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Finally gonna see some Dean and Castiel action!

Actions Speak Louder Then Words

Chapter 7

Dean through his bag in the trunk and went to climb in the driver's seat, but it was already occupied.

"Cass, what are you doing? Move, we have to get going." Dean pulled open the door, but Castiel slammed it shut again.

"Can I drive?"

"What?" Dean shook his head. Why the hell would Cass want to drive? "I don't know if that's a good idea. Can angels even drive? Do you know how?"

"I can learn," Cass reached out the open window and grabbed the keys from Dean.

"Hey!"

"Get in. You can teach me." Castiel smiled slyly.

"Move over, Cass, and let me drive."

Castiel grinned and put the keys in the ignition and started the Impala up. He pressed the gas and revved the engine.

"Stop that!" Dean said, annoyed. He hated it when anyone played with his baby. He didn't even like when Sam drove her.

"Get in, then." Castiel revved the engine again.

Dean cursed. Damn angels. "Fine, but if you wreck my baby..." He walked around the front of the car, and got into the passenger seat, still not happy about the situation.

"Alright, just put your foot on the brake, and shift into drive..."

Castiel did as he was told, and then stepped on the gas, heading for the road.

"Don't go too fast.." Dean warned. He didn't want Castiel to total the car. He had a vision of Cass going out of control, smashing the hood...oh, God, no, he couldn't think about that.

But Castiel was driving as if he had been doing it for years. "This is actually not difficult at all, Dean. But It does feel exhilarating."

Castiel pressed the gas pedal, and the car sped up. He leaned back in the seat, and laid his left arm on the windowsill. Dean stared at him. This was just too weird.

"How about some music?" Castiel twitched his driving hand at the radio and Metallica started playing.

Castiel tapped his hand on the wheel in time to the music and grinned at Dean. Dean was confused. What exactly was Cass trying to do here? Prove that he could drive? That he liked music? He didn't understand.

"Do I look..sexy..to you?" Castiel said, still grinning.

"What?" Dean looked away for a minute, taken by surprise by the question. Yes, he did kind of look sexy, but that was not the point . He would not give Cass the satisfaction. "Keep your eyes on the road."

Castiel pouted. "You look sexy when you drive, Dean. I thought you would like it if I drove the Impala and listened to Metallica, too."

So that's what this was about. Was this how it was going to be all the time, now? Cass trying to suck up to him, attached to him, forever? It was too much to take in. He had never liked clingy chicks.

"Look, I think I know what you're trying to do here, and you have to chill, Cass. I told you I needed some time on this."

"You never answered my question, Dean," Castiel ignored him. "Do you like me driving the Impala?"

"You know what, pull over. Now." Dean had enough. He hated when people tried to make him do things, and he didn't want to be pushed into a relationship that could ruin his friendship with Castiel.

Castiel pulled to the side of the road, put the car in park, and looked expectantly at Dean.

"If I give you something, will you cool it for a little while?" Dean asked.

"What is it?" Castiel asked curiously.

Dean grasped Castiel's face tightly in his palms and pressed his lips against the angel's, feeling the heat and passion emanating from the angel. Was this really the way to ensure that Cass would leave him alone for a while? Or was he doing it because he wanted to do it? After all, he felt complete whenever Castiel was near him, and right now when they were touching in this way, his body was all tingly and goose bumps rose on his skin. Was that an effect of kissing an angel, or was it just how he was feeling? Like what he was doing was wrong, but so right? He felt Castiel's hand slide down his stomach, and a warmth rose up inside him.

"Okay, that's enough." Dean broke the kiss and drew in a breath. Kissing the angel had seemed to draw all of the oxygen out of him. Or was that just because of the kiss, and what he was feeling right now? "Now, will you chill out for a while?"

Castiel nodded, glad that he had gotten at least that out of Dean. He swore he could feel Dean wanting him too, but maybe it was right to just let Dean be and get used to the situation. Castiel was more then used to them; he had daydreamed about these moments since he had first gripped Dean and rose him from Hell. Since that first touch, he had longed for Dean in sinful ways, and he had sinful thoughts all the time about the things they could do. Now his daydreams were coming true. He licked his lips; he could still feel Dean's upon his, hot with passion and longing, even if he didn't know it yet.

"Can I still drive?" Castiel said. He rather liked driving. It gave him a feeling of power and freedom like he had never experienced before.

