Like To Stay In Heaven But The Rules Are Too Tough 4/? (FIC)
Title: Like To Stay In Heaven But The Rules Are Too Tough 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Maggie/Don Stark
Spoilers: Everything through 7x05
Warnings: maybe some language? sex
Word Count: ~3,400 (this chapter)
Summary: Dean doesn't let Cas go, but someone else has a big change planned for Castiel. Can he handle what God has planned for him? This takes place a month after Part 3. Goes through "Shut up Dr. Phil"
Notes: I'm thinking this might turn into a monster that follows the whole season, but I'm not sure yet. We'll see.
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3
For a few days Dean and Cas had tried to be discrete and wait for Sam to be gone or asleep before they would do anything or before they would curl up together and sleep. They did this until one day they were talking in low voices leaning into each other while Sam was on his laptop. “Guys seriously,” Sam looked up at them, “if you think you’re hiding anything, it’s not working.” He smiled. “You don’t have to sneak around. As long as I don’t see anything that I’ll need brain bleach for I don’t really care, okay?”
That night they all slept soundly. Early that morning Cas woke up wrapped tight in Dean’s arms. His cast had been removed and he didn’t think he would be so grateful for something again. Cas shifted contently and laced his fingers through Dean’s.
Dean held Cas tighter and nuzzled against the back of his head. He kissed his neck lightly and Cas let out a sigh. Dean pressed closer and kissed him again. Cas mumbled quietly and pushed back. Dean ran his teeth across the shell of Cas’ ear, earning him a shiver.
Cas turned his head to press a kiss to Dean’s lips. “Morning.”
“Hey Cas.” He kissed Cas again. His left hand ran along Cas’ side to rest on his hip. He kissed his neck and rubbed Cas’ hip, digging his nails in making Cas moan and move against him. Dean slid is hand under Cas’ thin pajama pants and wrapped it around him.
Cas let out a noise that was a little louder than was safe without waking up Sam. He and Dean had never really gone quite this far yet. He was surprised by the action, but he couldn’t restrain the noises coming out of his throat.
“Shh.” Dean moved is hand slowly and rested his head on Cas’ shoulder. Cas let out another moan, pressing against Dean and thrusting into his hand. “Cas.” Dean brought his free hand up and covered Cas’ mouth. “Gotta be quiet okay?” His covered mouth seemed to have the opposite result, as Cas became louder.
Cas was pressed so close to Dean he could feel his heart racing against his back. Cas was overwhelmed with the pleasure pulsing through him. He pushed his head back against Dean’s shoulder and moaned into his hand.
Dean’s breath hitched. “Dammit Cas,” his hand sped up, “this won’t last long if you keep being so loud.” Cas arched against Dean and closed his eyes. “Cas, give me your hand.” Dean shifted behind him a little to give him room. He let his hand fall to Cas’ throat.
Cas moved his left hand to reach for Dean. He gave Dean a questioning look.
“Just do what I’m doing Cas.”
He let his hand move slowly to the front of Dean’s boxers. He traced Dean’s erection with his finger. Dean grunted and pumped Cas a little harder. Cas flattened his hand and palmed Dean lightly.
“Ugh, you’re such a tease.” Dean bit Cas’ neck. He let out a loud, surprised noise.
Cas slid his hand into Dean’s boxers and matched his actions and pace. Soon they were both approaching their climax. When Cas was still loud enough to make Dean nervous, he clamped his hand back over his mouth. Cas seemed to enjoy it.
“God,” Dean felt his insides clenching and sweat was forming down his back, “if you’re this loud now, I can only imagine how loud you would be if I let you.” Cas hummed against his hand.
After a few more strokes, both men’s bodies tightened up and released, each other’s names on their lips.
Over the next few weeks, they had managed to never wake or upset Sam and they hoped to keep it that way. They were getting bolder with when and were they did anything though. Which is how they ended up how they were now.
