By Chance
The Move...
===3==
Castiel woke up being shook by Balthazar. "Ugh! Go away!" he slurred as he waved his hand left and right, trying to shoo his friend away. He doesn't really want to be disturbed after having another night of depression and self pity. He doesn't even have classes today.
"It's important Cassy! Wake up!"
"What is so important than giving me more time to rest? Now, don't make me ask again, get out!" he grunted as he pulled his pillow over his head.
"But Cassy!"
"I said get out! My head hurts, my eyes are sore and I just finished a round of self pity and a whole lot of depression last night. Now, if you don't want your life to be ended by me, I suggest you leave me alone to put my life back together and wait until I wake up again. By then you'll have the very cheerful Castiel back. Understood?"
"No." A deep low voice said. It was a voice that was very familiar to him but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. Who has that kind of voice? He asked himself.
"Dean's here to see you." Balthazar filled in. Oh, right, Dean; the man that seemed to have fallen in love at first sight with me. That was his voice that has just filled the room. Great! Just great!
"Sorry Dean, I'm dead right now. Not exactly the person you would dare to talk with at the moment." He mumbled under the pillow.
"Cassy!" Balthazar interjected.
"What!" he grunted as a response.
"That's just rude!" he scolded Castiel, "I'm very sorry Dean, Cassy isn't exactly... Cassy right now."
"Geez! Stop being my motherBalthazar. What do you want me to do, lie to him right in front of him? Now that, is rude." He replied and sighed heavily, not removing the pillow on his head.
Balthazar snatched his pillow away. "Hey!" Castiel started to retort.
"Castiel Angelo Collin, stand the hell up and entertain your visitor!" Balthazar's words were very firm when he uses that tone. Castiel knew very well not to talk back when Balthazar's acting up as his mother... okay, acting up as his father.
Castiel reluctantly sat up with a frown, catching a glimpse of Dean at door with an apologetic look on his face. "Give me my pillow back." He mumbled. Balthazar raised one brow. "That's my favourite pillow, it has..." he trailed off and looked down at his hands, knowing that his friend understood the next words that would come out. Balthazar simply sighed and gave him back his pillow.
"I have class at ten so I'll be leaving the two of you here." He said as he got up from Castiel's bed and headed out of the room. He took his coat and got in it, took his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he got out of the apartment and shut the door behind him. Dean was now alone with Castiel.
"What do you want?" Castiel asked, annoyed, as he flopped back down the bed, putting the pillow over his head once more.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he slowly strode to Castiel's bed, "Uh..."
"Ugh!" Castiel interjected with a grunt, "There you go with your 'Uh.'! Why are you so tensed around me? Yes I'm very grumpy right now but I am not going to eat you! Understood?"
"Um, yeah." He responded quickly.
"Now, what do you want? I need to sleep again; I'm not exactly feeling well."
"I came here to give you your book back."
"What book?" he mumbled.
"The black one."
He removed the pillow off his head and sat up with a frown. Dean was holding his journal; his journal where he wrote all things Michael in. His eyes widened in horror while Dean's brows furrowed in confusion.
"Did you read it?" he asked in a low muffled voice.
"No." But I did open it and saw a photo. He thought after responding. Technically, there was no reading involved.
Castiel sighed with relief as he got out of bed and took it from Dean's hand. He put it in the drawer beside the bed. He placed his hands on his hips as he turned to face Dean and glared at him.
"Why didn't you just give it to Balthazar?" he asked angrily.
"Because Balthazar insisted on giving it to you myself."
Castiel sighed heavily, dropped his hands on his sides, bit his lips and glared at the ceiling above him. "That son of a! Damn it!" he said and sighed heavily. He put his attention back to Dean who found the floor very fascinating and was shuffling uncontrollably from where he stood. He did his best to soften up and composed himself. He inhaled deeply and bit his bottom lip. Maybe he really was a little rude towards Dean a while ago. "Well, since you're already here, I might as well give you something to drink. What do you want, coffee, hot chocolate or juice?"
"Uh, no need. That's all I came here for anyway. I might as well give you some time to rest today." He said shyly and slowly turned away until he heard Castiel sigh heavily; he just had to look back.
"Just have some coffee, okay? In more ways than one, Balthazar was right. You are my guest at the moment." He said and smiled fondly at Dean. Dean simply nodded, accepting the offer.
===3==
Castiel started making coffee while Dean waited in the living room. The place was nice and spacious. Dean's heart rate tripled in an instant. His hands were sweating and his lungs don't seem to function well. He bit his lower lip as he jerked his knees up and down with the help of his legs. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he looked around the room.
Castiel came in with one cup of coffee in one hand and hot chocolate on the other. He paused and raised his brows as he saw Dean shaking. He continued to walk to Dean after a while and placed the mug of coffee in front of Dean and sat beside him lifting his feet on the sofa and crossing them over the other. He blew on his mug of hot chocolate softly and slowly sipped a little. Dean took his coffee and did the same thing. Good thing Castiel only filled half of the mug or it would've spilled all over due to Dean's shaking hand.
"Dean," he mumbled as he looked at Dean. Dean jumped a little but managed to keep himself composed. "Stop shaking. I'm not going to hurt you or whatever." He said as he took another sip of his drink.
"You're not...mad?" Dean mumbled, slowly taking a sip of his coffee.
"Mad about what?"
"You know. What I did?"
"Oh. That." He replied quietly, taking his gaze away from Dean. He bit his lower lip and rolled his shoulders back a little. He contemplated for a while before he looked back at Dean with a half-hearted smile. "Nah. Although I really would have appreciated a little heads up last night. And hopefully you won't do that again. Kind of freaked me out." He finished with a shrug.
