Illegitimi non carborundum 10/10
Banner by apieceofcake
AN: This chapter is for downfall35 who wanted a bit Dean/Cas without any Sam in it.
It is the last chapter but there will be an epilogue, so stay tuned :)
Jimmy was lying in the mellow grass looking at the sky watching countless clouds wander by, dissolve and morph into new forms. It was nice, the sun not directly shining at him but still warming everything. Although technically still spring today already felt like early summer. Watching the fluffy clouds actually helped more with getting into the Angel's head-space than he had thought. And it was relaxing. Very relaxing. And Jimmy was tired. Very tired. He did not notice how his eyes dropped until a soft touch on his shoulder made him wake up again. Jimmy blinked wearily wanting to fall asleep again. But there was Dean next to him watching him with a frown. Right. Dean... And he was not Jimmy but Castiel.
"Dean." Jimmy tried to use Castiel's low tone but his voice sounded scratchy from sleep. Then again Dean surely had never heard how the Angel sounded directly after waking up because Castiel once had told him Angels did not sleep.
"How are you?" There was genuine worry in the hunter's voice.
Jimmy stifled a yawn and slowly sat up again. " I am... I think I am tired." He looked into Dean's eyes and tried his best confused-puppy-dog-look. "I fell asleep. Angels do not sleep."
"You sure look tired, Cas. Did you dream anything?"
Dream... the smaller man had an idea. "Yes, I did..." How do you blush on command? He was no actor, he was a salesman. But perhaps Angels did not blush either? So he just tried to look embarrassed and uncomfortable, not meeting the hunter's eye but studying his washed out jeans instead.
Obviously he was successful and Dean got it because after a few seconds of silence Jimmy could hear him sharply breath in and say: "Oh... ok... I won't ask about it. By the way, what were you doing outside in the first place? Not afraid of your pals showing up again?"
"No. They won't search here again. They already did. I am save in your company, Dean. I feel save in your company." Jimmy raised his eyes again. Dean was not looking at him. The older Winchester studied the motel's back wall. The smaller man was not sure whether he had noticed what exactly Castiel had said.
Jimmy's stomach rumbled and the next moment Dean's eyes were back on him. "You're hungry, Cas? We could grab some..."
"Please." The smaller man put one hand on the hunter's shoulder preventing him from standing up. "I do not want to eat now. I am enjoying us sitting here and having a conversation." And I am not ready to leave before you and Angel-boy here have at least shared one kiss, he added in his mind. Jimmy's hand stayed on Dean's shoulder even after it became obvious the hunter would not try to leave again.
After what felt like a minute of silence and Jimmy frantically thinking of something Castiel would say, Dean nervously licked his lips and did not only ask a question but gave the smaller man a new idea of what to try. "So... Cas... You know... Anna said you Angels don't feel anything. Has that changed now with you not using your Grace-thing? Or are you still one Holy Ice Cube from Heaven?"
Now it was Jimmy's turn to slowly lick his lips and he did not fail to notice how Dean's eyes were caught in that display of tongue. "Anna was not telling the truth. We do have emotions. But we do not feel like you feel. It is different. Normally we suppress it to a certain level so the emotions would not interfere with our orders. Be we are able to enjoy all of our Father's creations. I do feel how soft the grass is. I do smell..." He draw a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes partly and trying his best to cast a real display of bliss on his face before looking at Dean again. Who swallowed hard. Two times. Jimmy's mouth twitched and it was not easy to fight the triumphant smirk threatening to spread across his face. He quickly withdrew his hand and lowered his head pretending to study his trousers again.
"So you are capable of real emotions."
"I am." Jimmy mumbled - would Castiel mumble? He raised his head again, looking for one moment at Dean before adding: "But it is very confusing." He let his shoulders sink, tried his best to look helpless and adorable at the same moment. He felt something move inside of him. Castiel? They had not much time left. Dammit, Jimmy was not sure if he could speed things up enough.
"Perhaps..." Dean interrupted the other man's musings and stopped himself for continuing for a few seconds. "Perhaps I could... help you? I am not really good with this emotion-crap but I'm a human and we are used to strong emotions all the time. Or perhaps Sam could..."
