Ch4

Dean woke to a Cas drooling on his chest, a single earbud in deans ear hanging on for dear life in his ear playing Royal Blood-figure it out. Cas had a arm slung over deans hip and dean could die from the morning breath rolling off the monster why was his skin not burning? The angel currently drooling on his chest was giving not sign of waking soon, and dean slid off the bed the angels head landing on a pillow dean had put in his place and dean could not but help congratulate the years of stealthy one night stand escapes, that gave him the skill to do so.

Dean snuck off to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, there was a clammy slimy spot on his chest congealed against his shirt "urg" dean decided angel drool should be classified as a ectoplasm rather than a normal body fluid, as a string of it was going from his chest to his fingers.

Dean was fairly sure that was a abnormal quality of drool. "oh…oh the hell…" dean gagged had Cas barfed on him in his sleep? Dean shucked his shirt and scrubbed at his chest with the clean side. Dean gave a disgusted shudder and threw the shirt against the wall of the bathroom where it slid down slowly. "urg" dean gave a whole body shudder of disgust. Dean kicked off his socks and jeans, and underwear getting ready for a shower.

Dean looked down at Cas's outfit piled on the floor and with a quick confirmation the angel was still asleep threw on the shirt and the coat and appreciated in the mirror.

Dean had the appropriate amount of five o clock to pull it off in its wrinkly state he made the thing look good it fit his taller frame, dean though he needed some good sunglasses so he could quote the men in black line to cas who might now get it. "you know the difference between you and me… I make this look good" dean pondered in the mirror for a moment. dean grabbed the pants to throw in the laundry, and noticed the splotches on it.

"dude, really?" Dean considered for a moment several scenarios, implications, complications…

Dean smiled to himself "you dirty perv cas"

Dean considered for a moment for being genderless creatures once they were in possession of genitallia they sure embraced it. Dean flashed back to the back of his impala with a angel. Dean closed his eyes and smiled sideways at he memory. Dean picked up the rest of the dirty clothes noting that cas did not have underwear in this group. Was he wearing them still? Did he wear them? dreamscape rendezvous were in most part not clear on details as much as to be truly informative.

but then there was something else missing here deans eyes widened "the tie" dean rushed to the door opened it and grabbed the tie and held it in a angry accusing glare.

Sam was just minding his own business, maybe go out for a jog, maybe grab some breakfast. Maybe see his brother in Cas's shirt and trench, nothing else, and cas in deans clothes on the bed sprawled out in the background.

"aww man" Sam whined from the hallway across from dean. Dean for his part looked down at himself and then back at cas slung across his bed and closed his eyes a pained look on his face and backed into his room held a index finger up "not a word, not one fucking peep I swear Sam." he growled out and slammed the door on his brother.

Sam narrowed his eyes at the door and then stormed off to grab the impala keys and go out on the town "fuck this"

Dean smacked himself in a face palm and dragged his hand down his face.

Green eyes enclosed irises that spun down to pinpoints at a sleeping cas, then softened and spiraled back out. Dean fought the urge to flick off the sleeping form of cas

. Dean stomped to his bathroom and shucked Cas's clothes angrily.

Dean hopped in the shower cleaned and wanked because why the hell not he was already hard. Why disrupt his morning routine, structure was important to the strained mind, dean touched himself and thought of nothing.

In fact he forced himself to think of nothing, rather proud of himself at managing to wank free of thoughts about cas and admiring his self control it was broken when near orgasm dean thought about keeping the tie

. A brief breeze from his subconscious but it set off a array of naughty thoughts, that it was too late to turn the tide back, dean bit his lip in irritation and arousal.

Could dean get cas to whine again in several languages as he had in dreamscapes? Dean leaned against the shower wall catching his breath, he was back in the real world, a all encompassing relationship was a distraction. Cas deserved full attention. This was not a place of eternal inevitability, where he and cas could stay assured of each others company.

Dean got out of the shower and shaved half nervous cas would be behind him in the mirror when he popped up from rinsing. Dean goose footed to his dresser and closet to get clothes as if the stink of his dirty thoughts would wake the angel and he did not want to attract any further attention with noise.

Calming considerably from nervous or shame with each layer of clothes dean put on he felt on even keel again by the time he buttoned his jeans. Dean looked back at his bed and chewed his cheek a bit, caught between distress, warmth, and the urge to do something perverse.

