It took about two weeks for Dean to realize Phase I didn't working. For one, Dean didn't know how many more crosswords his brain could do before he exploded in rage. What asshole even gathered all of that obscure information? Second, Sam caught him reading Harry Potter, and then pricked Dean with a silver blade to make sure a monster hadn't stolen his body. Just to top it all off, no improvement with Cas.
And God, what if Cas rejected him? He spent thousands of years playing his little harp in heaven, and Dean knew the bible explicitly forbid a relationship with another man. But he couldn't help it. The little what if inside his head wouldn't shut up.
Dean sighed. Sam had convinced him to take a case in a ghost town in Wyoming, so he was currently stuck in an extra crappy motel without a working television. There wasn't even bar inside the city limits! This was the last time Dean let Sam pick a case.
Speaking of the case, Dean thought, where's Sam? He said he just wanted to stock up at the mini mart before they interviewed the witnesses, but that was nearly 20 minutes ago. How long did it take to buy pie and beer?
Dean wanted to solve this case as fast as possible and get back to brooding about Cas. If he was at the bunker he could be imagining Cas's hair, and how his mouth would feel on hi- fuck! Dean needed to focus. Focus on the case, focus on the case, Dean repeated.
Dean knew the case was important, but he couldn't help it if his mind was busy with…other thoughts.
The only problem was Dean had no clue what the fuck to do now. What was Phase II? If Cas was a girl, he'd be all over it. Smile, flirt, date, maybe even buy those shitty flowers. But, how does one go about seducing a guy?
Then, he saw Sam's computer sitting on the bed. A light went off. If there was ever a place to look up random and inappropriate information, it was the Internet.
A few moments later, Dean was sitting on the bathroom counter with the door locked. It was cramped and uncomfortable since the counter was barely large enough to hold him, and he was pretty sure something was living in the shower, but it beat Sam disrupting him. His hands hovered over the keys before he typed how to make your best friend fall in love with you.
Dean cringed at the results and looked around the room again before clicking the first link he saw (refusing to read the title of the stupid frilly website). His self-respect was fucked if anyone ever saw him. Well, if he was honest, his self-respect died the minute he stole Sam's computer.
He quickly realized he couldn't complete most of these. He couldn't flip his hair, wear earrings, and there was no way in hell he was going to longingly stare into anyone's eyes. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all.
Then one suggestion caught Dean's eye; Write a Love Note. He tried not to internally cry because it was so fucking cheesy and girly. But he was so fucking desperate. He wanted to click away because there's no way in hell he'll ever live this down. But he was out of ideas, and he really really fucking wanted Cas to be his...whatever.
Suddenly, he heard the door slam.
"Dean! Where are you? And where's my computer?" Sam demanded.
"I'll be out in a second!" Dean replied.
Where's the fucking 'clear history' button?
"Oh my god, are you watching porn? It's ten in the morning!"
"I'm not watching porn, damn it!"
Dean located the clear history button just as Sam started pounding on the door. He finally opened the door and shoved the laptop into his brother's arms. Sam immediately began furiously clicking and searching for any incriminating information. When he didn't find any, he simply scowled at Dean.
"What did you do? Does my computer have another virus now?"
"No! Just tell me about the case. When can we leave?"
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Well, the three victims were all murdered in broad daylight on the sidewalk. So, I was thinking we should talk to the store owners and see if they saw anything."
Dean nodded and grabbed his keys off the bed. "No time like the present, Sammy."
He would be bad to brooding in no time.
"Can I shower first?" Sam asked.
"Trust me, you don't want to get near that monster."
Dean wanted the world to die. His entire body hurt, and he smelled so bad he was forced to step foot in that horrific shower. There were cuts up and down his back, and one particularly nasty one that refused to stop bleeding. Dean would never underestimate angry teenage girls again, especially when trapped in a storm drain without a flashlight.
Sam wanted to stay overnight in another motel, but Dean insisted on driving straight from Wyoming to the bunker. It took almost ten hours, but it was worth it. After a refreshing night's sleep, five whole hours, he was ready to start Phase II.
Do I sign my name on the notes? No, he can't actually know they're from me. Where do I put them? He doesn't have a room, but I could put them inside his bag. Yep, that's good, Dean thought.
He took some paper from the printer and checked to make sure Sam was still asleep before he sat down at the kitchen table. Only then did he realize he had no clue what to write. He sure as hell wasn't going to write poetry, and he wasn't about to write a detailed description of his feelings either.
Keep it short and sweet. No feelings, no sappy confessions. Stick to the facts, He told himself.
Dean scribbled down the first phrase that popped into his head about Cas:
I like your eyes
There was a lot more Dean could say about Cas's eyes; every time he looked in them, he thought he might get lost. But he thought his note summed it up pretty well. Dean neatly folded the piece of paper two times, and drew a smiley face on the front, just for kicks.
He found Cas's bag on the couch, and slipped the note inside. He wondered what Cas would think when he found it. Would he assume Dean wrote it? Or Sam? Ewwww. What was Dean going to do afterwards? He refused to worry about that; there was no place for planning ahead.
Now, he just had to lure Cas to the bunker, which was a lot harder than it sounded. He couldn't ask for information about a case since they had just returned, and he sadly couldn't call him to discuss a looming apocalypse. Why did the world have to pick now to be peaceful?
I could try to make him watch Indiana Jones. There are like three movies, so he'd be stuck here for at least a few hours. I'll tell him the DVD is in his bag, and then he'll see the note.
It wasn't Dean's smartest plan, but he really didn't want to wait until some supernatural creature decided to wreck havoc. So, he sent a quick message to Cas and waited.
"Hello, Dean," Cas's deep voice resonated behind him.
"Hi, Cas."
"Do you need assistance?"
"No-no, I just thought we could hang out. Sam's asleep, and I was bored. I mean, if you aren't busy…"
Cas paused. "No one is currently in need of my assistance. What did you have in mind?"
"Beer and a movie. I think I might have stuck of copy of Indiana Jones in your bag over there if you want to grab it."
The minute Cas's hand reached into his bag, Dean's heart almost stopped. What if he hates it? What if he figures out I wrote it? What if it creeps him out? I regret everything!
Cas slowly unfolded the note, but didn't say a word. It took everything in Dean not to run away.
"Did you write this, Dean?"
"What? No."
"It looks an awful lot like your handwriting."
Dean paused. Well, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"I didn't write it Cas, I swear. What does it say?"
"Someone wishes to compliment my eyes."
"I guess you have a secret admirer. Maybe you caught a girl's eye during a case."
Dean waited. Cas's face softened, and he smiled. His eyes crinkled, and Dean started thinking about how often he wanted to see that smile. He wanted to see that smile when he woke up and when he went to sleep. Mostly, Dean wanted to know he could put that smile on Cas's face. He wanted to jump up and kiss him right there.
Fuck yea, this is going to work.
Author's Note
I know I said I'd update this months ago. I'm super sorry. My muse just sort of died on me, and I basically became a slug. But, I swear I know what I'm writing for the other two chapters so I'll really try to post soon. Please be kind to my spelling mistakes!On a side note, I'm slightly concerned my friends will see my internet history and think I'm seducing them.
Comment if you have the time! :)
