Castiel lies in the dark bedroom, tossing and turning as he desperately tries to sleep despite the nagging feeling that Dean needs help. Well, obviously the man needs help; he willingly went to Crowley's and stayed for three hours so there's obviously a few screws loose in there. But all joking aside, he was seriously growing concerned. Glancing at the clock he groans when he sees the time; 2:30 A.M., he should be asleep right now.
He makes the decision to call Sam, since they all gave one another their numbers earlier that day, just to see if Dean had called him. No answer. Gabriel doesn't answer his either. Of course, a normal person would be asleep right now after a long day of settling into your new home. Not Dean though, of course not, not his roommate.
The small creaks from the bed grow louder as he slowly crawls out of bed, his eyes narrowing in distaste at what he is about to do. Going to his closet he changes into street clothes and tosses on his brown trench coat before heading out, grumbling incoherently to himself. Crowley's place is about five minutes from their dorms, so it's luckily not too out of his way and he won't have to waste any gas. If Dean is wasted, he will bring him back and lecture him about Crowley, if hell has frozen over and Dean is fine, he will pretend he couldn't sleep so went there to have a few drinks. Either way, it should be fine.
He arrives at Crowley's place and stands there dumbfounded for a moment as he stares at what is, quite literally, sitting before him. On the dirty lawn is Dean with an amused expression and something written on his left forearm. It doesn't take long for hazy green eyes to catch sight of Castiel.
"Hmmm? Cassstiel?" Dean asks and Castiel sighs, walking over to him and grabbing his shoulder possibly too tight as he yanks him up. "Ow! What are you doing here?"
"I have come to bring you home." Castiel answers, allowing Dean to put all his weight on him and wrap an arm around his shoulders.
"Hmm…but you said you weren't going to", points out Dean, an amused smirk on his face as he tries to straighten himself up a bit. "In fact, I'm pretty damn sure you said it was Sam's job." He adds, bitterness evident in his voice.
"Have you called Sam?" Castiel asks and Dean nods.
"Little bastard's asleep."
"That's why I'm here. He did not answer me so I figured it was a safe assumption that you were drunk off your ass."
A smile comes to Dean's face as he looks at Castiel. "Well aren't you a sweetheart. Such a good little church boy."
"One could say he's an angel." A far-too-familiar voice calls from the doorway and Castiel actually considers dropping Dean and leaving.
"Hello Crowley."
"Still picking up drunks, I see." Crowley mocks, an almost self-satisfied smirk on his face. "How are you doing, Dean?"
"Awesome." Dean answers before smirking at Castiel. "Thanks to my guardian angel here."
Castiel can practically feel and ominous atmosphere begin to build as he stands between the two of them. "I am hardly a guardian angel, Winchester. This will not become a regular thing."
"If you say so", teases Dean before he looks to Crowley. "Hey, awesome party man!"
"Oh please do come again." Crowley says, amusement evident in his face and voice.
"He won't be." Castiel interrupts, adjusting Dean against him before walking the two home.
"Who would have thought the bible thumper would be so forefes…fores…forcestful." Dean slurs as they head down the sidewalk.
"Someone needs to be when a child is misbehaving." Castiel mumbles.
"Hey Cassstiel", calls Dean and Castiel wants nothing more than the option to not answer him.
"Yes Winchester?"
"You know the word ass is in your first name?"
"How oh-so observant of you. I have never heard that one before." Castiel says, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "It is not spelled with two s's so technically that word is not present in my name."
"Yeah, but it sounds like it", mumbles Dean before practically purring into Castiel's ear. "It would fit, too, since your ass is your best feature", he teases, smacking Castiel's ass to make his point. "Woo! That thing's so fine it practically smacked me back!"
"I am never bringing you home drunk again", groans Castiel, keeping his grip on Dean as the man flails around.
Dean glances over at Castiel's face and comes to a halt in his movements, his eyes widening in fascination. "I was wrong, Castiel, your ass is one of your two best features", correct the older man as he stares at Castiel, making him grow increasingly uncomfortable. "Your eyes are the second. So blue, like, so beautifully blue. Like…like…"
"I get it, Winchester, please stop." Castiel pleads, sighing to himself and murmuring under his breath. "You're worse than Gabriel."
"That damned Gabriel…I think Sammy likes him." Dean points out, seething at the thought.