But then the urge to do something perverse vanished as dean remembered the angel would be hungover and while waking his favorite creature with a low belly rub and a smile would be fun in theory dean suspected that the morning breath of doom was still being barely contained in Cas's face. Cas had bundled all his covers into a ball near his chest, and his face was hidden, a socked foot slung over the edge Cas was at diagonal on the bed. A occasional snore was heard. Cas thankfully had not tipped the trashcan when he dropped it dean skootched it away from the bed and set it and the laundry basket outside his door.

The beast Cas was certainly pushing lines lately, and the lines were there for reasons. Some of the things cas and dean had done in their spare time to fiddle with their bond was downright out there.

"dean" "I wish to learn something of you"

Dean who had his headphones Metallic's-enter sandman blaring in had somehow heard Cas's voice through them despite that, cool trick. But annoying. "sure man ask away" cas walked closer and sat by dean who had closed his eyes waiting for a question and enjoying the song and opened them as cas sat down and just in time to see Cas's hand descend on his knee. It was glowing. Both his knee and Cas's hand.

Dean could not move, though he wanted to, and he watched in freaked out fascination as his jeans…started to burn around Cas's hand.

Suddenly dean started twitching and he felt like he was freezing and that turned into a numb piercing pain then faded to warm to what felt like his flesh burning to pressure as if he was being crushed to slithering feeling under his skin to what could only be described as a full body orgasm to a feeling of electrocution to a feeling of joy to sadness to regret to comfortable to nervous to really really lightheaded and his vision started to fade a little.

It had all happened so sublimely that all dean could do was twitch and gurgle, a happy wet spreading on the front of his jeans and a tear ran out of his eye while his jaw clenched so tight even a hour later his face hurt, and he had bit his tongue"

Cas healed the slightly bleeding leg and the cloth around it smoked uselessly and set his hand on his chin considering. Dean tried to remember how his body was supposed to work while his synapses fired random pain and joy.

Cas was long gone with a "thank you dean that was very informative" before dean could talk again, and once he could dean called to cas with a string of profanity so long he ran out of breath and fell on his butt still twitching from whatever cas had done to him, and when Cas arrived confused…. dean set some more…carefully… detailed ground rules.

Days later while listening to music and driving the song had come on and his arm started to shake then his whole body gave a hissy fit then he moaned and twitched in pain and joy physical and mental and what felt like a seizure.

Dean pulled over after shutting the music off with frantic fervor… dean held his arms to his chest and tried to warm his suddenly cold arms deans whole body gave twitches and spasms and dean swallowed against a twitching in his gut. Sam for his part made a questioning huff… looking over at Sam dean could not resist a halted and ineffective chuckle at the comic look that met him from the passenger side. Sam was as far away on the passenger side door as possible and looked concerned for himself and dean "what the hell was that" the whites of his eyes showed and he had one hand on the knife in the dashboard shelf. dean opened and closed his mouth uselessly and got out of the car and positively yelled cas down from the heavens. "motherfucker! What the hell did you do to me cas!"

Sam looked frantic "shut up dean, why would you piss of something that did whatever that was!"…. "what the hell was that?!" Sam took in deans shaking arms holding him upright against the impala "are you ok?"

Dean locked eyes with Sam and something in them made Sam narrow them. "what did cas do to you" dean looked off to the side and turned his back on his brother and tried to hide the fact he was checking his pants to see if he had pissed or cummed himself because there was a wet getting cold.

"lovely" dean said under his breath

"feathery bastard!" dean saw Sam make to round the car to his side a look of brotherly concern

"uh dean do we need to go to a hospital or a exorcist or something?" dean ran to the opposite side of the car not wanting Sam to see the state of his pants, he would never hear the end of it either fluid it was.

"back off!" why couldn't this happen near some woods or something dean though as he surveyed his potential escape routs, nothing just flat grassland and sun. Sam set his face into a stern look

"dean stop being stubborn and tell me what is going on, your shaking and you look terrified. Just calm down ok." dean stayed on the opposite side of the car and yelled for cas again.

Dean tried to look reassuring to Sam " uh I'm ok now, just give me some space ok" deans face twitched nervously.

