky turned grey and a deluge assailed the small town of Lawrence. Dean instantly turned on the windshield wipers. His eyes landed on a hunched form. He found Castiel, who was completely soaked. The buttoned shirt that comprised his cowboy costume clung deliciously against his torso. The drenched dark jeans seemed as if they had been painted on Castiel's strong runner's legs.
Dean licked his lips slowly. Okay he really needed to compose his salacious thoughts. Now was so not the time to ogle Cas. The man must be cold getting drenched under the torrential rain. Dean pulled the Impala next to the sidewalk. He lowered the front passenger window.
"Get inside, Cas." His heartbeat sped up. The fucker always looked sexier all wet. His wild hair was plastered to his scalp. Castiel ignored his request and power walked. Dean clenched his jaw.
"Get in the damn car, Cas! Don't make me go out there and carry you in. You know I'll do it!"
Castiel gave him an insolent glare. Fuck his eyes were fucking beautiful. He whispered something and entered the car. Cas opted to look out the window which he'd rolled back up instead of glancing Dean's way. Dean stretched his long form above the bench seat. He found what he'd been searching for. Dean tossed a blue bath towel to Castiel. Cas dried his hair while Dean turned on the heater.
"I'm staying at Gabriel's," Cas said.
Dean nodded. Castiel's hand reached for the radio and Dean's fingers went to lower the heater. Cas turned on the radio quickly and returned to former spot. He swallowed hard, when a spark of electricity ran through his wrist. Dean's fingers felt it too, when they touched Cas' skin.
Taylor Swift's "Blank Page" bellowed from the car speakers. Castiel's head snapped to the side in dismay. Dean's cheeks burned beet red. He rapidly unplugged the iPod from the radio. Cas arched a brow but remained silent.
Dean drove his baby into the parking lot of a flea bag motel. Castiel crossed his arms and glared at him. "Dean, take me to Gabe's right now! It's really presumptuous of you to think I am going to fornicate with you."
"I'm staying here, dumb ass. Let's get you dried up and whip you some new clothes, so you can be on your merry way." Dean exited the Impala. The former soldier ran under the heavy rain.
Castiel closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His body shivered. He was in desperate need of dry clothes. A sneeze escaped him. The blue eyed man rolled his eyes and vacated the muscle car. He jogged towards room #13 that was located in the first floor. Dean left the door opened for him.
The place looked even worse on the inside. The carpet seemed to never have been vacuumed or shampooed and the wallpaper was peeling around the edges. Castiel was afraid he'd catch something. His eyes located Dean, who was rummaging through a duffel bag. He retrieved a pair of old sweat pants and a black Pink Floyd t-shirt. Dean placed the items on the bed.
"You can change in the bathroom." He cleared his throat.
Castiel swiftly grabbed the clothing and escaped inside the tiny bathroom. He turned on the lights and scanned the dirty linoleum floor for any sign of roaches. The ugly brown creepy crawlers always terrified him since he was a kid. Once he felt the coast was clear of nasty bugs, Castiel removed the wet clothes from his body. A small metallic sound caught his attention.
He bent down to pick up Dean's dog tag. After their ugly good bye Castiel always wore it around his neck. Last night was the first time he removed it from his person. Before leaving his bedroom, Castiel fetched the dog tag from his night table. He placed it inside his jean's back pocket. Cas nervously picked up the tag and placed it on the counter. He dried his entire body and hair with a towel, he hoped was clean.
He closed his eyes, when he slid Dean's t-shirt over his head. Cas inhaled Dean's scent of leather and car as the cotton material slid down his torso. He pulled up the sweats which hung low on his hips. Castiel placed a hand over his heart. The pounding reminded him of a captured bird bumping against the cage that held it prisoner. He looked at himself in the dirty mirror. His face was pale and his eyes were huge.
Castiel turned on the faucet and was grateful the water didn't come out brown or green. He splashed water on his face for a few seconds. Cas returned his gaze to the mirror and he screeched out loud. A huge flying cockroach landed on the center of his head. He ran out of the bathroom screaming for help like a deranged banshee.
Dean dropped a beer bottle and ran up to him. "What's wrong, Cas?"
Castiel had been robbed off speech courtesy of "la cucaracha" that currently resided on his head. He crazily gesticulated towards his head.
"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Dean's green eyes were wide as saucers.
"Get it off me!" Castiel pointed at his hair.
"What are you talking about?" Dean was practically cross eyed.
"Are you fucking blind?! There's a mutant roach camping on my head!" Castiel hopped up and down.
"Oh shit!" Dean finally saw the nasty roach. "It's fucking huge." He chuckled.
Castiel narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm so glad you find my predicament so entertaining. Please get the fucker off me now!"
Dean shooed at the roach and it flew across the room. "There happy now, princess."
Castiel stuck his tongue out at Dean. "You're welcome by the way."
