Fic: Angel Lovin'
Title: Angel Lovin' Chapter 12/?
Author: ravenalisa
Rating: eventually NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Through 5.10
Warnings: language, sexual content
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel search for a weapon to kill Lucifer. Meanwhile Dean and Castiel grow closer and Sam over-analyzes everything while occasionally being an unintentional cock block.
Angel Lovin' Masterpost
҉҉҉ Chapter Twelve ҉҉҉
Sam parked the car, tossing the keys into Dean’s lap. “I’m going to go to the office to get us checked in. You,” Sam paused until he was sure he had Dean’s undivided attention (well at least as undivided as Sam thought it could get), “apologize.”
Sam glanced over at Castiel before exiting the car, “Don’t let him bully you.”
Dean and Castiel watched Sam go to the office in silence.
Dean squirmed, knowing Sam was right; he owed Castiel an apology. Fortunately Sam didn’t know quite how right he was.
They sat in silence, the sound of crickets chirping the only sound. It was unusual for them, this awkwardness. Oh they’d had their awkward moments, but their usual silences revolved around just enjoying each other’s company.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel was the first to break the silence.
Dean was sure he’d heard wrong. He’d been a jerk. Castiel had no reason to be sorry and every reason to be angry.
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Sam stomped his way into the office. He couldn’t believe Dean. First taking Castiel to a freaking whorehouse, peer-pressuring him into losing his virginity. And then when that failed, he goes and throws a tantrum when he thinks Cas managed to get some on his own!
Freaking typical.
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When Dean didn’t immediately respond, Castiel apologized again, “I am sorry Dean.”
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Sam had learned that Dean could be overprotective at an early age.
Dad had drilled into Dean how important it was to keep Sam safe pretty much from the moment Yellow Eyes had killed their mom so Sam was most definitely used to the mother hen side of Dean’s personality.
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“What in the fucking hell do you have to be sorry for?!?” Dean found himself irked by Castiel’s apology.
Castiel was confused. He apologized because he knew that he had angered Dean, but he still did not understand why Dean was angry.
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As much as Sam was used to Dean swinging from encouraging debauchery to fierce protectiveness, this was a whole new level of ridiculous. You’d think Castiel was Dean’s little virginal underage sister by the amount of protectiveness Dean was showing, instead of an ancient, powerful being (even with his recent loss of abilities). While naïve, Castiel could obviously take care of himself.
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Dean saw Castiel’s timid confusion and immediately felt a stab of remorse. He could kick himself for going into jerk mode again. Good going Dean…give the angel a complex. Dean shook his head slowly. “You have nothing to apologize for. Even if you hadn’t misunderstood and had actually had sex with someone else like I was thinking, I still would’ve been outta line getting mad at you. You have every right to have sex with anyone you want to.”
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Dean had better apologize to Castiel and get his head outta his ass.
“Welcome to Destination Destiny where every stay is a date with fate.”
Of course how would I possibly know if he doesn’t?
“What type of room would you like?”
It’s not like Castiel would tell on Dean.
“Sir?”
Hell, Cas probably doesn’t even understand why I told Dean to apologize.
“Are you alright?” Sam jumped as the old woman behind the counter reached over and gently laid her hand on his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Sam quickly realized the woman had been getting freaked out and faked a yawn, “Guess I’m more tired than I thought. Do you have any rooms available with 3 beds?”
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“I do not understand.”
Dean bit his tongue, like physically bit it, before he could say anything stupid…again. Dean thought that it was important understand Cas’ confusion but he also didn’t want Cas to think he was mocking him. “I’m sorry,” he restated simply. “You can have sex with other people if you want to.”
“I do not understand why you are,” Castiel paused before continuing, “giving me permission to have sexual intercourse with others.”
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Easily accepting his lie, the elderly woman calmed down immediately. “I just got in. Give me a moment and I’ll check,” she added as she typed away at the computer.
Sam rolled his eyes, knowing she wouldn’t see, but then noticed through the window that the parking lot did look surprisingly full. He had been too tense about the blowup in the car to notice when he’d come in. Normally these really small towns have a guest a week if that. He’d read online that the population was under 200.
“The few 3 bed rooms that we have are all currently occupied.”
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“My point is that you do not need my permission.”
Castiel sat eerily still. He did not say a word. Not that this was entirely abnormal behavior for him but Dean felt waves of irritation and disappointment rolling off Cas.
“I would prefer it if you didn’t but I want you to make your own choices.”
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“So are you normally this busy?” Sam asked. He considered the odds of the little town’s hotel being busy having anything to do with the Sword of Baal incalculably low considering the fact that its location had been unknown for such a long period of time; however in their experience the practically impossible was a daily occurrence.
“Not really,” she answered, “but every once in a while these religious types come here to pray or something just outside of town.”
“Religious types?”
She shrugged, “For all I know they could be some cult, but they’ve been coming here since before I was born and they seem harmless enough.”
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Dean didn’t know what else to say; how to make the uncomfortable situation go away. He knew Castiel was mad at him but he didn’t know why. “Say something!”
“What do you want me to say?” Castiel asked.
“Look Cas. I know that I screwed up. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous. I don’t even know why you’d want me in the first place. I’ll understand if you decide you want someone better.”
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“Right now it looks like we have 1 room with 2 beds and 2 rooms with 1 bed. We also have a cot available. What would you like?”
Sam thought it over. Dean would love for him to get at least 2 rooms, but with the way he was acting around Castiel maybe it would be better for him to keep an eye on them. “I’ll take the 2 bed room and the cot.”
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“Dean, you’re the only one I have ever wanted, the only one that I trust enough. Before you I did not even know how desire felt.”
Dean snorted in disbelief, “Then why did you let me take you to the whorehouse?”
“I have never wished to explore share such an intimate act with anyone else,” Castiel reiterated. “It was your idea to go there. It seemed important to you that I have the experience.”
“Cas you should let me know if I try to make you do something you don’t want to…but you’re the only one that I want now too.” Keeping his hands out of Cas’ view, Dean quickly touched the front of his pants. Yep…dick still present and accounted for. Haven’t grown a vagina yet.
Dean leaned over to pull Castiel into a kiss, hoping to put the chick flick moment behind them before it could get any sappier.
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