I haven't been able to actually work on any of this until this morning., and damnit it feels good doing so :) Just got another computer (Sweet baby Jesus, thank you!) I kind of neglected this story. Not for long. FINISH ALL THE CHAPTERS!
The sun just started rising, as I squinted from the harsh sunlight. I looked over at the clock, 5:30, just fucking awesome! We don't start for fucking hours.
"Ah, sleeping beauty, you're awake" Dean came back into the room, dark brown hair thrown askew on his head, laptop tucked under his arm. I snorted, rubbing my eyes as I started for the bathroom.
"What, no comeback?" To be honest, I couldn't even muster up one. My throat was blazing, as I gathered the energy to even respond, deciding to just stick with no comeback "...you always have a comeback" I shrugged my shoulders as he sat on his bed, gazing at me with his emerald eyes.
"Je-" I sharp pain emerged from my throat as I coughed, sending pain rippling through my chest. Dean looked at me, before getting up and plopping down on my bed. He put the back of his hand on my forehead, to which is probably burning up; he removed his hand, and stared at me hard as I looked up at him questioningly. He then proceeded to quickly lick his thumb, and press it to the center of my forehead. I looked up at him disgustedly.
"Did you-" He shushed me, closing his eyes, then opening then, and removing his hand.
"Yeah, your definetely staying here" I narrowed my eyes at him
"That was like licking my face" I whispered hoarsely to him, and he just smiled
"Would you rather me do that then?" He smiled mischieviously at me as he climbed on the bed, tongue fully out and aiming on my face
"I'll cough on you! I ain't afraid to do it!" I whispered to him as he laughed, plopping back down on his butt. I glared at him, and the only thing he did was laugh at me; as if I was like a small puppy, or a small child.
"Aww! Sammy!" He cooed, and reached out to pinch my cheeks when I smacked his hand away. I pouted, and crossed my arms over my chest, and quickly undoing them as I settled myself under the blanket. He climbed over his bed, and grabbed the laptop, and stood next to mines
"Sammy, scoot over" I wiggled over, giving him enough room to settle down "Anyway, I got the computer unlocked; spending approximately the last 5 or 6 hours going through all this junk" He stretched out his long legs and sitting the laptop on his lap; his back settled against the headboard, and my head lying beside his arm.
"Apparently, Matthew's quite the horndog" I looked at the computer screen, and watched as he went through folders, folders and more folders.
"Hm" I said quietly, trying not to talk much, because when I try I end up sounding like a freakin' frog
"Not finished" He said, nudging my head with his arms, sending me a smile; I rolled my eyes to him "He has a bunch of these trickster files, much like Gabriel; like we need anymore of him" I nodded "They lead you on and on in circles, and I didn't figure any of this out until about 15 minutes after two" Yikes, and he started working at 11.
"But, I did find this!" He closed the trickster file, and opened one named Eliza. What the folder contains,...how the hell should I know?
"And everything's in some sort of secret language or somethin'" I looked at him confused, until the document popped up. I stared at him, instantly realizing what it was, and wanting to smack him in the head. I opened my mouth to speak, until I remembered that I couldn't talk. Dean laughed, as I flipped him off, and he handed me the notepad and pen off the nightstand. I scribbled down what it was and handed it to him. He squinted at it, lifting one eyebrow.
"Really?" He shrugged his shoulders "Thought it was Spanish" Three years and he retains nothing. I began pointing at the screen, writing some words down and translating them. He stood from the bed, and began over to the table where his jacket and keys were. He's leaving.
"Ya know, Sammy" He only uses that voice when he wants something "I gotta go do some stuff, so you think that you could stay in the safety of our hotel and translate all this for me?" I glared at him as he threw on one of the biggest smiles. I was not getting stuck in this godforsaken motel room.
"De- ack!" I held my throat, it felt as if someone kicked me. In my throat. With steel toed boots. I rubbed at my throat, trying to ease the pain down a little
"Sam, you're staying. No if, ands, or buts or you and Bobby can battle that one out" I gave him the middle finger and pouted, as Dean slipped his jacket from the back of the chair and slipped it on his long arms "I'll get you some medicine for your throat, okay?" I nodded, still pouting that I wasn't allowed to leave the room. Like an 8 year old.
"Does little Sammy need a hug?" I glared at him, until I realized that I was still pouting. I probably had the effect of a chubby five year old "seriously, you want a hug?" I continued glaring, even though I really wouldn't mind getting a hug right now. I shook my head no, and looked down over at the computer screen next to my head; waiting to hear his retreating footsteps, and nothing. I took it as a sign that we were done with the conversation, until every few second I heard a thump. I looked up, seeing Dean standing near the edge of the bed, and before I could get a hoarse word out, he jumped on me, pinning me to the bed. He laughed as I gave him what he would call the 'Bitch face'. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Ya know, sometimes Sammy" His face hovered closer to mines "you act so..." Dean stopped short, brilliant green eyes gazing at me. Dean, the Dean I grew up with who's face was inches away from mines, and body effectively pinning mines to the mattress.
