Hide and Seek. Chapter 7/ fuck if i know.
SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. I AM A BAD PERSON. *SOBS*
This chapter contains sexual content. Ye be warned.
Also, thank you for reading. No, really. Thank you.
Dean’s eyes were still closed from sleep. But he heard the distant rumble of voices in Bobby’s house. He shifted on the lumpy mattress and cracked open an eye. The sun wasn’t even fully up yet but he heard Bobby’s voice drifting up the stairs. Another voice was present as well and Dean had to strain to hear if it was Sam or Cas. All he heard was a low rumble. Probably Cas.
Cas.
Dean’s stomach did not flip over. No. It simply stretched like the rest of his muscles. Yup. Just stretching.
A small grin was on his lips but he didn’t bother fighting it down. There was no one to see it. Last night Dean and Cas stayed out in Singer Salvage Yard for hours. Sometimes they spoke, but mostly they were silent. Cas continued to hold Dean’s hand until Dean was drifting off under the stars. The summer air had been cool and soothing and the warm hand in his own grounded him. Cas had squeezed his hand to get his attention. “It would be wise for you to go indoors now, Dean. It is going to rain,” Cas had said. Dean didn’t believe him because the starry sky was clear of any rain clouds. But, he could take a hint, so he had rolled himself off the hood of the car they’d been sitting on and trudged his way back into Bobby’s house. He hadn’t spoken to Bobby or Sam the rest of the night. He was on a high from the evening and didn’t want to take the chance of it being ruined by Grumpy and Grumpier.
Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on the pair of jeans that were still on the floor, open to where his feet had come out of the bottoms. Sam used to laugh at how he kept his pants on the floor like that. He would say that it looked like Dean had gotten sucked into space, leaving his clothes behind. That was until there was a time when they had had to jump out of bed and get dressed quickly and Dean was out in the Impala before Sam had even located his jeans. After that, Sam left him and his strange pants habit alone. Now, his pants were cool against his sleep warm skin as he shuffled barefooted into the bathroom. After pissing for an obscenely long time, he splashed water over his face. As he was drying his face he noticed the red lines pressed into his skin from his pillow case. It was his deepest, darkest secret that he loved those sleep lines. He loved them on everybody. When Sam would wake up with them, Dean would be transported back to when they were kids sharing a bed and he was woken up by a hungry and ever growing Sammy. When girls he slept with woke up with them (if Dean happened to spend the whole night), he would immediately see them as cute rather than sexy as he had the night before. He wondered what Cas would look like with those pillow case imprints. Stop.
He went downstairs to find some coffee. While he loved both Bobby and Cas, he most definitely needed some caffeine in his veins before dealing with them, especially together. He heard them talking back and forth as he went into the kitchen and dumped out the full pot of the “coffee” Bobby had made. Dean knew better than to drink that shit unless he wanted a colon cleanse. One sip was like a punch in the face and one cup sent any drinker besides Bobby running to the bathroom. Dean filled the water and put in a fresh filter and grounds. He pressed the On button and looked in the fridge for any breakfast. There wasn’t anything that didn’t have to be cooked so Dean opted for some raspberry Pop-Tarts from the cupboard. He ate them while he waited for the coffee to finish. He poured himself a steaming cup of coffee and stood just outside Bobby’s study.
Okay. He was snooping. But he didn’t want to walk in there and interrupt their conversation. He wanted to hear what they were saying to be sure they weren’t keeping anything from him. Besides, the caffeine hadn’t soaked in yet. He leaned against the wall near the doorway.
“The inflection in that last paragraph suggests that the weapon is metaphorical,” Bobby said.
“Intonation and inflection are hard to translate, Bobby,” Cas said. “I am fluent in every language and I read it to say that the weapon is real.”
“I’ve been reading ancient texts long enough that I know when what I’m reading is metaphorical. There is nothing in here to suggest that the weapon is a solid object. Castiel, look at this wording in the last paragraph. It clearly states that the power of ideas is enough to bring Heaven crashing down,” Bobby said in that same tone he gets with Dean when he misbehaves.
“The weapon began as an idea,” Cas said agitatedly.
“Was the raven real or imaginary? Damn it, Cas! We’re going to be here until the next apocalypse if we continue debating literature,” Bobby said.
Dean was pretty sure that Bobby and Cas had always worn thick glasses and pocket protectors and laughed like Urkle.
“It is not literature. It is gospel,” Cas corrected unflinchingly. “And there is no raven in this gospel, I don’t understand that reference.”
There was a heavy sigh. “At any rate, how determined should we be to search out and find this imaginary weapon?” Bobby asked.
“Very. We must find it and destroy it,” Cas said.
“Why not find it and use it?” Bobby asked.
“No. I will not use this weapon on my brother,” Cas said sternly.
“It would practically guarantee us the win,” Bobby argued.
“I will not win this war with a weapon forged for Lucifer,” Cas said in the same stern tone.
