February 17, 2007
Dean's Do-Not-Discuss List
1. Personal relationship details (sex, turn-ons, who is the top/bottom-even if you personally don't care that people know you are on top I prefer not to have that specific detail known)
2. Your angel status
3. The supernatural in general
4. Money. Bank information especially.
5. That Sam has mindfreak powers.
6. Season two onward of Dr. Who because I swear I will kill you if you ruin it for me!
Castiel folded the list back up and placed it in his shirt pocket. He was wearing a plaid button-down similar to Dean's usual method of dress, only he kept his buttoned fully and tucked into his jeans. Dean had already gone downstairs a few minutes prior, leaving Cas with a quick kiss as he finished getting ready. While the two normally weren't so chaste the walls were quite thin and Bobby had made it known that he didn't want either couple keeping him up late because of 'nocturnal activities'.
As the angel walked out of the spare bedroom and down the hall he looked around at the copious stacks of books and written papers scattered throughout the house. It was oddly comforting. It reminded him of some of the vaults in heaven, with the scribes working to record diligently every action ever taken by humans on their floating blue orb. It was wonderful work. The kitchen smelled pleasing, though not exactly appetizing-given that he had no need to eat, but it was evident that the humans present all were enjoying the fruits of Bobby's labor.
"Hey, I saved your spot." Dean smiled as he pulled out a chair for Cas directly next to him.
"Thank you." Cas responded, sitting quietly as he watched the others continue chattering. He felt awkward still over the previous day's healing and the pain it had brought Bobby. Dean rested his hand on Cas's arm as he continued eating. The spot grew warm as the angel again felt glad to have gained the love of such a man, and the touch let him know that no matter what they would be fine together.
"So Sammy, I know you did a brief demonstration yesterday with your Criss Angel powers, but I gotta admit, I think I've seen better." Dean baited Sam.
"Really? In what, X-men?" Sam replied, knowing Dean's slight obsession with the franchise.
Dean scoffed for a half second, "Now I mean, don't get me wrong, it was impressive and all, but a traffic cone weighs, what, a few pounds?" Dean barely contained a smirk as Sam's face shifted.
"Boys, come on…" Bobby warned, knowing Dean was trying to get Sam's goat now that the two were on speaking terms again.
Sam stood up and crossed his arms, staring directly at Dean. The older brother braced himself, but all seemed calm… Until his chair scooted back from the table and he suddenly was lifted a good four feet off the floor.
Jess rolled her eyes, "Sam, come on."
"No, I admit it, I deserve this." Dean replied, trying to figure out how to get down.
"So are you willing to admit you aren't the only strong one anymore?" Sam grinned as Dean slipped out of his chair and fell on his back with a thud.
"Never." Dean wheezed, "But that was pretty impressive."
**SPN**
After a full two hours passed talking about Sam and his training regiment (apparently he and Jess had been working on meditation as a couple, including a couple's Tantric Yoga course), the conversation eventually landed on the newest member of the group, Cas.
"So how exactly did you end up shacking up with an actual-as-in-wings-and-halo-wearing angel?" Bobby asked as he turned toward Dean, "No disrespect intended."
"None taken. Although your depictions of 'wings' and 'halos' are both flawed. If you were to see my true form, which is roughly the size of your Chrysler Building, you would be at best blinded." Cas responded, before realizing the question had been directed toward Dean.
Dean shrugged, "You know I saw him in dreams before, but in person… Cas showed up at the foot of my bed after…" He paused, Bobby didn't know what had happened. "…some bad stuff happened, and he decided to help me out."
The older hunter nodded, knowing he wasn't privy to all of the details, but decided it wasn't quite right to pry at that moment, "Well, I'm glad. Seems like you two do alright."
"We tend to balance each other. We both have less than optimal experiences and self-concepts, but we work together to ensure that we both do well." The angel responded, with Dean nodding in agreement.
"So, forgive me, I'm new to all this angel stuff, but why exactly haven't I heard of you guys coming to earth before now aside from legends from a millennia ago?"
Castiel looked downward for a moment before he re-met Bobby's gaze, "My father has a plan in place for all of us, and until recently we had been told to avoid interacting with humans, only to record their actions and prayers and act through suggestions and slight divine intervention. He had forbid us from coming to earth, but recently, after the events that led to Sam's discovery of his powers at the slaughter that Azazel had held, he allowed us to begin entering dreamstates, then eventually in corporeal forms."
The room was quiet a moment before he continued, "I am sorry for the pain that occurred in your life, and I promise you that had I been given the ability we would have intervened."
Bobby nodded as the other three exchanged brief looks, unsure of what Cas had just implied.
**SPN**
The Saturday came to an end with a game of poker. The day had been a good opportunity for the two couples to reacquaint themselves, and honestly it had worked. Bobby was glad to see that both of the brothers-despite being stubborn as hell idjits-had managed to put aside their differences and communicate like damn adults for once.
Jess dealt a new hand to the five clustered around the coffee table. So far she and Bobby had been cleaning house. Sam had a terrible poker face and Dean seemed to be getting nothing but bad hands, while Cas kept asking Dean about his hands and making his cards evident to the others.
"So this beats a flush, but not a full house?" He said to Dean holding his cards to show him, the older Beretta motioning for him to lower his voice.
"I fold." Dean placed his cards on the table.
"Fold." Sam replied.
"Fold." Bobby tossed his two pair on the table.
Jess sighed, "It's getting late. We have to get up early in order to make it back tomorrow." She smirked, "Besides, Bobby and I already took enough of your pocket money."
Sam huffed and Dean frowned, but neither could deny that they'd been beaten.
"Don't take it personally boys, when you have as much practice as I do it's hard to lose." Jess smirked as Bobby chuckled.
"Well, I guess I'll see you guys in the morning." Sam waved to the others as he and Jess plodded up the stairs.
"Night." Dean called up after them as he and Cas cleaned up the poker set.
"Dean, would you mind grabbing me a beer?" Bobby asked, showing his empty bottle.
"Sure, I'll grab you a nightcap." Dean put the cards back in their sleeve and walked to the kitchen. The fridge was mostly full, but devoid of beer. "You're out."
"Check in the basement. In the fridge in the back." Bobby called after him.
"Fine, you owe me!" Dean responded, flicking on the light as he went downstairs.
When he was gone the hunter turned toward the angel, "I want to make something clear, you will not do anything to hurt these boys. I don't know much about you, but I know about angels. You bastards have one hell of a code and you don't like to deviate from whatever you see as fit. You don't seem too bad, but if anything happens to these two under your watch consider yourself warned. I know about holy oil and I will make sure that you end up on the wrong end of that sword you have."
Castiel appeared flustered for a moment before he set himself, "I understand you have concerns about me, given how my kind has not intervened often in the past with yours. That being said, you would be wise not to threaten something that could erase you from existence in a fraction of a second. Dean is my charge and my lover, I do not intend to let anything happen to him or those he loves."
"Good." Bobby nodded as Dean returned.
"Bobby what the hell? You didn't tell me you had a wine cellar."
The hunter smirked as he pretended that the previous conversation hadn't happened, "I also know how to speak six languages, but you don't see me spouting them off. I'm allowed to have secrets."
Dean rolled his eyes as he welcomed Cas to follow him upstairs, Bobby carefully watching as the two ascended.
