Oh, yeah, everything is unbeta'd. All my mistakes are my own. Also, didn't do quite as many re-reads and edits so there will probably be more mistakes than usual.
Disclaimer: Kripke owns all Supernatural characters. I'm only borrowing them.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel - very graphic. This is my first attempt at something like this because this muse wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think, constructively.
Overall Warnings: Rated M for swearing, graphic sexual content with S and M undertones, implied forced sexual torture and other adult subject matter.
Chapter 29 – The Psychic
Sam blinked in surprise at the unexpected turn of events then moved over to the phone on Bobby's desk while Dean snarked lightly, "Not exactly the time for a booty call, Sammy. Tell her that you'll have to call her back after you clear it with all your boyfriends."
Sam glared at his older brother as he picked up the phone and snapped back, "At least, I still have girls calling me. Because, even though these guys might be current Bosom Buddies, I'm not married to any of them. Can you say the same?" He smiled tauntingly then felt an intense bolt of curiosity when Dean's face lost color, only to redden seconds later. Off to the side, he heard Gabriel snicker while the archangel turned away to hide his laughter, moments too late. He couldn't fight the feeling that he was seriously out of the loop once again.
Dean growled under his breath then turned and head out of the room, stating, "I'm getting something to eat."
"That's right," Sam snarked again. "Now that you're married, you don't have to watch your girlish figure anymore." He flinched when he heard his name echoed by Dean and through the phone by a vaguely familiar voice.
Meanwhile, Gabriel grinned wildly while he stated enthusiastically, "Oh, P90X is the perfect wedding gift for you. I'm so going to get that now!"
He moved to snap his fingers when he heard Castiel snapped warningly, "Gabriel!" But he quickly switched focus to yell out, a bit too late, "Dean, no!"
Dean swung at the archangel, only to find his hand caught by Castiel who quickly switched places with Gabriel. Castiel stared down at Dean meaningfully and enunciated slowly in a very low voice, "Stop hurting yourself or I will knock you out in an instant and you will not wake up any time soon."
Dean sneered angrily and yanked his hand away but Castiel held firm. Castiel warned one last time, "Dean."
Dean fought hard against his body reacting to Castiel's firm hold, controlling him. He so didn't want to feel this right now and the fact that he was even remotely sensing this arousal caused him to become even angrier. These damn hormones were a real bitch.
Bobby growled out in warning as well, "Calm down, boy, or I will turn you over my knee and your angel there will help me."
"Are you sure he'll fit?" Gabriel snarked easily. "After all, you are kind of short and he is, and has grown, rather . . . larger-ish, especially in certain places."
Dean growled again but Sam purposefully made the phone click loudly as he hung it up. Sam looked meaningfully at Dean and related solemnly, "That was Missouri."
"Missouri?" Dean repeated with disbelief. "As in the small scary woman who keeps wanting to hit me with a spoon Missouri? The psychic?"
"Yep," Sam answered smugly. "That would be the one."
"Well?" Dean prodded after waiting for what he thought was a long time for Sam to continue but Sam didn't. Sam arched an eyebrow in silent question with a hint of mocking in his expression. It was obvious that Sam wanted Dean to drag it out of him. Dean glared at him hard enough to decimate his younger brother, that is, if he had the telekinetic skill to do it. Finally, Dean bit out through clenched teeth while his whole body shook with irate frustration, "Is. She. Going. To. Help. Us, damn it?"
"Man, are you uptight," Sam observed calmly, knowing that he was irritating an angry grizzly. He was, after all, Dean's little brother and it wasn't like Dean wasn't owed a ton of payback over the years for limitless harassment. "You know, I'm beginning to think that you actually need to get laid. What's it been? Almost a year now. Quite a dry spell you have going there. Maybe you aren't all that anymore." Gabriel slammed a palm to his forehead at the first sentence and quickly blinked out of the room for less than an instant, only to reappear laughing hysterically.
