A/N - This is my first fanfiction. Based off of the prompt "imagine Person A of your OTP standing in the rain looking like a lost puppy. Person B comes over with an umbrella."
He could have sworn it was her. Cas tilted his head and squinted at the apartment window. No movement where, only moments before, he could've sworn he saw a flash of red hair and white wings - his former commander. But that was impossible.
Anna had been dead for a long time. Michael himself killed her when she attacked the Winchesters in 1978; it was impossible.
The rain was obscuring his vision, that was all. Nothing more. Although his eyes rarely played tricks on him...
"There you are Cas. C'mon man, I've been looking for you."
His hunter held an umbrella above the angel's head.
"Dean, I do not require cover from something as inconsequential as rain."
Dean led Cas away from the street corner back towards the diner they had been in.
"One minute, I'm ordering pie with you and then - wham! You had mojo-ed yourself across the street. It's pouring outside, what were you doing, Cas?"
"I thought I had seen someone but I was mistaken."
"You okay, buddy? You look like you got the day lights scared out of you."
"I am fine, Dean."
His hunter handed the waitress a twenty from his wallet and handed Cas the bag of food. The angel found himself staring at the apartment complex again.
"You sure you're alright, buddy?"
"I assure you Dean, I am fine."
Castiel was still dripping wet from the rain; a small puddle had formed around his feet on the diner floor. He must have looked pretty spooked because Dean didn't wait for him to dry off before getting back in the Impala, and water could damage the car's leather seats. Or that's what the older Winchester always told Sam.
Dean started the car and Cas got one last look at the building as they drove towards the motel. The hunter looked over at his angel. Normally he found the angel always staring at him - it felt like he was looking into him - unnerving. But the lack of his gaze was odd, it felt like he was missing something; something was off.
"Cas, who'd you see back there?"
"No one. I told you, I saw no one."
"Well, who'd you think you saw?"
The angel didn't respond, and continued to stare out the window. Dean pressed his lips together and glanced at his angel again before pulling the Impala onto the shoulder of the road.
"Dammit, Cas. Look at me." He grabbed Cas' chin and turned his head towards himself. Castiel fixed his gaze downward. "Who did you see, Cas? You can trust me."
"Dean, I do not wish to discuss this."
The hunter sighed and pulled back onto the road.
"Dean, I-"
"Save it, ok? Just save it, Cas."
Castiel and Dean sit silently in the Impala, Cas respecting personal space, for once. Cas avoided looking Dean in the eye as they turned into the motel parking lot.
"I thought I saw Anna in the building."
The older Winchester pulled his angel out of the car by the lapels of his trench coat, half-dragging him into the motel room.
Dean knew that if he really wanted to fight against him, his angel could have him on the floor in seconds.
"Dean, what are you doing?"
"C'mon, Cas, you're a mess."
"Dean, I don't understand."
"You're getting water everywhere, Cas, it's freezing out. You could get a cold or something."
"I am an angel of the Lord, Dean, I am not susceptible to human rhinovirus." Cas frowns defensively.
Dean rolled his eyes and plopped Castiel on the bed. Cas takes off his coat and lays it flat on top of the comforter next to him.
"Dean, I don't think this is necessary."
Still, Castiel didn't move as his hunter made coffee in the room's kitchenette. The angel loosened his tie further, before deciding to just remove it altogether, placing it on the night stand.
Dean hands him a Styrofoam cup and hangs Cas's coat on a hook by the front door. Cas sips gently and watches Dean in confusion as he grabs a towel from the motel bathroom.
"Just sit still, Cas." Dean ruffles the towel through his angel's hair and presses it softly along his face, mopping up the flecks of rain left on his skin. "There. Better?"
Castiel contemplates for a moment. He cocks his head to the side. "Yes, actually. I do, Dean. Thank you."
"Well, I have to take care of my angel, don't I?" The hunter smirked and patted his angel on the back.
"Where is Sam?" Cas narrowed his eyes and quickly surveyed the room.
