Author's Note:

Sorry for the month hiatus, had to finish up Jar of Hearts because writing two different things made my head hurt lol. We're back though so enjoy :D


Pleasure My Angel World: Part 7

The park was peaceful, as the large family of rock stars and other worldly beings set up the picnic the dimension travellers were able to relax. Dean sat next to Castiel under a large oak tree, smiling as he watched his partner do nothing more than pluck the grass around him. "You know," he started casually as Cas piled up the vegetation next to him. "I think that's a universal thing."

"Probably," Castiel chuckled softly, glancing up at the other priest for a moment before returning his attention to his piling. "Not that that's a bad thing, though. I like the idea that people across all time and space have something in common, even if it's as simple as pulling grass."

Dean smiled and looked out across the large grassy, hilly terrain. It was beautiful, the wind blowing through the few scattered trees and making a wave across the green foliage along the landscape. The sky was the perfect blue and had just the right amount of cloud cover. Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such a perfect day. maybe it was the last time he'd been at a picnic, when they were celebrating the tenth anniversary with Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and Rufus. He missed them, he hadn't realized it much due to the unending peril they were put through, but he missed them.

"Cas," Dean trailed off, his tone a little sad, "When this is all over and we stop the void, what do we do?"

Cas let his gaze linger on Dean for several seconds before he looked back at the hills where he could see Sam climbing up to where Jet was lying. "We'll see when we get there, if nothing happens once the monsters are suppressed, if you, Sam, Jet, and I are all fine then we do whatever want."

"What do you want to do?"

"To live in a house, buy groceries, complain about petty things like how much I weigh..."

Dean laughed at Cas' list of mundane activities, "Weird how people who have to do all that crap wish life was more exciting."

"And the ones who can't want nothing more than to be boring." Cas snickered and looked over at Dean again. They shared a long, meaningful exchange without a single word spoken between them. Their gazes said a thousand more things and none of them were meant to be shared out loud.

Jet stared up at the clouds above him, arms folded behind his head, one leg crossed over the other, and a long piece of grass between his lips. He twirled it around, knocking it back and forth playfully, it was a good time to not think or do anything. He could sit there and spend his time contemplating their situation, the crap that had happened and was about to come, but what good would that do him? He had no more information in that moment than he'd had all day so why ruin a perfectly good time to be chill?

Sam walked up quietly, watching Jet as the other man turned his head casually, just looking at Sam once before looking back up at the clouds. "Hey Sam."

"Hey," Sam lowered himself down and leaned over Jet's face, a grin tugging at his lips, "What're you doing?"

"Playing that game, 'what shape is the cloud making.'" Jet smirked up at him, not at all fazed by the close proximity. Sam thought for sure he'd startle him or make him uncomfortable but no, he only did it to himself. It was weird being that close to him for some reason, Sam mentally shook the feeling off and lied down perpendicular to where Jet was. "You know I'd quote the Lion King if I could remember any of it."

Sam only scoffed softly at that, a light huff of air from his nose. "The last time I was part of a picnic we were at the cemetery..."

"I know." Jet said after a moment of silence, he rolled his head to see the top of Sam's, that mop of brown hair almost close enough to tickle his nose. Either that or it was the grass, either way it was a kind of funny angle. "You miss them? Home?"

"Sam tilted his head back, an upside down view of Jet's mostly neutral expression. "Sort of, I mean we grew up there and they were really good to us, helped raise us and everything. Yeah I miss them, but I'd much rather be here with Dean."

Jet grinned and looked up again, "Same, you and Dean are my best friends."

"If I'd have stayed back, would you have gone with?"

"No, of course not." Jet shook his head and turned to smile at Sam again, and that weird little feeling came back. It wasn't exactly bad just strange, and this time it was amplified just a touch, enough for him to notice the sensation of butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "And not just because Dean would ask me to take care of you."

Sam didn't know why Jet felt the need to add that part but it made him smile all the same. Like he was special in some way, that Jet wasn't just his older brother's best friend. "Thanks."

