Ugh fuck you guys I am so sorry for how late this is. I know I said it'd be up Saturday, but I wanted it up Friday, and then I felt bad when I didn't get that so I was gonna write more and publish 2 chapters today to make up for it, but I went out to see a movie and I couldn't finish it and I wasn't going to wait another day and fuck...

OK, so here's part 1, sorta...

Dean awoke on his back, arms awkwardly twisted to hold Castiel to him while still keeping their fingers together, despite how loosely they were linked. Speaking of Castiel. He was currently half on top of Dean, his hair sticking up in every angle, his cold nose pressed to his neck. Dean shivered. He wiggled under Castiel, distancing his nose from his neck, also allowing himself a better view of the man who was tangled around him. "Cas, you're ridiculous," he mumbled, smiling and angling his head down to kiss his forehead. "Cas, babe, wake up."

Castiel rolled farther on to Dean, practically laying flat on top of him, back to stomach. "Cas," Dean whined, shifting under Castiel.

"Fuck off it's morning."

Dean snorted. "Since when are you not a morning person."

"Since I'm tired that's when."

"Well I'm awake."

"So?"

"So I wanna get up."

"Nope."

"Cas…"

"Nope."

"I'll make you let me up."

"I'd like to see you try," Castiel muttered, pushing himself down on Dean, pressing his weight into him as hard as he could.

Dean grunted. "You seriously just doubled your weight."

"Mhm."

"Cas."

"You're trapped. I'm going back to sleep."

Dean whined. "Caaaaasss." He pressed his hands to his sides, trying to roll the other off of him. It took a while, but he succeeded, rolling Castiel over on to his stomach with a thud. He just crawled back on Dean,though, before he could even roll away, their chests pressing together.

"Don't do that again."

"Cas, I gotta pee."

"...Will you come back?"

"Yeeess."

Castiel waited a moment before rolling off of Dean, groaning as he hit the mattress. Dean actually got up this time, and stalked off to the bathroom. When he returned, Castiel was on his back, one knee up, the other splayed across the bed. He patted his chest, and held out his arms, gesturing for Dean to join him. He crawled across the bed and over Castiel, laying down on top of him, resting his chin on his chest, looking up. Castiel ran a hand through Dean's hair, fingers easily sliding through the short hairs. He closed his eyes, his hand coming to rest on the side of Dean's head.

"I thought you were going back to sleep," Dean said, leaning in to Castiel's touch.

"Mmm you're too distracting."

Dean smiled. "Well then why don't we get up and have breakfast."

"But I'm still tiredddd," Castiel groaned.

"Do you have bacon?"

"…yes?"

"I'll make you some."

An eye popped open. "Really?"

"Mhmm."

"Kiss me, you amazing man."

Dean did, sliding up Castiel's body to give him a lazy kiss, neither of them really awake yet. He pulled away. "I'm gonna go start cooking. Come out soon, okay?" Castiel nodded and kissed him briefly, falling back on his pillow as Dean crawled away.

Dean wandered out to the kitchen, opening the fridge. He rifled around in it until he found the package of bacon, and then found himself a pan. The set up was relatively easy, and he found himself singing quietly as he flipped the pieces of meat around on the pan. He had just cleared off the cooked pieces and placed down a new layer when he felt a pair or arms slip low around his waist, and a body press up behind his. He stopped singing.

"No, keep going," Castiel spoke quietly, kissing the top of Dean's shoulder.

Dean smiled and picked up where he had left off. "I'm standing in your driveway, It's midnight and I'm sideways, I have to find out if you feel the same." Castiel smiled, lips still on Dean's shoulder. Dean flipped the bacon and continued. "I'm just lost, incomplete yeah, you feel like home, home to me."

Dean continued singing, and Castiel began to mouth along, lips brushing across Dean's skin with every word. "Every time I see your face, my heart takes off on a high speed chase, now don't be scared, it's only love that we're falling in."

Dean clicked off the heat, letting the remaining slices simmer. He turned around in Castiel's arms, walking them away from the hot tops. Castiel knocked into the kitchen island, and Dean stopped, bringing his hands up to cup his face. "You know that song?"

He nodded. "You stopped singing."

