This was originally written for the 30 day OTP challenge, but I kind of gave up on that. Anyway, thanks for the favs and follows! Love you guys!
Dean Winchester opened his eyes and everything hurt. That stupid fucking poltergeist had thrown him around so hard that he could barely move. Thank God Sam had found the right ritual to get rid of it, but now? Now Dean wished that he had been the one to preform it instead of being the distraction. He sighed and decided that he was going to spend the whole day in the motel room. Screw whatever else Sam wanted to do. They were in Virginia so maybe Sam could go to the museums or something while he rested.
"Dean?" Sam said from the bathroom. Dean groaned in response. Sam chuckled. "So, I think I'll go get some coffee and then there's this author in D. C. that maybe we could go see speak."
"An author? Dude, why in the hell would I want to go to that?"
"Fine, fine, I can go by myself, do you want me to bring you anything?"
"Food and beer." Sam rolled his eyes, but would oblige. He knew that Dean was in pain, even if he wouldn't actually admit it.
"Anything else?"
"Nope, just none of that healthy shit that you eat. Burgers and pie." Sam mock saluted his older brother and went out to the car. They were supposed to be looking for Crowley, but he was in the wind. The boys had tried finding him, but it wasn't working very well. Sam came back with enough candy, burgers, pie, and beer to (hopefully) last him the whole day.
"So what are you going to do all day?"
"Nothing, man. For once in my life I'm not going to do absolutely nothing all damn day." Dean smiled at his brother. He was actually going to enjoy himself and he was sure that Sam was going to too.
"Well, I'm heading in to D. C." Sam waved and walked out. Dean closed his eyes to get a little bit more sleep. Suddenly, the rustle of wings and a weight that hadn't previously been on the bed appeared. Dean rolled over towards where the bed and sunk and opened one eye. Angel of the Lord (and yes, Dean used his deepest Batman voice to say that in his head) Castiel was sitting on his bed, just staring at him.
"Dean?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah, Cas?"
"Are you alright?" Castiel asked quietly. Castiel had waited until Sam had left, but he knew that he needed to check on him. Not for any romantic feelings that Castiel felt towards the man. Of course not. Angels of the Lord do not feel such things, but simply because he needed to make sure he was okay. For Dean's sake.
"Yeah, Cas. I'm fine." Dean stretched and immediately regretted it. Everything hurt. Absolutely everything. He grimaced and Castiel must've noticed.
"Dean, I could heal you." Castiel reached out a hand to heal Dean, but Dean pulled away.
"I'm just sore, Cas. It'll go away. I just need a day to relax." Dean grabbed the remote and turned on the old motel TV. Nothing like trying to block out not only all the physical pain but the pain of being in love with the guy that was IN bed with you, but not being able to do anything because he was an angel and didn't have emotions like that.
"Do you mind if I relax with you?" Dean froze.
"Uh…sure, Cas." Dean flipped through TV stations as Castiel moved to lean against the headboard. Dean was sure that Castiel wasn't sitting that close on purpose. It was just because the angel didn't know about personal space. That was all. No other reason. Dean stopped messing with the channels when he saw the familiar scene of Roger Thornhill being chased by an airplane in Alfred Hitchcock's North by Northwest. He noticed the little emblem that showed that the station was having a Hitchcock marathon.
"Great! Hitchcock all day. You up for it, Cas?" Dean smiled up at him.
"Hitchcock?" Cas cocked his head to the side and looked at Dean. Dean sighed. Damn that adorable angel.
"Cas, you've been around for billions of years, right? How did you never think to see a movie?"
"I had more pressing matters, Dean." Castiel sounded defensive. Dean patted Castiel's knee and felt the angel stiffen beside him.
"Sure you did, buddy." Dean smiled (but didn't move his hand). "Now, Alfred Hitchcock is one of the greatest directors of all time. Basically invented the horror movie."
"Okay?" Castiel didn't see the relevance of movie trivia (but he did see and feel Dean's hand still on his knee). Dean sighed happily and leaned slightly closer to the angel.
"Just, watch and observe."
"Dean, those words mean the same thing." Dean sighed.
"Just watch the damn movies, Cas." Dean started drifting off to sleep just before the finale and SOMEHOW his head ended up on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel looked over at Dean and watched him sleep. It was the only time he ever saw the hunter look peaceful. Normally, Dean always had a look of worry, or anger, or sometimes, when he thought nobody was looking, sorrow.
Castiel had a sudden impulse, and as an angel, he normally didn't get them and especially didn't act on them. However, he acted on it. He placed a kiss to Dean's forehead and smiled when Dean hummed contently. Castiel looked back at the TV and pretended not to notice the smile on Dean's fake sleeping face.
