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Dean woke up to an empty bed. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he still had to swallow the huge lump of disappointment.
"Hey," Sam greeted him, sitting on a chair with his laptop in front of him.
"Hey," Dean grunted, stretching.
"No nightmares this time?"
Dean paused. "No. Cas.. helped."
Sam nodded, knowing fine well what that meant. He had woken up briefly in the middle of the night and had seen the pair of them tangled up in each other. If the youngest Winchester hadn't known better, he'd have said Castiel had been asleep, the way he was lying so peacefully and serene, his eyes closed. He decided not to mention it to Dean. He hadn't missed his older brother's eyes flash with hurt when he noticed the empty spot next to him.
Sam was beginning to wonder how much the bond actually had to do with Dean's feelings for the angel.
"How're you feeling?" he asked, letting his gaze slip back to his laptop screen.
Dean shrugged, sitting up. "All right. I'm gonna have a shower, then let's head out."
Sam nodded. "I'll call Bobby, see if he has any kind of case for us."
"Right."
After Dean had locked the door, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. They weren't any closer to finding a solution than they were from the start. There was nothing that could help them. If only this had happened before somewhere, then he could ask that person or angel for help. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Although.. A grin started forming on Sam's face. This may not have happened before, but there was still an angel out there who might be able to help them. An angel they hadn't even considered yet.
An archangel, to be exact.
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"Dean!"
The hunter got pulled roughly out of his thoughts by Sam knocking on the door.
"What?" he snapped.
"I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back soon!"
Dean frowned in confusion. Sam sounded awful happy 'bout something. Maybe he'd met a chick.
"All right, whatever. Go wild," he muttered.
He got no reply. He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. He stepped under the warm stream of water, relishing the feel of it pouring down his back. Dean felt his muscles relax, felt the tension disappear from his neck. He sighed, leaning his head back. His thoughts drifted to his dreams that night.
They had not been nightmares. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Dean bit his lip as he thought back to the feel of Cas' lips on his, his skin warm and smooth against his own. He had been incredibly grateful that Sam hadn't noticed the.. uncomfortable situation he'd been in when he'd woken up. Although, he'd probably known anyway, by the way Dean had rushed to the shower. He couldn't complain though, he'd pick these dreams over the nightmares in a heartbeat.
He closed his eyes, thinking back to the low moans and growls the angel had made in his ear, his fingers trailing down Dean's body.
His own fingers trailed down his body at the moment, taking advantage of the fact that he was now alone. He started rubbing himself, hissing slightly as he imagined Cas stroking him, slowly and filthily.
He imagined Cas licking and biting at his neck while he was rubbing him, quickening the pace as he did so. Cas tugging at his hair.. nibbling his lip, sucking at his throat.
"Oh God, Cas," Dean moaned, knowing he was going to lose it soon.
Cas growling Dean's name in his ear.
That did it. He came with a loud gasp of the angel's name, feeling his knees give and he gripped the bar of the shower curtain to steady himself.
"Fuck," Dean hissed, slowly coming down from his high. "Fuck."
He rinsed himself off, his hands still trembling. He felt the burning need to touch Cas, to be with him, along with the growing despair that this was getting out of hand. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering how the fuck he was going to do this any more.
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Dean's stomach growled as he waited for his breakfast to arrive. He still hadn't heard from Sam, which left him eating breakfast at the local diner by himself with the laptop in front of him. He didn't think he could be more pathetic.
"Here you go, honey," the waitress smiled, putting down his plate of bacon and eggs along with his coffee.
"Thanks sweetheart," he said absent-mindedly, quickly clicking away the page he'd opened.
He didn't even check out her backside as she walked away. Things were really bad. He sighed, digging into his food. He took a long gulp of coffee before pausing, staring at the vacant seat opposite him. Well, it seemed vacant.
"Cas?" Dean muttered.
The angel appeared, blue eyes meeting green. He looked displeased.
"So you can sense my presence, then," Cas muttered, frowning.
"Yeah. Too bad you can't spy on my any more, huh?" Dean grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Cas didn't reply, instead letting his eyes drop to Dean's chest. The latter swallowed, feeling the angel's gaze burn into his skin.
"Where's Sam?" Cas asked suddenly.
"He's.. I don't know. He just took off," Dean said with a shrug, eyes on Cas' lips.
Cas frowned. "Oh. Is he all right?"
"Uh.. I think so. Hang on, let me just call him actually."
Dean swallowed again before tearing his gaze away from Cas' mouth, reaching into his pocket.
"Dean?"
"Hey, Sammy. What are you doing?"
"I'm uh.. I'm busy. It's fine. Look, I'll call you back later, okay?"
Dean frowned. "Uhh.. okay?"
He blinked at the phone as the call ended. "Well, that was.. brief."
"What did he say?" Cas asked curiously.
