Somebody is gonna ditch my poor story for this but SPN PART NOW KINDA SORTA CONFUSINGLY CAUGHT UP TO END OF SEASON 9 I GUESS. Dean POV with dirty mind. Cas and Dean profoundly bonding. Sam being an interrupting moose, again, but Cas is probably the only one upset with him about it this time, because Dean just explains away profound sexual tension as awkward angel staring.
I'm so sorry for taking so long. The finale wrecked me. And I wrote out the chapter, then typed what I wrote into word, which I'm not good at, but I like writing on the go, and laptop can only be in house, and at school I can't sit at a comp and write my grades away in every class. Thank Overlord Misha it's almost over. As long as I don't fail English. Isn't it ironic when you fail English because you love reading and writing too much? I'm going to stop venting at you. But yes, I'm just generally sorry for this whole chapter. It's horrible and I should be ashamed of myself. Please don't hate me. Okay, Hate me but don't take it out on my poor fic. It doesn't mean to suck. Feel free to yell at me in reviews. Or messages. Or you can just mail me middle fingers you have lying around. I'm sorry.
Oh! And I'm probably going to be posting a whole new ff for your consumption. Not in the literal sense, eating it probably wouldn't be healthy. It is also a Superwolf crossover. I have some stuff to work on in it because I've lost it about 3 million 286 thousand 4 hundred and 19 times.
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Dean stood in front of the MiniMart in the suburban neighborhood, watching people fill up at the pump pouting, wishing they'd brought his baby. Following Crowley's trail on foot was proving exhausting. It didn't help that he and Sam were now wearing their suits to avoid identification. Even Cas was wearing a disguise of his own. Well, more of his and Sam's own. He wore a pair of Dean's jeans and one of his old tee shirts, and a flannel shirt and Jacket of Sam's (Even though Dean's jackets were so much cooler). Thankfully Cas came out of the store without waiting for Sam. He was now wearing a baseball cap from where they were being sold at the counter. Dean had to admit, he looked good in a "confused about baseball caps" way. Dean almost fainted when he held out some kind of chocolate cherry piece of pie in a plastic container, and graciously took the fork he offered after, smiling. "Jeez, Cas! You should have tried this when you were trying to get us to worship you as God. I almost want to bow to you right now." Cas smiled, and gave a light airy chuckle.

"I appreciate your appreciation, and you are welcome, but I would never want to manipulate you in such a way Dean." Dean shook his head and smiled.

"Thanks for that too I guess. So, do you like the new digs?" Dean asked, taking a bite. Mmm! Cheesecake. Cheesecake was totally pie to him. Awesome pie… Very good awesome pie.

"Assuming you mean the clothing, your pants and shirt are very comfortable. But I must say, I've become accustom to my usual attire, so I do miss it." Dean smiled halfway through the cheesecake.

"Well, wouldn't want you anything but comfortable…" Dean gave him a big smile. "This pie is awesome, Cas." Cas smiled now.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Dean." Cas' face went serious and he pointed at a car pulling down an upscale residential street. "Isn't that the boy in the back seat of that car?" Dean looked but couldn't tell more than that two girls were in the front seat. The earlier blood loss was messing with him.

"Was it?" Cas nodded.

"I believe so. What would you like to do?" Dean thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"We'll tell Sam. Finding Crowley and seeing what he's up to is our priority." Dean wanted to ask the bastard some questions anyway. Cas gave a look and Dean became nervous. "What?"

"I'm simply still surprised you aren't looking to kill Crowley." Cas didn't seem suspicious or knowing.

"Well, he brought me back. I'm grateful. I surprised he doesn't want anything in return, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth."

"I can see Sam feeling that way but you've always been skeptical of Crowley's 'good' intentions. I'm glad he brought you back, and if there's no ill effects, I don't particularly care why he has done it. But I thought you would have wanted to be sure it wasn't a Trojan horse…"

"We know why Cas, he did it for Sam…" Cas seemed hesitant to believe that but he nodded all the same.

"As long as you're with us…" Dean looked at Cas' trusting smile and felt sicker than he had in weeks. Since.. Yeah.

Their hands touched and Dean pulled away immediately. He had reached out without knowing it. Normally he would have brushed it off as an accident, but he'd noticed It was more impulsive. He had to keep better control. But at least he didn't want to hurt Cas. He had the urge to punch even Sam sometimes, but he loved Cas' company. It evened him out way more than the blood Crowley tried dosing him with, although he'd have taken anything to keep himself from going emotionally num as Crowley had warned him of. He hadn't, thank goodness. At least not yet. His emotions were still so intense sometimes that he thought they'd burn him out, or drive him off a cliff, whatever came first. And sometimes they'd be so nonexistent that he'd forget Sam existed until his life was in danger, which would cause him to black out to that thing. Just last week he choked a vamps head off. Dean didn't remember a second of the incident, but the way she'd gone at Sammy, Dean maintained that she'd deserved whatever she got at his hands. But Cas' presence meant calm. It meant safety. It meant happiness. It meant normal. Dean's eyes only went back normal the first time when Cas showed up. Which was at least half the reason dean hadn't told him. He'd swear he has tried, but the idiot always made it impossible. Just about thirty seconds after the car passed a familiar blue jeep pulled down the same street and Dean noted the drive way. He kind of wanted to punch Sam now. If they had Baby one of them could follow while the other checked out the house. But he decided to forget it. The kid wouldn't help so there was no point in chasing him down. Yep. Which would totally explain why Cas was staring- looking-totally not staring- at Dean instead of watching the Jeep pull off. And why Dean just watched the pretty birds perched on the electrical wires- TOTALLY NOT avoiding eye contact with his- THE- totally not "his"- angel. Finally Sam came out... of the store. Just the store. There was no making today better.

"Hey! So, the cashier did see Crowley. According to her, he walked by on her smoke break, she remembers him because she wondered why a guy in a nice suit would be walking instead of driving. Third drive way on the left of that street there." Sam pointed and Dean cocked his head.

"Funny. Our favorite chew toy and his psycho-wolf boyfriend just left there." Sam seemed slightly surprised but gave a shrug.

"Supernatural poker night?" Cas even quirked his head in disinterested curiosity.

"Perhaps we should go ask..."