Dean sighed softly and slowly put his coffee back on the table and faced Castiel; arms hanging over the sofa. He bit his lip and sighed softly, letting his eyes wander around the round. He wet his lips and shifted a little as he put his gaze back on Castiel. Might as well go for it even though I got a pretty good idea about his response.
Castiel tilted his head and furrowed his brows, looking directly at Dean's eyes, wondering what Dean wants to say. Sure, he has some ideas of what's going on with the other man's head but he kept on hoping he was wrong.
Dean started to open his mouth when the door flew open, revealing an exhausted Gabriel. "Hello little bro!" he said cheerfully but not cheerful enough to be truly Gabriel. He slowly strode to his brother and saw Dean sitting in front of his little brother. Castiel looked at his brother and raised his brows, lips touching the brim of his mug. "Who's he?" he asked after looking back at Dean who has his back in front of him. Dean simply froze there.
"Dean. Sam's brother. Dean, this is my brother, Gabriel. I'm sure you know him."
Dean reluctantly turned to face a very confused Gabriel. "Hi." Gabriel tilted his head and frowned a little. He stared directly into Dean's eyes, as if there are answers written in them. Slowly, Gabriel's face softened and smiled at Dean.
"Hello Dean, very nice to finally meet you! I assume you know I'll be dating your little brother."
"Yeah." He breathes out. "Sammy just kept on talking about you. He's unstoppable even though you two just met the other night." He replied with a weak grin.
"Actually, no. I knew him from a hospital a little way back but we weren't really interested with each other back then." He shrugged. "I was taking up my final intern to graduate and finally become a doctor while your brother was a nurse taking up his master's degree. We became friends but eventually grew apart after I graduated and transferred to another hospital."
"How come Sammy never said that?"
"Psh! Details! They are of no importance anyway. What's important is now. We're trying to be together and that's all that matters." Gabriel replied, followed by a silence; not awkward.
"Okay."Castiel started, breaking the silence that has wrapped around them. "I'm going to go back to sleep again. My head really hurts a lot." He said, standing up and heading for the kitchen to put his mug in the sink. Gabriel followed his brother to check up on him.
"Are you sick Castiel?" he asked worriedly as his brother faced him.
"No. My head just hurts, that's all."
Gabriel was silent for a while, studying his little brother. Understanding dawned upon him, knowing what exactly was wrong. He sighed and let his gaze fall on the floor. He licked his lips before he looked back at Castiel. "Go to sleep. I'll take care of Dean." He smiled at what his brother said and hugged him lightly before he went back to bed, nodding in Dean's direction as the man caught him on his way to his room.
Gabriel came out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice in his hands. He placed it down at the table and looked at Dean for a while with a fond smile as he sat down beside him.
"Is he okay?" Dean asked as Gabriel drank his juice. Gabriel simply smiled sadly at Dean and nodded.
"He just needs some rest, that's all."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He managed to choke out even though he knew it wasn't just rest that his brother needed. He knew that his brother needed someone to make him whole again.
"Well, I guess I'll take my leave then." Dean said as he slowly stood up and beamed at Gabriel. Gabriel stood up as well and smiled as him. "But, before I go, could you give this to Castiel?"
"Sure. What is it?" he replied as he took the piece of paper from Dean's hand—curiosity written all over his face.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck and looked down on the floor. "Um, I kinda want to take your brother on a real date tomorrow. Even though I'm pretty sure he'll reject me but it's worth a shot, right? Um, so, I'll pick him up from here at five o'clock in the afternoon." He said sheepishly and bit his bottom lip.
"Why didn't you just ask him a while ago?"
"Because you came crashing through the door." He replied, matter-of-factly, as he looked back at Gabriel.
"Right. Sorry about that." It was then Gabriel's turn to feel embarrassed. "Why can't you text him? I'm pretty sure you have his number after going out for lunch."
Dean blushed—realizing Gabriel also knew about their lunch—and bit his lower lip with a smile as he looked down on the floor. "I think it'll be sweeter if I wrote a note. It has more emotions and all." He finished, looking back at Gabriel; lips still bitten down by his teeth.
"Wow. You really dig my brother, don't you?" Dean simply shrugged sheepishly with a blush. Then, as if he only processed Gabriel's words just now, he started to open his mouth. "Balthazar." Gabriel interjected before he could speak, knowing what Dean's question would be.
"Oh." Was all he could think of as a response.
"Yeah. Oh."
"Um, I think I'd better go." He said with another sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck and then said goodbye to Gabriel as he was led to the door.
Gabriel shut the door behind him gently and leaned his back on it. He sighed a little and became thoughtful for a while. Could Dean be the one to fix Castiel? He thought for a while, pondering on his options—whether he'll take a risk and help Dean get Castiel and possibly get his brother hurt again or simply let Castiel be himself and choose on his own. With all honesty, Gabriel didn't know what to do. He knew that somehow, Dean has attached himself to Castiel. But it doesn't seem enough to make him believe that having Dean—or any other person—with Castiel would be healthy for the man. He knew that Castiel would never let anyone into his heart at all because he has suffered enough. He knew Castiel didn't want history to repeat itself. He didn't want to be left alone anymore. But somehow, a very small part of Gabriel thinks that a chance should be given to Dean. He did seem to have good intentions towards Castiel. And besides, he has finally made the move to get Castiel. All that he needs is a little help.