Author's Note: This story is unbeta'd and English is still not my mother tongue so there may be a lot of mistakes. I'm still sorry for that. Reviews and criticisms would be brilliant!
Of Annoying Sisters And Blue Eyes Chapter Two
by RaisaAmiss
For the second time in under 24 hours knocking on his apartment door woke Dean from his slumber. It wasn't as loud as this morning, but considering it had to be sometime around 3 AM that was probably good. Dean still dazed by sleep needed a moment to realise that he wasn't in his bedroom but on his couch. Otherwise the knocking wouldn't have reached him. Yawing he sat up and looked around at the clock. 2:47 AM. Normally he would have been wide awake at this time, but being woken up after maybe 3 hours of sleep showed it's effects. Another, louder knock shook him out of his thoughts.
Grumbling he got up, turned off the still running TV before stumbling over to the door. He wrenched it open and froze for a moment. Memories from this morning came back. Accompanied by a whiff of alcohol.
"Anna", he spoke, catching the red head's attention, who was leaning heavily against the door frame.
"Deaaaan", she slurred. "I was kinda hopin' you would open up. Don't wanna wake Cassie. He's jus' no fun when bein' woken up. Not without coffee. An' before 11 AM. 'Course-"
"Anna", Dean interrupted her, a little more awake. "What do you want?" Anna blinked up at him for a moment, her hazel eyes looking nothing like Castiel's. Dean blinked at the thought and, after wondering where the hell that had come from, he turned his attention back to Anna.
"Can I crash here?", she asked, no longer slurring as much but still leaning against the door frame to keep upright. Her puppy dog look wasn't half as good as Sam's but it still worked. If she wouldn't go to Castiel's apartment, where would she stay? Better let her stay the night and return her to Castiel in the morning, Dean pondered. He sighed and nodded, stepping aside to let Anna enter. She stumbled, nearly falling over if Dean hadn't caught her. The smell of alcohol hit him as he moved closer to stop her from falling. He nearly flinched away as old memories came up, but managed to stop himself. Which was probably good, seeing as Anna mostly leaned on him and likely would he fallen if he ceased supporting her.
"Easy there", he spoke soothingly as he led her to the couch. She slumped on it as soon as possible, curling into a ball a moment later. He chuckled at the sight before walking over to the kitchen to fetch a glass and two Ibuprofen. He set them down on the coffee table next to Anna, who was already snoring lightly. After shortly thinking about what could have happened if he hadn't opened the door he chided himself and quietly made his way to his bedroom.
His eyes slid closed as his head hit the pillow but sleep wouldn't come for another half an hour. He knew that much. Focusing on his breathing didn't do the trick so he went over his day in his mind. One event captured his thoughts again and again. After a while he stopped trying to think of something else and just let himself dwell on the memories of the dark haired man he met this morning.
No knocking, was Dean's first coherent thought the next morning. Good. I was afraid that was becoming a regular thing. He stretched, his back arching off the bed before slumping back into a more comfortable position. Staring at the ceiling he wondered what he was going to do today. He wasn't working today and Sam was out of town. Maybe he would meet up with Charlie or go to The Roadhouse and talk to Ellen and Jo. Otherwise he could also stay at home and finally read that book Sam got him for his birthday. Or he- His train of thought was interrupted by the growling of his stomach. Whatever he was going to do it would have to wait until after breakfast.
Dean pushed himself up into a sitting position and after swinging his leg off the bed onto his legs. His gaze wandered to the window, curtains as always down and then to the alarmclock beside his bed. 10:45 AM. Not that bad. Usually got a lot less sleep but then he was used to it.
On his way to the kitchen he passed Anna, still sleeping on the couch. Although, she wasn't curled together anymore. Now she was sprawled over the whole thing, a leg hanging over the edge, an arm thrown over her eyes and snoring loudly. The pills and the water had vanished, so she had been awake at some point in the night. He snatched the glass from the coffee table and refilled it before retuning it quietly. After that he made his way to the kitchen and stood there for a moment, thinking about what to make for breakfast. I feel like pancakes, he decided and went to check if he had everything he would need.
He had just finished mixing everything together when, again, a knock sounded from the door. A frown married this features. He wasn't expecting anyone and what was up with the knocking? The doorbell wasn't just decoration. The pancakes mixture forgotten he walked over to the door, sparing a glance at Anna to see if she had been woken by the knock but she was still fast asleep. Opening the door revealed Castiel, shifting awkwardly before fixing his eyes on the taller man now smiling at him.
"Hello Dean," he began in his deep, gravely voice. "I apologise if I'm interrupting you, but have you seen Anna? It's just that she went out yesterday and I haven't seen her since. I thought if she mistook your apartment for mine yesterday she might have done it again and-"
"Cas, calm down", Dean interrupted Castiel's rambling. In turn the other man just looked at Dean with so much worry and hope in his eyes that he couldn't say anything for a moment. He just opened the door further and allowed Castiel to look past him to see Anna passed out on his couch. Castiel sagged against the door frame in relief and the look in his eyes changed from worry to fond annoyance. Those blue eyes flickered up to Dean again.