"Lucky Sam then, getting a roommate he can like." Castiel mumbles.
"Nnnoooo Cassstiel, not the friendship like. The 'let's do things we shouldn't' kind of like", whines Dean as he rests his head on Castiel's shoulder. "My baby brother has been taken in by a dude."
"Ah, yes, your poor brother. Contrarily, imagine how my brother will feel when he finds out I have been molested by an, as you would say, dude." Castiel points out as he drags Dean into their room. "Now get in bed and go to sleep."
"Pfft, I've got a mother, Caasstiel, I don't need another." Dean slurs and Castiel lets him go, allowing the man to fall unceremoniously onto his bed.
"Clearly." Castiel mocks before getting into his own bed. "Try not to puke."
"Castiel, please, I will be", a dry heave cuts his sentence short and Castiel quickly jumps out of his own bed to place the trash bin next to Dean.
"Any puke that misses this will be cleaned up by you in the morning."
"For an angel you are pretty harsh." Dean jokes before grabbing the bin and hurling.
"Not harsh enough, Winchester, not harsh enough." Castiel mumbles, going back to his bed and sitting on the edge, watching Dean as he wipes his face and falls asleep. "I should have paid extra for a single room…" He says to himself before getting up and positioning Dean to sleep on his side.
The next morning comes too soon and Castiel can hear Dean moving around in his own bed, making him look up from his book.
"Hello." Castiel greets, looking to Dean. "I see you are still alive."
"Huh? Um…yeah…" Dean mumbles as he sits up.
"And no hangover, you must be very experienced with inebriation", adds Castiel, not even trying to hide his annoyance at this fact. The lest the man could do is be in crippling pain today. "It's good to see you were not injured during your drunken escapades as well."
Dean stares at him confused. "Were you at the party?" He asks, receiving a curt nod as his roommate pulls out a book.
"No, I went to go get you after I tried to get a hold of Sam and Gabriel who were both asleep", a very tired Castiel explains. "You were highly inebriated and sitting in a puddle on Crowley's front lawn. I gripped you fairly tight when I raised you from the puddle…there may be a mark. I apologize for that." He mumbles as he sets the book he has been reading to the side.
"Wait…what?" Dean asks before quickly tossing his shirt to the floor and checking his shoulder. Sure enough, to both their surprise, is a clear hand mark from Castiel. "What the hell man? You branded me?" He fumes, his eyes narrowing at the man across from him.
"It was not my intention to…'brand'…you", argues Castiel. "As I am sure it was not your intention to hit on me."
"I did not hit on you, Castiel." Dean says firmly.
"I recall a certain inebriated idiot smacking my butt and saying something along the lines of 'that thing's so fine it practically smacked me back'." Castiel shrugs. "But if you do not wish to think about your interest in my 'features' I am more than happy not to. It would be preferred, in fact."
"Then why did you bring it up?"
Castiel stares at him confused for a moment. "I was merely showing an example of actions neither of us intended last night. If it is so embarrassing to you then don't do it again." He pauses for a moment before looking back at Dean. "Even if it doesn't embarrass you please refrain from doing it again."
"You still didn't have to leave a mark…" Dean mumbles, obviously defeated. "I'm sure I didn't leave a mark."
"Who knows? I cannot see what is behind me." Castiel points out before curling up under his blankets.
"What are you doing? It's ten. Aren't bible thumpers early risers?" Dean mocks and Castiel turns a steely glare on him.
"I have yet to sleep, Winchester. Someone had to ensure you did not choke on your vomit or anything last night", he points out, turning away from Dean. "I don't want a dead roommate in my repertoire."
"You didn't have to do that", mumbles Dean, his voice gentler for a moment before going back to its usual gruffness. "What is it with you and your damn three dollar words, anyways?"
"Some of us like to broaden our vocabulary rather than our list of conquests." Castiel points out, closing his eyes.
"Yeah well some of us don't want to spend all our time cooped up inside reading." Dean huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at the boy.
"I suppose not." Castiel agrees. "Some of us prefer the feeling of a wet ass in a stranger's lawn."
"Shut up and go to sleep." Dean groans before getting up and leaving the room.
"That's the last time I do anything for him…" Castiel decides, finally getting the sleep he's needed since about midnight the night before.