Sorry it took so long to write/upload. School's a bitch.
So, Sam's a bit moody in this chapter, and Cassie's a bit depressed. ):
Review please. And enjoy.
Dean looked down at the navy tie hanging loosely around his neck frowning, he hadn't remembered putting it on in his rush to look decent. He shrugged, pulling the tie over his head and tossing it on the bed. "How'd you know I was here, Sammy?" He eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Last time I saw you I was two states over."
Sam chuckled, "Yeah, it's been awhile, but I was doing a job in town, and this is the only motel that has vacancies..." His voice trailed off, waiting for Dean to open the door fully and let him in, the older Winchester made a quick hand gesture for Sam to continue. "Ugh, you could at least let me in, jerk. Well, the manager asked if I was a Fed, said I looked like one. Then asked if I was meeting a Partner, Agent Young. And then he told me this was your room. Happy now?" Sam glared and pushed roughly passed his brother, wrinkling his nose as the smell of alcohol hit him. He heard the door slam shut behind him and dean walked swiftly passed him to lounge on the sofa smirking at Sam as he'd been left with a rather questionable chair. Sam put on his best bitch face and started to sit down, cringing at the thought of what may have happened on the old seat, before deciding he'd rather stand.
"Listen," Dean began hesitantly, "About 15 minutes ago, Cas kind of sort of turned up here..." Dean's voice trailed off as his brother began to tremble slightly with anger. His face turning red as his blood boiled, figuratively as they'd gotten rid of the staff of Moses.
"What? That traitor turned up here? What did he want?" Sam demanded, his hands fluttering around in an effort to keep himself calm.
"Woah there! Traitor? Really Sammy? I know he made a mistake, but we all have, right? Hell, us together almost brought on the apocalypse. He was only doing what he thought was right," Dean quickly defended his angel despite the fact he was still thoroughly pissed off at what Castiel had done.
"Only doing what he thought was right?" the youngest Winchester repeated slowly, "Are you kidding me? He broke down the wall in my fucking head! In what way was that ever going to be 'the right thing', Dean?"
His brother sighed, "Well we kind of did get in his way. And we tried to kill him, so I guess it was self defense or whatever." Sam glared opening his mouth to argue back, the sound of fluttering wings filled the air and suddenly Castiel was standing next to the sofa, causing Dean almost to fall off with shock.
Dean's eyes narrowed, "Warn a guy next time, yeah?" The angel just looked down at him, his face expressionless, then looked towards Sam who was holding the demon killing knife Ruby had given him so long ago. Cas rolled his eyes, something else he'd learned from his Winchester.
"What are you going to do with that knife, really, Sam? You cannot kill me, which is what you are very tempted to do. Listen, I made a mistake, I should have never excepted the souls Crowley offered me from hell, or opened Purgatory. And most of all, I should never have broken the wall inside your head. It was a mistake, everyone makes them, even angels of the lord, who are so convinced they can do no wrong they are blinded by their own arrogance..." Castiel looked down at his feet, his sadness and regret crystal clear in his bright blue eyes.
Dean stood up and wrapped his arm around the angels shoulder, trying to keep it as heterosexual as possible since Sam was in the room, and he was pretty certain hugging Cas tightly around the waist, while whispering into his ear, in order to comfort him was not the most heterosexual thing to do. "Cas, it's fine, I mean of course I'm pissed. But yeah, no chick flick moments, we forgive you," Dean said, earning a quiet 'speak for yourself' from Sam.
The angel looked at Dean tilting his head to the side, "You can remove your arm if you wish," he muttered his eyes flickering down from Dean's eyes to looked at his lips. Dean coughed awkwardly and nodded while removing his arm, he glanced at Sam who had his eyebrows raised in a 'what have I just witnessed' manner.
"S-so," Dean stammered, trying to relieve the awkward tension, "You accepted souls off Crowley? Come on, that's like accepting drugs off a vampire." he chuckled quietly finding his joke some what amusing. Sam rolled his eyes and looked at Cas waiting for an answer.
"Yes, I did. Not one of my best choices. He gave me 50,000 souls, straight from hell." Dean's eyes widened in shock, he'd expected a few thousand, but not 50,000. "And them combined with my grace was a bad combination." Castiel frowned, annoyed at himself, he should have realized at the time, the grace of heaven plus souls from hell equals one very messed up angel of the lord.
"That's what made you all self righteous?" Sam asked, "The souls from hell?" Castiel nodded looking ashamed of himself once again. "So what? They're deadly to angels or something?"
The angel sighed, "Not exactly deadly, but like poison. Something corrupt should not be combined with something so pure. I guess that's the best way really to explain it." Dean winced, turning his head slightly so no one could see, 'Something corrupt should not be combined with something so pure', that basically described him and Cas. They shouldn't be together, he was too wrong, he liked torturing souls for Christ sake. And Cas, well he was just perfect, despite everything he'd done, Dean still thought of him as flawless. His beautiful little angel who would have done anything for him, and the hunter would have done anything in return.
"How are you still alive?" Dean frowned, "That Leviathan said you were gone, dead. And well, it kind of looked like we lost you for a while there."
Castiel cringed and shuddered at the mention of the Leviathans, fear in his eyes. "I do not remember much. Ever since I accepted the hell bound souls, I knew what I was doing, I just did not seem to care. I don't understand why." The angels voice began to climb higher in his distress, "I should have stopped, or at least spoken to you Dean, told you what I was doing. You could have stopped me. I'm a disgusting excuse for an angel." Cas sank on to the couch, burying his face into his hands. Dean automatically sat down next to him, once again wrapping his arm around Castiel's shoulder in comfort, causing the angel to lean his head on to the hunters shoulder and sigh softly.
Sam raised him eye brows, "Hm, yeah, we'll carry this on tomorrow, it's late. I'm going to have a shower." As the youngest Winchester walked out, he shot his brother a look as if to say 'sort the depressed angel out, now'. When Sam left the room and shut the bathroom door Dean tilted his angels head slightly pressing their lips together quickly. He got up off the sofa and walked towards the bed, causing Cas' eyes to widen hopefully.
The oldest Winchester chuckled and picked up the navy tie, "Calm down, I'm only getting your tie, there's no need to get excited," smirking as the angel blushed violently, he tossed the tie over on to the couch so that Castiel could put it on.
Cas fiddled with the tie around his neck, trying to get it back to the way it was before, he'd never put on a tie before. "Um, Dean?" the angel asked, "Where's my trenchcoat?"