This is the fourth chapter! Yay! I've been writing this on my AO3 account, so it might update faster on there. The reason for that is because I can type on it on my kindle, but i can't do that on here. Crazy tablet. Also, remember that story I was telling you guys about? Well, they updated recently and guess what? THEY KISSED!
Dean woke up with Cas in his arms for the second day in a row. He carefully untangeld himself, trying to let the angel sleep as much as he could, knowing his new human-ness would take him some time to get used to. Dean stretched as he stood, squatting next to his duffle and pulling out a fresh set of clothes. He vaguely registered the need to visit the laundramat as he made his way to the motel bathroom. He quickly went through his morning routine and stepped back into the motel room in a set of clean clothes. Sam was already up and rushed into the bathroom as soon as Dean stepped out. Dean scoffed at his brother and turned to the other occupant in the room. Cas was still curled underneath the now rumpled covers.
Dean took this chance to really appreciate the sleeping angel. His face was softened in that way you only get when you're unconscious. His legs are curled slightly underneath him and his arms are wrapped around Dean's pillow, his face resting on top of it. Dean can feel his own face soften at the sight and he is briefly reminded of his realization last night. He quickly shakes his head and clears his throat. Cas shifts slightly on the bed, but doesn't wake up to the sound.
"Cas, wake up." Dean tells him. The angel shifts again, but still doesn't wake up. Dean sighs and walks over to the bed. He shakes Castiel's shoulder, repeating his words.
Cas opens his eyes and sees Dean standing over him. He blinks a few times before letting out a yawn and stretching. He shakes his head and sits up, squinting at Dean.
"Good morning, Dean." He greets him, his voice rougher than usual from sleep. Dean coughs and smiles at him.
"We're, uh, going to be heading out in a bit. Sammy's in the shower right now, but as soon as he's out we'll leave." Dean tells the almost-ex-angel. Cas nods and slips out of the bed, stretching again. Dean realized that he'd been letting him sleep in his suit and trench coat. Said articles of clothing were extremely wrinkled, and could probably use a wash.
"Thank you Dean." Cas says suddenly. Dean's gaze snaps up from his clothes to his eyes.
"What?" He asks, not knowing what Cas is talking about.
"For being there for me during the storms. I know it makes you uncomfortable to be in such close proximity, especially in such an intimate setting. So, I wanted to thank you." Castiel explains. Dean holds up a hand.
"Hey, it's okay Cas. You don't have to thank me, I would have done the same with anyone in my family, and that includes you. We're family Cas, end of story." Dean tells his friend. Cas nods and smiles. Dean finishes packing up the few things they took out and Sam exits the bathroom, already wearing his clothes for the day.
"Sam, why don't you check out for me? Me and Cas are going to load up the Impala." Dean suggests with a pat to his brother's back.
"Sure Dean, I'm sure you and Cas would like the alone time." Sam agrees, shooting a Dean a Look. Dean glares at him and Sam laughs as he exits the room.
"Dean, what did he mean by 'alone time'?" Castiel asks, air-quotes and all. Dean blushes and shakes his head.
"Nothing Cas." Dean dismisses, picking up his and Sam's duffles. Cas follows him to the parking lot and Dean dumps the duffles into the trunk. He rounds the car and gestures for Cas to sit in the passenger seat.
"But Dean, Sam always sits 'shotgun'." Cas protests. Dean shrugs.
"Well, he's being a bitch, so you get the seat." Dean tells him. Cas nods and slides in beside Dean. Dean fiddles with the radio as they wait for Sam to finish checking them out. He settles on a classic rock station, which happens to be playing 'Hey Jude' when he switches to it. Dean smiles saddly at the radio as the song washes over him.
"This song has meaning to you." Cas points out. Dean huffs out a laugh.
"Yeah, you could say that." He agrees. "My mom used to sing it to me as a lullaby 'cause it was her favorite song. When Sammy had a nightmare, I used to sing it to him to calm him down. It's the one thing from home that I still have." Dean explains sadly. Cas's hand rests on his shoulder and he turns to look at him.
"Thank you for sharing this song with me." Cas tells him. Dean smiles at him.
"You gotta stop thanking me for being nice to you. I'm just treating you like I would treat anyone in my family." Dean tells him with a shake of his head.
"Then I thank you for letting me be in your family." Cas says instead. Dean laughs and shakes his head, looking up into the angel's eyes. They sit there staring at eachother, not saying a word, for a few minutes, until they're interupted by the cock-blocking moose himself. Sam knocks on the passenger door and gives Dean a bitchface. Dean shakes his head and jerks to the backseat with his thumb. Sam gives him a bigger bitchface and opens the door to the backseat.
"I hate you, jerk." Sam mutters. Dean gives him a smug grin in the rear-view mirror as he pulls out of the motel.
"That's what you get for being a bitch. Besides, Cas doesn't mind my music, isn't that right Cas?" Dean looks at Cas expectantly.
"It is pleasant, yes." Cas agrees. Dean sends a smug look back to his brother.
"See? Two against one Sammy." Dean gloats. Sam sighs.
"That's because he doesn't know any better Dean." Sam shoots back. Dean turns up the volume of the radio, which is now playing AC/DC's Hell's Bells.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you." He tells his brother, raising his voice to be heard over the music. He can practically feel the bitchface on his back, but chooses to ignore it in favor of concentrating on the open road in front of them.
So yeah, reviews are more than welcome. I enjoyed writing the brothers in this one, I miss them when they were like this. I don't like season 9. It could have gone so well, but they fucked it up. Still gonna watch though.