"Did I need to continue?" Castiel's look told him yes. " I would never do you wrong," he started, pressing his body to the other's, voice quiet, slow, and melodic. "or let you down, or lead you on, don't look down, it's only love Baby, that we're falling in…falling in."

Castiel wasted no time, leaning up, locking his lips to Dean's. Dean held his face closer, the both of them pressing their bodies tighter. The song was right, it was only love, and they were only falling. And if this is what falling for Castiel felt like, after only a little more than eight days, then Dean couldn't wait for the rest of it. He pressed harder into Castiel, and the other hissed at the edge of the island digging into him. Dean pulled back, dropping his hands down to Castiel's hips, gripping them and tugging up.

Castiel got the message, and hopped up on to the island, his legs wrapping around Dean's waist, pulling him back in. He cupped his face this time, taking advantage of being higher up than him, angling his face to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding out to run along Dean's lip. Dean's hands slid around to the back of Castiel's hips, linking together, pulling Castiel as close as he could, causing them to break the kiss. Castiel whined at the loss, though his fingers tangled in Dean's hair the best they could when his lips attached themselves to the hollow of his throat.

Castiel tugged at Dean's hair, and he pulled back with a pop, a faint bruise already forming on his neck. They remained the small distance from each other, eyes locked, breath ragged, pupils blown.

"We should probably…" Castiel started, trailing off.

Dean nodded. "Bacon."

Neither of them made to pull away, so Dean stepped in, wrapping his arms around his waist. Castiel caught on fast, and tightened his legs around Dean, wrapping his arms around his neck. Dean stepped back, carrying Castiel with him, and once he was far enough away from the island to be satisfactory, he set him down. Castiel smiled and pecked his lips before untangling himself to go grab a piece of bacon.

"Shit this is good."

After they ate, Castiel opted to take a shower. Dean joked about coming in with him, and for a moment, Castiel almost pulled him in. But the desire passed, and he just grinned, heading to the bathroom.

"Hey babe?" Dean called. Castiel paused.

"Yeah?"

"How offended would you be if I jumped back to my hotel?"

Castiel rolled his eyes. "None?"

"You sure?"

Another eye roll. "Yes, Dean. You're free to do what you want, and if you're worried, it's no offense to me."

"Alright. I was going to see if there was a way to find my phone, or if James knew anything about it."

"Okay," Castiel nodded, waiting a moment before moving to Dean, dragging him down into a kiss one armed, the other sliding around to his back. He broke the kiss as he slipped his hand down the back of Dean's boxers, fingers sliding lower down until he was cupping his ass. Dean gasped quietly, and Castiel took the opportunity to attach his lips to the back corner of his jaw, sucking and nipping as he continually pressed Dean closer. "Remind him you're mine," Castiel muttered, kissing the sure-to-form bruise on Dean's jaw. "Not his."

Dean remained motionless, and Castiel pulled away with a smirk, his hand sliding forward under his waistband before snapping out. He winked at Dean and turned back to the bathroom, disappearing into it as though nothing had happened, as though that wasn't possibly the hottest thing Castiel had ever done to him. Dean remained frozen until he heard the shower going, and he fought the temptation to just fuck his phone and go join Castiel, god only knows how bad he wanted to, but they weren't at that stage yet. He just shook his head with a slight smile, touching the forming mark on his jaw as he went to retrieve his jeans.

He arrived at his hotel about ten minutes later, able to catch a cab without much difficulty. Once in his room, he searched everywhere, up and down and throughout every closet. He felt a bit ridiculous when he opened one of the kitchen drawers, and decided it was about time to call up James.

The phone clicked on after the third ring. "Hello?"

"James! Hey."

"Dean?" James cleared his throat, quickly darting across his room to turn off Dean's cell. "Hi! I'm glad you called, I've been trying to get a hold of you for a while."

Dean furrowed his brows. "What for?"

He cleared his throat again, sending a glance over to Dean's phone. This was it. This was the start. "I got a call from this man. Said he had a cell phone with me as one of the emergency contacts. I could only assume it was yours."

"Seriously?" James hummed. "At least you know where it is. Were you able to get it back?"

James shook his head, then spoke. "No. The guy said he needed proof, and, well, I didn't feel I could provide it. Didn't seem worth the hour drive to get to him if I left empty handed, you understand."

