Chapter 19:Returning Home

"Are you sure everythings alright?" Dean heard Sam ask his phone. He turned around, and watched Sam pace around the room. "Okay, well then we will see you soon." He said, hanging up the phone. Before coming to sit beside Dean, watching the movie with him for a few minutes.

"What was that?" Dean asked, watching Sam for a moment, taking a drink of soda.

"Dad, they had to stop at the hospital, but they're on their way back now." Sam explained, Dean choking on his drink. Sam gave him a few pats on the back when he started sputtering and coughing.

"The hospital? Why where they at the hospital?" Dean asked, panic rising into his voice. He knew something was going to happen, he fucking knew it.

"Dean, it's fine." Sam calmed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Castiel just has a broken leg and a concussion. The doctors said he would be fine, just needed some rest and pain pills." He explained, taking his hand off of Dean and getting up to get him a small shot. "We both know that's not something Castiel can't handle. He's probably just staying the in the cast and acting as if he can't heal himself so that Dad still thinks he's human." He suggested, handing Dean the shot and advising him to drink it down.

Dean drank it down quickly, knowing it will probably be his last for awhile. He hoped that Sam was right. That this was just Castiel's way of staying in character, and making John believe he was human. He was smart that way, and would be fine in no time. He needed to calm down, he was over reacting.

"Your right." Dean amended. "Cas can handle this, it's not like he hadn't had worse." He said, shaking his head as a distraction. Sam watching him with a sympathetic look.

"Dean, how are you feeling about Cas lately anyway?" Sam asked. Looking his brother in the eye.

"We've already had this talk Sam." Dean said, getting up to walk away. The last thing he wanted to do was have a heart to heart with his brother about the guy he was sleeping with.

"I know we talked about you and Cas. But you never really told me how you felt about him. I mean." Sam seemed to pause and look very closely at his brother. "Is this just stress relief or sex at the moment, or do you actually care about him? Cause if it is, you would tell Cas that right?"

"Of course I care about him Sam." Dean yelled, continuing to walk down the halls. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have waited as long." He returned, rolling his eyes. Yeah, he had been bad with relationships. But not so bad that everybody needed to question his intentions, right?

"Okay, well, that's all I wanted to know." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. "As long as your not using the guy."

"Do you honestly think I would do that?" Dean asked, offended at his brother's words.

"No, not you you." Sam said quickly. "But demon Dean, mark Dean. The one that has been around for awhile. They would, and you know it." He explained, and Dean had to give him the point. As a Demon he had done some pretty bad things. Using Castiel would have definitely been one of them, if given the opportunity.

Dean decided he would not share that information with his brother, and continued walking. Opening the door to his room, he turned to his brother that was still following him.

"Maybe your right. But that doesn't mean you have a right to my business." Dean said, looking at his brother. "What I do with Cas is between me and him." He said, opening the door, and walking in, before sticking his head out. "But don't tell Dad. I will when I'm ready, and until then, just don't let anything slip." He said, walking back into his room and closing the door.

John pulled into the garage of the bunker, a small sense of relief washing over him. He understood why his boys chose to set down roots somewhere. Sure, life on the road was definitely more exciting. But there was something to be said for that feeling of relief when you walk into your own place, that you knew was safe, and welcoming. He'd forgotten that feeling, and was starting to regret putting his children in a position where they had never known it.

He looked over to Castiel who was looking out the window with glazed over eyes. The medication that they had given him was very strong. He had a vague idea that the next few days where going to be entertaining at the very least. The pain pills making him perpetually drunk.

But still, John used this predicament to his advantage. Or rather, he tried to. But for someone who was under any influence, Castiel remained stubbornly quiet and tight lipped with information. Speaking mostly about things he had done with Sam and Dean, or the training he received growing up. Making John cringe, he had thought he'd been hard on his boys. He couldn't imagine putting his children through some of what Castiel had described.

Putting the car in park, he killed the engine. Castiel opening his door, and hobbling out. He rolled his eyes and opened his own door. Castiel had limped to the back and was tugging at the trunk. John released the lever opening the latch, and bit back a laugh as Castiel was knocked away from the car as the trunk opened. Landing on his rear, and letting out a puff of air.

"The doctor said you where supposed to stay off that leg." John admonished, reaching into the trunk to grab his bag. Then extending a hand to help Castiel up. Castiel just shoved the hand aside and started the difficult process of lifting himself to his feet, using the car for support.