"What?" I croaked, barely keeping my eyes on his, as my gaze kept slipping down to his lips. He leaned down, to whisper in my ear; with me, hearing every breath that he took.
"So" I could feel the gust of warm air blow against my ear "So...naive" He whisperered, and I couldn't stop the shiver that shot through me, as my thoughts circled around his body so closely pressed against mines. I could feel any words that I had bubble up and dissolve and crumble on my tongue.
"Naive?" I mouthed, taking a second to glance up at the emeralds that I could feel trained on my skin.
"Naive" His breath was even hotter, and I couldn't stop myself from shivering. What I thought, was a shiver, actually was a tremble; and I closed my eyes, silently cursing myself. I could feel him get up, and I pushed myself up with my elbows before watching his back as he straightened out his jacket and grabbed his keys, heading for the door.
"I won't take long" He was silent, holding the door ajar, for a few moments, then walking out of it and shutting it closed and I sighed. What the hell was I thinking? That was it, I wasn't thinking. First of things, Dean is straight, as a fucking firepole, fuck, not the best example with guys wrapping their legs around it and sliding down; not the best example. A line, a perfect, straight line, that was Dean; me, well we always knew that I played for the other team. But that? That little move? That little touch? That wasn't normal, no, no it wasn't. Did it mean something? Maybe and maybe not.
I peered out the window, watching the sad, little storm clouds gather; as the rain began to fall, pitterpatting on the roof of the motel rooms. It's been a while since the 'incident' as I call it, and I've only translated the first seven pages and nothing has been on my mind as much as that little 'incident' has. It was an accident, a true mistake. I seriously couldn't allow myself to believe that though, that it was completely accidental; could I?
"I'm back" I looked to see Dean walking through the door, raindrops sliding off of his leather jacket as he loaded paper bags down onto the table "How much did you do?" I threw the notebook at the end of the bed, as he picked it up and began scamming over it
"A conversation? As in, two people?" I nodded, as a small smile broke out on his face. I wondered if everything he does from now on will have an underlying mean to it or not.
"Woah" He said, looking down at the paper "You read this?" I nodded, yes dumbass! I translated it! "Um, wow, not so smart question there Dean" He mumbled to himself, I nodded "Oh, shut up" He chuckled, as I coughed a bit. His eyes caught on mines, and after what happened earlier, I didn't dare look up.
"Medicine, right" He muttered, and I could hear the bags ruffling as Dean let out a small 'hah!'. Soon enough, Dean was by my side with two pills and water.
"Thanks" I muttered sorely as I took the pills, and downed the cup of water. Dean went back to the table, and began unloading a few things; it was deep silence with nothing but the ruffling of the bags on the table.
"Who do you think it is?" He asked, randomly. I rubbed at my eyes, snuggling more into the warmth of the blanket
"Who?" I questioned
"The guy that Matthew was talking with" He said, as sat down; flickering through a thick stack of papers
"I-" I stopped, and yawned, and Dean glanced up from the papers "-don't know" I whispered "that's not my question though" I spoke softly, and quietly; feeling a little pressure relieving from my throat.
"What is?" He asked, as I snuggled more into the blanket; closing my eyes.
"What was so important that he-" I began to drift off a little "-that he saved that conver-conver- that conversa-tion" I sighed, getting more relief as I let the sleep take me.
"Yeah, he stayed in the room all day. He actually translated a bunch of this stuff for me" I hear Dean say, as I groggily wiped at my eyes "Yeah, do you think it's his asthma again? He practically lived in the hospital when he was younger" I could hear Bobby reply, but I couldn't quite understand what he was saying.
"Yep, I always have it on me; even if he says he doesn't need it" I could feel Dean's eyes trained on me through the thick, warm blankets "He's starting to wheeze in his sleep too" I remembered last night, when Dean slept in my bed because of it. Do best buddies do that too?
"Bobby, I already did that" He said sarcastically, and then it was like the air grew tense; and I could feel Dean sobering up "Hey Bobby, can I ask you a question?" I think he grunted in response; the usual. Dean began to talk, but then stopped; and completely cut off his forming question.
"That boy ain't come askin' for Sam while we were gone did he?" Stephen, Dean fuckin' hates his guts. Sometimes I think it's kind of entertaining watching them glare at each other with death in their eyes, when they're so much alike.
"Alright Bobby, talk to you later" Dean hung the phone up, and he stayed silent while I debated if I should announce that I'm awake or not.
"Hey Cas" He said loudly, and I decided that I should pretend asleep a few moments longer. A quiet pop in the room, as the angel's voice filled the place.
"Yes Dean?" He asked, and very much like Castiel, he paused, observing him, and the broke the silence "What is wrong? Are you hurt?" Dean chuckled softly before answering
"No, nothin' like that. It's just, uh; I did somethin'" Cas was probably staring him down
"Dean, I cannot help you get out of any illegal stuff, unless you tell me beforehand!" Cas mumbled, and the chair slid out, and I assumed that he sat down
"No, no nothin' like that; it involves me and...Sam" He said, and Cas remained quiet, probably egging him on to elaborate. He stood, and I froze; afraid that he'd catch that I wasn't sleeping after all "I almost kissed him today" Cas 'ah'ed, face probably deep in thought
"Why?"
