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Angelic Ever After
Chapter 14
"Well, I guess we should set up camp. Gathering firewood shouldn't take them too long," said Dean after a hollow silence.
Castiel only nodded in response as Dean walked towards a clearing and started to move debris. Castiel quickly joined him and they worked in silence for several hours. When the day started to cool is when Dean finally snapped and yelled up to the sky, sarcastically, "HEY GABRIEL! THANKS FOR THE HELP!"
"Gabriel will probably be unable to hear you," stated Castiel as he sat down on a fallen log, resting his sore back.
"Yea, thanks for pointing out the obvious Cas," retorted Dean as he joined Castiel on the log.
"You are welcome."
"You don't understand sarcasm very well do you?" asked Dean, as turned himself towards Castiel, making their knees touch.
"I know over fifty languages Dean," replied Castiel as he poked a small stick with his boot. "I have had plenty of time to master many things while locked in the tower."
"Like what?"
"Excuse me?" questioned Castiel.
Dean sighed, "What kind of things did you master while in the tower? Why were you even locked in the tower anyways? Isn't that reserved for Princesses?"
"You ask a lot of questions Dean," remarked Castiel.
Shrugging his shoulder, Dean replied, "It's a way to pass the time."
Castiel fell silent and tilted his head sideways in thought of how to answer Dean's many questions. Then he listed with his fingers, "As I have stated, I can understand and speak over fifty languages. I have mastered hand to hand combat and weaponry"
Dean snorted, "Yea, I noticed the hand to hand combat when we first met."
The brunette snorted, which the noise took Dean by surprise, "You had an angel blade. It was merely self-defense. You would have done the same."
Dean nodded. He would have pinned down Cas if he deemed him a threat; just like Cas did to him. "I can't argue that," shrugged Dean with a smile. "So what else can you do?"
"I have perfected my culinary skills; I can make breads, cakes and pies," replied Castiel thoughtfully. Then he inhaled a breath as Gabriel's words echoed through his mind 'Tell him the truth'. He licked his lips and continued, "The reason I was locked in the tower is because I am- " Dean hand suddenly shot up, silencing him.
"Hold the phone," whispered Dean. "You can make pies?"
Castiel's brow furrowed together in confusion, and slightly frightened when Dean's face broke out in wide grin. He nodded carefully, "Yes...is that a problem?"
"The best problem ever!" exclaimed Dean with childhood glee as he continued to rant, "I keep telling Sam that pie is a food group that you can have for freakin' breakfast, lunch and dinner. But of course, Samquatch doesn't listen to me!"
Castiel laughed wholeheartedly, and drew Dean to a silence in amazement. The Angel watched as the blue of Castiel's eyes sparkled a brighter blue and their shape crinkled upward. Dean licked his lips as Castiel smiled softly, "I would very much like to meet Sam."
To the other man's words, Dean good mood instantly vanished and all excitement drained from his face. "Dean," started Castiel as soon as he noticed the Angel's mood change, "I didn't mean to being him up."
Dean licked his lower lip and ran a hand over his face, "It's alright Cas. It was my fault. I was just so freaking pumped about the pies; that for a moment...I completely forgot about Sam."
"No Dean," insisted Castiel. "I was careless."
The blond Angel stood up from the fallen tree trunk, "I'm gonna get firewood, since Benny and Gabe are taking their sweet ass time."
Before Castiel could protest or even question about Dean's nickname for Gabriel, Dean's back was turned and walking away from him. His blue eyes fixed on Dean's drooped white wings as he sighed.
"Gabriel," whispered Castiel to himself, "How do you expect your plan to work when Dean doesn't want to talk?"
"Go to him as a chick little bro. Boobs can go a long way," came Gabriel's chipper voice from behind him. Castiel quickly whirled around, his eyes connected with the face of his smirking brother before he snapped. Gabriel disappeared again.
"Gabriel!" hissed Castiel, angrily. "You're impossible!"
Castiel stood up and stalked off to avoid another unwanted Gabriel appearance. He was walking through the endless sea of green, and then he entered a dusty clearing. His feet froze to the spot when his eyes crossed over something written on a very large tree. The tree was sizable enough that someone who enjoyed living in the forest could this tree their home. Castiel drew closer to the large oak so he could satisfy his curiosity about the carving that caught his eye in the first place.
The carving was a heart with the names Shrek and Fiona forever inside. In four days, Castiel fate would be sealed if he couldn't get to the kingdom of Lleh on time. He decided right then and there, he would venture to Lleh alone.
Leaving the love confession heart behind, Castiel turned and walked through the trees once more. Carefully, he hiked back the way he came, but when he stumbled across the large oak tree once more. Castiel realized he was lost but refused to admit it aloud.
Venturing back into the deep forest, Castiel twisted and turned hoping to return to some place of familiarity and not of the giant tree again. When the air around him started to cool; he knew he was lost longer than he thought originally. Orange bloomed across the sky as he fell to the forest floor in pain.
He drew to his hands and knees as the pain in his body spread like wildfire. An anguished cry escaped his throat through his lips as his gravelly voice adopted a lighter pitch, so now a woman screamed. His flat muscular chest grew breast and his waist drew in to give an hour-glass shape underneath his blue tunic.