Bobby dropped his head down to the desk in obvious resigned frustration at the immature people he was dealing with while Dean's face resembled a very ripe beet. It physically could not get any redder. No one present knew whether it was because of immense embarrassment or apocalyptic anger. Castiel only stared at Sam stoically.
"Of course, to do that, you'd have to quit hanging around Cass so much. People already think you're overcompensating for being gay. With Cass at your side, well, no wonder the girls are ignoring you more. Or are you going for a menage a trois? Not really sure that's done with guys, though. Or angels, for that matter," Sam continued on a roll, leaving the others wondering if he'd become possessed because his current teasing was so out of character for him.
"Wouldn't know, Sam," Dean snarled tightly, finding his voice finally. "Why don't you ask your three boyfriends and let me know? Or, better yet, don't, because I don't have any interest in anything remotely like that. Now snap out of it and tell me if she's going to help us or not."
"Sam," Bobby added with quiet menace, completely at his wit's end currently. "Answer the damn question."
"Fine," Sam huffed irritably, objecting to his fun being taken away yet again. "She said that it depends on Dean and that she will explain that condition when she gets here. She also said that she wants 'our' angels to escort her here because she doesn't trust the 'Odd Couple' one little bit."
Dean immediately called out with a question in his voice, "Cass. Could you? She's in Lawrence."
"Of course," Castiel answered emotionlessly, "We will return shortly." With that, he and Gabriel disappeared.
"What the hell was so freakin' hard about telling us that, Sam?" Dean snapped irately, desperately trying to hold back his enormous frustration over every freakin' thing in the universe right now.
"Boy, someone's sure on their time of month," Sam snarked under his breath as he sat down on the couch. Of course, both men still heard but he didn't care as he continued to complain, "Talk about bitchy."
Dean started to respond but Sam quickly shut him down, observing smugly, "Not so much fun when it's being done to you, now is it?"
"That what all this is about? Payback?" Dean exclaimed incredulously.
"No, it's about you keeping your damn secrets again," Sam gritted out with helpless frustration.
"Oh, like you don't," Dean countered angrily.
"Not as much as you, Dean, and you know it," Sam argued hotly as he shot to his feet to tower over his older brother.
"That's it. I'm out of here," Dean gritted out, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere with Sam right now and, as hot as he was, he was about to start swinging again. He turned to head toward the kitchen again to get away from his irritating brother. He was still hungry but knew he couldn't eat right now. Besides, Castiel and Gabriel should be back soon which would provide a distraction, or, at least, more people to swing at.
"Dean," Bobby called out firmly.
Dean returned irritably over his shoulder, "Only going to the kitchen to eat. No need to call out the guards."
"Shouldn't you ask your master first?" Sam taunted mockingly. "He might get mad, if you don't. Or do you like being punished? Is this one of your many kinks? Not that I really want to know that."
"What the . . . Know what, Sam," Dean relented with barely controlled ire. "Bite me."
"With the collar you're wearing, I'd say you've already been bitten which makes you the bitch now," Sam mocked calmly.
"What the . . . You jealous or something?" Dean snarked back tightly. "I'm sure that Gabe could hook you up, if it means that much to you."
"Hardly? And, Gabe? Not in this lifetime," Sam dismissed instantly. "No, Dean, I'm just pissed that you have to always do this to me. That you always keep me out of the loop. I am a grown man, in case you haven't noticed. I'm not some little kid so you don't need you to protect me anymore, man."
"Oh, I've noticed, Gigantor," Dean emphasized meaningfully. "It's been really hard to miss considering you tower over me now. How that happened I'll never know? Should've put some freakin' bricks on you when you started to catch up to me."
"So tell me what the hell is going on with you, Dean?" Sam demanded insistently.
"He has a point, Dean," Bobby argued firmly, entering his position in this argument.
"Aw, hell, not you, too, Bobby," Dean groaned with distress.
"Dean, you know I love you two like sons but you're a real ass, especially when you are hiding stuff, like you are now. And things always get progressively worse the longer you hide it. Now, how about you let us in on what exactly is going on here so that we can deal with it together before all Hell breaks loose again?" Bobby counseled sagely. "Literally."
