Alright, guys, I've got Chapter 2 ready for you. I hope you enjoy! Same warnings as on my profile apply here - I own nothing.
Walking with Castiel wasn't so bad. Krissy seemed to like him a lot, which was good. He was great with conversation, which was even better. Getting home went quickly, and Dean was glad to set Castiel up in the spare room.
"Really, it's no problem," he assured. "It's better than having to deal with your brother all night, right?" He chuckled awkwardly, and blushed when he felt Castiel's hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you," Castiel told Dean fervently, and Dean felt like smiling at the man. He ducked his head instead, and put his hand on Krissy's head. "I really do appreciate it. And it's nice to have a night away from my house that isn't with-"
"What's going on in here, Dean? Who is this," came Sam's voice from the doorway. Dean flinched, but Castiel slowly turned to face the younger, taller man.
"Uh, Sammy, this is Castiel. He, um. He's a friend." Dean's words were hesitant after their fight earlier. Krissy was bristling under his hand, and he bit at his lip. "He's Gabriel's brother and I said it would be okay to stay here because Gabriel was probably going to lock him out of his house because we were talking for a lot of the day." He was hesitant to upset Sam again, because earlier he had been kind of pissed at him. Maybe he could find a way to make it up to his brother.
"Hello," Cas said to Sam, smiling and holding out a hand. After a wary Sam accepted the gesture, he let it fall to his side. "Yes, Gabriel is my brother, and Dean's right, it's quite likely that he would have locked me out had I not come with Dean. He probably noticed how we were talking and decided that he would push us to become closer friends, as I rarely go anywhere outside of work." He smiled as he explained his actions.
Sam sighed. "Okay. There's take out in the kitchen, if you're hungry. I need to talk to Dean about something." He waited until Castiel had nodded and left the room before he turned to Dean and sighed. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I overreacted and clearly I was wrong... I just want you to be safe, Dean."
Dean sighed again, letting his hand slide over Krissy's fur. "I know," he admitted after a moment. "It's okay. I know that you weren't being upset just to yell. That's... You're not Grandpa Sam. You're forgiven," Dean said softly, smiling at his brother with an uncanny accuracy in his gaze. "Now, you said something about takeout?"
Sam chuckled and walked out of the room, letting Dean follow his footsteps. He sometimes forgot about the accident because of how Dean always seemed to look right at him while they were speaking or arguing, and would sweep out an arm to let his brother go first, and leave it for a moment before he remembered that his brother couldn't see anymore. The accident had been painful for everyone, and though a few years had gone by, everything was still fresh. Dean still tripped over moved furniture sometimes. Other times, it was a shoe he left out because he forgot. They were lucky that nothing had come from those accidents.
"This is good," Castiel called from the kitchen, and he smiled at the pair as they came in, Sam looking contrite and Dean looking more at ease. "I can get the dishes," he offered to Sam. "Since you're both kind enough to let me stay here. If Gabriel didn't attempt to lock me out, he would probably insist on staying with me, which is probably worse. You know him," he said, laughing softly around a bite of lo mein.
"Actually, Dean knows him better than I do. Sometimes he'll go out after we argue over something stupid, like today, it was him going out without someone with him-"
"I've got Krissy!"
"-and he just goes to the cafe and back. Gabriel watches out for him while he's there. I don't really talk to him much." Sam shrugged, grabbing a box of pork fried rice. "Usually I'll get a call from Gabriel or something, but today he didn't say anything. I was.. worried."
"To be fair on my brother's part, today was a very busy day at the cafe. He probably had so much to do that he forgot to say something to you." Castiel shrugged around another bite, grinning as Dean searched out the sweet and sour chicken sauce. "Also, we did get free drinks out of it, so..." He shrugged again. "Win-win situation."
Dean laughed around a bite of the chicken. "He didn't charge anything? No wonder my wallet felt just as heavy when I got it back. Your brother is weird, man." He nodded sagely for a moment, then turned to Sam. "Sorry I worried you. But you know that Krissy would come to you if anything happened."
Sam started to open his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and bit his lip. "It shouldn't have to be an issue," he mumbled, hiding his words with another bite of the fried rice.
Castiel cut in before it could become an issue - he knew just how bad sibling arguments could be, and he didn't want to be caught in the middle of one. "How about we go into the living room and watch a movie or something? Something that Dean can listen to and get the storyline of?"
Dean nodded, taking another bite of a chicken finger dipped in the sauce. "Sounds like a good idea to me," he said, voice muffled from food. "How about Die Hard? That's always a good one," Dean suggested.
Sam laughed. "Dean, you only want us to watch that because you've seen it a thousand times and you can quote along with it without seeing the screen," he teased. "What about The Fifth Element? That one has Bruce Willis in it too... and the blue opera chick you liked."
"I haven't actually seen The Fifth Element," Castiel admitted, taking another bite of lo mein. "I think we should watch that one. If you're up for it, Dean."
Dean nodded after a moment. "Okay. The Fifth Element it is. I'm just going to warn you now... you're not prepared for Ruby Rhod."