"I would prefer you helping me, Dean." That worked way better than expected. Jimmy rose to his knees and fully turned to face Dean seriously invading his personal space. But the hunter was sitting and could not easily retreat. "There are emotions I have never experienced before. Emotions that make me do things... Like helping you... and your brother."
"It's called... friendship." Dean stated and Jimmy's hopes dissolved with this one word. Was the hunter really that blind or naive?
"No. No, I know friendship. Uriel is my friend." Castiel did not know about other Angels but he was rather sure Uriel and Castiel were friends. Hopefully Dean would not know otherwise. "This is... more. More intense. I..." He looked at the hunter uncertain if he should haul out the big guns. There was a frown on Dean's face. Jimmy remembered the lip-thing and again let his tongue slowly glide over his lips before continuing. "I want to make sure you are save. I want to be near you. I think it is more important you are... content than..."Jimmy paused for a second, deep blue eyes piercing into green ones, before he continued: "... my orders. I am willing to take great risks for you, Dean. And apparently you are willing to take some risks for me to. Why didn't you tell Uriel my whereabouts when he visited you? I am sure you know he will be very angry if he ever learns you have lied to him."
A faint blush crept across the older Winchester's face. Jimmy had played his cards right. There really was more behind Dean not telling Uriel about the Angel lying in their motel room.
"Because you wanted me near yourself, Dean." Jimmy slowly approached Dean even more. "Because you wanted to watch me at my weakest." There were one or two centimeters between his knees and the Hunter's feet. "Because you wanted for once to be able to be there for me." Again he could feel Castiel stir inside of him. There were only seconds left before the Angel would surface enough to notice what was going on. "I know you care for me. More than you've ever cared for someone outside your family. And I care for you too." He carefully leaned forward. Millimeter for millimeter. "Every time you are near my heart starts to beat faster. And I can feel how yours is doing the same." He knew by now his breath must be ghosting over Dean's face and they were nearly as close as he needed them for their first kiss. It was only a matter of timing. Jimmy liked Dean, but he really did not want to french him. He needed Castiel to take over in the right moment.
"Cas..." Dean whispered.
"I need you, Dean. And you need me." Jimmy was still staring at Dean, trying to hold eye contact while frantically thinking of what to say. Seducing his wife had been so much easier because she was a woman and he had been able to say all those cheesy things that would send Dean running.
Dean closed his eyes, his breath hitching. Again there was a whispered "Cas..."
"I... I yearn for you, Dean. I have never felt like this before." Jimmy moved a bit to the side his mouth nearly touching the hunter's right ear. "I want to... feel. Let me... touch..." The smaller man made sure his breath was ghosting over Dean's neck and saw goosebumps rising all the way down under the collar of his shirt. "I want you to show me how to..."
Jimmy? What are you doing? Castiel's voice echoed through Jimmy's head.
Come on, Cas, I have to show something to you. Jimmy thought and in the next moment his lips were touching Deans, one of his hands cupping the hunter's cheek the other resting on his shoulder.
~*~
When Castiel stretched his awareness again he was not sure what to await. Perhaps he was still somewhere near hís brothers and he really did not want to return right now. The worst being over now he just could spent a few days with the Winchesters while recuperating. Dean always near, always caring. Curiously he followed Jimmy's lead, resumed control over his vessel - and noticed a foreign tongue in his mouth.
Dean.
Although he never had tasted the hunter he knew his taste, would never forget it like he would never forget his own name.
Dean.
His lips were pressed on the hunters, his hand caressed the stubbled chin and his breath was ragged as if this was some kind of physical afford. He opened his eyes and saw the older Winchester's flushed face.
Castiel wanted to retreat, flee, blink out of existence because of all those new feelings trying to overwhelm him at the same time but then he heard a low moan coming from either Dean or himself and his resolve was gone in the blink of an eye. He was going to stay exactly where he was until... Then his brain simply stopped. There were more pressing matters at... hand...
Epilog