Exactly five seconds after Cas left, Dean covered his face and cursed himself for being the idiot he is, digging his fingers into his eyes. It's fine, he's just having a minor internal crisis, though it's less over how Cas is male and more over how he's feeling entirely too much too soon for the closest thing he has to a friend. Who deserves more than half-truths, anyhow. Dammit. He headed out, barefoot like an idiot, to stop the angel 'Cas? Cas, wait.'
Cas heard Dean, but keeps walking. Eventually Dean caught up, and grabbed Castiel's arm. Dean twisted Cas to face him, and somewhere in that moment, Cas found himself kissing Dean, square on the lips. Not what he expected to do, but he leaned into it, putting his free hand in the small of Dean's back, pulling him closer. After they pulled apart, Castiel realized that Dean had just run over gravel and various debris, including glass, barefoot. "Dean, your feet. You're bleeding."
"..." Dean kinda short-circuited, mouth open and a bit wrecked, he looked at Cas with shock and definitely wanted to try that again. Who cared about feet, what feet, hell he'll remember to breathe in a minute.
Since Dean didn't pull away any further, Castiel leaned up for another kiss, this time taking his hand from Dean and running his hand through Dean's hair.
Which would be great, if they'd had a minute, uninterrupted. There was an obnoxious clapping somewhere off to their right.
"It's about time, you two." Sam said, "I've been trying to leave you two alone all the damn time... it's nice to see you two make such good use of your time together." Sam laughed lightly, and continued, "Anyway, I came to say that I finished the laundry, Dean, yours is on the bed, Cas, I gotta go get your coat dry cleaned, so you two lovebirds have about an hour to make the best of." Still smirking, Sam turned on his heel and headed back to the main street.
Sam found the dry cleaners pretty easily, not that anything was very hard to find in this town, and headed in with Cas' coat. "Hi. I just need this dry cleaned, please."
The lady behind the counter gave the dusty, and slightly bloody, coat a weary look and said "That'll be $5 and we'll have it ready in about half an hour."
"Thank you." Paying her, Sam headed to the diner, grabbed a late lunch to kill some time. Turns out with the rate of service, by the time he'd finished and grabbed lunch for Dean and Cas, plus pie, it'd been almost an hour. Sam headed back to the drycleaner's, claimed the coat, and walked back to the motel. As he got to the room, he made damn sure to knock, because he did not want to walk into whatever the hell it was they were doing. As it turned out, they were waiting on Sam, because Castiel opened the door wearing Dean's jeans.
After Dean had bitten his tongue, and refrained from yelling obscenities at his brother for ruining the moment, he'd gotten himself and Cas inside, sheepishly limping back to the room. After having his feet fixed by an impatient angel, he was glad that Sam had taken a hike for awhile. Dean greeted his little brother with mussed hair and a smirk, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Nice to see you two had fun," Sam said laughing, noting that the Bon Jovi shirt was now hanging unceremoniously over the mirror in the corner. "I brought you some sustenance... and pie." He handed over the bag to Dean, and gave Cas one of the burgers, before his brother ate them all.
After Sam had left, Cas found himself almost dragged back to the room. Once they were back, he found himself basically blackmailing Dean to allow him to heal Dean's feet. Not that he would have carried through with the threat, but it worked. Sam had told them that they would have an hour, and Cas sure as hell wanted to make the most of it. However, that hour went by too damn quick. He soon felt Sam's presence and had just managed to slip on his jeans when Sam knocked. Cas took a second to get to the door to allow Dean to get his pants on and sit up on the bed, before he opened the door allowing Sam in. Sam brought burgers and pie, handing the bag to Dean, however he gave Castiel a bacon cheeseburger. Sam always knew the little things about Cas, like his favourite foods.
Dean's took the bag and his whole face lit up when he saw the pie. "Dude, could this night get any better?" Sometimes, his little brother's pretty awesome.
Sam laughed at Dean's reaction, "Well, I could go talk to the manager about getting a room for David Bryan. Cuz there is way too much rocking and rolling going on this room, Bonham."
Dean groaned at how lame that was. "Really, Sam?" he asked with his mouth full. He slanted a hopeful look at Castiel.
"Y'know coming from the one with the Bon Jovi shirt, that's nice, jerk." Sam laughed again, but headed for the door, with the intent of getting a single room a couple doors down. Jokes aside, he knew Dean would appreciate it.
Thanks, bitch!" Dean called after his retreating brother. Man, he is so glad he didn't trade Sam for a puppy.
As Sam headed back to the manager's office, he dug around for cash to use. The rooms were cheap, and he knew he had the money, he just hoped he hadn't left most of it in the room. Looking through his wallet though, he found just enough to cover a night, and walked up to the counter. "Hi, I'd like a room for the night please, single."
"Don't you already have a room?" The manager drawled at him unhappily over the top of his sports magazine, snagging a key from the rack beside him. "What happened, you have a lover's quarrel?" He smirked, like it's a private joke with himself.
"Sorry, think you got me confused with someone else." Sam said taking the key. Room 13, which is far enough away from the old room that Sam can probably get some work done and not worry about Dean and Cas.