They were in bed covered with the sheets but naked from the waist down. Cas was riding Dean in a punishing pace bracing himself against the wall. Dean was trying to keep it together and was doing a horrible job. It seems Cas had learned how to control his volume while Dean was now incapable of controlling his voice. Who could blame him right now?
“Fuck, Cas.” Dean grabbed the other man’s hips and pulled up to meet his every thrust.
Cas was watching Dean with black, lust filled eyes. He leaned against the wall a little more and pushed down on Dean faster.
Dean’s back arched off the bed and he let out a choked sound in the back of his throat. He shut his eyes tight. It was too much. Everything swelled within him. He couldn’t look at Cas without feeling too much. A warm hand wormed under his shirt and made his muscles twitch. He bit his lip and willed the scream he felt in this throat away, but failed when the warm fingers curled and scraped across his chest. Dean grabbed Cas’ shirt and pulled his face close.
Sam stirred in the bed next to them and both men froze. Dean’s heart slowed slightly and Sam stilled. Cas’ hot breath warmed his cheek. He pulled him in for a heated kiss, urging Cas to start moving with his hands. Cas did move again, but at a much slower pace. His hips moved and rotated in an almost teasing manner.
“Cas, please.” Dean whispered against his lips. “I can’t…”
Cas shushed him before kissing his neck and licking up the side of his neck and whispering into his ear. “Relax Dean. I’ll take care of you.” He sat back up and started speeding up. Dean’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. “Look at me Dean.” Cas growled.
Dean’s eyes immediately opened. He let out a whimper at the sight of Cas bouncing and staring at Dean like he was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Dean thrusted up into Cas and took him by surprise, earning him a slight moan. Cas clenched around him and speed up more, the bed starting to creak with every move. Dean felt his orgasm right there and in reach when Cas suddenly slowed down again, slamming his orgasm to a stop. “Dammit, Cas come on.” He grabbed his hips again and tried to move him, Cas just chuckled.
“Not yet Dean.” Cas leaned down and kissed Dean in a sloppy kiss. Dean bit his lip in frustration. Cas growled and grabbed Dean’s hair and pulled his head back. He kissed Dean’s exposed throat. “I want to hear you scream Dean.” Dean let out a shaky breath. “I don’t care who hears.” Cas let him go and started up again making Dean arch up and moan loudly.
“Cas, please.” Dean couldn’t even think anymore. All he knew was the pounding in his head and the pleasure making his toes curl. “Fuck Cas.”
Cas put both hands on the wall and moved with all he had. He loved making Dean completely come apart like he was now. His head dropped and he felt his end nearing.
Dean was practically chanting Cas’ name and ‘fuck’ now. No other words seemed to come to mind. He could see Cas losing it now and he wanted to help him along and took hold of Cas’ hard, leaking cock and started jacking him in time to his own moves. Cas moaned and clenched his jaw.
It didn’t take long to them to both be hit with their climaxes and Dean yelled out Cas’ name a lot louder than he intended. Cas curled into him and moaned. “God, Cas.” Dean held him close. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.” Cas chuckled. He growled, “I’ll make you scream so loud the whole motel will hear you.”
Cas shivered at the thought. “We’ll see.”
Sam’s tired sleep-filled voice made them both freeze, “If you two just did what I think you did I will kill both of you in your sleep.”
They were still tangled together but Cas managed to slip off Dean and curl around him like he had been there all night. Dean quickly pulled the covers tight up around them.
Sam turned a groggy head around to see what his brother and friend were doing. He furrowed his brows at the sight of them seeming to be asleep. Maybe he had been dreaming. He shook his head and turned back around and quickly fell back asleep. Dean had dodged death tonight.
Cas and Dean laughed quietly at Sam’s ignorance of what had really just happened. Cas held Dean close and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning the two of them woke to find Sam gone with a note telling them he had gone out for a run. After some grumbling from Dean about Lance Armstrong, they had taken a shower that probably took a little longer than was needed.
