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Dean opened the door, and paused.
"Oh. Didn't think you'd be showing your face again."
"Well, here I am, Dean-o. Hiya, little bro," Gabriel grinned.
Castiel nodded at him.
"Cas! It's good to see you again!" Sam says, pleasantly surprised.
"Hello, Sam."
"It's been a while. What have you been up to, man?"
"I was dealing with things in Heaven." Like always.
"How's that been workin' out for ya, huh?" Gabriel said with a smirk.
Cas didn't reply, his eyes turning to the ground. Dean wanted to punch Gabriel in the face, no matter what it did to his hand.
"What's that smell?" Sam said, breaking the tension. He looked way too cheerful, way too early.
"Brought you breakfast," Dean replied, tossing the bag at his head.
"Awesome. Thanks."
"Yeah, don't mention it. What's up?" he said, eyeing Gabriel and Sam with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Nothing, Gabe just swung by. We think we've sorta located the vamps, by the way. Well, we know where they're getting all their vics from."
As Cas went to stand next to Sam and his laptop, Dean carefully approached Gabriel.
"Gabriel," he muttered.
The archangel raised an eyebrow at him.
"I need to talk to you. Alone," he said quietly, doing his best not to attract Cas' and Sam's attention.
"What? You need to talk to me? Alone?! All righty then!" Gabriel yelled cheerfully, clapping Dean on the back before leaving the room.
Sam and Cas looked up at Dean, frowning. He was going to kill that little shit. He quickly left the room, fuming, and slammed the door behind him.
He turned around to see the douchebag grinning brightly up at him, munching on a chocolate bar. Dean clenched his fists, breathing in through his nose. Don't punch him. Don't punch him. Don't punch him.
"Gabriel," he said through gritted teeth.
"What can I do for you, ya big jerk?" Gabriel asked cheerfully, licking his fingers.
"I need to ask you something."
The angel looked at him expectantly. He raised his eyebrows when the hunter didn't reply. "Well? I ain't got all day."
"All right, look.." Dean muttered, "You know that uh.. bond thing?"
A weird smile appeared on Gabriel's face. "What about it?"
"Uhh.. I was wondering.." He swallowed, looking down at his hands. "Does it.. does it leave any kind of residue?"
Gabriel blinked. "Uh, what?"
"You know." He studied the carpet underneath his boots with great interest. "Some kind of after effect, or something."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Like what?"
"I don't know! Like, still feeling some things.." he trailed off, mumbling.
After a long moment of silence, he looked up to see a smirk on Gabriel's face. Within seconds, it was gone again, replaced by a huge eye roll.
"Of fucking course not, you idiotic, mentally retarded dipshit. There's nothing left of the bond inside the pair of you. Not a fucking trace."
Dean blinked. Oh.
"Oh."
"Okay, are we done wasting my time?" Gabriel didn't wait for an answer, disappearing into thin air with a loud rustling of wings.
Shit. Dean shook his head, clearing it, and ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before opening the door again. He would have laughed at Sam and Cas' confused faces if he hadn't been feeling so weird.
"Uh.. Dean?"
He blinked. "Yeah."
"What was that about?" Sam asked, frown heavy on his brow.
"Nothin'."
"Why did you want to speak to Gabe alone?" Sam persisted.
The little tyke just didn't know when to shut up.
"Look, Sam, it was nothing. If it was important, I would have told you, all right?" Dean snapped.
He turned around, opening the door again.
"Where are you going?" Sam called.
"For a walk," he said curtly, before slamming the door shut behind him.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Gabriel was lying. He had to be. He was a self absorbed little prick who loved to fuck with people's minds, of course he was lying.
This was what he was trying to convince himself as he walked through town. It was quiet since it was still the crack of fucking dawn, and he found himself greatly enjoying the serenity. He wasn't exactly sure where he was, but he figured he'd find his way back.
He was becoming tired though, but he didn't want to go back just yet.
Dean spotted a park, much to his joy, and he sat down on one of the benches with a grunt. He leaned back, enjoying the gentle sun in his face, and closed his eyes.
As Dean sat there in the complete silence, he couldn't stop the flow of thoughts pour into his mind.
What the hell was going on with him? He knew he didn't actually.. feel things for Castiel. It was definitely the bond, some weird human reaction to it. It would pass quickly. He hoped. But thinking those thoughts didn't stop the weird fluttering in his stomach whenever Cas turned his piercing blue eyes on him. It didn't stop the shiver running down his spine when their hands accidentally brushed. It didn't stop him wanting to shove Cas over a tabletop and fuck him until he begged for mercy.
Woah. Back up.