"I am not going to thank you until you kill it. I can't be in the same room with Super Roach!" Castiel placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Cas, you can't go back out there. The rain is still coming down hard." Dean said from across the room.
Castiel's terrified big eyes begged him to get rid of the roach. Dean rolled his eyes. He spent the next ten minutes with a combat boot at hand, running after the crafty flying roach. Cas remained against the wall with his huge eyes tracking the ugly bugger as it evaded Dean's plan of attack. The roach rested on the edge of the bed. Dean stomped the combat boot over it and its life came to an end.
Cas took a deep breath and moved away from the wall. "Is it really dead?" His voice shook. Dean glanced at his former lover and felt bad for the guy. Cas' complexion rivaled Casper the friendly ghost's paleness.
Dean grimaced upon removing the boot from the mattress. It wasn't a pretty picture. He ran into the bathroom and came out with a large wad of toilet paper. Castiel freaked even more, when the Winchester headed to the bathroom. He would see the dog tag on the counter. He ran inside as soon Dean returned to the bedroom.
Castiel gave a loud sigh of relief. The dog tag was covered by half of his wet shirt. Cas quickly grabbed the tag and pulled it over his head. Once it was nestled around his neck, he made sure the Pink Floyd shirt covered it. Dean cleared his throat. He stood at the entrance of the small bathroom. Castiel rapidly vacated the premise and allowed Dean to enter.
Cas heard the toilet being flushed. Ugh Dean must've flushed the roach's remains. Then the sound of the faucet alerted him Dean was washing his hands. The tawny haired man emerged from the bathroom. He smiled at Castiel. "I had no idea you were terrified of roaches."
Castiel rubbed his arms. "They always gave me the creeps. Their tentacles gross me out and they love dirty places."
"You are safe now, princess." Dean walked over to the mini fridge and brought out two beer bottles. He sat on the counter. "You want one?"
Castiel approached him wearily. He accepted the cold beer bottle. Dean already opened the cap for him. Cas gulped down half of the beer. He eyed the rundown room. "Dean, why are you staying in this dump? You'll catch something here."
Dean shrugged his shoulders. He peeled at the bottle's label.
"Why aren't you working for Mr. Singer?"
Dean finished all of his beer. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of a plaid shirt he changed for the wet shirt he came in earlier. "Your mother fired me before I left Lawrence. Can't say I blame her. I broke her little boy's heart. She prohibited Bobby from recommending me for any other assignments."
"So what have you been doing all this time?" Castiel hated himself for worrying over the man, who did nothing but lie to him since the moment they met. He sat on one of the dingy chairs by the eating table.
"I was able to give the down payment for a small apartment in the city…with what I earned from you know," Dean scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah from your babysitting duties," Castiel whispered.
"Cas, don't say that. That week was special for me. I never opened up to anyone like I did with you. I wasn't afraid to be the real me with you."
"Dean, please shut up. I wish not to speak of that. I am moving on and you should do the same." Castiel stood up and threw away his beer bottle. "I am sorry for my mother firing you. She had no right. I am a grown man and make my own decisions."
"Whatever…I got a security guard license and worked at a mall. Boring ass job but it helped me pay the bills. Then I heard dad's not doing well. So I decided to come home and take care of him."
"Sam's here for the same reason. He gave up law school because of it." Castiel chewed on his lower lip. The hungry kisses he shared with Sam last night swam in front of him.
"I'm going to tell him to go back to California. Kid shouldn't give up on his dream. I'll take care of the old man." Dean hopped from the counter. He sauntered towards the window. The rain stopped and the sky was clearing up.
"Thanks for everything," Castiel stated. "I need to get going. Snickers and Butterscotch must be starving and need their walk."
When he was about to open the door, Dean pounced on him. "One for the road?" Dean kissed him tenderly. Castiel reciprocated the kiss. He traced Dean's stubble covered jaw with one finger. Cas hated to see Dean looking haggard. The man had lost weight; dark circles covered his beautiful green eyes and he was in desperate need of a shave. The stubble scratched against Cas' skin.
Castiel shoved Dean away from him. He opened his eyes. "You have to tell Sam the truth about us. I do not want to lie to him. I spent half of my life hiding the true me and refuse to start something with him with lies in the way."
Dean's eyes darkened. "So you plan to keep seeing him knowing he's my brother?"
Castiel gave him the stink eye. "My dating life is none of your business."
Dean inched closer to him. "Who is the better fuck, Cas? Does he make you purr like a kitten like I did, when I was inside you? Do you compare him to God, when he makes you cum?"
Castiel slapped him hard. Dean's face swung to the side. The Winchester gave him an incredulous look. Dean held his jaw. "Tell Sam the truth or I will."
"Cas, I'm sorry. I just can't stand the thought of you being intimate with anyone else…especially my kid brother." Dean reached out to him.
Castiel turned around and opened the door. "I didn't have sex with Sam," he whispered before leaving Dean's hotel bedroom.