29.- Doing something sweet
Teaching humanity to Cas was a task Dean was willing to embrace professionally.
But since that first night when they both fell asleep curled up together, it was getting harder and harder to keep the 'professional profile'.
Of course it all started with simple tasks, like getting dressed or brushing their teeth. Dean found out that it was easy to do everything with Cas, so he could learn through observation and the man didn't waste his time.
Days passed and Dean and Cas were barely few times apart. Just for necessary stuff. The former angel even joined the brothers during hunts, so the hunter could look after him and vise versa. One morning, while Sam was doing some research on the town public library, Cas woke up and went to the men's room, where Dean was having breakfast.
"Hello, Dean."
"Morning sunshine, coffee?" Dean asked with a big grin on his lips.
Castiel nodded and looked for a piece of bread, when he found it, he helped himself with a jam toast.
"Look at you, all pro." Dean teased, getting closer. He ran his hands through Cas's hair. "What is going on here, uh? Your hair is so oily, are you washing it in the way I told you?"
"Yep." Castiel said, giving a bit to his toast. "But for some reason it gets like that really fast... oh, and there is some white stuff, like dust, but thicker."
Dean nodded and got even closer, looking at Cas's hair. "Alright, we're gonna have to take a shower buddy." The former angel gave him a questioning look, but the hunter remained serious. "Let's take the chance now Sam is not here and won't do weird questions."
Castiel finished his breakfast an followed Dean to the room's bathroom.
It was almost weird how comfortable they felt being naked in front of each other. Dean got in first, and when the water temperature was fine, he called Cas in. The former angel tested the temperature with his toes and then, walked in, getting used to the water pressure.
Dean put a generous amount of shampoo in his hand. "Alright, Cas, turn around." Castiel looked at him alarmed and confused. "I won't... just do it."
Castiel did as he was told and suddenly, he felt Dean's hands massaging his skull with circular motion. "Can you feel that?" Dean asked. "You've gotta do it with your fingertips not with your nails, and gently. This stuff could clean a freaking airplane, so there's no need to go all kamikaze on it. Gotcha?"
Castiel nodded and closed his eyes. He made a slight movement to keep washing his hair by himself, but Dean just continued. "Alright, buddy, now wash it off and we are done."
Castiel turned around. He removed all the product from his hair and washed his face to look at Dean, then he reached for the shampoo bottle. "Now is your turn."
Dean adopted a defensive position. "Not happening."
"But... come on, let me do something for you, besides don't you wanna see if I learnt correctly?" Castiel asked with an innocent face.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned around. Cas got on his tip toes and washed Dean's hair gently. They both walked outside and got dressed.
A small cream pot rested on Sam's night stand and Castiel got curious. He read the labels and opened it to smell his content. Dean watched him closely, amused.
The former angel took a bit between two of his fingers and studied his texture. He looked at Dean and walked closer. He put a bit on his fingertips and when he reached for the hunter's face, he stepped back "What the hell?"
"It says here that is good for your skin. Come on, it's just a bit and the texture is really nice."
Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel ran his fingers carefully through the man's face. Dean couldn't help but laugh. It was that or kiss him and they can't do that, Sam could show up at any minute. But he took a bit of cream in his fingers. "Come on, if it's good for my skin is good for yours too."
Castiel laughed and they both played around a bit with it. Castiel finally put the tap on it and he spread the last bit on Dean's face. He was about to walk away to return it to its place when Dean's hand on his wrist, stoped him. "Why are you so sweet to me, angel?"
"I could ask you the same question." Castiel replied.
Their eyes locked. And Dean's phone rang.
A few weeks later, back in the bunker, Dean was doing the last part of the inventory to figure out how many things they've got and what kind they were. The recreation room was covered in old magazines, some science fiction books, a couple of record disc and a large variety of stuff. Castiel walked in when Dean was taking a rest and looking through some items. The former angel walked around, until an acoustic guitar called his eye. He looked at it with calm and shyly ran a finger through the wood. He caressed a cord and that called Dean's attention.
"Do you wanna learn how to play?" The man asked, already standing up.
"Do you know?" Castiel asked and his eyes lilted up.
"Well... I guess I know enough to teach you a bit."