"Yeah, you can start with the real reason for the collar," Sam prodded quickly.
"Cass told you the real reason," Dean answered honestly, even if it wasn't exactly on point.
"Uh huh," Bobby commented with obvious disbelief. "Exactly what kind of side effects need an angel engraved collar around your neck, boy?"
Dean stared at them with a slightly mulish expression but didn't immediately answer them. He wished that Castiel was there so that there could be a distraction from this integration. Surprisingly his phone rang out, "Reach out and touch faith." He fought to keep the slight smile off his face over the sudden lucky coincidence while he reached for his cell phone.
Sam questioned sarcastically, "So, Dean, tell me . . . have you reached out and touched faith with 'your own Personal Jesus', in the form of Castiel? Is this what all this is about? Did you two finally get together? Is this the freaking out aftermath, because that I could at least understand coming from you."
Dean froze for a moment at the dead on accurate barb. His phone continued to play Castiel's song, which Dean secretly thought was very fitting, as he tried to figure out a comeback since he was still stubbornly trying to avoid the inevitable. He guessed that he took too long when he heard the rustle of feathers nearby. He glanced over and saw Castiel appear. His phone stopped ringing but his gaze was captured by Castiel's. Too many memories and sensations flowed through their bonded gaze.
"Oh, for the love of . . .," Sam expelled in excessive exasperation. He even threw up his arms in obvious frustration. Bobby sighed heavily over this missed opportunity but there was nothing that they could do about it now. Sam, however, objected vehemently to being left out again and commanded firmly, "Oh, no, you don't. Quit the damn eye-sex right now. Cass, tell me what the hell is going on."
Castiel blinked in surprise at the underlying ire directed toward him and glanced at Sam before returning his gaze back where he wanted it, toward Dean. However, he did answer the question easily, "Missouri had to gather up a few things. I thought that you might want to know what was taking so long. When Dean didn't answer his phone, I, uh, became . . . concerned."
"Concerned why?" Bobby prodded intrusively, honing in on the opening.
Castiel cast a quick glance at Dean who gave him a slightly irritated look in return but Castiel got the message. He answered hesitantly, "Dean has been having some . . . health issues lately."
"Like what?" Bobby stubbornly continued to pry.
"Some, um, abdominal pain, swelling, and, uh, . . . blackouts. I wanted to make sure that the collar was still working to keep these things . . . under control," Castiel explained uneasily.
"You've been blacking out, Dean?" Sam started with underlying ire that Dean could tell was swelling to the surface.
"Sam," Dean cajoled calmly, trying to stave off the impending explosion. Too little, too late.
"And you didn't tell me!" Sam exploded loudly.
"Or me," Bobby added with an enormous amount of disappointment. "Damn it, Dean."
"It's not like that," Dean argued loudly.
"Then what is it like, Dean?" Sam snapped irately. "Really. I want to know. How is this different than the Lucifer visions that you nailed me for not too long ago?"
Dean glanced at Castiel, searching his mate and his mind for some kind of inspiration that didn't involve telling the truth because there was just way too much to tell now. Why was it that the longer a secret was kept, the harder it got to tell it?
"Can't we all just get along? What's with all the sour pusses? The Calvary has arrived to save your asses. Again. Why don't I hear rejoicing?" Gabriel questioned with excessive exuberance as he appeared with Missouri in tow. He quickly snapped her bags into the guest room then moved on to what was going on. "Did Tweedle Dumb try to sing or something?"
"They are concerned about Dean's health," Castiel related vaguely.
"What's to be concerned about? As Humpty over there said earlier, you have the best medical staff on Earth right here. If we can't put Humpty back together, well, that's not really a possibility. Even Dr. Sexy couldn't do any better," Gabriel counseled glibly.
"Maybe, but he's a helluva lot sexier," Dean snarked back, unable to help himself. After all, it was Gabriel so he had to. Right?