"No, you've had your fun, now move over." They switched seats, and Castiel couldn't help brushing his hand across Dean's cheek as he slid over and Dean climbed over him.

"Alright, let's go." Dean put the car into drive, and they were on their way again. Castiel was silent, watching the unchanging scenery outside but not really taking it in; instead he was thinking about the man in the driver's seat, and a smile crept across his face every now and then as he thought about certain sinful actions that would occur between him and Dean.

Dean glanced at Castiel a couple of times, enjoying the silence, but at the same time missing Cass's clingyness. He found himself wanting to feel Castiel's lips under his again, wanting Cass to touch him like that..what was he thinking? They had to get Sammy, and they had to find God. There was no time for whatever this was..but he found himself wishing there was. He suddenly wanted to reach out and feel Castiel's hand inside his, the glorious smoothness of his skin, see those blue eyes light up with happiness at his touch, but he stopped himself. He honestly didn't know why he was acting like this, but maybe it was because he was afraid he would lose Cass if they got too close. He wasn't good in relationships. But then, Cass was an angel, he knew everything about monsters already, so there was no explanation needed in that department. But if they got together and something happened, and they grew apart...what would he do without Cass? At least he would have Sam again, but Sam wasn't the same as Cass.

Dean cursed himself, and then reached out and snatched up Castiel's hand quickly before he could think about it. Castiel turned to him, surprised, waiting for an explanation, but Dean kept his eyes on the road in front of him. Castiel decided to keep quiet for once and enjoy the feeling of Dean grasping his hand, caressing it, and he knew he was getting to Dean. Castiel smiled and leaned back in his seat, living in another Castiel and Dean daydream.

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They reached the motel, and Dean checked in again, with Castiel tagging along. Dean threw his bags on the floor and plopped down on the bed. He had been driving for about twelve hours straight, and his eyes hurt.

About halfway through the trip, they had stopped at a gas station to fill up the car, and while Dean was finished filling up, he had looked in the passenger seat for Castiel, but he wasn't there.

"What the hell, Cass?" Dean muttered and quickly scanned the area for the angel. He spotted him coming out of the small convenience store, holding all sorts of junk food.

"How did you pay for that?" Dean asked, slightly amused as Castiel reached him. He didn't know that Cass carried cash, and he didn't seem the type that would steal.

"I used your credit card. I borrowed it while you were asleep."

So maybe Cass was the type to steal. Dean was slightly annoyed, and maybe Cass could sense that. They got back in the car, and Cass dumped the food on the seat between them. He held out a small one-person pie in a gesture that seemed like a piece offering.

"I know pie is your favorite, so I got some. I always hear you talking about it."

Dean took it and smiled. "Yeah, Cass. Thank you." So what if he took the card? It wasn't like he was going to go out and max it out on clothes or anything. And you couldn't exactly max it out on gas station fruit pies.

"Have some of this stuff. I can't eat it all myself." Dean stuffed the pie in his mouth; it was good.

"I don't need to eat, Dean." Castiel reminded him.

"Alright, suit yourself." Dean grabbed another pie and opened it up.

Castiel watched him, wishing that he did need to eat, that he could share that pie with Dean, who had fruit juice dotting his lips. He wished he could kiss it off, taste it..well, why couldn't he? There was no rule saying angels couldn't eat, only that they didn't need to. His vessel still had the ability to taste and digest food.

"Maybe I will have some." Castiel reached for the pie Dean was holding and took a bite. Flavors burst in his mouth and he was overwhelmed. Sugary sweet, tart apple, rich pastry.

Dean was watching Castiel in surprise. He had never seen the angel eat before. Was this because of him again? Was Cass trying to please him?

Castiel finished it, then looked at Dean, smiling. "I think I missed some."

"Where, Cass? The wrapper's empty!" Dean laughed. "Have another if you're still hungry."

"There's some there," Castiel pointed at Dean.

"Where?" Dean looked down at himself, thinking he had dropped a piece on himself.

Castiel placed his hands on the seat in between the packages of food to steady himself as he leaned forward and kissed the juice off Dean's lips.