What the fuck was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to avoid Cas entirely? He could feel his heart clench at the thought. Well, that was out of the question. He supposed he would.. just act as if nothing was going on. As usual. He'd give it a week. If it wasn't over by then, he'd -
"Dean."
Dean jumped up, gasping. Oh, for fuck's sake.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not creep up on me like that!" he snarled, clutching his chest.
"My apologies. I hadn't realised you were so absorbed in your thoughts to hear me," Cas said in that gravelly, serious voice of his.
"Ugh, Jesus," he groaned, running a hand over his face. "How the hell did you know where I was, anyway?"
Cas looked away, as if the sky had suddenly become the most interesting thing he had ever seen in his entire existence. "I.. followed you. I was worried."
Dean rolled his eyes, trying to compensate for the flush rising on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
"Thanks, Mom, but I'm fine. I can go for walks all by myself now. I'm a big boy."
Cas frowned at him. "Dean.."
"All right, all right. Well, like you can see, I'm fine," the hunter snapped. He was really not in the mood for this now.
Cas leaned back, digging his hands into his pockets. "You don't want to see me."
Dean felt guilt run deep and cold through his veins. "No, listen Cas.. I'm not feeling so great at the moment, okay?"
Castiel nodded after a moment. "I understand." He stood up to leave.
"Wait," Dean muttered, hand shooting out to grasp Cas' wrist. The angel looked at him in confusion.
"Actually, on second thought, I could use some company, I guess," he said, looking directly at Cas.
The latter stared back at him, before nodding slowly and sitting back down next to him. Dean didn't release his wrist. His grip gentled, and he started stroking the inside of Cas' wrist softly with his thumb.
He saw the faint shiver run through Castiel, and he started stroking slow, gentle circles. The angel turned his head to look at him, huge blue eyes piercing right through his own. Their faces were ridiculously close. It would be so easy for him to close that tiny gap, to press his lips against Cas', gently at first but then quickening the pace, tasting him, feeling him..
Cas turned his head, staring at the park before them. Dean let go of his wrist, running his hands through his hair.
"So, uh.." he said awkwardly, scratching at his neck, "Sam said he knew where the vamps were getting their victims. Did he tell you where?"
Cas nodded, not looking at him. "He said the victims had all been taken from the bar down the road of the hotel."
"When the fuck did he have time to do all this research?" Dean muttered.
"Well, you've been quite.. distant, Dean. A lot of things have been going on. Maybe you just haven't noticed because you were too busy with other things."
"Huh," he replied drily.
Cas looked up at him. "Are you all right?"
Dean smiled bitterly. "Just peachy, Cas. Peachy."
The angel frowned. "Dean, what -"
"Cas, don't. Please. Just don't."
He reached out, touching Cas' cheekbone before he could stop himself. Cas stared at him, his face an emotionless mask.
"Let's just not talk about it. Not now," Dean murmured, brushing along Cas' cheek with his thumb.
Not now. Not ever.
Cas blinked at him, his eyes completely devoid of any sign of emotion. Dean dropped his hand, shaking his head.
"I gotta get back to Sam," he then muttered, standing up.
"Dean.."
He turned around, not quite looking Cas in the eye. There was a pause.
"I'll bring you. It will save time," the angel then said quietly.
Dean huffed a bitter chuckle. "I'll pass. See ya."
He then turned around and walked away, not looking back once.
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Dean almost felt sorry for Sam when he opened the door. He was lying on one of the beds, staring at the TV with empty, bored eyes. He jumped up as soon as he saw Dean.
"Dean," he exclaimed, walking over to his older brother.
"Hey. Sorry about before, man. I wasn't feelin' great. I just needed some air," Dean said, ruffling Sam's hair, much to the latter's annoyance.
"Did Cas speak to you? He said he was gonna see where you were headed," he said with a frown.
Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah. It's fine."
There was a pause.
"Uhh.. where is he?" Sam then asked with raised eyebrows.
"I don't know. Angel business, I guess. Anyway, he told me what you told him. About the vampires."
Sam shook his head. "Uh, yeah. The bar's called The Playpen."
Dean grimaced. "Jesus, that's disturbing."
"Yeah. Anyway, we should check it out tonight."
"Sure. We got enough dead man's blood?"
"We should check the trunk, but I think so," Sam nodded.
"Good."
Dean lay down on his bed, closing his eyes and getting comfortable.
"Hey.. Dean?"
"Yeah."
"Do you.. what's going on with you, dude?"
Dean opened one eye. "What?"
"You've been acting weird ever since Gabe broke that bond. Especially around Cas. There's something going on with you, man. I'm not blind."