“So we have to find and destroy the imaginary weapon that would help us win the war in Heaven because of your prissy morals,” Bobby recapped.
“We would not be winning if we used this weapon,” Cas snapped. “And, for the last time, the weapon is as real as you or I. Ask Dean; he has seen the damage the weapon can inflict,” Cas said, his voice straining against annoyance.
“Then I will find it. Or send the boys out to find it so that we could use it against Raphael. This is not your entire race that is being wiped off the planet, angel,” Bobby snarled.
“You. Will. Not. Touch. The. Dagger,” Cas said and Dean knew he was getting all up in Bobby’s personal space. “No human can wield the weapon. I will not allow Dean to touch that weapon. It would burn his skin off instantly. I can not have him be killed by the dagger meant to injure an angel. You and Samuel may not touch it either.”
“Way to favor Dean,” Bobby said casually. Castiel didn’t intimidate him anymore. Cas getting in his face was practically nothing. Like a fly buzzing. Bobby had lost everything so now anything he had was just borrowed. His life was like a library card. It being taken away would be no loss and no gain to him.
There was no response from Cas but Dean heard shuffling papers.
“What’s going on between you two?” Bobby asked. Something in his voice said he already knew. Dean knew that Bobby basically already did know, but he wanted to see how Cas responded.
“I do not understand what you mean,” Cas said. But Dean knew him well enough to hear the tell in his voice that said he was lying. Cas’s words came out in spurts rather than the steady rhythm of truth. Dean grinned.
“You and Dean have this thing going on,” Bobby explained awkwardly. “You always look at each other when you’re near each other. You communicate without even speaking so much it seems like you’re telepathically linked-”
“We are,” Cas interrupted. “But that is because I am telepathically linked with everyone. When you pray to me, I hear it. I am able to pray back, but it causes humans some displeasure.”
“What?” Bobby asked.
There was a few moments of silence before: “THAT ITCHES MY BRAIN!” shouted by Bobby.
Dean stifled laughter with his hand against his mouth.
“As you see, I am able to communicate with you tele-orally. Dean and I often speak this way in order to convey messages that we would like to keep away from Samuel. It does not mean we are romantic,” Cas said.
“But are you?” Bobby asked.
“I still do not understand why you are questioning this,” Cas said. He was lying again. And getting nervous. His words were rushed and defiant.
Dean wanted to rush in there and stop the conversation now. But he also wanted to hear what Cas was going to say. He was torn so he shifted his feet, ready to jump in.
“I just want to know if I should knock before I enter any room you happen to be in with Dean,” Bobby said.
Dean really wanted to jump in there now. Though, he was so baffled over the fact that he and Castiel held hands under the stars like middle school kids on their first date. He needed to know what it all even meant. He was waiting outside the door like a twelve year old girl by the phone. His hands were tight around his coffee mug. He needed to relax. This was totally uncool.
Dean, I know you are there in the kitchen listening. What should I say to Bobby?
Dean’s dignity calmly detached itself, grabbed its suitcase and put on its hat, and walked right out Bobby’s back door without even a word or a glance back. Dean hung his head. Answer however you feel fit, Cas.
"Dean and I share a profound bond. We share components of our souls that tie us together in case of a battle begun by God. When I dragged him from the Pit, I inadvertedly activated our bond. Now that we have spent time together, Dean is unsure of how the bond makes him feel. It is manifesting itself in sexual urges towards me. We are… working through it,” Cas replied, his voice the steady rhythm of truth.
Dean’s head slipped and knocked against the wall with a thud. Oh. That wasn’t exactly what he was expecting Cas to say. Well.
“Thanks for being so… honest,” Bobby said. His voice was gruff and confused. “I don’t understand how this happened, or why.”
“I just told you,” Cas said.
“I meant, why Dean suddenly feels sexually attracted to you. He has never been with a man before, has he?” Bobby said.
“No, he has not. He is struggling with this, Bobby. Your patience would be most appreciated,” Cas said calmly.
“There’s not much I can give to this one, Cas,” Bobby said with a sigh.
Dean’s heart met his toes for an extended vacation. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care. He didn’t care.
“I won’t say anything bad about you two. I will be nothing but supportive. But know that I don’t necessarily like that one of my boys is screwing an angel,” Bobby said.
"We have not copulated," Cas replied calmly.
Dean wanted to laugh. Bobby wasn’t unsupportive of him and Cas both being owners of penises, he was unsupportive of one of them owning wings. Of all the things for Bobby not to be supportive of, this one took the cake. Bobby probably didn’t give any fucks that this meant Dean was sort of gay. Sam had demon blood in him; a little bit of queer in Dean was no big deal. As long as he wasn’t too busy polishing his rhinestones to kick ass. And come on, really? (Rhinestones are tacky.)
Dean was a little bit upset that Bobby wasn’t one hundred percent behind him on this. But everyone was entitled to their own opinion no matter how wrong it was. So Dean decided to keep his mouth shut and be happy that Bobby wasn’t kicking them out for being blasphemous.