Dean closed his eyes and fell into the kiss. It satisfied the longing he had felt since he kissed Cass when they first started their little road trip. He saw large, dark wings and shining stars and clouds in his mind, and he knew he was in heaven with Cass. He opened his eyes, and they met Cass's dark blue ones. He saw the depth in those cerulean orbs, the things they had seen, the oldness and knowledge there. He tasted pie on Cass's lips, and he began to laugh; he couldn't help himself.

"What is so funny?" Castiel looked ruffled, and fell back into his own seat, avoiding crushing the food as he did so.

"You ate a pie for me," Dean laughed, before starting the Impala up and leaving the station. "If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

Castiel began to laugh, too, and Dean grinned at him. He had hardly heard Castiel laugh like that, so hearty and sweet, and it made him warm inside.

"How about some music?" Dean flipped on the radio, and the lyrics that played surprised him, and even Castiel stopped laughing to listen intently.

"You're my angel, you're my darling angel. Closer then my peeps you are to me, baby. Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel. You're my friend when I'm in need."

"Dean, am I your angel?" Castiel asked seriously when the song ended.

"I suppose you are." Dean smiled, thinking of the lyrics. It wasn't his kind of song, but the lyrics did tell how he was feeling at that moment.

"Am I your darling angel?"

"Yeah, Cass, you are. Come here." Dean felt himself giving in to the angel and his feelings, as he put an arm around Cass and hugged him. Castiel laid his head on Dean's shoulder and snuggled in, pushing the food that was between them onto the floor. Dean didn't even notice that one of the packages had opened and smeared cake icing of the seat. It took a lot for Dean not to notice something happen to his baby. But maybe he had a new baby now. Dean held Cass that way until they reached their destination, and Cass felt a silent tear of joy slide down his face. Had Dean finally accepted him?

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Dean laid on the bed in the motel room, staring at the ceiling. Now they just had to wait for Sam to meet them here. He would take a nap, and by the time he woke, hopefully Sam would be here, or not too far away, at least. He got off the bed and used the bathroom before pulling his boots off and laying back down. He closed his eyes, and felt a weight on the bed and another warm body snuggling next to his; Castiel, his darling angel.

He sighed contentedly. He actually didn't mind Cass laying next to him; he felt protected and safe somehow. He hadn't even been keeping a gun under his pillow, as he usually always did. He just felt safe with Cass. He was relieved that Cass was quiet, though, as he wanted to get some sleep so he could be alert when Sam came and told them everything that happened. He wondered briefly what he would tell Sam about him and Castiel, but no ideas came to mind. Sleep pulled him in as he listened to the soothing lull of Castiel's breathing beside him.

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Castiel was standing above Dean again as he opened his eyes.

Dean groaned. "I told you to stop doing that."

Castiel gave a sly smirk before climbing on top of Dean and sitting on his stomach.

Dean was wide awake immediately, feeling Cass's weight on top of him. His body seemed to wake up, every part of him sensing Cass's warmth on top of him. "What are you doing?"

Castiel leaned down and whispered seductively in Dean's ear. "I'm an angel, Dean. I want you to repent your sins to me."

"What?" Dean found that his heart was pounding in anticipation, and he felt weirdly comfortable with Cass on top on him. It felt like he belonged there, like he fit just right.

"I want you to repent all your sins to me." Castiel kissed Dean deeply, and Dean fell into the kiss, all apprehension about this relationship gone for the moment. He pulled Castiel down so he was lying next to him and embraced him tightly, still savoring the kiss immensely.

"See? Doesn't repenting make you feel better?" Castiel whispered in a husky voice, thick with lust and desire.

"Yes, but it also makes me want to commit another sin." Excitement swirled through Dean as he pulled Castiel's beloved trench-coat off and tossed it aside.

Castiel smiled. He would never let anyone take his coat like that except Dean. Castiel simultaneously pulled off Dean's jacket. This was just like his sinful daydreams, and now they were coming true.

"Oh, God!" Dean moaned as Cass ran his hands under Dean's shirt, over his muscled stomach before pulling it up over his head. It felt so different from a woman, stronger, and more in control. He could feel Castiel practically radiating with..what, power, lust? He didn't know, but he liked it; he could feel it going through him, and he wanted Castiel more then ever.

"Why are you calling out the name of my Father?" Castiel paused, confused. "I am the one doing this to you, not God."

Dean shuddered. That just sounded creepy. "You almost ruined the moment, Cass. But not quite." Nothing could stop him from wanting Castiel right now, not even stupid, creepy questions.

