November 2015 - Camp Chitaqua

Being resigned to one cabin wasn't so bad after all. Cas had moved some of his things out of the teaching cabin, relinquishing it to Lisa and Chuck as an extension of their makeshift medical building. It's not like he had much of a choice.

Squinting into the column of light coming from his window he ran a hand over the bruises that were barely visible now. The mark had changed Dean. But then again, so had the apocalypse.

Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair, eyes falling to naked flesh stretched across his bed beside him. Slowly he ran a hand up his companion's thigh, curling his fingers at her hip. Cas couldn't help but smirk at the way she stretched, sated with a mewling moan. "Morning."

"Morning." Came the blushing feminine reply.

"I hate to wake you," He fumbled for a name momentarily, "Phoebe but I've got some sales lined up for today."

She frowned slightly, turning to her other side to face him and opened her mouth to reply only to be cut off by a sharp knock on the front door.

Cas gave her a sideways I told you so kind of smile, flopping across the vacant space she left behind as she stood and did his best to leave a hand print on her rear. At Phoebe's slightly startled yelp he chuckled, pushing himself from the bed as well.

"I um," She cut herself off by pulling a shirt over her head," I had a really good time last night."

He watched as she pulled her skirt on, grabbing his sweatpants from the previous day and put them on. "Me too." Bending he slid a large Tupperware from under the bed, prying the lid off and grasped a pre tied baggie.

Phoebe -or Katie, or, Sally, or whatever- grabbed her bag from beside the door, eyes lighting up at the product Cas held out for her.

As her hand reached his own he tightened his grip on the bag momentarily, "Always a pleasure doing business." He noted her slight blush and released the baggie, following her to the door. The figure on the other side was a bit of a shock to him, considering the altercation they'd gotten into last month. "Dean."

"Cas." Dean moved to allow the girl passage, turning slightly to watch her walk down the path. Some things never changed.

The fact that Dean hadn't just pushed past him into the cabin sans invitation was a small miracle, which could only mean one thing. "Where are we going and why am I coming?"

He couldn't help but chuckle, Cas always had been able to figure him out. Idly Dean passed an eye over the half naked man in front of him, remembering a time not too long ago, and a place not too far away.

Castiel shivered slightly under Dean's gaze, it had been a long time since he'd seen that look in the other man's eye. All too easily he revisited the thrill of flesh, the peak of

adrenaline. "Well, sex is out of the question. I've had my fill for the day." It wasn't entirely that he was opposed to the idea, it was the outcome of the past that kept him away. "Besides," He snorted, "neither of us have time for feelings, remember?"

That seemed to have worked, Dean took a step back, head falling slightly to the side as if he'd been slapped -which he tried desperately to cover up as looking over his shoulder. "Yeah, Cas. I remember." He remembered everything, to be exact. The thrill of discovery, the rush of a secret between friends, the way it felt in the end to watch Castiel break as he walked away.

There was certain softness to his leader's voice, something he hadn't heard from the man in longer than he dared to calculate. "So," His eyes looked anywhere but Dean as he struggled not to remember the way heartbreak felt, "what do you want?"

"We found her." He sighed, gaze moving from just over the ex Angel's shoulder to his eyes. "We found Claire."