“Good morning!” Dean said happily as he entered the study at last. Both Cas and Bobby turned to look at him has he entered. Cas looked relieved and Bobby looked wary.
He said he was supportive but his soul is sad. We should be respectful. Cas said to Dean.
Oh, good thing you mentioned it because I was about to pull my dick out of my pants and ask you to suck it. Dean replied sarcastically.
Now would not be an opportune time. Cas shot right back and Dean almost tripped over his own feet. He glanced up to see Cas looking at him with warm eyes. He was joking.
Dean stood on the opposite side of the room from Castiel. He made it look natural by setting his coffee mug down on the end table. He wasn’t going to look at Cas more than necessary, or go out of his way to stand next to him. Dean was respecting Bobby’s silent wishes. He understood. There were things in life that one didn’t want to see in front of one’s face. Dean completely got that so he cooled his jets.
“Now that Dean’s awake,” Bobby said, his tone lighter. “What were you doing yesterday? Dean said that you mentioned the center of the states and then disappeared.”
Cas looked down and away from Bobby and Dean. “I am not prepared to share my plans as of now.”
“Bull shit,” Dean said and crossed his arms.
“What, do you not trust us?” Bobby challenged.
“I trust the both of you, I am simply unsure about my plans. They are very fragile and they can not be challenged,” Cas replied.
“What a lame excuse!” Dean exclaimed. Dean didn’t like secrets.
“We’re the good guys, Cas,” Bobby said, obviously just as perturbed as Dean.
Cas rolled his eyes. A human gesture he had mastered quite early. “I know that. As I said, my plans are still young and fragile. I will come to you both when they are complete.”
Come on, Cas. You can tell me. Dean prayed to Cas.
No.
It’s just you and me here. What is your plan?
It is not of import as of now.
“This is not right,” Dean said out loud. “If you trusted us, you would tell us.”
Cas looked out the window and put his hands in his pockets. He was worried. Bobby’s posture did not relax but Dean’s did when he saw Cas’s tell for worry. Cas was telling the truth and didn’t feel safe enough to reveal his plans to Dean and Bobby. Maybe they were big plans that ended up with casualties and he didn’t want Dean to know yet. Maybe they were stupid plans that wouldn’t help their case at all. Dean couldn’t tell.
“Maybe we should leave him alone,” Dean said suddenly. The tension disappeared from Cas’s shoulders with Dean’s words.
“What?” Bobby asked.
“If he doesn’t want to tell us, he doesn’t want to tell us,” Dean said with a forced shrug.
“Whatever. He’s your boyfriend,” Bobby mumbled.
Dean scoffed. “Right, Bobby,” he said sarcastically. “I’ll be outside if you guys need me.”
Dean hopped down the front steps of Bobby’s house and kicked his way around the salvage yard. He often did this when he was at Bobby’s. Sometimes he would help him fix up some cars, sometimes he gave the Impala a tune up, and sometimes he just walked around kicking things. Today was a kicking things day. His high from the night before was almost completely gone.
“Dean,” came Cas’s voice from somewhere behind Dean.
Dean whirled around, sweating under the hot summer sun. “Yeah, Cas?”
“Las Vegas,” Cas said. “Raphael is going to Las Vegas. Sin City.”
“We’re not ready,” Dean said with a defeated exhale.
“I know,” Cas replied. “I will try to evacuate the city.”
“Do it. Get everyone out of there,” Dean said. “Don’t tell Sam though. I want to see if he mentions Vegas first.”
“Yes,” Cas agreed. “I will return soon.”
Dean nodded. Cas disappeared.
It was a very cold and stoic exchange. As soon as Cas was gone Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and his stomach unclenched. He was a little girl with pig tails hiding from the guy she was crushing on in the playground. It was all very pathetic.
Dean turned back to where he’d been walking before Cas appeared. He kicked harshly at a rusted muffler that skidded across the gravel into the frame of an old Mustang. Dirt rose from between the rocks in the path behind the rusted muffler.
The sound of wings made Dean turn around. Cas was back already? That was fast. Cas was inches away from him. An unreadable expression was in his eyes. Dean opened his mouth to ask what was going on but he was silenced. Cas’s mouth pressed against his for a second before he disappeared again.
Dean’s eyes were wide and shocked, his mouth was still open from his abandoned words. What just happened?! Dean had just been kissed by an angel. It was a chaste, quick kiss. But it was a mother fucking kiss. Dean thought “What the hell?!” even though his heart was racing and more sweat broke out on his skin. And just like that he was hard again. He looked around warily to see if Sam or Bobby had seen Cas kiss him. He was alone.
He pulled at the fabric of his jeans. Damn it. What was that? Cas seriously just kissed him. What did it mean? Did it mean that Cas wanted a romantic relationship with Dean? Dean began to over analyze it. He had never kissed a guy before; what else was he supposed to do besides over analyze?
