25...26...27...
Dean was watching the numbers roll on the gas pump.
30...31...32...
When it gets to be full, I'll go in and get the beers.
It suddenly occurred to him the Castiel had probably never had a beer before.
Cas doesn't seem like they type of guy to have beer. Wonder what he'd like. He's probably an Irish-cream girl-drink type.
'$52.80,' the pump stopped rolling with a ding. Dean dug in the glovebox for a credit card.
Thank you, Hector Aframian.
The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Dean couldn't place it. Maybe it was just one he hadn't used in a while. Just as he swiped the card, a police car pulled up at the tank on the other side of his. Sheriff Mills's voice came floating out of the radio.
"..A 2008 white BMW going southbound on the interstate..." The radio crackled and fizzled. "Karfs, you on it?"
A portly man Dean supposed was Karfs picked up the receiver. "Yeah, Mills, I will be. I'm just gassing up the car right now."
"Okay, well, hurry up. This is some mess we've got going on."
"Hm? How so?" Karfs grunted.
"The security cameras are picking up the driver, a guy named Ivan DuBois. But I'm sitting here watching the cars chase him on the TV with Mr. DuBois himself. We're watching his doppelgänger in a full-on road rage with his BMW."
"What?" Karfs nearly shouted into the radio.
Dean had heard enough to know it was a shapeshifter they were after. They were the only ones who didn't require any contact with the person they were at the time.
Get the beers and the Irish cream and go go go
Maybe Cas can help
No he can't what with that broken arm
Maybe he can help.
Shifting his priorities, Dean hurried in for the drinks. Once he'd paid (courtesy of Mr. Aframian), Dean ran to the car and started driving back to the house, police scanner on full blast.
Castiel was following the pictures in the book without much thought for the paragraphs accompanying them. It was hard though, finding the tools to help him. Overall, Castiel wasn't sure why exactly Dean wanted him to do this.
He heard the front door open and slam shut. Bags were being set down.
"Hey, Cas?" Dean's voice rang through the house. "I was at the station when," a clink of glass. Bottles set on the counter. "I heard this cop on the radio." Refrigerator door opening, followed by more clinking, and the door shutting again. "They were talking about something, sounded like there could be a shapeshifter in the area." A soft hiss of a beer bottle being opened. Dean thundered up the stairs. Castiel's heartbeat quickened. He could feel his face growing warm and a fluttery sensation enveloped him, though he wasn't sure why.
Dean told me to follow the instructions, and that's exactly what I did.
Why am I reassuring myself?
"Cas, why didn't you make-" Dean stopped talking the moment he saw Castiel on the bed.
"Hello, Dean."
Dean continued to stare at Castiel, not realizing his beer had shattered on the floor.
"I followed the instructions in the green book." Castiel tilted his eyes, unsure of Dean's reaction. "Like you told me to."
Dean was still struggling to process the sight that lay before him: Castiel laying on the bed, leaning back on his elbows, looking directly into his eyes, that livid blue gaze unwavering. It didn't help any that he was naked save for a lacy black piece of underwear barely covering up his member.
"Cas- Cas, put some clothes on." Dean couldn't tear his eyes away; he was still in shock.
"Dean-"
"Now." Dean closed the door and went downstairs.
"Dean, I-" Castiel called after him.
"I swear I will lock you inside this room until you put on some proper clothes." The tone in his voice indicated he wasn't joking.
Castiel put on the same clothes he had worn after the shower (naturally removing the lacy thing). He then walked downstairs, green paperback in hand.
Dean was sitting at the desk in the study. He avoided Castiel's gaze until Castiel put the book down in front of him. The cover explained everything. Dean chuckled when he saw it. He looked up at Castiel and burst into gales of laughter at the sight of him crossing his arms. He could almost feel the sassiness radiating from Castiel.
Castiel was trying to keep a straight face even though he didn't understand the humor Dean found in the situation.
"What?"
Dean managed to straighten himself up in the chair. Leaning back, he told Castiel there was another paperback book in the box with plenty of recipes.
"Your point?"
"Cas, this is the Christmas edition of Busty Asian Beauties."