Ch 5

As AnnaBeth exited the bathroom, she could almost feel the tension in the air. Castiel had a way of bringing tension, even when he meant well. He was just a little uptight, naturally, she figured. Turning the corner to walk into the bedroom, she smirked at the sight. Castiel stood, arms at his side and head straight, looking out the window of the small bedroom. His eyes didn't blink, and his stance looked like that of an action figure. AnnaBeth took a few steps into the bedroom, her bare feet smacking against the wooden floor. Surely, he hadn't been standing there, or wasn't planning to stand there the whole time she was sleeping.

"Cas?", she whispered, her voice cutting through the tension and ripping the silence in which Castiel had engulfed himself in half. Not turning, Castiel closed his eyes, apparently ashamed of something. AnnaBeth walked the rest of the floor length, slowly, stepping up behind him. She did not touch or make a move towards him. However, her presence seemed to make the tension thicker, "Cas, are you alright?"

"I'm fine…you should sleep…", Castiel murmured, opening his eyes and returning his gaze to the window.

"Well, you should…relax.", AnnaBeth said softly. It was weird for someone to be so uptight. She had known Castiel for a couple of years now, but never had she noticed this much tension in his movements.

"I'll be going when you're asleep. So, you should sleep…"

"I can't sleep with you standing like that. I mean…It's creepy, Cas.", AnnaBeth said in a matter-of-fact sort of tone. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back towards the bed, with some effort. As Cas looked down at her, she could read his eyes. He was more uncomfortable than she had ever seen him. He was utterly ashamed of being here…or something. Sighing, she pushed him down on the bed.

"You're talking a lot like Dean. I don't know that I like where this is going…", Cas started to say in protest. AnnaBeth slapped a hand over his mouth, while grabbing his tie and loosening it.

"Just shut up. You need to pull that stick out of your ass sometimes, before it gets sore. That…is exactly what we are about to do…"

"I don't have a-"

"Just shut up…", AnnaBeth mumbled, giving the tie a firm tug and tossing it aside. She grabbed the collar of his trenchcoat and leaned over him to pull it off his shoulders and arms. While her neck hovered above his face, she could feel his breath against her skin. The warmth caused a sharp pang of guilt to rise as she looked down at his eyes. He looked up at her with the same serious stare he had given the window, and his eyes seemed to burn through hers. The same pang of guilt made her frown, and push the coat off of his shoulders. She removed it from his arms and folded it neatly beside him, on the bed.

Biting her lip, she gave him a cute smirk. It was the first time she had ever seen Cas void of his trenchcoat, "You look…comfy…almost."

Placing a bare toe on the back of his shoe, she gave a swift kick, and the shoe clashed with the floor. She did the same with the other and smiled at him.

"I don't understand…", Castiel mumbled, looking around at his discarded clothing.

"You…are going to relax.", AnnaBeth said, while perching a pillow against the headboard of her bed. She patted it lightly and smiled, "Just…relax."

Awkwardly, Cas scooted himself backwards, leaning against the pillow and propping his feet up on the bed. He looked over towards AnnaBeth, and she sniggered. He looked lost, and it was hilarious. She needed a bit of hilarity right now. So, she would take his awkwardness.

"Ok, then.", she said, walking around to her normal side of the bed and lying down. Castiel watched her lie down, moving his hand from brushing her back, to in his lap, "Goodnight.."

"Goodnight, AnnaBeth…"

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AnnaBeth awoke, feeling pleasant. As she opened her eyes, she reached for the opposite side of the bed, but realized that she was lying on it. Better yet, she was lying on something soft, and warm. Lifting her head from Castiel's chest, she smiled and yawned, before looking up at his face.

"Goodmorning…", she mumbled softly, "…did you not sleep?"

"I don't-"

"Oh yeah…", she said, patting his chest and crawling out of bed. Walking to the closet, she pulled out a red sundress, throwing it over her head. As she dressed, she labored to talk, "So…I saw Sam yesterday…"

Silence.

"Did you hear me? I saw…"

"I heard what you said. AnnaBeth…you were…", Cas started with a sigh.

"No! Look, I know what I saw…and I need to see if I'm right. Even if he's not alive, he's there. He's at that house. Now, I'm going to give you the option of having what you wanted…I want to see Dean."

Apparently, that was a touchy subject with Cas. His face became void of blood and he looked down awkwardly at his hands.

"Did you hear me? I said I want to see-"

"I heard you…once again. I always hear you. I hear you when you're not speaking. What makes you think…Just…get dressed and I will take you there, but, I don't want to see him.", Cas said, standing from the bed and snapping his fingers. Suddenly, he was dressed and AnnaBeth's boots were tied. Raising her eyebrows, she gave a 'hmph' of impression.

"I don't understand what Dean could have done to make you hate him so much. I mean…I think he's a coward, but he was your best friend…", AnnaBeth said, walking up to Castiel, "What happened?"

"That's a story for another time…", Castiel whispered, pressing two fingers against her forehead.

AnnaBeth opened her eyes, and found herself in a small suburban yard, face to face with a tree. Smirking that Cas set her up for failure, she stepped around it and up to the door that she assumed was Dean's. With hesitation, she gave a single knock on the door, before she was greeted by the shiny barrel of a pistol.

"What the hell are you doing here?", Dean almost yelled at her, pulling her into the house with the gun pressed to her forehead. There appeared to be no one in the house, thankfully. She smirked as she was slammed against a wall with enough force to knock the pictures off. Dean pulled the hammer of the gun back and slammed her head against the wall with it.

"Argh…God Dammit…", she groaned, looking up at the ceiling, "Nice to see you too, Dean."

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