He walked a little further before he realized his hard on was going no where anytime soon. Somewhat grudgingly, he slid to the ground against an old van, hiding in its shade. He looked around one more time before popping open the button on his jeans. He reached into his pants and down the front of his boxer briefs to wrap a hand around himself. He let out a little sigh at the relief of it. Then he spit on other palm and switched hands and began to stroke himself. His eyes rolled back at the pleasure and relief. It didn’t take much to get him dripping with sweat and his chest heaving. Castiel had managed to really wind him up with one simple kiss. He didn’t know how he would ever even be able to handle sex with Cas without completely losing it. Woah. Sex with Cas.
How had it even gotten to that? Yesterday he was having a big gay freak out and today he was thinking about deflowering a male angel. He was just sexually frustrated. That was all. It had been a little while since he’d gotten laid.
He rested his head back against the old van and wiped sweat away from his eyes with his free left hand. He looked to where he’d been standing when Cas kissed him and remembering the feel of Cas’s lips pressed with much force against his own sent him over the edge. He twisted his hips at the last second and came with a shudder into the dusty gravel. He gave a low groan as he gave himself two last, slow strokes before zipping his pants back up. He caught his breath and stood up on slightly shaky knees.
The sun was high and hot and he needed a drink and a big sandwich. He headed back to Bobby’s house to hog the fan and watch some tv until Cas got back.
Dean was just chomping into a huge ham sandwich when Sam came into the kitchen. “So, I’ve been thinking. Wouldn’t it be wise to look for Raphael in the biggest city of sin? You know, Las Vegas?” Sam said casually.
The food went sour in Dean’s mouth and he choked it down. “What?” Dean asked hoarsely and took a swig of beer.
“Well, its called Sin City and Raphael’s trying to eliminate the sin of the world,” Sam said with a shrug.
“What… what made you think of that?” Dean managed to say just over a whisper.
Sam knew. Sam knew and wanted to get Dean to Las Vegas where Raphael was going to show up.
Sam shrugged again. “Just thinking.”
“No,” Dean said and stood up from his place at the kitchen table. Bobby entered the kitchen like he had a sixth sense for tension. “No, this wasn’t just a random thought you had. This is something else.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What are you saying, Dean.” It wasn’t even a question.
“I’m saying there’s something you’re not telling me. What is really going to happen in Vegas?” Dean demanded, stepping closer to Sam.
Bobby stood blocking the door with his arms crossed and eyes glaring at Sam.
Dean’s heart was racing now, not in anticipation as before but in fear for what was happening with Sammy.
“Death will happen in Vegas,” Sam said in a low voice so unlike his own it was like he was imitating Castiel.
“Who are you?” Dean demanded, taking his gun from his waistband and aiming it at Sam’s chest.
Sam smirked. “Sam Winchester,” he laughed sardonically. “Sorry bro, but not everyone who breaks in Hell is a righteous man.”
No.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Dean released the safety on his gun. “Tell me the truth,” he growled.
“I am Samuel Winchester. Dean, you weren’t the only one to be dragged out of Hell. I was, too,” Sam whispered the last part. “But I was brought back by a more powerful angel with bigger plans.”
“Raphael brought you back?” Dean demanded.
Cas, I need you. Sam turned. Raphael brought him back. I think Vegas is a trap. Come back now.
There was no response from Cas and Dean began to panic even more. He kept face for Sam, though. Disappointment, betrayal, and an infinite sadness bubbled under the surface of his existence but he wouldn’t let it come up. He shoved it all back down, like usual. The gun pointed at Sam’s chest may as well have been pointing at his own. Neither one of them were going to survive this.
“Yeah, Raphael brought me back. And he taught me a few tricks of my own,” Sam said before raising his hands.
A fire raged through Dean’s body and he couldn’t help but drop his gun and double over. A scream ripped its way up his throat. It was a howl. A Hell howl. He knew it well. It was the animalistic wail of a man whose flesh was burning off of his body. Dean looked down at his body but saw no fire. It was all in his mind. It did nothing to quell the pain. He looked to see Bobby in the same unfaltering agony. Bile rose in his throat from the indescribable pain that was enveloping him. He dropped to the ground, writhing and screaming. Sam was gone. Leaving Bobby and Dean burning on the floor of the kitchen.
Everything in Dean Winchester’s life began and ended with fire. He accepted it. The fire that was burning in his mind caused him to lose control of his body and all he had left was his fear. It was like being in the pit again. Physically and emotionally. Sammy was gone and he had fucked everything up. His screams were now tortured, silent sobs. His voice had burned away minutes ago. Dean’s vision had blackened and he was sure he was about to die.
Dean knew there was nothing to do besides pray that he wouldn’t end up back in the pit. Pray that Cas would save the human race without him. Pray that Sammy would be alright in the end. Pray that he didn’t die for nothing. So he screamed for Cas inside and outside of his mind. Cas was his only hope. His one remaining life line on today’s game Who Wants to Survive the Apocalypse.
“Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Everything is burning. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas.”
“CAS. CAS. CAS. CAS.”