"Yeah, yeah. Uhh, where was this guy?"

Here we go. "He was in the next town over if you follow the highway east. You apparently go straight through, take a left at the stoplight, and keep going until you reach his house."

"Got a physical address?"

"Yeah. Dean, do you want me to drive? It's my job." Please say no, please say no, please say no, please say no, please sa-

"Nah," Thank god. "I can hitch a taxi. You're going to be busy starting at the end of the week. Just, figure these last four or five days as a vacation of sorts, alright?"

"Alright. Are you sure, Dean?"

"Fucking positive, man."

"Okay." James nodded and got up, pretending to look up the man's address for Dean, repeating it off to him through the phone. "You've got that."

"Mhmm," he replied a moment later. "Yeah. Thanks, man."

"Okay. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Nah… Well- yeah. Will you give Cas a call? He probably thinks I'm going to be back soon, and I hate to leave him all day, you know?"

Perfect. "Yeah, of course."

"Great." James could practically hear Dean's grin on the line as he rattled off Castiel's number, though James couldn't have cared less, sitting on his bed, mindlessly flipping Dean's phone in his hands. "You got that?"

"Yep," James replied. "Let me know when you get your phone back, alright?"

"Will do. See ya, James."

"Bye Dean." With that, James clicked off the call, dropping it on to his bed, focusing on Dean's phone instead. He turned it on, scrolling to Castiel's contact as soon as everything loaded. He typed out a message.

Dean:
Hey. 10:12a.m.

Castiel had just returned from his shower when he heard his phone buzz, scrubbing his hair dry. He stared quizzically at the black object on his nightstand before walking over to it.

Dean: 1 new message

Castiel frowned and grabbed his phone, discarding his towel on the floor in favor of the device. He slid it open.

Dean:
Hey 10:12a.m.

His frown deepened.

Cas:
Who is this? 10:14a.m.

His phone buzzed a moment later.

Dean:
Dean…? 10:14a.m.

Yeah, sure.

Cas:
Yeah, sure 10:14a.m.
Wait, did you get your phone back 10:15a.m.

Dean:
Hah, yeah. Some guy in a taxi had it, but James got it for me. 10:16a.m.

Cas:
Oh, okay. Good to have it back, then. 10:16a.m.

Dean:
Yeah 10:17a.m.
So, do you want to come over? 10:18a.m.

Castiel looked down at his body, watching a few drops from his hair roll down to his hips before shrugging.

Cas:
Why the hotel? 10:20a.m.

James blanked. Uh. Uhhhhhhhhh.

Dean:
To see me. 10:21a.m.
And the hot tub…? 10:22a.m.

Cas:
Alright. I'll be over in… 20 minutes 10:23a.m.

Dean:
Okay 10:24a.m.

Castiel tossed his phone on to his bed, disregarding it as he went to find some clothes. He pulled out an old band t-shirt, a grey ACDC one, and tossed it on, finding a pair of dark jeans to pair with it. He gave his hair another good scrub, running his fingers through it before heading off.

He hailed a taxi, and got there a short while later. He stopped to wave and chat with the hotel manager, who he had seen a number of times over the past week and a half. She was sweet, and hard headed. He imagined he'd have been good friends with her had they met when she was younger. She was about 40 now, but still, so very sweet. He grinned at her and sent her a nod, leaving toward the elevators.

Once in he went straight up to Dean's room, using James' old keycard to get in. He didn't know what he expected to see when he came in, but it wasn't this.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

James held up his hands, walking slowly toward Castiel. "I think we need to talk."

"I don't want to talk. Where's Dean?"

"He's not home right now."

Castiel, who had passed James to go check Dean's room, spun around. "What do you mean?"

James shrugged. "Let's have a little chat."

Castiel nodded. "Yeah, okay. Let's start with where Dean is."

"Off looking for his phone."

"But he's not gonna find it, is he?"

James closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Getting colder by the moment," he said, slipping Dean's phone from his pocket.

Dean:
Surprise 10:50a.m.

Castiel pulled out his phone, glaring down at the message before glaring at James. He smirked slightly. "Wow, that was pretty good," he commented, eyes dropping down to the screen as he dialed. "But you know, there's something else phones are really good for," he finished, putting the device to his ear.