Sam had started around the car again dean dashed for the other side just as Sam got there "dude fuck off!" deans voice was a bit squeaky for his like Sam stood there kindove giving off waves of pissed and dean figured he had a second to actually pray for cas while princess over there got her tampon set right.

Dean was wrong as soon as he opened his eyes he was tackled by Sam who pinned his hands behind his back and tossed him on the hood. "if you dented the hood Sam I swe-" dean didn't finish his complaint he had heard handcuffs click on his wrists, dean shot up "fucking handcuffs really Sam?!" Sam flinched back slightly from the pissed off spit that was flying in his direction… then saw the wet on deans pants. After a long silence in which dean fought the lump of embarrassment in his throat helpless to cover it with his hands behind his back.

Sam asked "I hope that's piss" dean looked down and before he could even think the words escaped him "that's what I was hopeing too"

It was the first time that they had erased something from Sam's mind.

"You know dean people used to believe that epilepsy had its roots in the divine." Cas had said in comfort. "it was not my intention to cause you harm or embarrassment, Sam wont remember what happened in the last hour or so."

Dean would have punched the angel but he was genuinely a bit scared, though he kept his face neutral and nodded "oh…well then…*pfst*" Sam was slumped where he had stood laughing hysterically against the car at dean and cas while the angel had explained and dean had said shut up around 36 times to both of them. His head and face obscured at this angle by the bumper and dean leaned back to take in Sam's face to see if he had hit it on the way down, dean flinched and swallowed Sam's eyes were open, unfocused and unmoving.

"uhm is that normal" Cas leaned down a little " I think so, he should come to in a little I gave you time to change your pants, his hindbrain functions are still going heartbeat, metabolism. The rest is just waiting for a few minutes, he wont remember the last few hours.

Cas had basically made him twitch like a palsy patient anytime Enter sandman was on. It was some palovian response. He had liked the song and now if it was on the radio or on his tapes he had to skip it.

And even then the rules had to be restated again and again.

Cas while mentally insecure had been a fresh heck. Cas could enter deans dreams, and a crazy angel steering his mind through the cosmos of emotion and color… dean could now see why in the scenario where Cas fell and the world ended Cas being a hippyish drug addled adrenaline junky.

Deans favorite colors now had so many dimensions of complexity is was almost a distraction to the point Sam had noticed him staring one day at a dot on a advertisement that was just…the perfect shade of red brown… and smiling vaguely. "dean? You ok" dean had pulled himself back and continued walking down the street with Sam. that one game of twister he was forced to play in the dream world was actually fun. But chess in the dream world was just as boring as real life, at least in real life if you wanted to say so you could voice your opinion but in the dreamscapes cas had created then he had made it so dean could not speak.

Dean was certain he would never be able to drugs of any sort without severe disappointment after crazy Cas's cosmic adventures. Dean knew what Europa looked like from first person in shared memory projection ala Cas.

Dean was uncertain whether dream or act of Cas that he found himself as a bird for a whole day, he thought it was a dream because a cat had exploded nearby, and he had never seen a array of symbols like he had seen on the ground before or since…but it felt so real. Dean was unsure he wanted to know and had never asked… but now he was of the opinion crows were awesome birds, having maybe been one. Somehow dean was sure he had a threesome with the underlying nature of the earth, Cas and himself.

But then again making love to a net concept construction visualised by a angel... mostly undefined by anything but energy exchange…himself ethereal as well in the dreaming… was too weird to remember.

Sure some of the lines in the sand were to keep deans sensibilities, a admittedly thin veil, but enough for dean.

"dean do you consider conviction to be a concept or a emotion." dean looked up terrified of cas popping in out of nowhere while he was just settling into a dirty mag. "uhm", dean placed a pillow conveniently and tossed the mag at diagonal across the room behind himself "what now?"

dean had tried to consider or look like he was considering the question, when he was considering that he was lucky cas hadn't shown up 3 minutes later. Cas had walked up to dean and was dissecting the air above his head with his eyes. Dean swore he could feel cas sorting files in his head and could not do anything but try to lean back out of range, "gah! Personal space!" cas smiled in his way and with a flutter of wings left. Dean huffed a few times convinced the angel knew what he was doing there. "cas! Ground rules!"

Rules were important damnit. Dean nodded to himself.