“CAS! CAS! CAS!”
“Help me.”
This chapter contains sexual content. Ye be warned.
Also, thank you for reading. No, really. Thank you.
Dean’s eyes were still closed from sleep. But he heard the distant rumble of voices in Bobby’s house. He shifted on the lumpy mattress and cracked open an eye. The sun wasn’t even fully up yet but he heard Bobby’s voice drifting up the stairs. Another voice was present as well and Dean had to strain to hear if it was Sam or Cas. All he heard was a low rumble. Probably Cas.
Cas.
Dean’s stomach did not flip over. No. It simply stretched like the rest of his muscles. Yup. Just stretching.
A small grin was on his lips but he didn’t bother fighting it down. There was no one to see it. Last night Dean and Cas stayed out in Singer Salvage Yard for hours. Sometimes they spoke, but mostly they were silent. Cas continued to hold Dean’s hand until Dean was drifting off under the stars. The summer air had been cool and soothing and the warm hand in his own grounded him. Cas had squeezed his hand to get his attention. “It would be wise for you to go indoors now, Dean. It is going to rain,” Cas had said. Dean didn’t believe him because the starry sky was clear of any rain clouds. But, he could take a hint, so he had rolled himself off the hood of the car they’d been sitting on and trudged his way back into Bobby’s house. He hadn’t spoken to Bobby or Sam the rest of the night. He was on a high from the evening and didn’t want to take the chance of it being ruined by Grumpy and Grumpier.
Dean swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on the pair of jeans that were still on the floor, open to where his feet had come out of the bottoms. Sam used to laugh at how he kept his pants on the floor like that. He would say that it looked like Dean had gotten sucked into space, leaving his clothes behind. That was until there was a time when they had had to jump out of bed and get dressed quickly and Dean was out in the Impala before Sam had even located his jeans. After that, Sam left him and his strange pants habit alone. Now, his pants were cool against his sleep warm skin as he shuffled barefooted into the bathroom. After pissing for an obscenely long time, he splashed water over his face. As he was drying his face he noticed the red lines pressed into his skin from his pillow case. It was his deepest, darkest secret that he loved those sleep lines. He loved them on everybody. When Sam would wake up with them, Dean would be transported back to when they were kids sharing a bed and he was woken up by a hungry and ever growing Sammy. When girls he slept with woke up with them (if Dean happened to spend the whole night), he would immediately see them as cute rather than sexy as he had the night before. He wondered what Cas would look like with those pillow case imprints. Stop.
He went downstairs to find some coffee. While he loved both Bobby and Cas, he most definitely needed some caffeine in his veins before dealing with them, especially together. He heard them talking back and forth as he went into the kitchen and dumped out the full pot of the “coffee” Bobby had made. Dean knew better than to drink that shit unless he wanted a colon cleanse. One sip was like a punch in the face and one cup sent any drinker besides Bobby running to the bathroom. Dean filled the water and put in a fresh filter and grounds. He pressed the On button and looked in the fridge for any breakfast. There wasn’t anything that didn’t have to be cooked so Dean opted for some raspberry Pop-Tarts from the cupboard. He ate them while he waited for the coffee to finish. He poured himself a steaming cup of coffee and stood just outside Bobby’s study.
Okay. He was snooping. But he didn’t want to walk in there and interrupt their conversation. He wanted to hear what they were saying to be sure they weren’t keeping anything from him. Besides, the caffeine hadn’t soaked in yet. He leaned against the wall near the doorway.
“The inflection in that last paragraph suggests that the weapon is metaphorical,” Bobby said.
“Intonation and inflection are hard to translate, Bobby,” Cas said. “I am fluent in every language and I read it to say that the weapon is real.”
“I’ve been reading ancient texts long enough that I know when what I’m reading is metaphorical. There is nothing in here to suggest that the weapon is a solid object. Castiel, look at this wording in the last paragraph. It clearly states that the power of ideas is enough to bring Heaven crashing down,” Bobby said in that same tone he gets with Dean when he misbehaves.
“The weapon began as an idea,” Cas said agitatedly.
“Was the raven real or imaginary? Damn it, Cas! We’re going to be here until the next apocalypse if we continue debating literature,” Bobby said.
Dean was pretty sure that Bobby and Cas had always worn thick glasses and pocket protectors and laughed like Urkle.
“It is not literature. It is gospel,” Cas corrected unflinchingly. “And there is no raven in this gospel, I don’t understand that reference.”
There was a heavy sigh. “At any rate, how determined should we be to search out and find this imaginary weapon?” Bobby asked.
“Very. We must find it and destroy it,” Cas said.
“Why not find it and use it?” Bobby asked.
“No. I will not use this weapon on my brother,” Cas said sternly.
“It would practically guarantee us the win,” Bobby argued.
“I will not win this war with a weapon forged for Lucifer,” Cas said in the same stern tone.
“So we have to find and destroy the imaginary weapon that would help us win the war in Heaven because of your prissy morals,” Bobby recapped.