Cas was now relaxing on the bed watching TV while Dean was looking for possible cases in the area and drinking his way through a bottle of scotch. Cas was starting to worry at the amount Dean was drinking recently. He had found a few weird deaths and told Sam about them when he got back. The three of them set out to find out what was going on.
Turns out there was a witch couple in town. They were having a tiff that had deadly results for the local people. When they had found a spell that would kill them, they set out to rid the town of the fighting couple. Unfortunately, the spell had not gone according to plan. They stood with a surprised look as the two witches stood unaffected.
“Let me guess, chicken feet? Not chilled.” Wife witch smiled.
Before they could say anything, the Starks were chanting off a spell to kill the three men.
“Okay, plan B.” Sam shifted nervously.
“What’s plan B?”
“Talking.”
“What?” Cas was all for getting out now.
“Now really?” Dean sounded on board with Cas’ idea of running.
“This is obviously a domestic dispute so if we can’t kill them, counsel them.”
“Yeah, you know what? Not my area.”
“I can’t exactly help much either.” Cas grabbed Dean’s sleeve and pulled him back, wanting to go out the door.
When they had run out of time, Dean stepped forward, “Okay, okay. Look, obviously you two are capable of wiping each other out, right?” The witches looked confused. “But you haven’t,” Dean looked back for some help, “which means that you two, you value whatever it is you got and you want to keep that dance going.” Dean looked back again and got a reassuring nod from Sam. “Maybe it’s punishment, maybe it’s sick, messed up, erotic, kinky, clamps and feathers kind of love…” Cas felt his face turn red and Sam jumped forward.
“Okay, okay that’s,” Sam pushed Dean back a little bit, “that’s goin a little too deep there cowboy.” Dean stepped back and looked at the floor.
Cas stood by Dean and lightly touched his arm to let him know he was there. Dean looked back for a moment.
“You’re defending him?!” Maggie sent Sam flying back with the wave of her arm.
Dean held up his arms. “Look nobody can defend Don,” He got a glare for that one, “totally. But, we get that you feel betrayed, because you were.” Maggie nodded. Don rolled his eyes.
“Don’t suck up to her.” Don sent Dean crashing through the entry door. Cas ran to check on him. He helped him stand as Maggie fought with Don.
Sam stood up, “Look, I don’t think Don was lying when he said he regrets the whole Wendy thing.”
“Thing?” Maggie looked pissed. “Sit down.” Sam slammed to the floor grunting in pain. Cas entered the room as Maggie was shouting about 1492. “The man was about to set sail! He could possibly fall off the edge of the earth! I took pity.”
“You had sex with Christopher Columbus?” Cas still had a knack for picking bad times to chime in.
Maggie’s head whipped around. “Mind your own business.” She sent Cas flying back into an unexpecting Sam. Sam grunted and pushed Cas off.
“Jenny? Nothing happened with Jenny. She was just my assistant.”
Dean was leaning against the doorway. “He’s right. She told us, just the assistant.” Maggie sent him falling back to his previous position.
“I made a mistake. I’m sorry Maggie.” Maggie visibly softened.
Sam stood up and pulled Cas up with him. “See, you guys are talking. That’s all you needed to do.”
Dean had gotten back up as well. “And I would have missed the nuking that my melon just took, but who wants that?” He was once again sent flying and Don summoned a small hive of bees around his face.
The Starks soon made up and let the boys go. Dean’s bee stings were at a minimum, but he complained enough about them during the drive back to the motel.
“Well that wasn’t anything I expected.” Dean tossed his bag on the bed and pulled out his flask he had taken to keeping in his jacket. Sam and Cas shared a look that Dean didn’t miss. “Give me a break.”
“We didn’t say anything.” Sam was taking off his jacket. Cas stood quietly beside Sam.
“It’s been a long day.” Dean put the flask back and looked through his bag.
“And it’s not over yet.” An unfamiliar voice sounded behind them. Dean turned with his gun ready to fire. Sam did the same. Cas turned with a bad feeling he already knew who it was. “Hi Sam, Dean, Cas.”