"He just said he's busy and that he'd call me later. I'm starting to get a bit worried, to be honest," Dean said, running a hand through his hair.
Cas didn't reply, he just tilted his head a little, frowning. Dean sighed, moving back a little so his legs didn't touch the angel's, and looked back at his laptop screen.
"Anyway, in the meantime, there's this abandoned hotel a few miles away from here. People have reported weird noises, sights, the usual. I'm thinkin' poltergeist. Wanna check it out?"
Cas looked troubled. He leaned forward, making Dean automatically lean in as well. "Dean, I seem to have grown weaker since.. well, that's not important. The point is that I won't be able to help you properly. I'm not fully capable of my powers. I'm afraid I'll be of no use to you," he said grimly. "I'm sorry."
"Cas, shut up. Angelic powers or not, you're still one hell of a hunter. And I could use some help, buddy," the Winchester said with a small grin.
"But I -"
"I don't give a shit. You're coming, and that's it."
Cas glared at him for a few moments before sighing and nodding. "Fine, but only because I don't want you to go there by yourself."
"Awesome," Dean smirked, and Cas couldn't help but smile back.
The hunter pushed his plate away, appetite gone. "Let's go."
He put some money on the table, and they left. Cas paused when they were about to get into the Impala. Dean looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Don't you think.. don't you think that being in a confined space together will be a bit difficult?" he asked, worried blue eyes meeting Dean's.
Dean stopped, realising the angel had a point. Then he shook his head. "Look, it's like twenty minutes away. We'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"No. But we're gonna have to deal with this somehow. Come on."
After about three minutes of awkward silence, Dean felt like he was going to explode. His fingers were twitching on the steering wheel, it was too hot and he had trouble breathing. Above that, he was painfully aware of every single fucking move the angel made, and when he didn't move, Dean could see his pulse beating rapidly in his throat.
He didn't even want to consider how the angel was feeling right now.
Dean took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as he tried to focus on the road.
"So, Cas. What've you been up to?" he tried, his voice sounding like a dry croak in his ears.
He could see Cas swallow with difficulty. "I've been looking for someone to release us from this bond, like I've told you."
"No luck, huh?" No shit Sherlock.
"No."
It was silent for a few more painful minutes.
"Look, I can just fly there -"
"We're here," Dean interrupted with a sigh of relief.
Cas unclenched the fists he wasn't aware of clenching in the first place, and zapped out of the car, not having the patience for opening the door. Dean followed quickly after, and they both took a deep breath of the lovely fresh air.
"So let me get this straight – you can still zap around, even with your weakened powers?" Dean asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. He reached into the trunk, pulling out the necessities and handing a gun to Cas.
"Yes. Since I've still got my wings, I can still fly. I think I could also still heal minor injuries, but I can't kill creatures at the moment," Cas sighed, looking at Dean with a frown, taking the gun doubtfully.
"Hey, don't worry. It'll come back to ya. In the meantime, you can help me kill some evil sons of bitches. Let's go."
As Dean looked up at the creepy-as-fuck hotel, Cas looked at Dean, a small smile playing on his lips. He wondered what he'd done to deserve someone like him. He silently thanked his Father with all his heart as he followed Dean inside.
It was dirty and dark inside. It was also eerily quiet, something Dean had learned not to trust a long time ago. The windows were boarded shut, and Dean tossed Cas a torch, clicking on his own. The angel copied him, blinking at the bright light emerging from it.
They walked through the hotel, checking the rooms for any signs of paranormal activity. After about two hours of trudging through the abandoned place, they'd still found nothing.
"Dean, I don't think -"
Cas' sentence was cut off. They both froze as they heard a loud scraping coming from the wall behind Cas' head, as if someone was dragging a hook along it.
"Cas," Dean hissed. "Get away from there right now."
The angel nodded, very slowly stepping away from the wall. Dean grabbed his arm, pulling him in and the scraping noise stopped abruptly. Cas pointed the torch towards the wall, and Dean cursed when he saw a long line of ripped wallpaper, dark red substance oozing from it.
Cas stepped towards it, much to the distress of Dean. He stuck a finger into the substance and brought it to his lips.
"Dude!" Dean yelled.
"It's blood," Cas nodded, stepping back towards Dean.
"We could have figured that out without fucking tasting it! Damn it, Cas!"
Cas tilted his head and frowned, about to reply when Dean was suddenly launched through the air, smack into a wall.
"Dean!"
The angel appeared next to the groaning hunter. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine.. come on, we need to-"
This time, both Cas and Dean were thrown through the air, Cas bashing into a boarded window, Dean crashing through a door.
"Fucking hell!" Dean snarled.
He wiped some blood from his eye and looked around for Cas. He didn't have a chance to yell for him though, because the next moment, he was catapulted again, this time right into a tiny room. Cas followed him soon after, landing on top of him with a gasp. Cas scrabbled up, just in time to see the door being slammed shut.
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