73: Appropriate
"Jesus… Dean, what the hell?" Jane stared at the bloodstains on his jacket like they had done her a personal wrong. She took the damp washcloth he handed her and began trying to clean the coat, her eyes meeting his in the bathroom mirror.
Sam had left them after the incident in Colorado, citing the need to get his head on straight, something Dean had agreed with. She hadn't, but her opinion didn't count on this. So it had just been her and Dean, and the current gig had brought them here, to deal with vampires. Dean had been the one to deal with them because she still had Gordon Walker issues from her last encounter with vamps.
"I'm messy?" He kissed the top of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, watching as she worked on the jacket. "I can do it, sweetheart."
"I've got it." She wasn't going to lie, while she worried about Sam, she was enjoying the solo time with her husband. It was rare when they got any, so she was trying to take advantage of this opportunity. Not that the apocalypse wasn't raining on her parade, because it still was, but… not everything could be sunshine and rainbows.
Once she was finished, she passed the coat back to Dean and watched as he draped it over the shower's curtain bar. When he turned back to her, she smiled and opened her arms. Her arms were ignored as he instead gripped her by the waist and hoisted her so she was sitting on the sink, perched very precariously on what little counter space was available. His lips were soon on hers and she felt herself leaning into him automatically, one hand going to the back of his neck, the other gripping his arm.
She was really getting into the impromptu make-out session, a sense of urgency coming on as he began working off her clothes. The sense of urgency turned into something creepy and awkward just as soon as her shirt was off and she was undoing his jeans, one hand snaking down the front to fondle him, and for some reason, she cracked open an eye.
"GOD! JANE, OUCH!" Dean danced backwards, one hand on his now slightly wounded junk. His eyes narrowed at what, or rather who, had made her panic and yank her hand out of the not so roomy jeans. "Don't do that!" He barked at Castiel.
Castiel was standing there, staring at them curiously. "Hello Dean. Hello Jane."
Jane slid down to the floor and behind Dean, trying to shrug herself back into her shirt.
Dean was focusing on fastening his jeans and when he looked up, Castiel was literally right there in his face. "Cas, we've talked about this." He said, trying not to sound or appear uncomfortable but he really was, really. Very uncomfortable. "Personal space."
Even though she was four shades of red, Jane grinned at the awkward tone in Dean's voice and peered over his shoulder. "Hi Cas."
He nodded at her, stepping backwards.
"Okay, now that I'm really weirded out, let's make it clear, if you pop in on us… in…" Dean looked back at his wife. "What if he sees us when we're, you know…?"
"Castiel," She got it and wasn't overly pleased at the idea, suddenly stern. "No popping in on us while we're procreating."
He really looked confused, and then nodded. "Of course."
Satisfied, Dean exited the bathroom, the mood very gone now. "How'd you even find us? I thought we were flying under angel radar."
Jane trailed after Castiel, wondering if by chance they had been spied on when they were in the bedroom. The idea wasn't a happy one and she was going to be paranoid every time they tried having sex.
"You are. Bobby told me where you were."
Made sense. She dropped down on the bed and reached onto the nightstand for the hairbrush. Since getting laid was now off the menu, she figured she should do something mind numbing, like brushing her hair. "You find God yet?"
"No, and where's Sam?"
"We're taking separate vacations." Dean deadpanned. "More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back yet?"
"Not yet. I need your help."
Jane stopped brushing her hair, wondering if she was getting that correctly. "Help with what? Finding God?" Her gray eyes widened when he simply nodded. That was just messed up. An angel was asking them to help find God.
"Hunt for God? I'm not interested." Dean sat down on the bed besides Jane, taking the brush she still hadn't raised back to her hair. Brushing his woman's hair was not something he had been interested in doing until he discovered how soothing it was for both of them. This discovery had been made when she had been bruised from the beating he had inflicted on her while under the influence of his nightmares about Hell. Even though the mood had been ruined, and Castiel's 'hunt for God' bit hadn't improved it, he found himself relaxing a bit when she situated herself between his open legs.
"It's not God, it's someone else." Castiel stood at the foot of the bed, watching them.
"Who?"
"An archangel. The one who killed me."
