*Pre-Note- The song is Fool in the Rain by Led Zeppelin. You really should listen to it while you read, it'll help. I do not own it or any of the characters or situations. Hope this one is long enough, I really pushed myself to keep it going.
*Warnings-Boy kiss
Yet another visit to Bobby's. Not that Castiel was complaining, which everyone seemed to always think he was. Apparently mentioning something meant that you were in disagreement with it. This made no sense to him, but if it avoided confusing conversations he could try to think before speaking.
Walking around Bobby's never ending junk yard, Castiel contemplated many things. His mind never stopped turning, analyzing, critiquing, learning, fighting to understand. Understand the events unfolding around him and his companions. For millennia he had watched people and tried to understand their complex ways, and yet it was his time down among them (brief compared to his long existence) that had enlightened him most and confused him further. That was his first lesson in humanity; contradiction. Everything here contradicted something else, especially the people. And yet...
And there was the definition of "and yet", the epitome of "contradiction" standing his back to Castiel. Right now he was doing something rather normal, if Castiel understood the definition of normal. But car washing seemed to be something a normal person would do. Though, perhaps most people did so without the worship Dean always showed "his baby". This was another example of something Castiel understood but only to a point. The technology of automobiles was truly extraordinary, and this car meant much to the Winchester brothers, but speaking to a car would always be unfathomable to him.
A bucket of sudsy water lay on the ground and the oldest Winchester was humming along to a song playing in the car while walking around it and spreading water with a sponge. Castiel wasn't sure how he knew to not walk forward and announce himself. He just knew that Dean seemed rather content right now, and something told him that an interruption would end this rare moment of calm. The dark shadows and worry lines that usually clouded his face were gone, replaced by a simply calm demeanor. In the time he had known this man, Castiel had never seen him so content and relaxed. Watching him run the sponge along the front of the Impala and the reinforcement of calm cross his face as he did so made the angel think of the way Catholics stroked their rosaries in moments of stress.
As the song playing in the old Chevy changed, the atmosphere of the moment changed with it. The music was very up-beat and happy and Dean seemed to be happy to hear the song. In fact when the lyrics started up a huge smile graced his features and he sang along.
Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can't wait for the night
I hate to think I've been blinded baby
Why can't I see you tonight?
It was only a slight movement, but Dean's hips and head started to sway and rock in rhythm with the music as he sang along. The sway become even more slightly pronounced as the sponge was moved along the side of the car door and wiped the handle.
And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin'
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I'm shaking so much, really yearning
Why don't you show up, make it all right?
Yeah, it's all right.
A wistful shadow passed over Dean's face for a fraction of a second, as if with a passing train of thought. Still, Castiel felt himself start to crack the smallest of smiles at the scene. His insides felt...light? It was an odd sensation that he couldn't quite place.
And if you promised you'd love so completely
and you said you would always be true
You swore that you would never leave me, baby:
What ever happened to you?
And you thought it was only in movies
As you wish all your dreams would come true
It ain't the first time believe me, baby
I'm standin here feeling blue
Yeah I'm blue
Castiel was close to laughing at the way Dean puckered his lips for the stretched out "blue". He stopped dancing and washing as he sang it, only to lean over to the bucket of water when the next verse began.
Now I will stand in the rain on the corner
I'll watch the people go shuffling downtown
Another ten minutes no longer
And then I'm turning around
At the line, Dean did a small spin, and nearly dropped the sponge at the sight of Castiel standing between two cars a couple yards away, fighting to compose his features. Being caught watching hadn't crossed his mind, and he knew Dean would be embarrassed, which meant getting angry. And angry meant snapping and sullenness.
Sure enough the man started to clam up and gather his features up angrily. He started to open his mouth as whistle blew in the song but stopped. Castiel was still waiting for the explosion with a small amount of dread. He was greatly surprised then when Dean smiled slightly.
"Still enjoy being a creeper I see. The watchin' people thing is kind of creepy, Cass." Castiel could only stare with widened eyes as a response. Dean laughed and motioned for Castiel to come closer. "Promise not to do it again and I'll let it go," he said with fake severity as a grin and small blush formed on his face. "In fact, take off that trench coat and help me, and we can call it even."
Castiel just nodded and wondered where this strange mood had come from, though of course he was not at all complaining. Dean usually held out on him when he was irritated with him. Not to mention his pop culture references doubled just out of spite. After carefully setting his trench coat on the nearest car along with his jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and turned back to Dean.
"Geesh, take long enough. Alright, there's another sponge in the bucket. You take the other side." Castiel nodded and followed his instructions, marveling in the odd texture of the sponge. He did his best to follow Dean's example as the other man finished with the side he had been washing. There was no more dancing and he didn't appear quite as relaxed as before, but Dean sang the rest of the song softly to himself. Even if it lacked the gusto of before, Castiel was happy to have not stopped him enjoying the song.
Now my body is starting to quiver
And the palms of my hands getting wet
I've got no reason to doubt you baby,
It's all a terrible mess
Castiel started to notice Dean glancing at him as he wiped down the back of the car. Reaching the back himself he looked up to see Dean avert his eyes back down to the car.
I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless
When I'm breathless I'll run till I drop, hey
The thoughts of a fool's kind of careless
I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block, oh yeah
Light of the love that I found...