Cas tilted his head. “Do we know you?”
“I definitely know you. You’re the dead guys, or are about to be.” The man stepped forward and a shot rang out from Dean’s gun. The man barely blinked. Black ooze dripped out of the wound before the bullet fell out of it. “Sorry, you’re a bit outmatched.” The man advanced again.
Cas moved forward to stand in front of Dean. The man threw a punch that tossed Cas back onto the bed behind him. Dean shot again, which just pissed the guy off. He ripped the gun from Dean’s hands and threw him back to land beside Cas.
Sam lunged at him and was soon in a choke hold gasping for breath. Suddenly the man lit up and fell limp as if electrocuted. Don walked through the door with a horrified look on his face. “Good God, what is that thing?”
Cas sat up, “Leviathan.”
“A what?”
“Don’t worry,” Dean slid off the bed and checked to make sure the guy was out, “we’re working on it.”
Don didn’t look impressed. “Yeah, I feel safe now.” The sarcasm was clear as he tiptoed around the fallen man. “Find a bottomless pit to drop that thing in. That spell only lasts a few days.” He moved past Dean and started rummaging through the mattresses of Sam’s bed.
“Uh,” Sam turned to Don, “what are you even doing here?”
“Saving lives, twice.” He pulled out one of Maggie’s hex coins. “Got it.”
“Maggie seriously?” Don moved over to Dean’s bed.
“We just saved your damn marriage.” Dean didn’t appreciate someone trying to kill him after he helped them.
“Yeah,” Don found the other coin and stood up, “but to be fair you also tried to kill her. You know how she is when she gets a bug up her ass.”
Don left with a wave. Sam and Dean shared an exasperated look. Cas stood and looked at the unconscious Leviathan. “We need to do something about him.”
“Yeah. Know where we can find a bottomless pit?”
Sam put up a hand. “Wait, I think I know someone that would like to ask him some questions.”
“Who?” Cas didn’t think anyone would want to really talk to the Leviathans.
“We’re takin him to Bobby.”
Dean nodded. “If anyone can find something to hurt these things, it’s him.” The three of them tied up the Leviathan and put him in the trunk of the Impala. It was a tight fit, but no one wanted to sit in the back seat next to it. Cas was in the back when Sam stopped Dean from getting in the car. Cas couldn’t hear much but Dean had started raising his voice.
“Sam, I am so very, very, very tired.”
“Like it or not, stuff you don’t talk about doesn’t just go away. It builds up. Like whatever’s eating at you right now.”
“There’s always something eating at me! Whenever something happens, I feel responsible.”
“No Dean I’m talking about whatever it is you’re not telling me!”
So Sam was beginning to pick up on the Amy thing. Dean hadn’t told him anything either but Cas had guessed what had happened. It was obvious that he was hiding something and he was using his drinking to try to forget it. Dean pulled the door open roughly and sat down with more force than necessary.
Cas wanted to say something but he could feel the tension pulsing off of Dean and Sam when he finally joined his brother in the car. He decided that keeping his mouth shut was the better thing for now.
A couple hours later, Cas and Sam had fallen asleep and Dean was glad for the absence of concerned looks. He was getting tired of everyone looking at him like he was about to explode.
Once at Bobby’s, they unloaded the Leviathan and secured him into the basement of the cabin they had been using in Montana. Sam had gone upstairs in a huff and fallen asleep soon after. Bobby had started in on finding out what made the Leviathans squeal. Cas pulled Dean into one of the spare rooms. Dean had gotten the wrong idea and pulled Cas close in an embrace and kissed him.
Cas returned it half-heartedly before pushing him off. “What is it Cas?”
“I wanted to ask you something.” Cas took a step back. The serious look on his face sobered Dean.
“Okay, what is it?”
“It’s about what Sam was talking to you about earlier.” Dean rolled his eyes and took a few steps away. “I know Dean.”
“Know what?” Dean looked like he really didn’t want to be there anymore.