Dean groaned. "Sam, really? There's nothing going on! Drop it."
"Look, Dean, the only reason I'm bringing this up at this very moment is because it's probably the only moment in a long time we'll be alone. Unless you want me to bring it up with Cas here, or Gabriel even?"
"Fuck, no!" he yelled, jumping up. Anything but Gabriel.
Sam leaned back with a smug look on his face, the little shit.
"So.." he drawled.
Dean glared at him. "Fuck you, Sam. Seriously."
Sam didn't reply, the corners of his lips twitching. Dean heaved a huge sigh.
"Listen. I'm not sure what's going on, okay? Just.. just give me some time to figure some stuff out. I'll get back to ya," he muttered.
Sam leaned forward, the smug look on his face replaced by a worried frown. "Dean.. you'd tell me if there was anything seriously wrong, right?"
Dean glanced up at him, flashing him a brief smile. "'Course, Sammy. Don't you worry about me."
Sam opened his mouth, but at that moment Castiel himself decided to make his entrance. He appeared in the middle of the room, his face as earnest as always. Dean's toes curled up in his boots, and he kicked them off and rolled over, showing them his back. He closed his eyes again.
"Uh. Hey, Cas," Sam said uncomfortably.
"Hello, Sam. Dean."
Dean grunted in acknowledgement. There was a moment of silence. He didn't want to look at Cas' face, or even Sam's for that matter. Cas cleared his throat – wait, what? His eyes opened at the unusual sound. He'd never heard Cas do anything as human as clear his throat, before.
"Have you thought of a plan yet?" the angel asked, his voice no different than usual.
Ugh. Why couldn't they just leave him alone to sulk and sleep.
"Well, sort of. We were planning on going into the bar tonight, just to take a look," Sam replied.
"I'll come with you."
Dean's eyes flew open. Please, no.
"Uhh, thanks, Cas, but it's not really necessary. We're not actually going hunting, we just want to check out the place first. And we can handle a couple of vampires," Sam said with a smile.
Bless his soul.
"You weren't handling them too well a few weeks ago," Cas replied stonily.
Burn. Fuck.
He turned around, opening his eyes.
"We would have been fine without your help, Cas, so you can just get off your high and mighty horse right now. Yeah, you helped us, yeah, we thanked you. That was one time. We were caught off guard. We're more than capable of taking out a couple of vamps," he snapped.
Cas blinked at him, a flash of hurt appearing and disappearing in his eyes. It was quickly replaced with anger.
"As happy as I am that you've stopped your immature ignoring session, I'd rather you wouldn't speak to me like that when you know I'm right."
"I don't know squat," Dean snarled back. Wait, shit, that didn't come out right. "I mean, about you. I don't know about you being right. You're wrong!"
He heard Sam groan into his hand. Cas just narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to reply. Dean didn't give him the chance.
"What are you even still doing here, anyway? The bond's been broken. You've got angel stuff to deal with, so go deal with it and leave me alone. If we need any angelic guidance, we've got Gabriel."
Shit. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he'd crossed a line. That was low. Sam was completely silent for once, just staring at him with a slightly open mouth. Cas looked at him, his eyes wide and huge. Dean knew he should apologise while he still could, but his stubbornness wouldn't let him.
Cas took a deep breath, glancing at Sam and then the ground. He gave a small nod and then disappeared.
"Dude, you suck."
"Shut up, bitch."
"Whatever, jerk. You two'd better sort out your domestic issues, or I'm gonna rip my hair out."
"Good. That stupid Rapunzel haircut of yours is driving me up the wall."
Sam rolled his eyes, and Dean turned around again, refusing to let guilt engulf him.
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"Well, that was a total waste of a perfectly good night," Dean grumbled as they got into the car.
Sam shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, man. Must have messed up somewhere. Guess that means more digging," he sighed.
"Wrong bar," Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "This is what happens when the dumber brother does all the work."
"Oh, shut up, Dean. At least I was doing something. You were too busy being in your own little soap opera with Cas."
"Shut up!"
Sam smirked a little at his own wit, and they were silent for a few minutes while they drove.
"By the way.." Dean began.
Sam looked up, curious.
"I think I'm gonna take another room tonight by myself. I don't feel so well," he continued. Lame excuse, and Sam knew it.
He nodded, though. "All right."
They continued in comfortable silence, getting out at the motel. Dean went to the receptionist to get another room, and Sam went up and gathered Dean's toiletries together for him.
He handed them to him when he entered the room.
"Thanks, Sammy," Dean said gratefully as he took the stuff from his little brother.
"No problem. Now get your ass into that other room," Sam replied, a knowing glint in his eye.