"Thank you, Dean", Castiel said with a wary smile. It grew as Dean smiled back at him. Then something seemed to cross his mind and the smile vanished. "She didn't wake you or caused any trouble, did she?"
Dean found he couldn't lie when the shorter man looked at him so concerned. "She did wake me, but I rather have her wake me than sleeping in the hallway or something."
Castiel's smile reappeared and they just stood there, smiling at each other until he started shifting again. "I should wake her and get her back to my apartment", he stated.
The taller man shook his head. "No!", he said, quite loud. Castiel looked at him in surprise. "No", Dean continued, quieter. "I mean, let her sleep it off. She'll need it." Then he was quiet for a moment before piping up again. "I was just making breakfast, do you want any?"
"No, I'm not-", Castiel started, shaking his head, when a yawn interrupted him.
Dean grinned at him. "I also made coffee. Still saying no?" Castiel seemed to dwell on that, biting his lower lip while thinking. (Dean tried not to be too captured by the movement.)
"Okay", came the hesitant reply. The green eyed man's grin grew brighter as he stepped aside to let Castiel enter. The latter waited till he had closed the door and then followed him into the kitchen. A quick glance at the ingredients seemed to be enough for Castiel.
"Pancakes?", he asked and Dean would have said he sounded a little delighted.
"Yeah. I was in the mood for something sweet. That good?"
"Perfect."
Dean's blinding smile would have been enough but of course the other man had to prove himself some kind of saint as he pointed towards the sink. "Coffee's over there. Knock yourself out."
Castiel let out a satisfied sigh as he went to find two mugs while Dean turned to the stove. When the blue eyed man turned back to Dean with two filled cups the latter was already turning the first pancake. He almost seemed to sense Castiel's gaze and looked up. Castiel blushed at getting caught staring again. Mostly to have something to do he set the second cup next to the stove before moving back and leaning against the countertop. There was silence for as long as it took Dean to pour more batter into the pan. "So Anna said she didn't wanted to wake you before 11 and without coffee, so I'm guessing you are not a morning person. When is it safe to talk to you?"
Castiel laughed softly and Dean decided quickly that he needed to make him laugh more often. "Usually after my second cup of coffee. But thanks to Anna's disappearance I'm quite awake by now."
Dean smiled, "Good. 'Cause I've been wondering why I haven't seen you before. Did you just moved in or what?"
"Kind of, I guess. I have been living here for about a month."
"Ah, yeah. I was in South Dakota a month ago so I didn't notice any of it. How do you like it so far?", he grinned, again pouring more batter after removing the finished pancake.
"It's nice. Different, but that is what I wanted so I like it here."
Green eyes moved from the pan to the man leaning against the countertop. "Why did you wanted something different?"
"It was supposed to be a... new start. I felt like I needed it."
"What-", Dean wanted to go on asking question about Castiel's life, but he stopped as Anna stumbled into the kitchen. When she saw the both of them a grin broke out on her face and although she winced a moment later and it faded a little, it didn't quiet disappear.
"Morning", she grumbled, obviously not really awake and suffering from her hangover. Dean and Castiel both responded with a much brighter 'Morning' before Dean looked towards the sink and asked: "Do you want coffee?" Anna's face lit up a little at that.
"Yes, please." She eyed the pancakes hungrily, took a deep breath and hummed approvingly. Castiel went to fetch a third mug, filled it too and handed it to Anna. As soon as she had her coffee, she vanished back into the living room. Dean put the last pancake on the plate with the others, turned off the stove and grabbed the plate. "Come on then, Cassie!", he grinned, imitating Anna's high voice.
Castiel glowered at him, but didn't say anything. On his way to the living room he bumped his shoulder into Castiel. "C'mon, Cas. Don't wanna miss the pancakes, do you?"
Breakfast with Anna and Castiel was surprisingly much fun. While Anna was usually the one to talk a lot, she just watched Dean and her brother with a shit eating grin that reminded Castiel too much of Gabriel to not find it unsettling. When they were done with eating she cleared her throat. "I know Cassie would love to stay and talk more, but sadly we have to go. Thanks for letting me stay and making breakfast!" And with that she grabbed Castiel's wrist and hauled him of his seat and to the door.
"Anna", he spoke up. "What are you doing? We don't-"
"Bye, Dean!", the red head yelled and dragged her brother out of the apartment. Before the door fell shut Dean heard a 'Goodbye, Dean' and then they were gone. He sat at the table for a moment, confused and kind of hoping Castiel would come back. Sighing he moved to get up and wondered idly when he would get to see Castiel again.