“We would not be winning if we used this weapon,” Cas snapped. “And, for the last time, the weapon is as real as you or I. Ask Dean; he has seen the damage the weapon can inflict,” Cas said, his voice straining against annoyance.
“Then I will find it. Or send the boys out to find it so that we could use it against Raphael. This is not your entire race that is being wiped off the planet, angel,” Bobby snarled.
“You. Will. Not. Touch. The. Dagger,” Cas said and Dean knew he was getting all up in Bobby’s personal space. “No human can wield the weapon. I will not allow Dean to touch that weapon. It would burn his skin off instantly. I can not have him be killed by the dagger meant to injure an angel. You and Samuel may not touch it either.”
“Way to favor Dean,” Bobby said casually. Castiel didn’t intimidate him anymore. Cas getting in his face was practically nothing. Like a fly buzzing. Bobby had lost everything so now anything he had was just borrowed. His life was like a library card. It being taken away would be no loss and no gain to him.
There was no response from Cas but Dean heard shuffling papers.
“What’s going on between you two?” Bobby asked. Something in his voice said he already knew. Dean knew that Bobby basically already did know, but he wanted to see how Cas responded.
“I do not understand what you mean,” Cas said. But Dean knew him well enough to hear the tell in his voice that said he was lying. Cas’s words came out in spurts rather than the steady rhythm of truth. Dean grinned.
“You and Dean have this thing going on,” Bobby explained awkwardly. “You always look at each other when you’re near each other. You communicate without even speaking so much it seems like you’re telepathically linked-”
“We are,” Cas interrupted. “But that is because I am telepathically linked with everyone. When you pray to me, I hear it. I am able to pray back, but it causes humans some displeasure.”
“What?” Bobby asked.
There was a few moments of silence before: “THAT ITCHES MY BRAIN!” shouted by Bobby.
Dean stifled laughter with his hand against his mouth.
“As you see, I am able to communicate with you tele-orally. Dean and I often speak this way in order to convey messages that we would like to keep away from Samuel. It does not mean we are romantic,” Cas said.
“But are you?” Bobby asked.
“I still do not understand why you are questioning this,” Cas said. He was lying again. And getting nervous. His words were rushed and defiant.
Dean wanted to rush in there and stop the conversation now. But he also wanted to hear what Cas was going to say. He was torn so he shifted his feet, ready to jump in.
“I just want to know if I should knock before I enter any room you happen to be in with Dean,” Bobby said.
Dean really wanted to jump in there now. Though, he was so baffled over the fact that he and Castiel held hands under the stars like middle school kids on their first date. He needed to know what it all even meant. He was waiting outside the door like a twelve year old girl by the phone. His hands were tight around his coffee mug. He needed to relax. This was totally uncool.
Dean, I know you are there in the kitchen listening. What should I say to Bobby?
Dean’s dignity calmly detached itself, grabbed its suitcase and put on its hat, and walked right out Bobby’s back door without even a word or a glance back. Dean hung his head. Answer however you feel fit, Cas.
"Dean and I share a profound bond. We share components of our souls that tie us together in case of a battle begun by God. When I dragged him from the Pit, I inadvertedly activated our bond. Now that we have spent time together, Dean is unsure of how the bond makes him feel. It is manifesting itself in sexual urges towards me. We are… working through it,” Cas replied, his voice the steady rhythm of truth.
Dean’s head slipped and knocked against the wall with a thud. Oh. That wasn’t exactly what he was expecting Cas to say. Well.
“Thanks for being so… honest,” Bobby said. His voice was gruff and confused. “I don’t understand how this happened, or why.”
“I just told you,” Cas said.
“I meant, why Dean suddenly feels sexually attracted to you. He has never been with a man before, has he?” Bobby said.
“No, he has not. He is struggling with this, Bobby. Your patience would be most appreciated,” Cas said calmly.
“There’s not much I can give to this one, Cas,” Bobby said with a sigh.
Dean’s heart met his toes for an extended vacation. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care. He didn’t care.
“I won’t say anything bad about you two. I will be nothing but supportive. But know that I don’t necessarily like that one of my boys is screwing an angel,” Bobby said.
"We have not copulated," Cas replied calmly.
Dean wanted to laugh. Bobby wasn’t unsupportive of him and Cas both being owners of penises, he was unsupportive of one of them owning wings. Of all the things for Bobby not to be supportive of, this one took the cake. Bobby probably didn’t give any fucks that this meant Dean was sort of gay. Sam had demon blood in him; a little bit of queer in Dean was no big deal. As long as he wasn’t too busy polishing his rhinestones to kick ass. And come on, really? (Rhinestones are tacky.)
Dean was a little bit upset that Bobby wasn’t one hundred percent behind him on this. But everyone was entitled to their own opinion no matter how wrong it was. So Dean decided to keep his mouth shut and be happy that Bobby wasn’t kicking them out for being blasphemous.