The final line repeated over and over. Dean's singing had reduced to a whisper as it ended, and Castiel was considering the song's lyrics. "Light of the love that I found," it seemed very fitting for him. Love was another contradiction. It strengthened and weakened, and yet all human's seemed to desire it. He knew that he, too, had begun to understand it first-hand. He sighed at the complexity of it all. His intense focus left him unaware of the fact that he had stopped wiping the sponge and that the song was over. Most importantly he didn't notice Dean tossing his own sponge in the bucket and walking over to stand beside him.
"Penny for your thoughts," was whispered close to his ear, and he thought he may have actually jumped at the surprise of it. Dean let out a throaty chuckle, "Now we're even."
Castiel's mind being what it was, thoughts were flying. There were a million thoughts he could have voiced, questions he could have asked. Could have, that is, if he speaking were possible. All he was able to do was turn and stare at the man who was standing so close, Castiel could see the freckles barely present across his nose. Back and forth, he couldn't keep his eyes one a single part of Dean's face; from the freckles, to the flushed cheeks, to the chapped lips, and the deep, shining eyes. The brothers always remarked on Castiel's intense stare, but he thought that Dean should be see his own intense gaze sometime.
"Dude," whispered Dean, his breath brushing over Castiel's face and smelling of Bud and pie filling, "quit thinking and kiss me already." If not for the smug smile that accompanied Dean's order, Cass would have been happy to oblige. Sure he liked Dean in a good mood like this, but that arrogance always annoyed him and ruined the moment.
His attitude showed in his face enough to tip off Dean, who sighed and placed a hand on Castiel's jaw. The angel felt himself lean into the touch, and softened again. Dean must have taken this as forgiveness because he leaned forward enough to rest his forehead on Castiel's. The hand on his jaw gave away the thrum of his pulse, but Castiel could feel the way Dean's breathing had quickened. He also felt the man's breath hitch in his throat when Castiel tilted his head in enough to press their lips together. The catch was, he tilted in enough to, but didn't. His mouth was right there, the distance from Dean's almost imperceptible. Still wet and suds covered, a hand pressed into Dean's side right above his hip as Castiel stepped forward, removing the space between them.
His hands, his mouth, his breath, he used it all. Castiel wanted Dean to realize that while he may not be as experienced in these matters, he wasn't going to be treated like a moron. If there was one thing he could beat Dean at, it was self-denial, and so he knew he would achieve this small triumph. Dean would instigate this kiss, not Castiel. Maybe then he would quit with all the teasing. Because Castiel knew he wasn't easy, and he thought just the right amount, thank you very much.
Dean seemed to be caught in a train of thought himself. The hand on Castiel's jaw moved back slightly to almost the back of his head and the other hand came to the opposite side's shoulder. Fixing his eyes on Castiel, he whispered just loud enough for it to be audible, "How long were you watching?" The movement of his lips caused them to barely brush the other set in front of them.
A shy smile crept on Castiel's face as he answer, "The whole song."
"It figures"
"Why?"
"It made me think of you, made me hope you'd come looking for me." It was Castiel's turn for his breath to hitch. Lines floated through his slightly fogged mind, but the one that repeated, just as it had in the song, was the final lyric. Light of the love that I found. "You know," interrupted his reverie, "And I'm shaking so much, really yearning. Why don't you show up, make it all right?"
With a reverence he had once saved for scripture, Castiel recited, "And the warmth of your smile starts burning, and the thrill of your touch gives me fright."
Taking a sharp breath and starting as if to continue, he was cut off by a groan from Dean. "Quoting Zeppelin is cheating," was the last thing he growled out before finally eliminating the last centimeter of space between them and pulling Castiel's lips to his.
If "dancing Dean" had been a change, this man kissing him confused and pleased Castiel even more. So many of Dean's kisses felt like Castiel was his breath, they were so full of need and fervor and set Castiel into an equally needing state. This kiss, however, was...languid? Describing it was hard when Dean was kissing in a way he hadn't known existed. It was slow and deliberate, forceful but tender. Just as Dean's tongue made him shiver, Castiel came up with the word. It was sensual, with a touch of deep emotion. Dean was using this kiss to say something, and while Castiel didn't have the dictionary down pat yet, he got the point.
"Dean." Castiel pulled back and the man looked confused, his eyes big and darker than usual. "Maybe we should sto-"
"Aw come one, Cass. There's no way you have a good excuses for stopping. You're just as on bored as me, I know it." Dean smiled, but there was only a hint of the usual smugness. Most of it had been replaced by an obvious pleading.
Castiel waited for Dean to finish before continuing, "Maybe we should stop...for now." Dean looked somehow even more surprised. "Your car needs to be rinsed off. And this is not an ideal place."
Now Dean stared in another way. "You know, Cass," he said while pulling himself back a fraction, "you just managed to mix angel logic and human want into one argument. I think we're finally reaching you."
Castiel simply smiled, gave Dean's shirt a quick squeeze before letting go, and walked over to the water bucket with his previously forgotten sponge. Privately he thought he might have to pay attention to Dean's music more often.
*A/N- I wanted to finally do a kiss, and I wanted Dean having fun washing the Impala. In my original plan, Dean doesn't know he was caught...but when I was writing, he kept wanting to spin around. And who am I to stop him? Lol Well I hope it's likable because it was fun to write. Review, let me know if I need to keep going to burn my laptop ^_^
Oh, and Fool in the Rain is a great song, you should youtube it. In case no one has caught on, all the chapters are named after Zeppelin songs.