“Amy.”
Dean gave a half smile. “What about her?”
“Dean,” Cas moved toward him, Dean walked away. “How long do you think you can hide this from Sam, or me for that matter?”
“I’m not hiding anything!” Dean raised his arms in frustration. “Why is everyone ganging up on me today? There’s nothing going on!”
“Bullshit!” It was one of the only times Dean had heard that coming out of Cas’ mouth. Sex was usually the only time Cas cursed. “Don’t treat me like an idiot Dean.” Cas crowded Dean back to the wall. “I could tell the second you came back from getting your ‘pills.’” Cas used the air quotes again and Dean really wanted to smile, but the fear of being caught didn’t let him. “Did you kill her?”
“Cas…”
“Did you?” Cas held Dean in place with a glare.
Dean bit his lip and looked at the door. “I don’t understand…” Cas silenced Dean with a hard slap on the wall beside his head.
“Don’t. Lie. To me.” Cas’ voice was dangerous and fed up. He was sick of watching Dean slowly drown himself in alcohol, he was also beginning to believe that Dean was using him to forget his regret. He knew that Dean genuinely cared about him but he really thought that maybe he was using sex to distract himself.
Dean seemed to deflate slightly under the stare Cas was giving him. “Fine,” Dean licked his lips, “it’s true.” Dean looked at his feet. “I found Amy and killed her.” Cas nodded and backed off a little. “She was a monster Cas. She was gonna kill again.”
Cas shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. You told Sam you would leave it alone, that you trusted him.”
“I know!” Dean started pacing. “I just couldn’t Cas.”
“Do you know how he’s gonna feel when he finds out?”
“He’s not gonna find out. You sure as Hell better not tell him.”
“I won’t. If anyone should tell him, it’s you.” Dean laughed and pulled out his flask. “I mean it Dean,” Cas stepped over and took the flask from Dean, “you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”
Dean shook his head. “No, we’ll be fine. I’m not telling him, and so help me if you do I will shoot you.”
“I can’t make you do anything. I know that. Do whatever makes you happy Dean.” Cas left Dean in the room alone, tossing his flask back onto the floor before he shut the door.
Next Chapter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Maggie/Don Stark
Spoilers: Everything through 7x05
Warnings: maybe some language? sex
Word Count: ~3,400 (this chapter)
Summary: Dean doesn't let Cas go, but someone else has a big change planned for Castiel. Can he handle what God has planned for him? This takes place a month after Part 3. Goes through "Shut up Dr. Phil"
Notes: I'm thinking this might turn into a monster that follows the whole season, but I'm not sure yet. We'll see.
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3
For a few days Dean and Cas had tried to be discrete and wait for Sam to be gone or asleep before they would do anything or before they would curl up together and sleep. They did this until one day they were talking in low voices leaning into each other while Sam was on his laptop. “Guys seriously,” Sam looked up at them, “if you think you’re hiding anything, it’s not working.” He smiled. “You don’t have to sneak around. As long as I don’t see anything that I’ll need brain bleach for I don’t really care, okay?”
That night they all slept soundly. Early that morning Cas woke up wrapped tight in Dean’s arms. His cast had been removed and he didn’t think he would be so grateful for something again. Cas shifted contently and laced his fingers through Dean’s.
Dean held Cas tighter and nuzzled against the back of his head. He kissed his neck lightly and Cas let out a sigh. Dean pressed closer and kissed him again. Cas mumbled quietly and pushed back. Dean ran his teeth across the shell of Cas’ ear, earning him a shiver.
Cas turned his head to press a kiss to Dean’s lips. “Morning.”
“Hey Cas.” He kissed Cas again. His left hand ran along Cas’ side to rest on his hip. He kissed his neck and rubbed Cas’ hip, digging his nails in making Cas moan and move against him. Dean slid is hand under Cas’ thin pajama pants and wrapped it around him.