“Good morning!” Dean said happily as he entered the study at last. Both Cas and Bobby turned to look at him has he entered. Cas looked relieved and Bobby looked wary.
He said he was supportive but his soul is sad. We should be respectful. Cas said to Dean.
Oh, good thing you mentioned it because I was about to pull my dick out of my pants and ask you to suck it. Dean replied sarcastically.
Now would not be an opportune time. Cas shot right back and Dean almost tripped over his own feet. He glanced up to see Cas looking at him with warm eyes. He was joking.
Dean stood on the opposite side of the room from Castiel. He made it look natural by setting his coffee mug down on the end table. He wasn’t going to look at Cas more than necessary, or go out of his way to stand next to him. Dean was respecting Bobby’s silent wishes. He understood. There were things in life that one didn’t want to see in front of one’s face. Dean completely got that so he cooled his jets.
“Now that Dean’s awake,” Bobby said, his tone lighter. “What were you doing yesterday? Dean said that you mentioned the center of the states and then disappeared.”
Cas looked down and away from Bobby and Dean. “I am not prepared to share my plans as of now.”
“Bull shit,” Dean said and crossed his arms.
“What, do you not trust us?” Bobby challenged.
“I trust the both of you, I am simply unsure about my plans. They are very fragile and they can not be challenged,” Cas replied.
“What a lame excuse!” Dean exclaimed. Dean didn’t like secrets.
“We’re the good guys, Cas,” Bobby said, obviously just as perturbed as Dean.
Cas rolled his eyes. A human gesture he had mastered quite early. “I know that. As I said, my plans are still young and fragile. I will come to you both when they are complete.”
Come on, Cas. You can tell me. Dean prayed to Cas.
No.
It’s just you and me here. What is your plan?
It is not of import as of now.
“This is not right,” Dean said out loud. “If you trusted us, you would tell us.”
Cas looked out the window and put his hands in his pockets. He was worried. Bobby’s posture did not relax but Dean’s did when he saw Cas’s tell for worry. Cas was telling the truth and didn’t feel safe enough to reveal his plans to Dean and Bobby. Maybe they were big plans that ended up with casualties and he didn’t want Dean to know yet. Maybe they were stupid plans that wouldn’t help their case at all. Dean couldn’t tell.
“Maybe we should leave him alone,” Dean said suddenly. The tension disappeared from Cas’s shoulders with Dean’s words.
“What?” Bobby asked.
“If he doesn’t want to tell us, he doesn’t want to tell us,” Dean said with a forced shrug.
“Whatever. He’s your boyfriend,” Bobby mumbled.
Dean scoffed. “Right, Bobby,” he said sarcastically. “I’ll be outside if you guys need me.”
Dean hopped down the front steps of Bobby’s house and kicked his way around the salvage yard. He often did this when he was at Bobby’s. Sometimes he would help him fix up some cars, sometimes he gave the Impala a tune up, and sometimes he just walked around kicking things. Today was a kicking things day. His high from the night before was almost completely gone.
“Dean,” came Cas’s voice from somewhere behind Dean.
Dean whirled around, sweating under the hot summer sun. “Yeah, Cas?”
“Las Vegas,” Cas said. “Raphael is going to Las Vegas. Sin City.”
“We’re not ready,” Dean said with a defeated exhale.
“I know,” Cas replied. “I will try to evacuate the city.”
“Do it. Get everyone out of there,” Dean said. “Don’t tell Sam though. I want to see if he mentions Vegas first.”
“Yes,” Cas agreed. “I will return soon.”
Dean nodded. Cas disappeared.
It was a very cold and stoic exchange. As soon as Cas was gone Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and his stomach unclenched. He was a little girl with pig tails hiding from the guy she was crushing on in the playground. It was all very pathetic.
Dean turned back to where he’d been walking before Cas appeared. He kicked harshly at a rusted muffler that skidded across the gravel into the frame of an old Mustang. Dirt rose from between the rocks in the path behind the rusted muffler.
The sound of wings made Dean turn around. Cas was back already? That was fast. Cas was inches away from him. An unreadable expression was in his eyes. Dean opened his mouth to ask what was going on but he was silenced. Cas’s mouth pressed against his for a second before he disappeared again.
Dean’s eyes were wide and shocked, his mouth was still open from his abandoned words. What just happened?! Dean had just been kissed by an angel. It was a chaste, quick kiss. But it was a mother fucking kiss. Dean thought “What the hell?!” even though his heart was racing and more sweat broke out on his skin. And just like that he was hard again. He looked around warily to see if Sam or Bobby had seen Cas kiss him. He was alone.
He pulled at the fabric of his jeans. Damn it. What was that? Cas seriously just kissed him. What did it mean? Did it mean that Cas wanted a romantic relationship with Dean? Dean began to over analyze it. He had never kissed a guy before; what else was he supposed to do besides over analyze?