Castiel took the guitar and Dean instructed to sit and directed him about how to place his hands. But Cas was a bit obtuse, and Dean's patience wore thin real soon. "Alright, move, I'm gonna sit with ya." He said and sat beside Cas, adopting a weird position, so now his arms were around the angel and their hands moved at once.
For some reason, the hunter was whispering and Castiel listened carefully. Dean moved Cas's hand from above and the guitar cried out a melodic sound. The former angel smiled widely and looked at Dean truly excited. Dean smiled back and they stared for a while. Without knowing how, their eyes were locked in each other's lips. Their foreheads were almost touching and Sam came to ask Dean if he wanted something from the store. Dean softly let go off Cas and kept cleaning and putting everything in order. The guitar returned to its place.
It was just when Cas was again an angel when he noticed there was something odd about the way he felt about Dean. At the beginning he thought he missed the 'human experience' but it didn't take long for him to realize that what he really missed was to be around Dean most of the time. To stay late watching movies and to laugh quietly to avoid waking Sam up. To have breakfast and learn how to play instruments, to brush their teeth or the way Dean leaned in when he cut the angel's fingernails.
Castiel decided it was time to do something, so he went to Dean's bedroom, just to find it empty. The hunter was in the bathroom and by the sound coming out from it, he was brushing his teeth. Castiel decided to walk in. Dean almost choked trying to protest, but he just rolled his eyes when he realized it was Cas. The angel saw the toothbrush he wore and hesitantly took it. He brushed his teeth.
"I thought you didn't have to do all this stuff anymore." Dean said, and dried his mouth.
Castiel spit and washed his mouth. "Yes, but I... I guess I got used to it." Dean just nodded and Cas stood there in silence. "Actually, I was looking for you, because I need to speak to you. It's important... I think."
"Can it wait five minutes?" Dean asked, Castiel tilted his head and the hunter pointed at the toilet. "I've gotta..."
"Oh, right. I'll wait in your room." Castiel said and walked out.
He sat on the bed and watched his hands. It felt like eternity until Dean finally walked in, wearing the bottom of his pyjamas and the black t-shirt he was wearing that day.
Castiel looked at him, stopping on his hands, mouth and eyes. "So?" The hunter asked, snapping Cas out of his thoughts.
"It's about... I, Dean... I think there's something wrong with me. As an angel, I mean. I don't think I'm back completely." He paused, waiting for a response.
"Yeah? Like Metatron could trick you on the grace issue? You suspect is not yours maybe?" The hunter asked concerned.
"No. It's not that." The angel stood in front of his friend. Yeah, he had to solve his 'personal space' issues, but he could do that later. "I'm sure it's my grace, It's not something that you can get tricked on. But maybe it's much less than we thought initially." Dean just listened this time. Cas took a deep breath and thought carefully his next words. "I have emotions that I'm not supposed to have." He announced. "I mean... Before I started to experience some sort of... feelings towards you and other humans, like Sam or Kevin and it was ok, you were very good to me and, as we said, we went through a lot of crap together, that is... bonding, I guess. But as a human there were other... sensations in my body. Nice ones. And I noticed all of them manifested when I was with you. I didn't say anything because I thought it was just a human thing, but now... I'm an angel again and I still... I miss you when you're not around and I even feel happy when you show up or call me. And I think about you most of the time, not in a worried way, but in..."
Cas stopped because Dean grabbed his face and kissed him hard. The angel didn't reply.
"Shit, Cas sorry... You made me nervous, cuz I thought you were... confesing or something. My bad, obviously... Buddy, I'm so..."
And this time Castiel interrupted him. With his lips, if that wasn't clear. It took Dean a few seconds to get used to Cas's passion and strength, but finally he gave in and kissed back.
"This is exactly what I'm taking about, Dean." Castiel said, his eyes closed and his mouth inches apart from the man's lips. "I wanted to do that every single time you were around and when you were not. And I wondered how it would feel to be like this with you and it's so nice, but... but my vessel is a mess right now and I can barely control what is going on here."
Dean smiled widely. "You like me, you idiot. That's all. Christ, you scared me."
Castiel opened his eyes. "I think 'like' doesn't cope. It's more like... more." He said, his voice was a whisper.
"Let's just say that is just one word for it, ok?" Dean ran a thumb by Cas's cheek. He kissed him again, softer this time.
"And... do you like me?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah, I mean... that's one word for it."