Cas let out a noise that was a little louder than was safe without waking up Sam. He and Dean had never really gone quite this far yet. He was surprised by the action, but he couldn’t restrain the noises coming out of his throat.
“Shh.” Dean moved is hand slowly and rested his head on Cas’ shoulder. Cas let out another moan, pressing against Dean and thrusting into his hand. “Cas.” Dean brought his free hand up and covered Cas’ mouth. “Gotta be quiet okay?” His covered mouth seemed to have the opposite result, as Cas became louder.
Cas was pressed so close to Dean he could feel his heart racing against his back. Cas was overwhelmed with the pleasure pulsing through him. He pushed his head back against Dean’s shoulder and moaned into his hand.
Dean’s breath hitched. “Dammit Cas,” his hand sped up, “this won’t last long if you keep being so loud.” Cas arched against Dean and closed his eyes. “Cas, give me your hand.” Dean shifted behind him a little to give him room. He let his hand fall to Cas’ throat.
Cas moved his left hand to reach for Dean. He gave Dean a questioning look.
“Just do what I’m doing Cas.”
He let his hand move slowly to the front of Dean’s boxers. He traced Dean’s erection with his finger. Dean grunted and pumped Cas a little harder. Cas flattened his hand and palmed Dean lightly.
“Ugh, you’re such a tease.” Dean bit Cas’ neck. He let out a loud, surprised noise.
Cas slid his hand into Dean’s boxers and matched his actions and pace. Soon they were both approaching their climax. When Cas was still loud enough to make Dean nervous, he clamped his hand back over his mouth. Cas seemed to enjoy it.
“God,” Dean felt his insides clenching and sweat was forming down his back, “if you’re this loud now, I can only imagine how loud you would be if I let you.” Cas hummed against his hand.
After a few more strokes, both men’s bodies tightened up and released, each other’s names on their lips.
Over the next few weeks, they had managed to never wake or upset Sam and they hoped to keep it that way. They were getting bolder with when and were they did anything though. Which is how they ended up how they were now.
They were in bed covered with the sheets but naked from the waist down. Cas was riding Dean in a punishing pace bracing himself against the wall. Dean was trying to keep it together and was doing a horrible job. It seems Cas had learned how to control his volume while Dean was now incapable of controlling his voice. Who could blame him right now?
“Fuck, Cas.” Dean grabbed the other man’s hips and pulled up to meet his every thrust.
Cas was watching Dean with black, lust filled eyes. He leaned against the wall a little more and pushed down on Dean faster.
Dean’s back arched off the bed and he let out a choked sound in the back of his throat. He shut his eyes tight. It was too much. Everything swelled within him. He couldn’t look at Cas without feeling too much. A warm hand wormed under his shirt and made his muscles twitch. He bit his lip and willed the scream he felt in this throat away, but failed when the warm fingers curled and scraped across his chest. Dean grabbed Cas’ shirt and pulled his face close.
Sam stirred in the bed next to them and both men froze. Dean’s heart slowed slightly and Sam stilled. Cas’ hot breath warmed his cheek. He pulled him in for a heated kiss, urging Cas to start moving with his hands. Cas did move again, but at a much slower pace. His hips moved and rotated in an almost teasing manner.
“Cas, please.” Dean whispered against his lips. “I can’t…”
Cas shushed him before kissing his neck and licking up the side of his neck and whispering into his ear. “Relax Dean. I’ll take care of you.” He sat back up and started speeding up. Dean’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. “Look at me Dean.” Cas growled.
Dean’s eyes immediately opened. He let out a whimper at the sight of Cas bouncing and staring at Dean like he was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Dean thrusted up into Cas and took him by surprise, earning him a slight moan. Cas clenched around him and speed up more, the bed starting to creak with every move. Dean felt his orgasm right there and in reach when Cas suddenly slowed down again, slamming his orgasm to a stop. “Dammit, Cas come on.” He grabbed his hips again and tried to move him, Cas just chuckled.
