AN: Thanks guys, again sorry these have been short, but I'm doing what I can!
The two men keep drinking, their sobriety slipping away with each passing of liqueur.
"So…" Dean slurs a little, leaning back in his chair. "Any ladies tickle your fancy, up north there?"
"I was a priest, Dean," Cas reminds him.
"Yeah…" he nods smirking, "But you weren't always one. A man's got needs."
"Some more than others," he replies cryptically as they see Ash crossing the street with a women on each arm. Cas takes another sip, "There was one women."
"Oh," Dean sits up a bit, "Just one?"
"We can't all go from brothel to brothel, Dean," He shoots harshly, rising from his seat.
"Hey now," he holds up his hands, "And come on, it's not like you made an honest women out of her."
"No, I suppose not."
"Man, there was this one gal back in Virginia… or was it Louisiana, man she was talented." Dean chuckles wistfully, "So…" he prods the stoic ex-priest.
"What?" Cas blinks at the other man, before sighing tiredly and leaning against the balcony rail. "Her name was Amelia, she was the daughter of my aunt's house keeper and then I never saw her again." He lists, draining his glass.
"Just making sure you became a man before becoming a priest," Dean smirks.
"I'm going to bed," Cas states curtly, growing irate as he heads to the door.
"Cas," Dean rises in confusion, grabbing the dark haired man about the wrist.
"It's late Dean and I know you do not wish to waste any time in finding your father, if he's still alive that is." He adds vehemently, leaving Dean standing there in shock and hurt.
Neither of the men sleeps well that night, both too busy mulling things over in their overactive minds. It's an hour or so before dawn when Dean has had enough tossing and turning. He hops into his jeans and grabs his coat before heading out to clear his head. When he gets out the door, there is a figure sitting on the step and smoking in his jeans and open shirt.
"Hello, Dean," the familiar voice greets him.
"Of course," Dean huffs under his breath, shuffling awkwardly before sitting with the other man. Cas silently passes Dean a cigarette, "You know…" he starts after lighting his cigarette, "Damn it Cas, I'm sorry if I opened up some old wounds there, but I was just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat," Castiel intones.
"You know, I'm starting to realize that…" Dean chuckles a little, "So you gunna shoot me and get this over with?"
"I wouldn't hurt you, Dean," Cas sighs, sharing a look with Dean, "Unless you deserved it."
"That's reassuring." Dean smirks, "But I didn't mean to press."
"I didn't love her," Cas admits after a beat, exhaling smoke. "I had her, but she wanted to go west so we could marry away from my aunt's disapproval and… I couldn't." He falters, looking out over the lightening sky. "The right thing to do was make an honest woman out of her and instead of meeting her at the train; I went and took my vows for the priesthood."
Dean sits in silence, swallowing down the uncomfortable taste of relief and possible jealousy. "You think there's a little Cas running around somewhere?"
"For her sake, I hope not; but…"
Dean nods in understanding, "Love is a strange beast."
"And fear is the root."
"I dunno if I'd say that…"
"It's what I was taught… not necessarily what I believe," he clarifies. "Oh and Dean, I also apologize for my earlier comment," Cas informs him stiffly.
"Don't sweat it," Dean claps the dark haired man on the shoulder, leaving his hand there.
They watch in silence has the sun rises over the main street of the little town.
"We should probably hit the hay," Dean states, showing no intentions of moving. "We're heading out at noon and I'm sure neither of us got any sleep under our belts."
"Mhmm," Cas stays still for a beat before rising to his feet, brushing his hands over his jeans then helping Dean up.
Turning to head in, they are greeted by the sound of boots pounding the stairs. The pair come face to face with Adam, half dressed with Ash close on his heels.
"There you are, Dean we gotta move," Adam thrusts a couple papers into his hand.
"We've been spotted, man! Bobby and Rufus are rounding up the horses while Sam makes a fake trail." Ash informs them.
Dean looks down at the couple of papers with his likeness along with Sam and surprisingly Cas's, he hands them off to Castiel. "Shit, all right, we'll be down directly. Just gotta rustle up our stuff." He nods to the other men as he runs up the stairs with Cas.
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