Gabriel arched his eyebrows and taunted knowingly, "You may think that about me but what about the rest of the God squad? Hmmm?" Gabriel's eyes shot to Castiel before quickly switching back to check out Dean's reddening face as Dean glared at him ferociously.
Missouri knew she had to break this up quickly before things got out of hand so she moved toward Sam as she greeted him warmly, "Sam." She embraced him in a comforting hug while he returned her greeting and hug. "It's so good to see you again," she admitted graciously.
"You, too, Missouri," Sam replied with a warm smile on his face.
When they broke apart, she turned toward Dean and he involuntarily stiffened. She ignored that and smiled then greeted, just as warmly, "Dean." She moved toward him, only to stop suddenly at his reaction.
Dean nodded slightly and returned the greeting warily, "Missouri. Good to see you again." When she moved toward him, he automatically took another step back and his hands twitched as he fought the impulse to bring his hands up defensively. It was all instinctual but he did know it was happening. He just didn't stop it.
Missouri frowned in confusion and questioned, "What's wrong, Dean?"
"Nothing," Dean denied defensively but couldn't stop himself from admitting, "Just not in the mood to be hit with a spoon, or anything else for that matter."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Missouri wondered with a hint of exasperation.
"Nothing," Dean evaded dismissively and quickly changed the subject. "So you gonna help us or what?"
"Well, that depends," Missouri evaded calmly.
"Depends on what exactly?" Dean demanded impatiently.
"On you," Missouri stated pointedly.
"Yeah, so I heard," Dean started then questioned uneasily, "Sam told us that. He also said that you'd explain because I don't have a clue what you mean by that."
She stared at him a moment then strongly suggested, "You're hungry, aren't you? I bet you all are. How about you come and help me in the kitchen while the angels keep the others in here?" She moved to the kitchen and, as she walked by him, she warned him meaningfully in a low voice, "We need to talk."
After she walked by him, he glanced at Sam who obviously wanted to join in then he looked at Castiel who nodded. With that he turned and entered the kitchen. He walked up to Missouri where she stood against the cabinet on the far side of the kitchen then stopped and waited. He heard the doors close firmly behind him and knew that Castiel was on guard duty.
She stared at him a moment then slapped him upside of the head which was quite a feat considering the difference in their relative sizes. He complained loudly, "Ow! What was that for?"
"That was from Ellen," Missouri related then added calmly. "Pamela did agree with her, though, so you could say that it was from both of them."
"What? Why? What did I do?" Dean argued loudly.
Missouri glared at him and related intently, "Ellen also sent you a message. She seems quite concerned about you. She wants to tell you – 'If you don't tell someone how bad it really is, she'll kick your ass from beyond. You have to trust someone again, eventually.'*" [Canon, from Season 7 Episode 7: "The Mentalists"]
Dean stared at her in shock and she sighed heavily, "You always do things the hard way, Dean. Always have. But you don't have to do it that way anymore. You need to tell them and tell them now."
Dean quickly gather his composure and clarified vaguely, playing dumb, "Tell who what?"
Missouri narrowed her eyes at him and warned solemnly, "Don't play me, boy, or I will hit you with a spoon." She closed the distance between them but he stood his ground this time. She lightly cupped his cheek and urged with soft strength, "You know what I'm talking about Dean." With her other hand, she lightly touched his stomach and continued, "They need to know. They need to know what's coming. Or they won't be able to help."
It took a lot for Dean not to flinch at her hand on his cheek, much less the one on his stomach. This was part of the reason he didn't want her to touch her, besides the fact that he just didn't want to be touched by anyone right now. He remembered how she could read people better when she was in physical contact with them.
The baby kicked right where her hand was and he couldn't hold back the flinch this time. He kept his eyes glued to her face and felt himself relax unconsciously over her soft smile. He honestly had no clue what to think about it, though.