Castiel looked puzzled, and then Dean kissed him again, and Castiel shut his mouth. Dean was on top of Cass now, feeling the power course through him as their lips remained joined.

The motel door suddenly opened, and Dean looked up to see who it was. He jumped off Castiel immediately when he recognized the man.

Sam was staring at them, wide-eyed in disbelief, with his mouth hanging open. He looked exhausted; there were dark circles under his eyes, and it looked like he had not smiled in a year.

"Dean?" Castiel sat up and then caught sight of Sam. "Oh. Well, this is awkward."

"What is going on?" Sam cried. "I leave for a while, and I come back to find you're banging Cass? What the HELL?"

"Well, technically, I didn't bang him, not yet." Dean quickly pulled his shirt back on, feeling embarrassed. This was not how he wanted Sammy to find out about them.

"But he will." Castiel smiled. "Soon. All the sexual tension between us is not healthy, and eventually it will build up until we can't stand it anymore, and we will..."

"Shut up, I really don't want to hear anymore. It's just too weird. Dean, this is Cass! What is wrong with you?" Sam said, overwhelmed with the situation. He had just wanted to come back, talk to his brother, and he found out that his brother was with an angel, and a male angel who was their best friend at that. It was just too much.

Dean reddened, suddenly embarrassed although moments ago it felt like he was the happiest he had been in a long time. "Sammy, it just happened, okay? Just, leave it."

"I can't even process this right now, I.. I have to go. I can't deal with this." Sam backed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Castiel had gotten up from the bed and reached his arms around Dean's chest, leaning his head on the other man's shoulder. "Would you like to continue?"

"Cass, Sam's upset, and I don't blame him. I just don't feel like it right now. I can't." Dean sighed. "It seems like I always hurt people, no matter what I do."

"Don't mind Sam." Castiel released his hold and came around so he was facing Dean. "I'm here, and Sam's gone right now."

Their lips met again, and Dean melted. Who really did care about what Sam thought? It was his life, he could do what he wanted, love who he wanted. Then he thought of the look on Sam's face, and turned his head away from Cass's.

"Dean!" Castiel moaned in frustration. Did Dean want to torture him like this? Did it give him satisfaction to see Castiel squirm?

"I can't, Cass. Not until Sam understands what is going on. It's not fair to him." Dean sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. He knew he was hurting Cass, but if Cass really cared about him, then he would respect the fact that he wanted Sam to understand.

Castiel stomped his foot, frustrated. He knew he was acting more and more like a human as the days passed. He was becoming more emotional, because he was so attached to Dean. And because of the mating season. He wanted, needed, Dean to just give in to him already.

"Why does Sam always come before everyone else? Why can't I come before Sam for once? Or how about you think of what you want for once? It's not fair!"

Dean looked up at Castiel and smiled. "You look just like a kid who isn't getting the candy he wants." It was amazing how emotional Castiel had been acting lately. Sometimes it was downright hilarious.

"Dean, I want your candy!" Castiel whined.

Dean put his hands up. "Whoa. Okay, you know what? You're not gonna die if we don't do the naughty. So just let up, okay? I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be here for you. I don't know what's wrong with you lately."

"But, Dean..." Castiel came over and sat beside him.

"No, Cass." How many times did he have to say it?

"Fine!" Castiel stood up and grabbed his shirt and trench coat. He knew this would happen when Sam came back. His last desperate act had not worked, and now Sam would replace him. Dean wouldn't be able to show his feelings for Cass when Sam was around, and it would eventually go back to the way it was before, except they would all know about Cass's feelings, but they wouldn't talk about it, only ignore it. And it would be strange and awkward, and Cass wouldn't be able to deal with that, not when he had gotten so close to Dean now. But he would have Dean in the end, even if it didn't stay that way afterward. Dean wouldn't be able to stop it, and neither would he. Although he'd rather Dean want it then not.

When Dean looked again, Castiel was gone.

"Damn it, Cass!" he let himself fall onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Sam was upset because he was with Cass, but now that he had told Cass to chill for a bit, he left too. And now he was alone. Again. Damn, Cass sure was pushy though. Maybe angels did go through puberty.

Sam ruined it, and Cass is angry now! Who thinks he's gonna blast Sam into oblivion! And Dean is just confused as always.

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