Author's Note

Back with another chapter, and this one does change frequently between Cas and Dean

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-Jess

'The search continues for Dean Winchester… suspected to be involved… or the possible ring leader… for the various crime sprees… in the local area of…'

Dean drifted between the fine line of consciousness and back into the comforting darkness as he heard fractured dregs of the news report. 'Ah shit where am I?' with a groan he forced his eyes open flinching at the light that had not been quite shut out by the curtains. Without even sitting up he took in his surroundings. This looked familiar…

A phone glued to his ear Castiel paced around his small apartment. "Gabriel, yes I understand you wanted to go out tonight, but I can't right now." Castiel pulled the phone away from his ear as he heard the long whine of Gabriel's voice over the speaker. "How about I call you when I'm next free?" the whine turned into something not even he could understand as his finger drifted dangerously close to the cut call button.

"But Caaaaaaaaaaaaaastiel! You prooooomised!" even over the noise Castiel's eyes glanced automatically to the half opened bedroom door where Dean Winchester currently slept. "Yes I know I promised but something has come up!" he groaned knowing what to expect next from Gabriel. "Honestly Gabriel! How old are you?" before even waiting for the a reply or a never ending whine he cut the call, sometimes he could not quite work out how he and Gabriel even managed to be related. Personality wise they were very different some had described Castiel, as a quiet thinker and Gabriel several words came up but the main were 'Prankster' and 'Trickster'. When he and Gabriel were growing up there was always the guarantee that Castiel would find himself on the butt of every joke as well as infamous pranks.

With eyes wide Dean felt pure joy race through his entire body as a very familiar but exasperated voice drifted into the bedroom. It all made sense now. He had dreamt that after the ambush he had somehow made it back to Cas' apartment, it had been a last resort no one like Michael knew about Castiel so there was a very low chance of him being in danger, that was unless someone was stupid enough to tell Michael… he grunted in pain as he slowly forced himself to sit up and fully take in his surroundings. When he had first came to Castiel's apartment he had not had the chance to take a proper look around partly because he had avoided switching on light but in the day light he saw the bedroom that screamed Castiel. Plain and simple.

Although, Castiel was anything but plain and simple he preferred his life to show that simplicity yet the man with curious absorbent blue eyes had the most complex personality that no one seemed to be able to work out.

Dean pushed back the covers glancing down only briefly to see that someone that had to be Cas had undressed him. Wrapped tightly around his stomach was a blinding white bandage. "Oh you're awake." His head shot up quickly he saw stars. Castiel stood leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed an air of annoyance radiating off him. "What the hell happened to me Cas?" with a sigh Castiel pushed off the doorframe and walked towards Dean. Close up he could see dark bags formed underneath the blue eyes showing the lack of sleep and exhaustion of probably next to no sleep. "You turned up and passed out on my doorstep. Very polite of you to use to door rather then the window."

Dean's brain finally caught up as Castiel's words made sense filling in all the blanks. "Nice surprise though right?" he grinned in an attempt to bring a smile to Castiel's face, he loved and had truthfully missed seeing Cas smile. Because no matter what his day had been like just seeing that smile brightened up his day, but clearly today wasn't his day.

Castiel felt a flare of emotion when Dean flashed his cheeky grin, with eyes narrowed he sat on the bed trying to keep his eyes focused on anything but the exposed tanned skin right in of him. "How're you feeling?" his voice thankfully sounded bleak and almost uninterested, yet his actions betrayed his voice when he reached across and traced his fingers gently over the bandages. "Like a guy whose just been shot." Castiel flinched at the flippant reply, he lifted his eyes to Dean's green ones where all jokiness has been replaced by seriousness. "What exactly happened Dean?" something flashed across Dean's face which he almost didn't catch. "Look Cas, thanks for all your help but I gotta get out of here before someone finds me."

Another more violent flare of emotion found its place in Castiel's chest as he stared at Dean with eyes wide. "You have a fucking nerve Dean Winchester, you come to my apartment I ask you stay away yet you come back and all I get is a 'thanks for your help' after you pass out on my doorstep." Castiel stood up quickly and moving away towards the bedroom door. "I should've just left you to bleed to death! You selfish son of a bitch! You haven't even changed! You're exactly the same! Assbutt!"

His mouth fell open in shock as he watched Castiel storm off in fury, which was closely followed by a loud slam of his front door. "Assbutt?" Dean blinked several times trying his best to clear his head of what had just happened. "Idiot." He murmured to himself as he forced himself out of the bed. "Stupid idiot." He glanced around for his clothes, as he searched in the back of his head he could only recall particular moments in their past of when he had ever seen Castiel angry…