Suddenly, his exhaustion weakened him and he swayed slightly. He shook his head and turned away while he moved to the nearest chair and sat down heavily. He placed his head in his hands with his elbows on the table. He sighed heavily and felt Missouri sit down beside him.
She gently patted his knee and questioned softly, "What is so bad about telling the truth?"
He scoffed humorlessly, "Seriously? Where do I start?"
Missouri leaned back and prompted reassuringly, "At the beginning, normally." Dean scoffed again then shook his head, completely overwhelmed. Missouri frowned heavily and pried firmly, "What is so hard about this, Dean?"
He glared at her and pointed out harshly, "You know what you felt. You know what that means. Do you know where it came from?"
She sighed heavily and nodded while she answered honestly, "I touched him, too. Are you concerned that he doesn't . . ."
He interrupted quickly, not wanting her to finish that statement because it felt way too chick-flicky. He pointed out with warning, "Then you know what this is and what they will do when they find out." He paused slightly before he admitted in a soft voice, "I already have the memory involving one of my children being killed in front of me and I've completely lost one that I adopted. I can't . . ."
He expelled a heavy breath then segued to continue, "I can't fight them all and . . . if I tell them, any of them," he motioned to the closed doors with his head, "they will die with me. I can't . . . I already lost each one of them at least once. I don't want to do any of that again. I won't be the reason for it, either."
"Do you really think that they won't give their lives anyway?" She counseled wisely. "Wouldn't it be better to inform them of what they were facing and why? How many times have things turned badly for you boys because of not enough information?"
He closed his eyes briefly in acknowledgement of the wisdom imparted but he still couldn't do what she was asking. He stared at her mulishly which caused her to sigh and stand. She walked over to the refrigerator while she continued to advise him, "Things generally aren't as bad as anyone thinks it is, especially when we don't give people that we love enough credit."
She got out all the fixings for sandwiches to which his stomach growled. She smiled slightly at him and got busy fixing sandwiches. She hummed softly to herself while she worked. She intentionally let him think for a while.
After a few moments, she asked casually, "So what are you going to do if you don't tell them? After all, the angels already know there's something special in you. Literally. As do the demons." Dean flinched in acknowledgement then sighed again.
"You know, that angel of yours won't let you go that easily," she cautioned, "and the bond that you now have with him will help him find you, in spite of the sigils. What are you going to do about him?"
Dean thought for a moment then brainstormed with soft reluctance, "I could break it."
She paused and stared intently at him then verified solemnly, "Could you really? Knowing that it could kill him? Or you, and in turn, the whole purpose you have for doing it? What if you are trying to save dies in the process?"
Dean stared at her a moment then his eyes dropped back down to the table. Both of them knew the truth. He really didn't have it in him to kill Castiel that way, much less their baby. He closed his eyes at his final acceptance of what was deep inside of him.
His eyes snapped back open at the sound of a plate being set before him. He saw the sandwich and drink then moved his eyes to stare into Missouri's concerned eyes. She finally explained solemnly, "I will help you, Dean, but there is a catch."
"There always is," Dean commented under his breath sarcastically.
She smiled slightly at the observation then elaborated, "Pamela is going to tell me how to do the summoning but you have to be honest before she will tell me anything."
He stared at her in shock then exclaimed hotly, "What? Are you kidding me? What the . . . Look, I know you don't like me but . . ."
"What do you mean I don't like you, boy?" She demanded irately. "You'd better calm those hormones down right now and talk to me."
"Oh, come on," Dean continued aggressively. "You were all over Sam last time. Holding his hand, consoling him and doing all that chick flick crap but me . . . me you kept threatening and harassing. You were basically 'Mommie Dearest' without the coat hanger."
"And you just answered that question yourself," she interrupted pointedly then continued forcefully. "You don't do hand holding or any of that. Sam needed that but you don't do that, unless it's with a one-night stand. Or your angel. You wouldn't have responded to me doing any of that and we all know it."
She paused to calm herself then explained calmly, "Besides, I didn't set down the terms. Pamela did, although I do agree with her, as does Ellen . . . and Mary."