“Not yet Dean.” Cas leaned down and kissed Dean in a sloppy kiss. Dean bit his lip in frustration. Cas growled and grabbed Dean’s hair and pulled his head back. He kissed Dean’s exposed throat. “I want to hear you scream Dean.” Dean let out a shaky breath. “I don’t care who hears.” Cas let him go and started up again making Dean arch up and moan loudly.
“Cas, please.” Dean couldn’t even think anymore. All he knew was the pounding in his head and the pleasure making his toes curl. “Fuck Cas.”
Cas put both hands on the wall and moved with all he had. He loved making Dean completely come apart like he was now. His head dropped and he felt his end nearing.
Dean was practically chanting Cas’ name and ‘fuck’ now. No other words seemed to come to mind. He could see Cas losing it now and he wanted to help him along and took hold of Cas’ hard, leaking cock and started jacking him in time to his own moves. Cas moaned and clenched his jaw.
It didn’t take long to them to both be hit with their climaxes and Dean yelled out Cas’ name a lot louder than he intended. Cas curled into him and moaned. “God, Cas.” Dean held him close. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.” Cas chuckled. He growled, “I’ll make you scream so loud the whole motel will hear you.”
Cas shivered at the thought. “We’ll see.”
Sam’s tired sleep-filled voice made them both freeze, “If you two just did what I think you did I will kill both of you in your sleep.”
They were still tangled together but Cas managed to slip off Dean and curl around him like he had been there all night. Dean quickly pulled the covers tight up around them.
Sam turned a groggy head around to see what his brother and friend were doing. He furrowed his brows at the sight of them seeming to be asleep. Maybe he had been dreaming. He shook his head and turned back around and quickly fell back asleep. Dean had dodged death tonight.
Cas and Dean laughed quietly at Sam’s ignorance of what had really just happened. Cas held Dean close and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning the two of them woke to find Sam gone with a note telling them he had gone out for a run. After some grumbling from Dean about Lance Armstrong, they had taken a shower that probably took a little longer than was needed.
Cas was now relaxing on the bed watching TV while Dean was looking for possible cases in the area and drinking his way through a bottle of scotch. Cas was starting to worry at the amount Dean was drinking recently. He had found a few weird deaths and told Sam about them when he got back. The three of them set out to find out what was going on.
Turns out there was a witch couple in town. They were having a tiff that had deadly results for the local people. When they had found a spell that would kill them, they set out to rid the town of the fighting couple. Unfortunately, the spell had not gone according to plan. They stood with a surprised look as the two witches stood unaffected.
“Let me guess, chicken feet? Not chilled.” Wife witch smiled.
Before they could say anything, the Starks were chanting off a spell to kill the three men.
“Okay, plan B.” Sam shifted nervously.
“What’s plan B?”
“Talking.”
“What?” Cas was all for getting out now.
“Now really?” Dean sounded on board with Cas’ idea of running.
“This is obviously a domestic dispute so if we can’t kill them, counsel them.”
“Yeah, you know what? Not my area.”
“I can’t exactly help much either.” Cas grabbed Dean’s sleeve and pulled him back, wanting to go out the door.
When they had run out of time, Dean stepped forward, “Okay, okay. Look, obviously you two are capable of wiping each other out, right?” The witches looked confused. “But you haven’t,” Dean looked back for some help, “which means that you two, you value whatever it is you got and you want to keep that dance going.” Dean looked back again and got a reassuring nod from Sam. “Maybe it’s punishment, maybe it’s sick, messed up, erotic, kinky, clamps and feathers kind of love…” Cas felt his face turn red and Sam jumped forward.
“Okay, okay that’s,” Sam pushed Dean back a little bit, “that’s goin a little too deep there cowboy.” Dean stepped back and looked at the floor.
Cas stood by Dean and lightly touched his arm to let him know he was there. Dean looked back for a moment.
“You’re defending him?!” Maggie sent Sam flying back with the wave of her arm.
Dean held up his arms. “Look nobody can defend Don,” He got a glare for that one, “totally. But, we get that you feel betrayed, because you were.” Maggie nodded. Don rolled his eyes.