"You're welcome? I didn't do anything."

"Shut up." Sam sighed and closed his eyes, starting to relax about the fluttering in his stomach that reached up to his chest.

"Hey!" Castiel called to them from down the hill, "Food's ready, let's go."

Jet lifted his legs up and with the assistance of his back and abdomen muscles launched himself onto his feet without having to use his hands. He took the grass from his mouth and tossed it to the side as Sam stood and walked up next to him. "Think you're cool or something?"

"All the time, Sam." Jet grinned and started running down the hill, gaining enough momentum that when he caught up to Dean and smacked the back of his head it actually did something. He laughed as he continued on past, "C'mon Winchester!"

"OW!" Dean exclaimed loudly and immediately ran after his friend, "Get back here you obnoxious dick!"

Sam smiled, "I don't think Jet gets that he can't outrun Dean or out punch him."

"I think he knows." Cas chuckled, watching as Dean tackled Jet before they reached the picnic table.

The food was good and the company more than welcome, it wasn't only peaceful but it seemed to be therapeutic for Cas. He showed no signs of a mental breakdown and physically he appeared much better. A day off really was what he'd needed, just some time to sit with his family, wipe potato salad off his face, and drink water to help swallow something when he'd eaten too much too fast. And all the while Dean was right there with him, rubbing a tidbit of food from his nose, and patting him on the back as he half choked. Castiel couldn't have asked for a better mini-vacation from destiny.

The following few hours were meant to be spent however they wanted, some ran around the park, some flew off to do something on their own, some even went to take naps under the trees. Castiel sat looking at the different items the group had brought with in case someone got bored, the bright colours of a Frisbee caught his eye and he removed it from someone's bag. He could remember the few times he'd played with a Frisbee with his husband and Sam, before he'd gotten sick. It was a fond memory, he'd had so much fun.

Dean walked up behind him and hung off his shoulders, leaning over his back to peer at the object in his hands, "You wanna play?"

"Oh? Well I-" Cas wasn't given the opportunity to answer properly, Dean had snatched the bright plastic disc from him and started to pull him along behind.

"Come on," Dean smiled at him and Cas couldn't resist, he returned it with his own smirk and picked up his pace to walk next to Dean. "Yo! Sammy, Jet! C'mere!" Dean called out, waving the Frisbee back and forth to push his point across. It seemed to do the trick too because they were on their way over, it turned into a minor race but Jet won in the end. They were still a good distance away but Jet threw his hands up.

"Dude! Throw it!"

Those were the words that started the game, it wasn't that competitive but it did the trick to get them moving. There couldn't really be a winner or a loser, though Sam and Cas were very entertained at the number of times they made Dean or Jet sprint across the field because the Frisbee had gone out a little wider than they'd expected. Apparently they underestimated the abilities of their partners.

Evening fell and everyone meandered toward the lit up gazebo that one of the others had set up for the night. The lights were brilliant, the rest of the park was entirely dark and the fact that they were next to a decently sized pond only made it all look that much prettier. A dance floor had been set up and music played softly into the surrounding area. Dean couldn't help but smile as he watched the lights flicker on the water's surface, from where he was he could see Castiel's reflection and all the glow in the area around him made it look like he was some kind of an angel all his own.

"Everyone has to dance tonight," The lead singer insisted that evening, everyone would have to dance at least once. Dean and his travelling companions weren't exactly in the dancing mood, per se, so they thought that maybe they'd get away with sitting quietly and watching. They had really tired themselves out during their Frisbee 'match' and each was hoping they'd be able to sit it out, you know, since they weren't really part of the big family.

They under estimated the stubbornness of the other Castiel.

Dean was really enjoying the evening, sure the music wasn't exactly to his liking but everyone else seemed to love it, even his other self. Jet was slumped in his chair, head hung back and arms dangling at his sides, his long legs stretched out in no particular way in front of him. Sam sat with his elbow on their table, his cheek resting on it as he watched the dancers with a quiet appreciation, some of them were really good. Castiel had a similar expression on his face except part of him really wanted to ask Dean, of course he hesitated which gave an opening for the other Cas to pop up next to them.

