Okay so here it is...People have been complaining (Mainly my rotten sisser) that I have taken too long to update, and just for that I made this story longer HAHAHAHAHAHA! Embrace the pain! No I am just kidding, this is just where it went. I hope y'all enjoy it! BY THE WAY IS ANYONE ELSE TWIRLING BECAUSE WE GOT A SEASON 7? OH YEAH BABY!
Disclaimer: I don't either of these precious men...dammit all! I was listening to: Poets of the Fall-Carnival of Rust when I wrote this chapter. LOVE IT!
"Sam, Samuel." Cas said in his usual greeting with a nod.
That was all the warning Dean had before the land changed and he felt the familiar drop in his stomach.
The space was dark and damp. Dean smelt it before he saw it. He could tell he was deep in the earth, and he had no idea where he was.
Dean's survival instinct kicked into overdrive. It took him less than a moment to realize Cas had zapped him into a dank cave with no apparent exit.
"Cas." Dean uttered shakily his eyes still searching for a point of egress.
"Yes Dean?' Cas asked turning towards the hunter.
Dean stepped forward in the angel's direction anger rolling off him in waves.
"Where the hell did you mojo us to?" The eldest Winchester began to pace his jade eyes darting around in the too small space.
"We are approximately 20 miles underground somewhere in the vicinity of New Zealand." Castiel stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh well…that's…that's fan-fucking-tastic!"Dean said almost screaming.
"It is the safest place for you Dean. You told me to "stash" you somewhere you couldn't hurt someone. There are few places on this planet that meet that requirement in your current…situation." Cas explained sincerely.
"Well why not just zap us to the frigging moon Cas!" Dean exclaimed his anger hanging by a rapidly thinning thread.
"I hadn't thought of that." The angel said a contemplative look dominating his features.
Dean had now begun to turn circles still trying to find a way ANY way out of the space that seemed to shrink by the minute.
"Dean. I made sure there was no way out of this cavern. Be assured you cannot escape." Castiel said watching the hunter pace and claw. It now began to dawn on the angel something was amiss.
"Dean." Cas began quietly disturbed by the Winchesters erratic behavior. "Dean, tell me what's wrong." He tried again. "This is odd behavior…even for you."
Castiel was right. The first thing that Dean did when he entered a new place, be it a diner for a pit stop. A house they are hunting a monster in, hell even a gas station when he needs to fuel up, he always looked and sought out all the available exits. He liked to know where all possible escape routes were. He never sat with his back to a door. He had to know who was coming and going at all times. Even in the few social situations Dean had been in he would never put his back to a door. Being able to see all who entered and exited gave him peace of mind. And if he was somewhere he couldn't see the exit he would move himself, his chair even a table if need be in order to be able to ease his panic. Not having an exit had never been a problem. There was always a way out.
Until now.
"Dean." Castiel said stepping into the path of the angst ridden hunter. "You must stop this."
When the angel caught Dean's eyes, there was a wild look to them that Castiel had never seen there before. Dean didn't see the angel in his panic stricken state. The only thing he saw was a threat. The crazed hunter turned vampire grabbed Cas by the neck, and slammed him back into the caverns wall with a feral growl.
"Dean." Castiel gasped losing his air supply, his vision beginning to darken as his oxygen was completely cut off.
"Dean….please." Cas begged in a hoarse whisper.
It was the sound of the all-powerful angel of the Lord pleading that pulled him back from the precipice of destruction.
Dean shook his head as if trying to shake the primal fear coursing through him. He fought the urge to simply kill. To destroy. To feed.
He. Was. Not. An. Animal.
This was Castiel. He trusted the angel completely. He told him to place him somewhere he could harm no one. He had just simply done as he was asked. Dean's hand loosened his hold around the angel's neck.
Castiel stumbled from the wall coughing and gasping for much needed air.
"Cas." Dean said turning to see the angel doubled over hauling precious oxygen into his lungs.
"I'm fine Dean." Castiel said straightening up to his usual height.
"Cas." Dean said again this time quieter his voice laced with guilt. "I am so sorry." He said stepping forward and placing a hand on the angel's shoulder.
"It fine Dean." Cas said stepping away as he spoke. "I was unaware that you had a fear of enclosed spaces." He finished apologetically.