Dean stopped brushing, both him and Jane staring at Castiel like he had lost his mind. "Come again?"
"His name is Raphael."
"Wait, wait, wait," Jane moved off the bed, shaking her head at Castiel and aware she was gesturing with her hands wildly but that name was very familiar. "Raphael is an archangel of… fricking healing. And he did what to you? What'd Chuck call it? Chunky angel soup?"
"You were wasted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?" Dean wasn't following too well outside the archangel thing.
"That is correct. All angels can heal however, to an extent. Raphael is not exactly as portrayed. I have heard whispers that he is walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity."
"Revenge?" Dean leaned back against the pillows, folding his hands under his head and watched as Jane began to calm herself down. He had read the Bible a time or two, but… she was the religious one.
"Information."
"This is a den of iniquity, I should not be here."
"You and me both." Jane toasted Castiel with her beer, feeling rather sorry for him. It had been established that they, well more likely Castiel, were probably going to die in about twelve hours and Dean had decided that they should go out in style. Castiel had said that it was highly unlikely anyone would touch Dean as he was not just a vessel but the vessel. Her fate was still up in the air.
This excursion had come to pass after she had decided to tell him to shove it after he had made the attempt to force her to hightail it. The beer was a chaser for the whiskey in front of her, and Cas had a beer in front of him as well, one he was not touching. He was trying not to look around and seemed on the verge of all out panic. She wasn't overly keen on the idea of being in what was basically a brothel, but if this was Dean's way of trying to annoy her into leaving, well… "Though, she does have a nice ass…"
Dean choked on his drink, though he did turn to check out the ass in question. He narrowed his eyes back at his overly innocent wife, who was sitting beside the fidgeting angel. "Trying to get my hopes up sweetheart?"
"The only way I'm having a threesome is if there's another man involved."
"Not happening."
"Exactly."
Shaking his head, Dean decided to stick with his game plan of getting Castiel laid before his wife drove him insane. Infuriating tease that she was. "Dude, you full on rebelled against heaven, this is just one of the perks."
Castiel leaned over until his face was nearly pressing into Jane's. "Is this really appropriate?"
Jane figured he was trying to talk in her ear and failing miserably. "Not really. But it's Dean." That was self-explanatory, even for Cas. "Do angels even have sex? I mean, can they?" That was the closest to blushing she had ever seen on Castiel and it was almost adorable.
"Technically… we are… equipped…"
"Okay, enough, that's just… wrong." Dean pointed a finger across the table at his wife, not as amused with this conversation as she was. "You stop being evil. Now, game face Cas, here comes- Hi."
"Hi. What's your name?"
Jane turned in the booth, very aware of how uncomfortable Cas was because he was trying to look anywhere but at the hooker. She shot her husband a look across the table, not surprised to find him grinning broadly. Shaking her head, she tried not to focus on the car crash happening next door.
"Cas." Dean answered when it became obvious Castiel wasn't saying a word. "His name is Cas. What's your name?"
"Chastity."
Jane snorted into her beer.
"Chastity…" Dean echoed, looking happy, in a perverted sort of way. "Isn't that fate, buddy?"
Castiel was trying to get drunk or something because he was slamming his beer with gusto.
"Well you like him, he likes you…"
Jane felt so bad for Castiel when Chastity tugged him up and out of his seat. Worse yet when Dean stopped him from continuing down the hall of hedonism in order to give him some twenties. "Really?"
Dean ignored her. "No credit cards, Cas. Just stick to the basics, no ordering off the menu, got it?"
Castiel was staring at the money.
"Go get her, tiger!"
Cas didn't move.
"Seriously dude, don't make me push you."
Jane and Dean both leaned out of their seats in order to watch the angel trudge down the hallway. Clucking her tongue, Jane straightened herself upright and shook her head. "You're something else, Mr. Winchester."
"Mrs. Winchester, it just ain't right for a man to die a virgin." Dean was trying to wrap his head around that one. "He's got to be… ancient, and he's never? Is that normal?"
"How would I know? He's an angel."
"Even angels get laid, they have too."
"Seriously Dean, it wouldn't be surprising if they didn't. I have yet to meet an angel who didn't need-"
"Screwed until the stick fell out."
"Exactly."