"You guys are seriously missing out, and because you've spent the whole night doing nothing I'm going to force you onto the dance floor." He smiled wickedly and pulled on his counterpart. "Up you get, you and Dean are partners, Sam you're with Jet."

"For what?" Jet lifted his head up, one eyebrow raised curiously.

"A contest, you four will compete to see which team did it better." Cas hauled the priest out of his chair and off to the dance floor.

Dean smiled a little and shrugged, "Well might as well go along with it, right?"

"I guess." Sam glanced at Jet sheepishly, not sure if he should be excited or worried. But Jet had this smile, one that made him want to trust whatever outcome might be the result of their attempt.

They hadn't expected the grandiose tactics that this other Castiel liked to employ, the dance floor transformed from a make-shift gazebo space to a full on ballroom sized spectacle, the gazebo itself had seemingly grown larger though from the outside it didn't look any different. Dean snorted back a laugh, "Kinda like Doctor Who."

"Doctor what now?" Cas looked at him, brow furrowed.

"Uh... never mind." Dean took Castiel's hand and led him to their supposed side of the room, "You know how to dance?"

Cas shrugged, "You saw me on stage with the other me, right?"

"Yeah," Dean smiled and gave Cas' hand a squeeze, "But I mean not copying, you'll have to keep up."

"Shut up, Dean. I can do it just fine, you'll just... have to lead." There was a light blush on his cheeks, it was subtle and barely there but Dean could see it. "I mean... you've danced before right?"

"Sam and I were signed up for dance stuff as we grew up, Ellen had signed her daughter up for it and figured there was no harm in adding Sam and I." Dean laughed as he pulled Cas closer, "For some reason we were totally cool with it."

"Weird, considering how macho you see yourself now." Cas giggled, the blush deepening.

"Hey now," Dean's voice was soft and so intimate, he loved watching how dark the red could get in Castiel's cheeks.

Sam and Jet stepped over to their side and looked at one another, they were a good few feet apart and the awkward feeling started to set in. Jet glanced over at Dean and Cas and saw how close they were already, "Shit... we're goanna lose this one."

Sam turned to look and frowned, "Do you know how to dance, Jet?"

"I'm pretty good at solo stuff but I've never danced with someone else." Jet shrugged and tried to loosen himself, he didn't expect Sam to grab his arms and take charge. They were basically the same height so it wasn't awkward, actually Sam had gotten a bit taller. Jet hadn't noticed before but now it seemed so obvious, Sam's body had decided to continue growing which wasn't all that uncommon. Some guys were only done after they turned 25. "What are you-"

"You don't know how to lead so I will," Sam smirked at him, "You got a problem with that?"

Jet face was a little tense but he shook his head, "No, I guess not."

"Good, because I'm not letting my brother take this without a fight." Sam looked back over at Dean competitively and it just made Jet laugh.

The first song that played over the speakers sounded old school and Dean recognized it as a song by Queen, Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Upbeat and something they could swing to, immediately the two brothers led their partners, Dean had a bit of trouble at first but Castiel picked up the rhythm and steps fairly quickly. They looked at one another with awe as they danced and moved together as one person. Their relationship as partners of the Faith probably had something to do with it but Dean didn't see it that way, they really were a good pair. Sam and Jet on the other hand weren't exactly in any formation but that didn't make them bad, just different. Sam would lead but Jet had his own ideas, more of a spontaneous type than the one that'd follow a set of rules. Sam knew that leading Jet wouldn't be easy so instead of stubbornly trying to force his friend to do the steps he expected, he altered his own to match. It wasn't so much as one of them led the dance, they just flowed together.