"I dunno" Dean replied, I listened intently, can't say that didn't sting a bit
"Why don't you know? Shouldn't you know? I mean, after all it was your actions" Cas offered, and damnit, I was curious to those answers as well
"I-I know Cas. I'm not sure why I did, I just did" Dean answered, I could tell that Cas was trying to read him like a fuckin' book
"Does it appear to be that you have affections for Samuel? I mean, you kiss those you love right?" Castiel answered, as Dean gave an outcry of "Cas!" The two men where probably sitting, Cas with a look of curiousness, and Dean angry about his outburst.
"Well, yeah you do kiss people you love, but that doesnt mean-" He paused "Just because-" He stopped again, as if trying to arrange his words in his thoughts so that they's sound comprehendable in speech
"I love Sam, I'm like a brother to him; we grew up together" Dean murmured, more to himself than to the angel across from him
"Have you not seen- what did Bobby call them?" Cas paused, recalling his memory "Sappy 'ole love movies where the best friends fall in love, then he proceeded to call him an 'ijit?" Cas said, probably looking puzzled "Whatever that is" Dean's quiet laughter filled the silence, before he responded to Cas.
"Yeah, but it's different. Sammy deserves a nice guy, you know; he'd probably wear alligator" I laughed silently, at Dean, purposefully calling Argyle, alligator "sweaters, and slicked back hair. He'd be smart and shit, ya know, like, like uh, scientist" I laughed to myself as Dean described my 'Dream Man'
"And you do not think of yourself as smart?" Cas asked him "I happen to think that you are very smart, you hunt and keep civilians safe from the supernatural. That takes quite a lot of knowledge" Dean murmured something incomprehensible
"He needs someone smarter than me" Dean told the angel, and Cas sighed.
"And you know this as factual? Sam told you this himself?" Cas asked, sarcastically since Dean sometimes acted as if he knew it all
"No" Dean answered, like a child being reprimanded
"You know Dean" I could hear the chair scoot out, and guessed that Cas was standing up "Just because you are the eldest doesn't mean you know best. It is the eldest that teaches, and the youngest that reprimand" Dean groaned, as Cas let out a little laugh
"What does that even mean?" He asked Cas, as Cas chuckled again, "Somethings are better self taught" Dean sighed
"I always have to decode these little riddles of yours. If I wanted to do that, I'd buy a puzzle book" Dean muttered to Cas as he plopped back down, the chair moving under his weight
"Goodbye Dean" Cas told him
"Yeah, yeah" Dean murmured, as the silence engulfed the both of us; as I felt my eyelids growing heavily. Fuck, I really wanted to-
"Sam,...Sammy, wake up" When I opened my eyes, I was shivering, then the coldness gradually made itself aware as I wrapped my arms around myself. Dean was lying down next to me, hugging me closer to him. His hand came to feel my forehead, and the heat from his hand felt like an inferno.
"You're freezing" He whispered, as he hugged me closer, with me still tucked under the thick blankets. Dean paused for a moment, letting his eyes linger on me for a few moments "Sam, I'm gonna slide under the covers alright? Maybe my body heat will help some" I nodded, as the cold air gushed around me, soon to be replaced with Dean's hot body.I was tucked into his side, and his arm was around me; he was burning up, while my coldness was subsiding a little.
"Better?" He asked, I just nodded. I felt like shit, as if any given moment, I was going to pass out. My eyelids fluttered, and Dean quickly squeezed me "Sammy, talk to me, tell me a story" He quickly murmured.
"A story?" I quietly whispered "What do I look like? Santa?" He chuckled, chest vibrating with quiet laughter.
"Tell me a story" He repeated "I don't want you to fall asleep right now" His voice sounded different, from the usual Dean. He pulled me closer into his side, as the heat from his body intensed.
"What about?" I asked
"Anything" Dean murmured, as I stayed silent, debating on what in the hell I'm going to tell him "Sammy?" His voice sounded alert
"I'm thinking" I whispered, clearly he was worried out of his fuckin' mind "I remember when Dad first started doing hunts" I told him, as his body heat burned into my side
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and uh the first time he left me alone in a motel, he gave me a revolver and said that if anything came at me to shoot it. I was 5 and a half" I told him, his grip grew slack, then tightened around me
"Really?" Dean asked, and I nodded, he squeezed his arm around me
"Yes" I said, giving him a spoken response "He left me by myself a lot back then. When I was seven, a poltergeist had followed him home and little me" I whispered quietly "no knowledge whatsoever about poltergeist tried to bid it away. It threw everything in the room at me; stitches and a concussion. We lied and said that I'd ran away from home and he finally found me, fighting with some street kids" I retold him
"And the sad thing is, well at least what I think was that they believed us. I think that if something like that happened, I'd probably see right through their bullshit. I wasn't the type to runaway back then, from anything" I told him, I could feel everytime he inhaled, and exhaled,
"And now?" Dean asked, and I stayed quiet for a few moments
"Now, I'm not so sure"