"Hey." Dean said starting forward again. "Hey. It's not-" Running his hand through his hair. "It's not a fear alright? It's being thorough." The eldest Winchester said trying to figure out at what point in this conversation he turned into a total girl.
"Of course." Castiel said flatly, turning the opposite direction.
"My dad drilled that into my head. 'Always know your exits' he'd say." Dean's voice dropped lower attempting to imitate John Winchester's baritone.
"It must be disconcerting to find oneself in a place with no exits." Cas added helpfully.
"Damn right!" Dean said nodding his agreement.
"I am truly sorry I did not take that into consideration." Castiel said leaning with his back against the wall, one foot propped up on the wall with his arms crossed and his head down as if ashamed that he didn't know of Dean's claustrophobia.
Dean stepped towards the angel. "Really? Cas how could you know how I was gonna react? Hell I didn't know how I was gonna react."
As Dean neared Cas pushed off the wall and moved to the other side of the cavern.
"Still it's my responsibility to think of these things." Castiel said inwardly admonishing himself.
"Well." Dean said turning to face him again, "Now you know for next time. No reason to beat yourself up over it right?"
"I suppose." Castiel said taking a small step to the side and walking away.
Dean's brain began to notice a developing pattern. If not for his newfangled party tricks, it probably would have slipped past him. Castiel was a slick bastard after all. But he did notice it and it was weird to say the least. Castiel would walk away from him, and then he would talk. Then Dean would walk to him and answer, and then Cas would move away again. He took a step forward just to test the theory and sure enough when he got close enough the angel moved slightly out of his path and moved opposite of him.
Castiel was avoiding him.
Dean's heart dropped. He was so ashamed that he had produced this feeling in the angel. He couldn't blame him. After all he was a monster, and Cas and angel of the Lord. Of course he would be repulsed by him. Or maybe he was afraid. He all but killed him a few minutes ago, but Cas didn't startle easily.
"Cas?" Dean said grabbing the angel's attention.
"Yes Dean?" Castiel answered one eyebrow arched slightly.
"Are you…are you scared of me?" Dean asked feeling completely stupid.
And Castiel must have agreed, because a most un-angelic snort passed through Cas' lips.
"Why would you suggest such an idiotic notion Dean?" Castiel said resuming his lax stance on the caverns wall.
"Well Cas I've noticed your avoiding me." Dean said watching carefully for the angel's reaction.
"I am not avoiding you." Cas said quietly.
And there it was. The tale tell sign that said Cas was uncomfortable. He rubbed his neck. Yatzee Dean thought.
"See Cas I'm not sure I believe you, so the way I see it, it could be one of two things. One, you're afraid of me, and you don't got a big enough pair to admit it, or two it's something entirely different. Now I can see why you would be afraid of me, I am just as strong as you are now, but that's not really you're style. So my only other option is-" Dean stopped mid-sentence.
It wasn't because of the look of terror Castiel had donned on his face. One that hadn't surfaced since that night in the "Den of Iniquity." Dean hadn't even seen that. What had Dean baffled was the scent. Something was different. He couldn't place it off the top of his head, so he pulled the scent apart and took it one sense at a time.
He could feel the blood pump through Castiel hear it, and it was for lack of a better word racing though his system. Faster than a calm persons would be by a long shot. He could see that he was disturbed by something by the sheen of sweat that all but coated his body. Also he could smell it.
It all pointed to fear because he also could smell fear, but not the scent of fear for his life. It smelled sweeter than that kind of fear. It was like he had thought before, different.
Then a new scent waifed into the hunter nostrils, it assaulted his senses until he was almost heady with the feeling.
Dean's eyes widened with the knowledge his new senses gave him, and cringed at the fact that he would have been completely oblivious to it otherwise.
It was so obvious now. He could pin point a dozen different times that he should have seen it.
"Not fear." Dean said in astonishment still staring at Cas wide eyed.
Castiel finally met Dean's gaze and looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Dean took a step forward too fast for the angel to retreat this time. There was nowhere to go.
"Not fear" Dean repeated as he reached the angel.
"Arousal."
So there you have it! I think Dean is a little slow on the uptake sometimes, so I figure maybe his new senses can give the poor guy some insight...I mean we all know the dirty trench coat wearing angel is in love with him...Its about time he catches on don't you think.
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