He walked a little further before he realized his hard on was going no where anytime soon. Somewhat grudgingly, he slid to the ground against an old van, hiding in its shade. He looked around one more time before popping open the button on his jeans. He reached into his pants and down the front of his boxer briefs to wrap a hand around himself. He let out a little sigh at the relief of it. Then he spit on other palm and switched hands and began to stroke himself. His eyes rolled back at the pleasure and relief. It didn’t take much to get him dripping with sweat and his chest heaving. Castiel had managed to really wind him up with one simple kiss. He didn’t know how he would ever even be able to handle sex with Cas without completely losing it. Woah. Sex with Cas.
How had it even gotten to that? Yesterday he was having a big gay freak out and today he was thinking about deflowering a male angel. He was just sexually frustrated. That was all. It had been a little while since he’d gotten laid.
He rested his head back against the old van and wiped sweat away from his eyes with his free left hand. He looked to where he’d been standing when Cas kissed him and remembering the feel of Cas’s lips pressed with much force against his own sent him over the edge. He twisted his hips at the last second and came with a shudder into the dusty gravel. He gave a low groan as he gave himself two last, slow strokes before zipping his pants back up. He caught his breath and stood up on slightly shaky knees.
The sun was high and hot and he needed a drink and a big sandwich. He headed back to Bobby’s house to hog the fan and watch some tv until Cas got back.
Dean was just chomping into a huge ham sandwich when Sam came into the kitchen. “So, I’ve been thinking. Wouldn’t it be wise to look for Raphael in the biggest city of sin? You know, Las Vegas?” Sam said casually.
The food went sour in Dean’s mouth and he choked it down. “What?” Dean asked hoarsely and took a swig of beer.
“Well, its called Sin City and Raphael’s trying to eliminate the sin of the world,” Sam said with a shrug.
“What… what made you think of that?” Dean managed to say just over a whisper.
Sam knew. Sam knew and wanted to get Dean to Las Vegas where Raphael was going to show up.
Sam shrugged again. “Just thinking.”
“No,” Dean said and stood up from his place at the kitchen table. Bobby entered the kitchen like he had a sixth sense for tension. “No, this wasn’t just a random thought you had. This is something else.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What are you saying, Dean.” It wasn’t even a question.
“I’m saying there’s something you’re not telling me. What is really going to happen in Vegas?” Dean demanded, stepping closer to Sam.
Bobby stood blocking the door with his arms crossed and eyes glaring at Sam.
Dean’s heart was racing now, not in anticipation as before but in fear for what was happening with Sammy.
“Death will happen in Vegas,” Sam said in a low voice so unlike his own it was like he was imitating Castiel.
“Who are you?” Dean demanded, taking his gun from his waistband and aiming it at Sam’s chest.
Sam smirked. “Sam Winchester,” he laughed sardonically. “Sorry bro, but not everyone who breaks in Hell is a righteous man.”
No.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Dean released the safety on his gun. “Tell me the truth,” he growled.
“I am Samuel Winchester. Dean, you weren’t the only one to be dragged out of Hell. I was, too,” Sam whispered the last part. “But I was brought back by a more powerful angel with bigger plans.”
“Raphael brought you back?” Dean demanded.
Cas, I need you. Sam turned. Raphael brought him back. I think Vegas is a trap. Come back now.
There was no response from Cas and Dean began to panic even more. He kept face for Sam, though. Disappointment, betrayal, and an infinite sadness bubbled under the surface of his existence but he wouldn’t let it come up. He shoved it all back down, like usual. The gun pointed at Sam’s chest may as well have been pointing at his own. Neither one of them were going to survive this.
“Yeah, Raphael brought me back. And he taught me a few tricks of my own,” Sam said before raising his hands.
A fire raged through Dean’s body and he couldn’t help but drop his gun and double over. A scream ripped its way up his throat. It was a howl. A Hell howl. He knew it well. It was the animalistic wail of a man whose flesh was burning off of his body. Dean looked down at his body but saw no fire. It was all in his mind. It did nothing to quell the pain. He looked to see Bobby in the same unfaltering agony. Bile rose in his throat from the indescribable pain that was enveloping him. He dropped to the ground, writhing and screaming. Sam was gone. Leaving Bobby and Dean burning on the floor of the kitchen.
Everything in Dean Winchester’s life began and ended with fire. He accepted it. The fire that was burning in his mind caused him to lose control of his body and all he had left was his fear. It was like being in the pit again. Physically and emotionally. Sammy was gone and he had fucked everything up. His screams were now tortured, silent sobs. His voice had burned away minutes ago. Dean’s vision had blackened and he was sure he was about to die.
Dean knew there was nothing to do besides pray that he wouldn’t end up back in the pit. Pray that Cas would save the human race without him. Pray that Sammy would be alright in the end. Pray that he didn’t die for nothing. So he screamed for Cas inside and outside of his mind. Cas was his only hope. His one remaining life line on today’s game Who Wants to Survive the Apocalypse.
“Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Everything is burning. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas.”
“CAS. CAS. CAS. CAS.”
“CAS! CAS! CAS!”
“Help me.”