"I can handle it." Castiel stated, grabbing his own bag once standing. "I'll be fine in no time, all I need is to work through it." He said stubbornly, walking to the door in the main rooms.

John gave an exasperated sigh at his persistence. There was a line between taking care, but not letting it slow you down, and bull-headed stubbornness. Castiel seemed to be a master of treading that line in tight rope act. He exhaled a long suffering breath, then looked around the garage.

Dean had definitely been busy, he could see several of the cars cleaned. One of them with the hood down, signalling that there was nothing more he could do for that car at the moment. One car had new dirt on the tires, John figuring he would have taken it out for a road test at some point. After all, they said they would be back in a few days, but ended up staying away for more then a week. He knew Dean wouldn't stay away from them for that long. He needed to do something to occupy his mind.

He shouldered his bag and walked into the bunker. Finding Sam in the kitchen and giving him a slight nod in greeting. He went to his room, dropping his bag on his bed. Taking out his dirty clothes, and unpacking his weapons. He walked out and made way for the bathroom, needing a quick shower.

On the way, he found Dean shepherding Castiel down the hall, in the direction of their rooms. Castiel seemingly indifferent to the pain in his leg as he insisted on walking on his own. Dean, however was just as stubborn, grabbing Castiel's arm and draping it over his shoulders before supporting him around the waist, walking him forward.

Thinking nothing of that, he walked to the bathroom and started his shower. He finished quickly, toweling himself off and dressing. He exited the bathroom and walked back to the kitchen. Sam was still in there, stirring something in a large pot.

"Hey." Sam greeted, putting the spoon on a towel and moving to the table John had taken a seat at. "How'd it go?"

"It went fine." John told him. "The witch/skinwalker was easy to spot once just a little bit of research had been done."

"That's good." Sam said, taking a sip from his cup. "But how did Castiel get injured?" He asked, curious.

"An unfortunate accident with a window. To use his words." John quoted, rolling his eyes. "But really, the witch threw him through one from the second story." He stated.

"The second story?" John heard Dean ask from the hall way. "He said the window was on the first floor." He accused, head cocked in confusion.

"It was, but he was on the second floor." John explained, earning a sigh of frustration from Dean. He stood up walked to the sink to get a cup of water.

John turned around and looked at his son, sitting at the table. Holding his head in his hands, and mumbling under his breath.

"Speak up boy." John ordered, he hated mumbling. Even if he did it himself, he didn't tolerate it from his children.

"I said, that sounds just like Cas." Dean said, sarcastic smile on his face. John was having a hard time seeing that smile directed at him. A few years ago, Dean would not have dared to look at his father like that. "Always down playing what happens to him to prevent me from worrying about him."

"Could just be that he's high." John suggested. "The guys been walking on clouds since we got out of the hospital." He told him, Castiel could very well not remember it clearly with the drugs in his system.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean said, getting up and walking out of the room. John watched him go, and turned to his youngest.

"How's he been since we left?" He asked, walking back to the table, and reclaiming his seat.

"Worried, a bit stir-crazy, and slightly out of it." Sam answered. "Bout the same as he usually is." John could understand that, he hated getting left behind.

Dean walked back to Castiel's room. He needed to see him again, just to make sure he was there. When they had come in, Castiel had burst through the door, with his bag in hand, and a cast on his leg. Once the door closed and he was sure John wasn't immediately behind him, he walked over to Dean. Grabbing his face and smacking his lips against Dean's with a flourish, following that up with his usual "Hello Dean". Sam cleared his throat from the kitchen, catching Castiel's attention, a pink tinge decorating his cheeks.

"It's okay, I know about it." Sam had said, turning back to his soup. "Just take it somewhere else before Dad comes through the door." He warned, signalling them to go out of the room.

Dean had grabbed Castiel by the arm and steered him out of the room and down the closest hallway. He walked him out of sight of the kitchen before Castiel dragged his hand away. Telling Dean he was perfectly capable of walking by himself, taking a few steps argued for a few minutes before Dean grabbed his arm and placed it over his shoulders when he saw Castiel tilting slightly. Putting his hand around Castiel's waist for support, and maybe a bit of closeness, and walked him to his room.

