"Hello Dean." Castiel greeted him in his usual emotionless voice. Dean moved a little on the hood of the car he was sitting on, making space for Castiel, who reluctantly sat down next to him. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Dean finally looked at Cas.
"So, what was that? Why'd you suddenly disappear and don't show up for almost two weeks," Dean said, observing that Castiel slightly flinched at the question, but otherwise didn't seem to lose his composure.
"What do you mean?" Castiel did not face Dean; he kept his gaze locked on the cars in the other end of the yard.
"C'mon, you know exactly what I mean!" Dean changed the angle of his body slightly more towards the angel next to him. "You show up on my bed, wings fully visible and unfolded, and when I wake up you just disappear for weeks. Don't you think that's a bit rude?"
Castiel finally looked at Dean, expression slightly annoyed. "Believe it or not, Dean, I have other things to attend to than to stay around you and your brother all the time."
"Yeah, what kinda things?" Dean said, but Castiel didn't answer; he just lowered his head and stared at his hands instead. There was silence again before Dean continued. "Why were you there anyway? In the motel room."
Castiel sighed, still looking down on his hands in his lap. "I hadn't been able to assist you on your hunt that day, so I dropped by to see if everything was okay. But you were already asleep."
"So instead you just flap your wings out and stare at me sleeping, is that it?" Dean grinned slightly. "Dude, you really do get your freak on by watching other people sleep; the wings prove it."
"I did not unfold them because I wanted to, it was an accident, I did not think." Castiel's tone was getting more annoyed each time he spoke. He looked at Dean. "I did not mean for you to see them."
Dean was a bit hurt by that statement, but he wouldn't let his face show it. They looked into each other's eyes for a few moments before Cas finally turned his gaze away, back to his lap and let out a sigh. "I should leave."
"Whoa, wait!" said Dean quickly. "What about Lucifer? We still need to find a way to kill him, we could really use your help on that." He was looking hopefully at the angel, who turned his gaze back to him.
"I've been trying to track down a weapon that might be able to kill Lucifer," Castiel replied. "I'll contact you when I find out more." Before Dean could say anything to that, the angel was gone.
Dean and Sam arrived back at Bobby's place a few days later. They were exhausted after having just gone into battle with Death. And after getting their butts kicked badly for several minutes, they had managed to kill Death with a special knife they had found through their research. Death was out of the picture now but Lucifer still remained, but the boys were too tired to continue the research for a weapon against Lucifer. The battle against Death had left Sam with a badly dislocated shoulder and several cut wounds, and Dean with bruised rips and several cuts.
After cleaning up his wounds, Dean went over to the couch in the living room. Sam was using Bobby's spare room, which was okay with Dean since he just wanted to be alone right now. It had been a long day. His body ached but he was so tired he didn't give a damn. He couldn't help being disappointed that Cas hadn't shown up to help them during the fight. It would have spared him a lot of bruises. Dean groaned as he shifted on the couch, not being able to fall asleep. His mind was still thinking about Cas; it had been for several weeks now, since the wing incident. Why did he think about him anyway? He wasn't into guys or anything, but he couldn't deny that Cas was hot. At least the vessel was. The thought of Castiel possessing Jimmy still kinda creeped him out.
After having slept for no more than two hours, Dean was shaken awake by someone calling his name over and over. He snapped his eyes open with a gasp, looking into Castiel's blue eyes. Dean sat up on the couch, wincing slightly from the pain it caused.
"You were having a dream," Castiel said calmly, sitting on the small edge of the couch. His face showed no emotion.
"I don't even remember what it was about," Dean said, brushing his hand through his hair, looking around in the room before resting his eyes on Cas. There wasn't much room on the couch, so Dean's legs slightly touched Castiel's back and thigh as he sat next to him. "What are you doing here?" There was no accusation in his question, just curiosity. Castiel hesitated for a moment.
"You called out my name," he said, shifting uncomfortably, eyes falling to his own hands once again.
"Huh," Dean said in surprise. "As I said: I don't remember." Dean let his eyes travel to his own lap. Only then did he notice the slight bulge in his boxers. He moved the blanket over his lap to cover it, trying to act like nothing was wrong. Did he just dream about Cas? This was seriously fucked up, he thought. He quickly shoved the thought away and there was once again silence between them.
"If there isn't anything else, I'll go—" Castiel said, but then Dean quickly grabbed his arm. He looked at the hunter in surprise.
"What are you running from, Cas?" Dean looked at Castiel with serious eyes.
"What? I'm not—"
"Yes you are!" snapped Dean. "I'm a bit confused here, Cas. Because it seems to me like you've been trying to avoid me for the last few weeks, and I'd like to know why. Did I… do something wrong…?" He kept his eyes locked with Cas'; face serious, and feeling somewhat scared of the answer. Castiel looked back at Dean for a few moments before turning his head away.
"You did nothing wrong, Dean, it's just…" He trailed off and there was silence.
"Just what?" Dean asked when Castiel didn't continue.
"Something is going on with me, and I'm not sure what it is," Castiel finally spoke. "I'm having… feelings… that I cannot identify, and it confuses me." He looked like a kicked puppy when he said that, looking at the floor.
"Why don't you share it with me instead of running away from me?" Dean asked gently. Castiel looked back at Dean.
"I—" he trailed off again, looked away and bit his lower lip. "The feelings get stronger when I'm around you," he finally says. "And sometimes… they get out of control."
"Out of control?" Dean asked in confusion. "Out of control how?"
"Like when I let my wings out in front of you," Castiel explained, looking back at Dean. "I wasn't thinking, I just let the emotions take over me. I didn't even notice it before it was too late."
"You mean when you noticed I was awake? That was when it was too late? Dude, I'm sorry, but I don't really see the problem in that—"
"I never show my wings to anyone, Dean," Castiel cut in. "I have never let any mortal see them. Let alone touch them… Angels don't do that unless it's with someone they completely trust."
Dean was taken a little aback by that. It actually felt like a stab to his heart. "So you're saying that you don't trust me, is that it?"
Castiel stared at him in shock when he noticed what he had just said and how Dean interpreted it. "What? No, Dean, I—"
"Just forget it, okay!" Dean cut Castiel off before he could come up with excuses. He didn't want to hear them, he had heard enough. "And here I have actually trusted you for quite a while. Trusted you with my life – with Sam's life! I thought that you at least trusted me just as much. That's what friendship is about!" Dean was hurt and angry. He had found a friend in Cas; someone he could trust – his first real friend ever. Hell, he had even started growing more feelings for him than just friendship, and now this friend just admits that he doesn't even trust Dean. That hurt, a lot.
"Dean, I didn't—"
"Enough!" Dean shouts, and Cas immediately shuts up, hurt in his eyes. "Just… leave me alone, okay?" He doesn't want to look at the angel right now. He can't bear it. After a few moments Cas disappears in a flapping of wings, and Dean is alone on the couch once more.
- tbc –
Seems like there are misunderstandings and confusion everywhere between those two. Let's hope it gets fixed soon XD
Well, the second chapter was up faster than I thought. Though I did experience trouble getting the right atmosphere into the story, and what exactly the next scene should be. I hope I won't have as much trouble with the third chapter, which should be up soon, just need to write it first :)
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters belong to the CW and Eric Kripke, not me.