His short black hair grew, and hung over his face as Castiel panted breathlessly, so he get use to his evening form all over again. Castiel closed his blue eyes as he rested in hopes to chase the last few traces of pain away.
"CAS?!"
Castiel flinched as Dean's voice echoed through the trees.
"CAS?! HEY MAN SAY SOMETHING!"
Castiel bit down on his bottom lip as he froze, hoping that Dean would quickly vanish.
"Cas?" came Dean's voice again, but not far behind him. Castiel jumped in surprise when something crawled over his hand. His smaller frame quickly tangled in his baggy blue tunic and Castiel rolled into a small river that he was unaware of. Until now.
His clothes clung to his skin as warm hands gripped onto his upper arms, yanking him to his feet. "Dean?" asked Castiel in his new feminine voice. "Is that you?"
"Well, you're not Cas," chuckled Dean as he stared at Castiel's cousin then he drew serious. "Do you know where Cas is? I thought I heard him screaming."
Castiel slicked back the long midnight locks as he quickly thought of a possible lie. His voice adopted several octaves higher as he did so, "Gabriel gave us both quite a fright when he appeared. He took Castiel somewhere."
"Don't even mention his name," muttered Dean as he ran a hand over his face before shrugging out of his jacket. Castiel tipped his head sideways as he asked, "Whom do you speak of? Are you upset with Castiel?"
Talking about himself in the third person just irked him but Castiel waited in silence for Dean's answer as he stomach turned uncomfortably. The blond Angel surprised for a second before plopping his heavy jacket of Castiel's shoulders. "Why would I be mad at Cas? The poor guy busted his ass helping me today while his own brother flaked out on us."
Taking another, but risky, words of advice from Gabriel; Castiel swallowed the lump in his throat before using his evening form to his advantage. He played with the hem of Dean's jacket with smaller fingers before tugging the heavy article closer to his body. "Castiel seems to think you were upset with him for carelessly mentioning your brother in your presence."
"Jeez, do all of you speak in a formal tone? Or is it the two of you?" muttered Dean aloud. "It sounds like I'm actually talking with Cas here." Castiel froze to the spot with wide eyes, thinking that Dean had just figured it out. Then he watched as Dean rubbed his face again and sighed. "No, I'm not mad at him."
Castiel licked his lips and quickly gathered himself back together before Dean actually rose to suspicion. "My apologies Dean. I will try to be less formal while speaking."
Then Castiel quickly continued before Dean could reply, "If you need anyone to speak to about any matter. Castiel is a good person to talk with."
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Dean as he just stared at Castiel. He fixed his blue eyes on the forest ground, fighting the urge to stare back in fear that Dean would be able to see who he really was.
Castiel shifted underneath Dean's stare, which seemed to startled the blonde Angel out from his spell. Dean smiled and threw his arm over Castiel's slender shoulders, "You must be freezing. Come on, let's get back to the fire."
All traces of being uncomfortable quickly vanished and irritation grew as Dean drew his evening form closer to himself. Knowing that Gabriel's plan was doomed to fail from Dean's friendliness to his woman form; Castiel shrugged his shoulders, and rolled Dean's arm off of him. Though, he did dare to glance over at the blond Angel and found an expression of surprise written all over his face.
"You have to buy me dinner first," stated Castiel as he mentally enjoyed the surprise on the Angel's face. Dean chuckled for a minute but inside his head, something seemed off. Something felt odd, but familiar. He recalled saying that to Cas not to long ago but how would his cousin heard of it?
His mind settled on Cas somehow telling his cousin about their conversation. Warmth spread throughout his body, just by knowing Cas was talking about him to his hot cousin. Perhaps, Cas was trying to be his wing man, and put in a good word.
When they finally settled into camp; Dean wordlessly offered her some food. He chewed down on his rat-on-a-stick, while he wished for a burger. As Dean chewed, he peeked out of the corner of his eye at the stunning woman, who was munching on her food just fine. "You know," started Dean. "I never caught your name."
Castiel coughed as a piece of cooked rat painfully wedged in his esophagus. His blue eyes teared as he thumped a small fist against his chest. "What was that?"
"Your name," repeated Dean, as he stared at the fire. "I never got it before."
"It's...uh..." stammered Castiel. The truth of everything balanced on the edge of his tongue. Just before he was about to spill out the truth of his identity; Castiel's mind flashed back to the heart carved in the large oak tree.
"Fiona. My name is Fiona," quickly replied Castiel as he ignored the way the foreign name tasted on his tongue. Dean nodded, instantly accepting it. "Well, Fiona, I gotta say it's nice to know the name of my savior. You saved my life and I never got a chance to thank you."
There was something in Dean's voice that made Castiel turn his head towards the blond Angel. Green eyes connected with his and drew closer by the second. Castiel licked his lips as Dean's eyes flickered down to his mouth, then back up to his eyes again. His heart pounded against his chest as anticipation and fear swirled within his stomach.
A warm hand cupped the delicate bone structure of his feminine form. Castiel shivered as warm breath danced over his mouth. His dark eyelashes fluttered shut, awaiting for the kiss that would break his curse once and for all.
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