"Oh Sam, I get all tingly when you talk to me like that," his older brother smirked, and he turned around to leave.
"Hang on, you didn't get the room right next to this one, right?" Sam asked suddenly.
"Uh, no, it's down the hallway. Why?"
"Okay, good. Just think of the neighbours when you get busy, okay?"
The only response that got was a mobile phone thrown at his head.
Later that night, Dean sat on his bed, head in his hands. It was dark, and he hadn't bothered to turn on the light. The curtains were drawn from the window, though, and the moon shining through the glass illuminated the room. It was so deathly quiet he thought he could hear his blood pumping.
All right, he had to do this. He cleared his throat.
"Cas?" Dean murmured. "Cas, could you please get down here? I.. need to speak to you."
He waited a few moments. Nothing.
"Castiel, have you got your ears on? Come on, man. Please. I gotta talk to you."
He waited some more. Still nothing. Finally accepting that Cas officially thought he was a complete dick and never wanted to see him again, he kicked off his boots, his T-shirt following.
He crawled into bed, feeling miserable. He closed his eyes.
"I'm such a piece of fucking shit," Dean said out loud to himself. "A piece. Of fucking. Shit."
"Some people would disagree."
The hunter started, opening his eyes to see Cas standing at the foot of the bed, his hands in his pockets. His face was unreadable as ever. It was silent for a few moments.
"Would you?" he then asked, his voice rough.
Cas looked down. "Not at the moment."
Dean nodded, standing up. He slowly neared the angel, as if he was some kind of animal that would run away if he made any sudden movements.
"What do you want, Dean? You made yourself quite clear when you said I wasn't necessary any more," he then said coldly.
"Cas -"
"No. There isn't anything I want to hear from you. If you need anything, you've got Gabriel. What could you possibly want from me, Dean Winchester?" Cas continued, his voice so icy Dean was surprised his breath wasn't coming out in clouds.
"There's nothing you want to hear from me?" Dean asked quietly, stopping just a few inches away from Cas.
The latter narrowed his eyes. "No."
"Nothing at all?"
Cas frowned. "No!"
Dean gave him a small smile. "Then why did you come when I called?"
Cas blinked at him, his mouth opening and closing. It looked hilarious. It made Dean want to kiss him.
"Look, Cas.." he began softly.
The angel turned away, facing towards the window, but it didn't matter.
"I'm a dick. I really am. Especially when I'm not sure about.. important stuff. When I'm not sure about feelings. I become a total douchebag to anyone I care about because I don't know how to deal."
"That doesn't excuse -"
"Of course it doesn't. It doesn't excuse anything. It doesn't change anything. Cas.."
He paused, touching Cas' shoulder. The latter turned carefully, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean a word of it. You mean the world to me, and more, Cas. I want you around. All the time. I don't care if you hang around us without a specific reason. I want you to be there. You.. I need you, man," he broke off, his hand cupping the side of Cas' face.
The angel just stared at him, and fuck, his cheeks were turning slightly pink. Dean didn't even know it was possible for an angel to blush, but fuck him if it wasn't the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.
Dean pushed gently forward, pushing Cas against the wall, his other hand coming up to cup the other side of his face.
"Cas?" Jesus, he sounded like a two dollar whore.
"Dean?" Damn it, his wrecked voice was going straight to Dean's groin.
"I'm gonna kiss you now."
Cas nodded.
Dean practically crashed their mouths together. Cas let out a small groan, and his arms came around Dean's waist and pulled him roughly against his own body.
The hunter brushed his tongue along Cas' lower lip, before nipping at it hungrily with his teeth. The angel shuddered against him, fingers digging into his bare back. Cas opened his mouth, and Dean's tongue claimed his mouth immediately.
Cas put his hand on the scar on Dean's shoulder, and a loud moan escaped his throat before he could stop himself, pulling a shudder from his whole body. Cas echoed the sound, pressing harder. Dean angled his head, deepening the kiss hungrily.
Cas shrugged out of his trench coat, not breaking the kiss once. Dean lifted him up, holding his waist, and the angel wrapped his legs around him, crotches rubbing together.
"Fuck," Dean hissed, lips still touching Castiel's.
Cas answered it with a growl, rolling his hips. Dean felt his knees weaken, and he quickly carried Cas to the bed, still not breaking the kiss.
He dropped him inelegantly onto the bed, not giving a fuck as he shimmied out of his jeans and covered Cas' body with his own. It was then that it occurred to him that he was now practically naked, and Cas was still wearing most of his clothes.
He tugged the suit jacket off, throwing it across the room somewhere. He finally broke away, leaning up to stare at the angel. His lips were slightly swollen and shiny with their saliva, his pupils huge. He looked disheveled and rough, and fuck if it didn't turn Dean on.