She waited a moment in reverence and allowed it to sink in. She saw the color drain from his face but pressed on, knowing she had to get it all out now before he stopped listening all together, "We all know how much these secrets tear you up inside. It's not healthy and we are all worried about you, Dean. Just like the people inside that next room."
He closed his eyes and lowered his head to his hands again. He rubbed a hand over his face then looked up at her. He asked with a hoarse rasp, "M-Mom . . . Mom knows? How much? Everything?" The color drained from his face over that last thought.
Missouri looked at him kindly and reassured him, "Your mom knows . . . enough. She always felt that angels were watching over you, remember? But that's not the point right now. The point is that she just wants you to be happy. We all do and you will never be that as long as you continue doing what you are doing. That's why Pamela made the condition that she did."
He huffed irritably, "You don't know what . . . I can't . . . son of a . . ."
"Don't you cuss, boy," she snapped abruptly. "Those are the terms and I cannot change them, even if I wanted to, because I don't know how to do this. I am just a conduit for Pamela so it's all up to her."
"And she's owed payback. Just like everyone else," Dean muttered under his breath with weary resignation.
"Stop that," She ordered then warned, "Don't make me get my spoon, boy."
Dean stared for a moment then prodded with uncharacteristic concern, "Tell me that you didn't bring it with you."
She arched an eyebrow and countered with firm, "What do you think?" He flinched unconsciously and subsided slightly. She patted his bicep and suggested with strong gentleness, "Eat. Everything is a little easier to handle on a full stomach."
She rose and headed over to the other sandwiches, announcing, "I will feed the others and give you some time."
He stared after her and watched her lift up the sandwich plate. When she turned to take them into the other room, he clarified softly, "How honest?"
She eyed him with slight amusement and answered truthfully, "She will probably give me a little for each truth you admit to but it will probably take all of it before she's done." She continued out of the room, leaving him to stew in his own juices.
She opened the closed doors and announced loudly as she swept into the room, "Sandwiches anyone?"
He sighed and focused on his food because he really was hungry. He took a bite as he heard Sam demanded, "Where's Dean?" He rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Eating," she answered easily. "Give him a moment. I'm sure he'll be in as soon as he finishes."
He really hoped that she would keep Sam away from him for a little while at least while he mulled over the situation, looking for any possible out. He continued to eat as he thought it over. He really couldn't figure out how else to get the information. He also couldn't figure out why it was so hard to admit to any of this.
In the middle of his pondering, he felt someone sit down beside him. It was only then that he realized that he'd been focused on the table in front of him while he'd been lost inside his mind. He glanced over and saw Castiel.
Immediately, he felt warmth spread through him and fought to keep the smile off his face. He really wished he knew what to make of all this but he honestly didn't know. Was this only the demon-bond thing? Or had he always felt like this?
He thought back and realized that he had actually always felt something in the presence of this angel. At first, it was gratitude and awe, especially when he had seen his wings in that old barn so long ago. It changed to frustration quickly but he still felt the power that had saved him from Hell and the constant gratitude that something so pure had risked so much to save the awful thing he'd become.
After Castiel sacrificed himself for them that first time in Chuck's house, Dean had felt a connection with the angel that was more along the lines of best friend. But was that all that was there? Or was that all that he had allowed himself to feel, much less think?
He remembered the devastation over Castiel's last demise, even if it had never happened. He remembered the deep abiding pain and knew that he'd felt a lot more for this being than he'd ever admitted. Then he knew that the demon didn't matter so much. There was a reason he didn't break the bond and he wasn't the only one who had some truth to admit to.
"Dean," Castiel greeted easily. "Are you okay?"
Dean chewed his last bite down and swallowed before he answered honestly, "Yeah, just really hungry. You?"
"I am fine," Castiel replied easily then asked curiously. "What did Missouri say?"
Dean took another bite and chewed slowly while he chewed up what he wanted to say in his mind. He swallowed again and admitted honestly, "She will help me but can only do it if . . . I tell Sam and Bobby the truth. Wait a minute. Isn't this spell in the spell books?"