Laying Castiel down on his bed, Dean looked in his face. The stubble jaw, full lips, clear blue eyes that didn't seem quite as clear. But blood shot and hazy. He looked down at his leg, wrapped in a cast. He looked up at Castiel with a questioning look.

"I had an unfortunate accident with a window." Castiel answered his silent question. Eyes still glazed and unfocused. "The pain pills they gave me where almost triple the strength a normal person needs. I seemed to have quite the tolerance built up against the medication." He said while Dean was looking into his eyes.

"You fell out a window?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"More or rather thrown out, but it was only on the first floor." Castiel corrected, leaning over to Dean with wide eyes. "I missed you." He said, laying his head on Dean's shoulders, and pouting his lips. Looking up at Dean's face in an awkward position.

"I missed you too Cas." Dean said, gently pulling Castiel's head away, and coaxing him to lay down on his bed. "But I think you need some sleep." He said, standing up to walk away. But Castiel had grabbed his hand.

"No." Castiel said, shaking his head energetically. "No sleep. I don't need sleep. You know what I really need." He said, looking at Dean meaningfully. "Tacos." He stated before bursting into giggles.

"Tacos?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Castiel exclaimed. "Tacos. They're like the perfect food. A whole meal you can carry in your hand. Because there's the shell, which should be considered vegetable because it's made of corn. Then you have the meat, and cheese, and more vegetables. Pretty much whatever you want, you can put on it, and carry it around." He listed off. Dean listened to him rant about tacos for another few minutes, before Castiel nodded off.

Laughing to himself, Dean left the the door open just in case Castiel needed anything. He walked down the hall, hearing his father and brother talking about the case. He walked just inside the room, not drawing attention to himself. He heard John mention that they had been hunting some witch/skinwalker, then he heard that Castiel's tumble through the window was from the second floor.

After exchanging a few words with his father and brother, he walked back to Castiel's room, just needing to see him. He leaned against the door and watched him sleep, taking in everything he'd missed for the past week. He was surprised at how much he'd come to depend on Castiel, and how his very presence was calming to him. He was falling, he knew it, but he wasn't so worried as long as Castiel was here.

Later that night, Dean woke up wrapped around a warm body. He looked at the small clock at the desk, to see it was only four thirty in the morning. He hummed into Castiel's neck as he put his head back down. He was nowhere near ready to wake up yet. Having stayed up late to wait for the right time to sneak in.

He felt movement as Castiel turned his head around to face him. He smiled when he saw Dean. Dean smiled as well, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Dean looking into the now clear eyes of his friend and he moved in closer.

"You feeling better." Dean asked, his face inches from Castiel. He wasn't always one for pillow talk, but with Castiel he was fine.

"Much." Castiel answered with a slight smile. "Those painkillers where very strong."

"Yeah." Dean agreed. "You where kinda talking gibberish for awhile." He told Castiel. "But why did you take them?"

"Because I was in pain, and in order to keep your father from being to suspicious I thought it best to keep the break in my leg." Castiel answered. "At least for a couple of weeks." He conceded. Dean laughed, wrapping himself around Castiel more firmly.

"You do know, a broken bone usually takes at least a month to heal right?" Dean reminded him with a smile. Extracting a groan of displeasure from Castiel at the reminder.

"You mean I have to keep this thing on for a month." Castiel asked, sounding like a small child who was told to do his homework.

"Yeah." Dean said. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He consoled, kissing Castiel on the forehead, liking the idea of taking care of him for once. Castiel reciprocating the notion on the neck when he leaned in. Then furthering down his collar bone, nipping and sucking. "Oh Cas. I missed you." He said catching Castiel's lips.

"So you told Sam?" Castiel asked once they had parted. Dean looked down, and sighed.

"Yeah, I did." Dean admitted.

"How did he take it?" Castiel asked, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist.

"Very well. In fact I believe his exact words where 'Finally."" Dean quoted with a smile. "Said he could see this coming since I met you, and he wasn't the only one. Apparently Bobby was holding out for a wedding announcement." He told Castiel, who scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"And how is it that we where the only ones who didn't see it?" Castiel asked.

"Because we're a couple of dumb asses." Was Dean's quick reply. Castiel giving a slight chuckle.

"I prefer to say, blinded by our own fear of rejection." Castiel argued. "Less dumb, less ass." He said with a smile. Dean slightly reminded of the last time Castiel had said that. He was definitely trying to make him feel better then, but now he was just flirting.