The more the seconds passed the less Sam could focus on the competition, on beating Dean. He started to realize the brown eyes watching him weren't going to look away, that the smile on his dance partner's face was there for him, and that the more they danced the more it seemed like Jet had been in control the whole time. Sam could feel his heart beating rapidly, a shorter breath every now and then as their bodies pressed against each other. He could feel it, the subtle ways Jet would angle himself just enough to lead Sam or follow Sam's lead. He could feel the motion of another person's body like he hadn't ever done before. He'd danced with people, sure, but it never got to him like this.

The intimacy between Dean and Castiel had grown to the point where they didn't notice anyone else around them. Eyes locked as they circled and moved around one another. Dean was intoxicated with the baby blues that looked just as intense as the day he'd first seen them. Piercing into his mind and soul with a simple glance, Dean remembered the way it had scared him then and it was almost funny. He'd been frightened by how strong Castiel was, just sitting there on the town's commemorative statue Dean could feel it from across the street.

There was more than just the one song, of course. The first being so upbeat and fun, easy to get into, the next had been chosen as a more classical, slow dancing kind of song. One where there really had to be a dominant figure in the team to carry it properly. They remained steady in who would lead, Sam and Dean respectively, but that didn't make Sam any less nervous about it. He'd grown up with Jet around, a loud, obnoxious and opinionated jerk who was best friends with his older brother. But at the same time Jet had also been caring, protective, and selfless; Sam had no idea how he felt about being the lead in their dance anymore. He'd never seen Jet follow anyone's instructions, he didn't play that role very easily and yet here he was doing exactly as Sam needed him to do. Maybe that was more of what he was doing or how he saw it.

Sam knew what the fluttering feeling in his chest was, what most people would say it meant, but he couldn't trust that could he? Just assume that maybe he had different feelings for Jet other than as a good friend? Sam had known him so long, Jet used to call him things like 'kiddo' and 'squirt,' had helped Dean clean him up when he was extremely sick, and would pick him up and throw him into cold water over his shoulder. Sam swallowed as the memory of just earlier that day came back, the shiver running through his body when Jet put his arms around him. It had been a warm and steady pressure that he hadn't experienced before. But Jet had thrown him in the water, it hadn't meant anything different to him, had it? Sam was sure that Jet was the type of person who would say so if he liked someone, he hadn't mentioned it to Sam so why would he assume differently? But did that mean that Sam hadn't felt that shudder at Jet's touch? Did he like Jet-

No, it was just a surprise, he hadn't felt anything different than normal Jet just surprised him. Sam decided firmly that it was nothing more than an admiration for his friend. He'd seen part of Jet's past in his mind back in the other world, he'd witnessed Jet's self-sacrificial thoughts for Sam's safety, the only reason he was feeling this way was because he'd gotten a bit closer to Jet. That was all.

"Getting a little stiff," Jet whispered in his ear, the heat of his breath making the hairs on Sam's neck stand up. "What's up?"

Sam exhaled to try and ease his nerves and shake off the way his skin had started to prickle up. "Sorry, guess I'm concentrating too hard." he replied softly, only now noticing that they were chest to chest. It had startled him, to feel the muscle in his friend's abdomen moving. He tripped up and was about to slip but Jet immediately took over and swung him down into a dip instead.

"You sure?" He looked concerned now and Sam wanted nothing more than to get some air.

"Maybe I should lie down." Sam stuttered out, and when Jet had pulled upright again he hurried out of the gazebo.

Dean and Cas had basically been holding one another as they spun around the dance floor, it was a beautiful sight, so simple and flowing that they hardly seemed to put an effort into it. But when Dean saw Sam all but running away he had to stop it. "What happened?" It was his big brother tone and it was aimed at Jet who shook his head and followed Sam out.

"No idea, but I'll find out."

"Well you're both winners," Castiel, the singer, clapped for them and motioned for everyone else to get back out there instead of just watching. It wouldn't do any good to let the evening spoil, so he took his husband's hand and led him out to dance with everyone else, a little something for old time's sake.

