Travelling men towards great conquest
Falling ever further in to greater unrest.
Of weariness and pain those three men are,
Rumbling along in a shiny black car.
Let them sleep or let them die,
Let them dream or let them fly,
Let them love or leave them cold,
Give them courage and make them bold.
"Hold on, so... so Hades exists, as do all the other Gods in Greek mythology?" Sam asked, disbelief pulling a smirk in to the set of his lips. "I mean, surely we would have encountered one by now, right?"
"Hunters disregarded the existence of me and my siblings, also, Sam," Castiel pointed out, frustrated that they had yet to leave. "Can we please depart now?"
Half an hour later, they had finally packed their weapons and were ready to set off. Castiel reached up to fly them both to the fields where the God had been seen, but Dean jerked away.
"Hell no, we're driving," he insisted, and Castiel sighed, knowing there was no swaying the stubborn man. "It'll only take us a couple days."
Driving, Castiel realized once again, was dull. Duller than... well, not much was dull on this planet, which proves how poignantly dull it really was. Some times Dean and Sam would laugh at words that just baffled Castiel, some times Dean played loud music that also confused the angel, ("How can various sounds be pleasurable?"). Watching the scenery held no interest, except for the thrilling time they were passing by a field filled with people chasing after a ball. Castiel recognised it as 'soccer', and flew out to watch for a few minutes. Dean called him back, and with deep reluctance, he returned.
When Dean had started to fall asleep at the wheel, they decided to stop for the night, despite the older brothers insistence that he could go on for a few hours more. Castiel was not in the mood for healing both brothers if the eldest happened to lose control of the vehicle, or, heaven forbid, chasing their souls down to return them to their bodies. At least in the motel, Castiel had entertainment in the form of television. He sat, enthralled, all night until Sam rose. The over-grown human sat up, stretched, and mumbled out a greeting. Castiel nodded in his direction, eyes still fixed on the screen. Sam went in to the bathroom to shower, and Castiel's full attention returned to the TV which was slightly static-y, but Castiel was already too aware of each individual pixel for it to matter..
"Mmmh, Cas," Dean sighed, turning over. Confused, said angel looked over to the man, he was still asleep. "Cas... Cas!"
Castiel rushed to his side, concerned. Remembering what Dean told him about entering his dreams and not to do it, he started to shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him from whatever nightmare he was having. Dean snapped awake and launched out of bed, his pistol already in hand.
"Son of a bitch... What the hell, Cas?"
"You were calling me, Dean," Castiel looked questioningly at him, Deans face reddened and that just confused Castiel further.
"Yeah, well, you don't just shake a guy awake like that," he grumbled, clicking the safety on his pistol and throwing it lightly back on to the bed.
"You were saying my name, I had no choice but to try and help you," Castiel said indignantly, stalking back to the moth eaten sofa. Dean sighed and attempted to start talking, but couldn't find the words. Castiel secretly wanted an apology, but on the surface he didn't care.
"Why are humans so complicated," he grumbled to himself, attention back on the TV when Sam walked out of the bathroom wearing some old torn jeans and a plaid shirt. Sam's gaze fell upon the irked looking Castiel, and he immediately shot a 'I don't know what you did but whatever it was you better apologise' look at his brother. Dean glared back and stomped in to the bathroom, Castiel felt a strange sense of worry fall over him, maybe he should keep an eye on Dean in case he slipped. He was about to fly before Sam interupted his thoughts.
"Cas, you alright, man?"
"I am perfectly well, Sam," Castiel's short response was not unusual, but Sam had a feeling.
"Are you sure? You seem a little... agitated," the human insisted, and his eyes widened when Castiel sighed.
"Your brother baffles me beyond what is customary for your kind," Castiel said with another sigh and a minute shake of his head. "I believe he is hiding some thing from me, but I cannot figure out exactly what it is, it's extremely infuriating."
"Yeah, I can imagine," Sam said, an eye brow raised. "Did you ever think that maybe-"
"GOD DAMNIT!" Came a yell from the bathroom, followed by a loud crash.
"Dean?" Sam got to his feet, but Castiel had already flown in to the bathroom. The scene before him both mystified and horrified Castiel in equal parts. Dean was tangled up in the shower curtain, and was draped across the edge of the tub, groaning in pain. He was also naked, and this is what made Castiel falter. The (very, very bare) man looked up and he almost screamed.
"Get the hell out, you creep!" Dean struggled to rise but the pain in his chest intensified and he immediately gave up on that endeavour. Castiel regained his composure, unsure of what exactly he was feeling.
"Are you hurt, Dean?"
"What happened?" Sam called through the door, a smirk in his voice. Dean threw a few expletives his direction, and a few towards his chest which was starting to hurt with each breath. Reaching out, Castiel went to heal him, but the man shrunk back, on the defensive. Castiel realized it was a natural instinct for Dean, but it hurt for reasons he couldn't really explain.
"Dean, you are injured," Castiel complained, forcefully placing a hand to his lower back, causing Dean to shiver. Castiel repaired his broken rib, which was dangerously close to puncturing his lung. "You should not refuse my help again, some day you may deathly need it but I will not be there to give it."
"Yeah, whatever, Cas," Dean grumbled, painfully aware of the hand still resting dangerously close to his ass. "Can you get out now?
"When you are both prepared, I am taking you straight to Missouri, we cannot waste any more time."
And with that, Castiel left Dean to ponder his own unusual reaction to the intimacy.