"You know." Dean said, his hand slithering down to grab a handful of Castiel's muscled rear. "I would prefer a lot more ass, actually." He suggested with a smile, leaning in to kiss Castiel deep and passionately. Castiel returning the kiss with just enough enthusiasm, his hands running down Dean's back.

But then, Castiel pulled away. He looked at Dean as if he was regretting what he was about to say.

"Maybe we shouldn't. I do have a broken leg after all." Castiel sighed, his voice filled with regret.

"I can get around that." Dean said, kissing Castiel on his stubble covered jaw. "Let me take care of you Cas." He said, pushing Castiel on his back and moving on top of him. Making certain that he wasn't putting any weight on Castiel's leg.

"Well, alright." Castiel said, smiling. He lifted his face, connecting his lips with Dean's. Kissing him long and deep, allowing Dean's tongue to penetrate through his lips when he felt it lick along his lips.

Dean had missed him, missed the way he tasted, the way he sounded. He missed Castiel's gentleness and the way he moved. He missed his smell as well, surrounding him like it is now. In his bed, he could feel everything, taste everything, and smell everything. He heard Castiel moan into his mouth. His hands sliding down to Dean's rear and grabbing a handful, squeezing.

"Caaaas." Dean pleaded, rubbing his groin along Castiel's thigh. "How do you do this to me?" He asked, hands finding their way under Castiel's shirt. Rubbing along his sides. Castiel arching up at the feel of Dean's hands on his skin.

In way of answer, Castiel ran his hands along Dean's spine from shoulder to the hem of his pants, snaking them under the clothe and rubbing them along the top of Dean's ass. His fingers leaving a tingling sensation on Dean's skin as they past over it. He groaned as Dean's teeth ran along his neck, catching at the stubble there. Dean licking where he had run them along, soothing the skin.

It struck Dean then, that of the few times they had done this, he had yet to see Castiel naked. Which he thought distinctly unfair. He then grabbed Castiel's shirt at the bottom and pulled it over his head. Taking a moment to take in Castiel's bare chest, his well toned muscles and pale skin, decorated by a small amount of course black hair, tatoos, and a large scar that Dean remembered helping him carve into the chest himself, leading down to the rim of his jeans, and dark pink nipples, in need of stimulation.

Dean leaned down to kiss Castiel deeply, taking in a breathe before moving down his neck. His hands sliding down Castiel's sides, over his hips and down his thighs. Until his hands hit the hard, unforgiving plaster of Castiel's cast. That was going to prove to be a problem later.

Moving his hands back up to Castiel's arms, he kissed his way across Castiel's collar bone. Nipping and sucking at the skin, one of his hands finding Castiel's nipple, and pinching it slightly. Extracting a small gasp from Castiel's mouth. Smiling he moved down to the other nipple, and began licking around it. Giving it a small bite every so often, drawing gasps and moans from Castiel's lips with every one.

Castiel's hands working their way over Dean's skin, while he licked and bit at Dean's ears. Trying desperately to reach more of him. He played at the hem of Dean's jeans, grabbing whatever flesh he could find there.

"Deeean." Castiel whimpered, as Dean played at the buttons of his pants. "I'm not sure this is working." He said remorsefully.

"It's okay, Cas. I'll take care of you." Dean panted, unbuttoning Castiel's jeans, and letting down his zipper. He kissed Castiel down his stomach, licking and sucking where ever he felt it necessary. He slithered his hand down Castiel's pants, and under his briefs. Finding nothing but soft skin there. He wasn't even a bit turned on.

Dean looked up at Castiel, confused. Castiel looking at him apologetic, face covered in a slight amount of shame.

"I believe the drugs are having adverse affects on my body." Castiel explained, voice giving way to his own disdain of the situation. But that made sense to Dean. Several guys had issues performing when under any kind of influence, and Castiel was on some pretty powerful drugs.

Never the less, he groaned, willing his own erection to go away. It was no fun if Castiel wasn't participating one hundred percent as well. He laid back down at Castiel's side and pulled him in closer, wrapping his arms around his chest and smelling his hair under his nose.

"That okay." Dean said, not wanting Castiel to feel guilty. He couldn't help what his body was doing. "We can wait until your well again." He admitted. Sure that he would be fine, so long as Castiel was there.

Behold another chapter. This story is by far one of my longest, but I am getting very proud of it.

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