"Sam?" Jet called out into the darkened park, seeing Sam's figure standing out by the pond's edge. "Hey, you okay?"

"Can you leave me alone, please?" Sam didn't look at him and his tone was distant.

Jet frowned but continued to approach anyway, "Can't do that, Sam, you know that." He crossed his arms over his chest as he stopped a little ways to Sam's right, he wasn't encroaching on personal space but he wasn't about to leave either. "So you might as well tell me what's up."

Sam was quiet and he shook his head, "No, I can't talk to you."

Jet tensed as his anger bubbled but he did his best to keep a lid on it, "What the fuck did I do?"

"Nothing. I just can't tell you." Sam sighed and ran his hand up through his hair.

"...Want me to get Dean? Or Cas?"

"I want to be alone."

"I'm not leaving you alone out here, Sam. Tell me which one to get or you're stuck with me." Jet spoke so non-chalantly but Sam could hear it, it was faint and barely there but Jet sounded so hurt from what Sam could make of it. He didn't say anything and Jet started to fume next to him. "Fine, I'll get both." He started to walk back toward the structure, "Stay there."

Sam didn't move but that didn't make it any easier to deal with the gross feeling in his chest. He was regretting it but the confusion started to really weigh on him, why did stupid emotions and feelings have to get in the way? Jet had always been an awesome friend, what was this?

Before he knew it Castiel had walked out to him, Dean stayed back by the gazebo with Jet. "Sam?" Cas placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and moved to look at his face. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I don't know how to explain it, Cas." Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes again, tears starting to well up and no amount of rubbing would make it stop. Castiel's way of addressing him had changed so much since they'd met, his tone was far more caring too and it only made him feel that much more confused as to how he saw Jet. Maybe they really did just feel closer and that was scaring him.

"Did Jet say something?" Cas started to guess considering he had nothing else to go on. Sam shook his head. "Okay, did he hurt you by accident?"

"No... Jet didn't do anything."

"Then why are you mad at him?"

"I'm not bad at him." Sam sighed angrily, "I'm not mad! I'm just... I'm so confused, Cas. He's been like a second older brother to me, he helped take care of me and he's been a best friend and I just... I don't understand what's going on. He would tell me if I meant anything more than a friend to him, wouldn't he? I know that but the way he touched me before... I know it was just to throw me into the water but I felt..."

Cas smiled and gave Sam a hug, "Calm down, I know it can be scary but there's nothing wrong with it. You don't know how you feel about him, right?"

"Yeah..." that about summed it up.

"Well you can't push those things, your feelings can be complicated and since you've known him for so long it could really take a while for you to figure it out. Whatever they end up being I want you to remember that no matter what he'll always be there, he's your friend and he's your family okay?" Cas rubbed Sam's back and leaned away, grinning at the little smile on Sam's lips.

"Okay, thanks Cas."

"No problem, no go over there and tell him you're sorry."

"I hurt him, didn't I?"

"He's a little upset," Cas pinched his fingers to indicate the level of emotion on that one but Sam knew he was being kind about it.

"Right, I'll get to him." Sam sighed with a laugh, "Thanks again Cas," he leaned forward in a hug again, squeezing Castiel gently before running up to the gazebo. Jet was standing off to the side with Dean, arms still crossed and looking a tad pissed off. That was normal for him though, his neutral face usually looked kind of mad. "Jet?"

He looked up, a glimmer of something Sam couldn't quite pinpoint but he decided not to focus on it. "You feeling better?"

"Yeah," Sam went to him and wrapped him a hug too, surprising him enough that he hadn't quite managed to uncross his arms. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you that way."

"Hey, it's okay." Jet wriggled his arms free and put them around Sam in return, it was a strong hug like always but Sam noticed it felt a little more timid. "We're cool, alright?"

"Okay," Sam grinned as he looked at Jet again, that ugly feeling gone and the look of pain faded from Jet's face.

Dean and Cas looked at each other and smiled, clearly they could see something the other two were missing.