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The morning after. Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 24
Through the fog of sleep Castiel could hear Dean talking to someone and then a door close. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple times in order to bring the room into focus. He was lying on his stomach on the motel bed. He was completely naked save for the sheet covering him. He moved to try and sit up, but was immediately stopped by the wave of nausea that hit him and a dull throbbing in his head. He moaned as he fell back on the bed.
Across the room he heard Dean chuckle and come walking over next to him.
"Hey, Cas. How are you feeling?"
Castiel moaned again.
"I don't feel good…" He whimpered.
He could tell Dean was trying very hard not to laugh.
"What doesn't feel good?"
"My… my stomach… oh no-"
It was amazing how quick Dean was. Castiel leaned over the edge of the bed to retch and almost by magic Dean had the garbage pail there ready for him to get sick in. Dean patiently waited for Castiel to stop throwing up before setting the garbage pail down. Castiel remained leaning over the edge of the bed and whimpered.
"I'm dying!"
He kept his eyes closed but could hear Dean chuckle as he went into the bathroom and turn on the water faucet. When Dean came back Castiel felt him begin to wipe his face off with a cold washcloth.
"You're not dying, Cas," Dean replied gently.
"I'm being punished then. I'm being punished for my sins!"
He opened his eyes and looked at Dean who was grinning back at him.
"You're hungover. That's what happens when you drink rum and coke and then do tequila shots!"
Castiel carefully brought his head back onto the bed and buried his face into the pillow.
"I'm never drinking again!"
That time Dean didn't even try to hide it. He began laughing and gently patted Castiel on the back.
"That's what everybody says!"
"I mean it!"
"Oh, I know you do!" He felt Dean adjust the blankets on him more. "So… did you have a good time?"
As the memories of last night began seeping through his hungover brain Castiel felt his heart rate skyrocket. He was glad his face was already hidden by the pillow so Dean wouldn't be able to see how red he was becoming. He had no idea what to say.
"Cas?" He felt Dean give his arm a shake. "You still awake?"
"Yes," Castiel replied nervously.
"I asked if you had fun last night. Do you remember what happened even? You were pretty drunk. I mean, I know what's-her-name… Allie? She seemed to have had a pretty damn good time! She looked pretty happy when she left anyway."
"She was nice," Castiel replied lamely.
"Nice, huh?"
Castiel nodded, still not looking up. He could sense that Dean wanted to say something else, but was holding back. He was partially relieved because he really was quite ashamed of himself for the way he had acted last night. What on earth had he been thinking? Having sex with a woman he didn't really know, as nice as she was. Then, while having sex with her, he then openly watched Dean having sex too! The word "wrong" kept flashing in his head like a bright neon sign. He wanted to apologize, but he also really didn't want to have to talk about it. Dean, however, wasn't quite so afraid.
"You know, Cas… alcohol can make people do some pretty… crazy things. Shit they would never do normally. I just don't want you to feel guilty or anything about what you did, OK? It was just some harmless fun. Nobody got hurt or anything by it," Dean said gently.
Depends on what you mean by nobody getting hurt, Castiel thought to himself. Last night made him realize just how badly he wanted to be with Dean, and not just as his friend. He wanted Dean in every way imaginable, and that was crossing a line he had decided should never be crossed again. Things had changed. Dean had a destiny, one that Castiel wouldn't, couldn't, be a part of. Dean was going to bring about the world's salvation and be rewarded by everlasting peace. And Castiel… well, he didn't know what his final fate would be. But he was fairly certain it wouldn't be by Dean's side.
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel said quietly.
He felt his stomach lurch again and was almost happy for the interruption that allowed him to focus on something else. He managed to reach the garbage pail in time to upchuck more of last night's alcohol. Once that was done he felt Dean give his arm a tug.
"Come on, Cas. Let's get you in the shower."
Castiel moaned and shook his head. "I don't wanna!"
"Yes you do. You'll feel better!"
"You think taking a shower fixes everything!"
"Well… yeah. So?"
Castiel groaned, but reluctantly got to his feet, swaying slightly from the nausea and headache. He stubbornly wrapped the sheet around him, trying to maintain some form of dignity. With that he allowed Dean to lead him to the bathroom for his shower.
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Yes! I know this is much shorter than the last chapter. However, I wanted to be able to focus the entire next chapter on what ya'll have been waiting for… the meeting with Lucifer!!! : ) I'm not gonna make any promises, but I'm gonna try to finish it and post it for tonight!