James cocked his head, taking a few steps toward Castiel. "What are you doing?"

"Calling the police to come pick up your crazy ass," he replied, raising an eyebrow with a self-satisfied smirk.

Had he known it were possible to get across a room in less than two seconds, he wouldn't have said anything. But it was too late to take it back, and before he could do anything, James hand tackled him, bringing him down to the ground, knocking the phone from his fingers. He rolled off of Castiel, grabbing it immediately, throwing it across the room with as much force as he could muster. It hit the granite walling around the hot tub a moment later and shattered, pieces falling to the ground with a clatter.

"Shouldn't have done that," James muttered, turning his attention back to Castiel, who was slowly trying to away from him, cautiously watching him with wide eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly, voice shaking as he continued to slide back.

"I want you gone," James spoke, grabbing hold of Castiel's ankle, making him stop moving.

"You mean leave Dean?"

"Oh, no no no. I gave you that option already, Castiel. You chose not to take it."

"When did you ever-"

"I tried to be nice about it," James gritted, voice growing harder, though as clear as ever. "I tried to warn you off of him, but you ignored me. I know Dean told you I kissed him, and even still you didn't put the pieces together. You stayed like the lost little puppy you are."

"He didn't want you, James. He doesn't."

"But he will."

Castiel swallowed hard, eyes growing wider as James released his ankle, pushing himself off of the ground. He scurried back, trying to push himself up, and James glared at him.

"Stay down."

He did.

James had walked over to a wooden bar, holding a coffee maker and an assortment of glasses, along with a large crystal, stylized whiskey decanter. It was empty at the moment, but James picked it up regardless, flipping it in his hands a few times before setting it back down. He the proceeded to rap his fingers against the wooden counter, staring at the crystal bottle.

Time continued on, and Castiel grew more uncomfortable by the moment. He moved slowly and quietly, and was able to get to his feet before James noticed. His eyes grew hard. "I told you to stay down."

Castiel held his ground. "You can't control me, James." He blinked, his eyes still wide. He began to move in a wide arch around James, his steps barely a shuffle as he tried not to upset him. "I won't talk to Dean anymore. I won't text him, or call him, or acknowledge him if he comes to me. I'm just going to leave, and pretend like this never happened."

James whirled around to face him. "No. No! You can't leave. I gave you that option. It's too late. You can't leave."

"Too bad I am," Castiel shook his head, moving quickly toward the door, moving faster with every step, nearly breaking into a run when he spotted James moving in the corner of his eye. He had stopped to open the door when he reached it, heart beating fast knowing how near James was, shaking fingers reaching out to grab the handle, though they never got there.

Before he knew it, a hand was gripped tight to the back of his skull, slamming his head forward against the door. His vision flooded black as a sharp pain spread through his skull, and then nothing.

Castiel slammed to his knees, the force of being slammed into the door sending him splaying on his back shortly after. James cocked his head as he looked down at him.

"Too bad you're not."

Ugh you guys I am so sorry this is late. Like, honestly. It just took me so long to get started, and then I got distracted, and then lambs man I FUCKING LOVE LAMBSalso I started writing a little one-shot about Castiel being a lamb (i s2g it's not as weird as it sounds) and so I'll have that out soon if you're interested I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE FUCK FU CKFUC KFUCJKFUCJKFYCK

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Okay in other news, I didn't sleep Friday. Like, I woke up at 10p.m. Thursday evening after sleeping for 3 hours, and didn't fall asleep until Saturday at around 8p.m. and fuck guys I was trippin' balls I had killed a spider and I kept feeling like things crawling on me for the rest of the night and that's when I decided I was never fucking doing meth or crack ever because no that shit's fucked up

I'M SO FUCKING SORRY THIS IS LATE ALSO I WROTE MORE TO THIS CHAPTER I JUST DIDN'T FINISH AND I WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT FOR YOU SO HERE IT IS I HOPE I'LL FINISH THE REST TONIGHT BUT IF NOT EXPECT IT TOMORROW AND IF IT'S NOT OUT TOMORROW I'M SO FUCKING SORRY OK

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Anyway, let me know what you think! Really, I love to hear it. It makes me all warm inside to see the little email thingy, and thanks for reading!

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