"Sammy went out to interview the family," they had been working a case in town, a few people had reported suspicious sightings near a townhouse development and two days ago a man was found dead in one of the basements. Probably a ghost, Sam said. "He said he won't be back for a few hours. The nerd wants to do more research."
Cas nodded curtly. "What were you planning on doing?"
Dean shrugs and leans back on the cheap mattress, sitting up against the headboard. His angel copies him. "Pass the remote, will ya' Cas?"
Dean flips through the channels, not bothering to check what was on before clicking to the next. After going through the forty channels the motel offered twice, he clicked off the television. He felt a slight rustle next to him and looked at Cas. He was still a decent foot away from him.
Dean leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes. It was as good a time as any to get some rest. Then he felt something again. It was light, soft but strong at the same time.
"Do you feel that?" He opened one eye to look at Castiel, who was staring at him, as usual.
"I don't feel anything unusual."
"There's something big, right–" he felt it again beneath his fingers "-here."
Castiel sat up in surprise when Dean touched the invisible object.
"What's wrong, Cas?"
"Nothing. It's just- that's my wing, Dean."
"Does it hurt, when I touch it?"
"No, it's just sensitive. I didn't realize it was touching you. I can try to move it out of your way, if you prefer."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
Castiel relaxed back next to his hunter.
"Is it cool if I-"
"Yes, it's fine."
Dean ran his fingers along the layers of feathers, which were rough and bumpy, but overall smooth; a straight line along Cas's wing. The angel shivered slightly but didn't move away from his hunter.
"Cas, you know you have a family, right?"
"Of course. They're waiting in heaven to kill me though, so I wouldn't say we're on good terms."
"No, Castiel, I mean here, with me and Sam and Bobby. We're your family too."
The angel stayed silent while Dean continued to run his hand along Cas's wing in amazement. How did he never notice his wings before? I mean, he always knew they were there, but he had never felt them before this now; he had never even thought about them, not really.
"Dean, may I ask you something?"
"What, Cas?"
"Dean, you know I am much more fond of you than of most humans, or angels for that matter. And was the one who raised you from hell and as I said in that alley when you were attempting to become Michael's vessel, you are the reason I disobeyed."
"Is there a question?"
"I was wondering if you were fond of me as well." The Winchester didn't need to look up to know his angel was staring at him.
"Listen, Cas-" Dean cleared his throat.
"I see." The angel shifted, angling himself away from his hunter, starting to stand on the edge of the bed, no doubt to take off to somewhere.
"No, Cas, you don't." The hunter grabbed his angel's arm, and turned him so they were face to face. Dean grabbed the sides of Cas's face and brought it up to his, ignoring the look of surprise and curiosity on his face, ignoring the fact that Cas was an angel, that Cas was male and Dean was straighter-than-straight. Or maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought, considering how desperate he was for that kiss, how long he had wanted to do it, somewhere in his mind.
It was different from any girl he had ever touched, had ever kissed. It was heaven, no he had been to heaven, and this was definitely better.
He could taste Cas on his lips-coffee and something that could only be described as a summer breeze-and he could feel Cas reacting to him. Shock at first, but then he felt him relax and smile into Dean's kiss, lips parting slightly.
Cas moaned as Dean sucked on his bottom lip, only encouraging him further.
The angel was happy with his hunter, he had been wanting for this to happen, ever since he began feeling. And he was feeling so much. Dean's hands on his neck, his hands in Dean's hair, his wings wrapping around his hunter, pressing them closer. Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, Cas felt; more than he ever felt before.
Dean pulled away for a second, to see his angel's face. Cas's eyes flitted up to Dean, curious and sad. Not their usual sad, but a disappointed, why-did-you-stop sad. Castiel was longing and so was Dean, so close to what he wanted. It was more than lust, Dean was an expert on lust, it was - love.
"Dean," Cas was practically whimpering. "Please."
"How about you mojo us back onto the bed, angel?" Dean smirked.