Castiel stared at him a moment then stated patiently, "Dean, if you try to get out of what is required, it will make this messier than it needs to be. You know that. Because that's what happens every time you do this sort of thing. Why do you think things always get so complicated?" Dean sighed heavily at the truth in his mate's words.
Castiel studied Dean for a long moment before he questioned hesitantly but with an underlying hint of anger, "If you were so . . . embarrassed to be with me, why didn't you break away when you could?"
Dean blinked at him and stared a moment in surprise before he insisted harshly, "It's not that."
Castiel narrowed his eyes and ignored his denial as he stated firmly, "You can still break it, Dean. Tell me where you want to go and I will take you there."
"W-W-Whoa. Wait. What?" Dean stammered in shock. "Won't that kill you?"
"Possibly," Castiel allowed as he stood. He moved up beside Dean's chair and towered over him with a hand on his shoulder then enunciated slowly but every stiff movement of his body spoke of his mate's ire, "It is not of import. I said I will take you wherever you want to go to break this. Now tell me where."
Dean tossed down what little was left of his sandwich and knocked Castiel's hand of his shoulder then stood up. He glared at his mate and demanded hotly, "Why is it up to me to break it? Huh? Why not you?"
Castiel narrowed his eyes in confusion and admitted emotionlessly, "I do not understand the question."
Dean walked toward Castiel, forcing the angel to back up against the wall by the kitchen back door. He moved in close and repeated forcefully, "Why don't you break it? After all, you are always bringing it up so you must be hoping for it to happen."
Castiel stared at him in confusion then snapped irritably, "No, I am not. I will not break it because I do not want to. You are the one who does."
Dean narrowed his eyes thoughtfully then pried with intense focus, "Why don't you want to?"
"Dean," Castiel stalled uneasily.
"Why, damn it?" Dean snarled low in his throat.
Castiel's eyes flared heatedly and he growled low in his throat warningly, "Dean."
"No, Cass," Dean gritted out harshly, fighting his instinctual arousal. "If you want to get upset over me not owning up to stuff, you cannot do this. Especially after all the other stuff you've pulled lately. You can't have it both ways. Now answer the damn question!"
"Uh, Dean," Sam interrupted uncomfortably. Dean spun around to find Sam and Gabriel standing in the study doorway. Gabriel had a huge smug smile on his face while Sam fidgeted uncomfortably. "Uh, something you want to tell me?"
Dean pinned an acidic gaze at Castiel before he snarled with irate frustration, "No!"
He stormed past the two men in the study doorway and into the lounge, muttering under his breath, "Freakin' cockblocker. First, with chicks. Now this. What the freakin' hell. How does he always manage it?" He glared at the others inside the room and really wished that he could just leave the building. He needed to be in his Impala driving off his anger until he could finally relax.
"Dean!" Castiel called out forcefully behind him and Dean swung around to glare at him. His eyes widened slightly at Castiel stalking toward him with such single minded purpose. It reminded him of the first time he'd laid eyes on the angel and all the power he projected. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't aroused now.
At the moment that their gazes locked, Castiel opened their mental bond, even as he continued to stalk to his mate. In his mind, he demanded harshly, 'Do you really want me to answer your questions, Dean?'
'Yes!' Dean hissed harshly in his mind because that question had been driving him crazy for some time now, along with the questions of why Castiel did everything that he did for them.
'As. You. Wish. Just remember. You demanded this. So do not complain about the answers you receive,' Castiel warned ominously then threw open the bond even more as he stopped directly in front of his mate.
Bright white light overwhelmed Dean's neurons while his mind tried to shut down because it was unable to process the amount of sensation flowing into it. His entire body trembled violently and he vaguely heard his name called out in concern in the background. But it was too far away to really register. Then there was nothing but the white light and the feeling of falling.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think. I have no idea what's going to happen next. Let me know if you do.