He slowly pulled off Cas' tie, not breaking eye contact the entire time. As he started on Cas' buttons, the latter let out a frustrated sound.
"Hurry up," he snapped, his voice breathless and wrecked.
Dean couldn't stop the small grin that crept on his face. "Let's take our time. We hurried last time." He wanted to do it right.
Cas leaned up on his elbows, kissing the hunter deeply. Dean slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it gently off of his shoulders. He then broke away from Cas' mouth to move to his neck.
He kissed the pale skin, nipped at it with his teeth, licked at it. He relished every single sound that poured from Cas' lips.
Dean's teeth grazed along his collarbone. He then planted an open-mouthed kiss on Cas' nipple before gently licking it, occasionally including his teeth, feeling it harden in his mouth. He did the same to the other nipple, taking his sweet time.
He moved down along his ribcage, kissing and biting where he went. He dipped his tongue into Cas' navel, kissing his way down to his crotch.
Dean pulled slowly at the belt, and Cas huffed. The next thing Dean knew, Cas was completely naked.
"Hey, not fair," he chuckled.
Dean kissed his way around Cas' member, causing the mighty angel of the Lord to be reduced to a whimpering mess.
"Dean," he gasped, rolling his hip forward.
Finally, Dean took Cas into his mouth. His tongue brushed along the tip, and he started sucking. Jesus, he could come just from the sounds Cas was making. Trembling hands dug into his hair, and he started sucking harder, his head going down.
Suddenly, he was being pulled up roughly, lips smashing violently into his own. His underwear was torn from his body, and flung across the room. He was about to make some smart-ass remark about Cas taking control before the latter cupped his crotch, making whatever he was going to say turn into a loud moan.
Cas rubbed slowly, and if Dean didn't watch out he was going to come right here and now like some kind of teenager.
"Dean," Cas panted in his ear.
"Cas," he replied, his voice no more than a breathy moan.
"Dean, I need you.. now, please.."
Oh.
Cas wrapped his legs around Dean's waist, pushing him towards him. The hunter touched Cas' face, his hair, his jaw.
"Don't we.. don't we need, like, lube or something.."
"Dean, I'm an angel. Please!"
Cas' demanding tone made him shiver, and he circled a finger around the angel's entrance. He slowly pushed in, relishing the moans Cas made when he bent his finger a particular way. Soon, another finger followed, and then another. Cas was basically riding his fingers now, and he was pretty sure Sam could hear the moans even from where his room was.
All right. Enough.
He leaned down, hitching Cas' hips up. Slowly, so slowly, he pushed himself inside, letting out a loud groan from the pure pleasure erupting down there.
"Oh God, Cas," he panted.
Cas managed to glare at him even through this, but any snappy remark he was about to make about blaspheme evaporated when Dean started moving. His legs squeezed Dean's waist rather painfully as he pushed him deeper, fingers clawing at his back.
Dean leaned his face down, his lips next to Cas' ear. He took the chance to nibble and kiss his ear and the soft patch of skin below it. Cas's hand came up to the back of his head, pressing him closer.
"Dean," he panted as Dean moved in and out. "Dean, Dean, Dean.."
"Cas.." Dean murmured in his ear, running his hands up and down Cas' body slowly.
Dean reached down in between them to grasp Cas' member, rubbing to match his thrusts. Cas' mouth fell open, his eyes glazed at his stared at Dean, rolling his hips harshly. Cas turned his head then, biting and sucking on Dean's neck through his moans, and that was it.
His mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut as pure bliss exploded within him. He clung onto Cas, mumbling and groaning and growling and moaning in his ear, pressing himself as close to the angel as he could.
Soon after, he heard Cas gasp, and he felt wet warmth on his stomach as Cas came, legs locking around him as they rode out their orgasms.
"Dean, you.." Cas choked, before breaking off to moan again.
Dean kissed him, sloppily and deeply. The kiss became gentler as they both came down from their high. Finally, Dean pulled out and broke away, staring at the angel below him. There were no words.
He leaned down, and kissed Cas' nose. Then he kissed his eyelids, his cheekbones, the dip between his top lip and nose. Cas looked up at him, a small smile tugging at his lips.
God, Sam was right. It was like they were in some kind of soap. Cas looked at him, confused, as he started grinning to himself like an idiot.
"What's funny?" he asked, voice still rough and so, so fucking sexy, god damn it.
"Nothin', Cas. Let's just sleep."
"But you know I don't-"
Dean pressed a finger against Cas' lips. "Shh. Sleep."
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