Dean straightened his tie as he walked through the dim hallway and pulled out his fake FBI badge. He approached the coroner.
"Agent Warrant," Dean flashed his badge, "I need to see the guy that was brought in 15 minutes ago." The coroner looked confused.
"I haven't conducted the autopsy yet. Plus, there is nothing special about the body that I can see from the outside. Why would the FBI be interested?" Dean mentally sighed in relief, he didn't want them cutting Cas open. The coroner looked like he suspected something. Dean stood straighter and put on a look that sent chills down the coroner's spine. Dean walked past and the coroner followed. They made their way to the autopsy room and the coroner opened one of the storage doors. He pulled the tray out and there was Cas. Well, a pale, dead version of Cas. Dean shivered.
"Can I have a moment alone to look at the body myself? I won't contaminate your evidence." Dean's voice was as cold and hard as steel. The coroner jumped and practically ran from the room. Dean sighed, he would never have a normal life. He pulled two gloves on that he had gotten from the box by the door.
"Cas. I'm so sorry. I forgot they had to keep you cold." Dean lightly smacked Cas's face but he didn't stir. Dean lightly shook the body laying before him. He looked over his shoulder to look for the coroner, not seeing him he turned back to Cas. He didn't want the coroner calling the cops.
"Cas, please stop pretending. You were supposed to wake up minutes ago!" He whispered loudly. "You get on my nerves." Dean whispered, on the verge of tears. He brushed his lips against Cas's. He straightened back up and was about to give up when Cas's eyes shot open. He sat up quickly and grunted in pain. He shot Dean a glare.
"I hate you so much." Cas growled and rubbed his chest. There was no bullet hole, just a pinprick from the dart Dean shot into his heart.
"Tetrodotoxin can be a real-" Dean didn't get to finish because Cas punched him in the stomach. Dean doubled over, taking in deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.
"How does that feel?" Cas growled and looked around, "Why am I so cold? And why am I naked?!" He scrambled off the tray, holding the white sheet covering himself. He almost fell over but Dean caught him and steadied him.
"We have to leave now." Dean whispered hoarsely. He pulled Cas along to the door and looked down the hallway. The coroner was nowhere in sight so Dean ran to the closest exit, pulling Cas along with him. Which made Cas trip over the sheet and topple over. Dean gently pulled him back up and kept going. They made it to Dean's car and Dean ushered Cas inside. Then he flung open his own door and they sped off. Cas tied the sheet around his waist.
"Why didn't you actually kill me?" Cas asked. Now the corporation would come after both of them. "And where did you even get tetrodotoxin?"
"I had help from a friend. Well, actually more like a brother really. He's smart like that." Dean explained. Cas just looked at the side of Dean's face in confusion.
"You didn't answer my question. Why didn't you actually kill me?" Cas's voice was soft. He wanted an answer, now. Dean gave him a pained look but gave up because it was Cas he was talking to.
"Because you cared when no one else talked to me. Well, actually it was me shutting everybody out so no one had a chance. But they forced us to work that first case together. And the thing was, you didn't actually have to introduce yourself, you could have been a shadow on the wall. I didn't have to meet you face to face but you were the one who chose to meet me. Even if it was with a gun to my head." Dean ranted. He looked over at Cas, Cas was staring out the windshield with a blank look on his face.
"Cas, I'm-" Dean started to apologize but was cut off.
"I love you so much." Cas said quickly, "It's just...you didn't let me say it before you shot me with a dart. But I really do love you.. I've never felt like this before." Cas was shaking slightly. Dean reached over and intertwined his fingers with Cas's. It wasn't awkward because they belonged like this.
"I know Cas, I know." Dean said and brought Cas's hand up to his lips. Kissing the skin softly. Cas snatched his hand away.
"You could have killed me though. Tetrodotoxin is still in testing." Cas grumbled. Dean thought Cas looked cute when he was angry. Dean pulled over to the side of the road. He leaned over and kissed Cas. It started sweet, then it got faster and when they pulled away they were panting heavily.
"Welcome back, Cas." Dean whispered. Cas smiled his small smile and took Dean's hand back and kissed it softly.
"Thanks. But I still hate that you shot me." Cas shot back and Dean groaned. He would never live it down.