"Hey, man, you're a dollar short. Tax."
"Damn." Sam reached in his pockets and finding a dollar in loose change gives it to the manager.
The manager scowled at the pennies he has to count like they've personally wronged him and waved Sam off, eager to go back to enjoying the 1998 swimsuit edition.
Sam headed to his room, wanting to make sure the key works. Since it does he heads back to Dean's room, listening at the door before he knocked.
Dean was pornographically moaning at the delicious delicious pie, watching Cas watch him from the end of the bed and playing it up a bit.
Sam rolled his eyes and headed back down, sending Dean a quick text letting him know 'David's' room number.
Dean checked his phone and snorts at Sam's room number, then looked at Cas. "So, up for round two?" They would probably going to have to talk about this at some point, but that point is not now.
Cas looked at Dean and almost said something, but before he got the chance, Dean was on top of him, smothering him in kisses.
'This.. this's nice', Dean thought hazily, after, pressed close to Castiel and feeling him breathe.
"That is an... understatement," Cas clarified, pulling Dean near him. Cas ran his hand down Dean's spine, feeling the ripple of goosebumps that follow.
"Yeah." Dean exhaled shakily, mumbling into Cas's shoulder.
Cas chuckled lightly at Dean. Dean, who was so macho with everyone, yet so different with Cas. His Dean. How he could get used to saying that.
Dean was warm and sleepy, feeling something close to safe with the angel's steady borrowed heartbeat beneath him. His eyes slipped closed and he drifted for awhile, half-awake.
Even though angels don't need sleep, Cas found himself closing his eyes and relaxing, just being here in this little haven. Just him and Dean, making their own sanctuary. He could feel Dean falling asleep on his shoulder, and helped by giving Dean some good dreams. He stayed till morning, not even considering leaving to go check on Heaven.
Dean woke well-rested, not from the nightmares he's accustomed to, but from the hand gently brushing through his hair, and for a second he startled until memory explained who he's curled into. 'Morning, Cas.'
"Morning, Dean." Cas smiled, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You look well rested."
'Get outta my head, man.' But he smiled when he said it, and leaned up for slow, closed-mouth morning kiss.
Cas reciprocated, even pushed the boundary a little on the kiss. When he pulled away, he attempted to joke. "Who says I was in your head, lover?"
Dean sobered at that, his soft open expression shifted into something more serious as he registered the last word. Sure, he's had plenty of flings, but since Cassie, he... He shook his head and smiled back at Cas, the name similarity not lost on him, and he felt a spark of amusement. This feeling he had, for the angel, is light years and a different Dean away from before. "Well if you're not, I'm pretty sure you can guess what I'm thinking now." Dean winked lasciviously, hand moving below the sheets.
Cas brought Dean in close, and murmured, "I never have to be in your head to know what you're thinking." Cas smirked back, pulling Dean closer. He hadn't been lying when he said he didn't need to read Dean's mind... but sometimes he was curious, and he'd heard loud and clear what Dean was thinking, and he planned to use that to his advantage...
Sam found himself with nothing to do. No way in hell was he going upstairs to his brother's room. He'd shared a room enough over the years to know how Dean treated his one night stands, and Cas was most definitely not one of those. Sam tried to do some research on the artefact, but Cas hadn't really given him a lot to go on, so he found himself grabbing the laptop and going to the diner to play Solitaire.
Dean called Sam an hour or so later for meetup, sounding way too cheerful for a caffeine addict who hasn't had his coffee yet.
Sam smiled, knowing that Castiel is a miraculous light in Dean's dark, moody world. He orders a coffee, black, and one with some cream and sugar for Cas. He refilled his for the road and headed back to Dean's room, knocking lightly before entering. "Coffee, anyone?"
Dean answered the door fully dressed and ready to go, greeting Sam with a one-armed hug and happily taking his cup. "Thanks, dude."
Sam raised an eyebrow at the hug, "Cas, we might have to keep you around. I haven't seen my brother this happy, in... well, ever." He smiled at that, because he'd seen too much depression from Dean, and a little happiness goes a long way.
"Hey!" Dean protested. "I was happy last week, when we found that half-price gun show in Indiana."
Sam looked at his brother and laughed. "Not this happy."
"Yeah, yeah." Dean waved his hand at his brother, looking at Castiel.
The glances between the two were not lost on Sam. He noticed and couldn't help but smile, seeing the two of them this happy. He also felt a twinge of sadness, because it reminded him too much of him and Jess.
Dean took a sip and burnt his tongue on the coffee and started coughing, ruining the moment.
Sam laughed at the look on Dean's face... somewhere between crestfallen and laughing.
Cas looked at the Winchesters, at first a little confused, then he finds himself sucked in by Sam's contagious laughter. Soon Dean joined in. Castiel found that he was genuinely happy here, with the brothers, just laughing over little things. For one tiny moment, they didn't have to worry about the apocalypse and Michael and Lucifer. It was just them, a family. Castiel realized how important family was to the Winchesters, and somehow, he knew and was proud to admit that he'd become part of theirs.