“Don’t suck up to her.” Don sent Dean crashing through the entry door. Cas ran to check on him. He helped him stand as Maggie fought with Don.
Sam stood up, “Look, I don’t think Don was lying when he said he regrets the whole Wendy thing.”
“Thing?” Maggie looked pissed. “Sit down.” Sam slammed to the floor grunting in pain. Cas entered the room as Maggie was shouting about 1492. “The man was about to set sail! He could possibly fall off the edge of the earth! I took pity.”
“You had sex with Christopher Columbus?” Cas still had a knack for picking bad times to chime in.
Maggie’s head whipped around. “Mind your own business.” She sent Cas flying back into an unexpecting Sam. Sam grunted and pushed Cas off.
“Jenny? Nothing happened with Jenny. She was just my assistant.”
Dean was leaning against the doorway. “He’s right. She told us, just the assistant.” Maggie sent him falling back to his previous position.
“I made a mistake. I’m sorry Maggie.” Maggie visibly softened.
Sam stood up and pulled Cas up with him. “See, you guys are talking. That’s all you needed to do.”
Dean had gotten back up as well. “And I would have missed the nuking that my melon just took, but who wants that?” He was once again sent flying and Don summoned a small hive of bees around his face.
The Starks soon made up and let the boys go. Dean’s bee stings were at a minimum, but he complained enough about them during the drive back to the motel.
“Well that wasn’t anything I expected.” Dean tossed his bag on the bed and pulled out his flask he had taken to keeping in his jacket. Sam and Cas shared a look that Dean didn’t miss. “Give me a break.”
“We didn’t say anything.” Sam was taking off his jacket. Cas stood quietly beside Sam.
“It’s been a long day.” Dean put the flask back and looked through his bag.
“And it’s not over yet.” An unfamiliar voice sounded behind them. Dean turned with his gun ready to fire. Sam did the same. Cas turned with a bad feeling he already knew who it was. “Hi Sam, Dean, Cas.”
Cas tilted his head. “Do we know you?”
“I definitely know you. You’re the dead guys, or are about to be.” The man stepped forward and a shot rang out from Dean’s gun. The man barely blinked. Black ooze dripped out of the wound before the bullet fell out of it. “Sorry, you’re a bit outmatched.” The man advanced again.
Cas moved forward to stand in front of Dean. The man threw a punch that tossed Cas back onto the bed behind him. Dean shot again, which just pissed the guy off. He ripped the gun from Dean’s hands and threw him back to land beside Cas.
Sam lunged at him and was soon in a choke hold gasping for breath. Suddenly the man lit up and fell limp as if electrocuted. Don walked through the door with a horrified look on his face. “Good God, what is that thing?”
Cas sat up, “Leviathan.”
“A what?”
“Don’t worry,” Dean slid off the bed and checked to make sure the guy was out, “we’re working on it.”
Don didn’t look impressed. “Yeah, I feel safe now.” The sarcasm was clear as he tiptoed around the fallen man. “Find a bottomless pit to drop that thing in. That spell only lasts a few days.” He moved past Dean and started rummaging through the mattresses of Sam’s bed.
“Uh,” Sam turned to Don, “what are you even doing here?”
“Saving lives, twice.” He pulled out one of Maggie’s hex coins. “Got it.”
“Maggie seriously?” Don moved over to Dean’s bed.
“We just saved your damn marriage.” Dean didn’t appreciate someone trying to kill him after he helped them.
“Yeah,” Don found the other coin and stood up, “but to be fair you also tried to kill her. You know how she is when she gets a bug up her ass.”
Don left with a wave. Sam and Dean shared an exasperated look. Cas stood and looked at the unconscious Leviathan. “We need to do something about him.”
“Yeah. Know where we can find a bottomless pit?”
Sam put up a hand. “Wait, I think I know someone that would like to ask him some questions.”
“Who?” Cas didn’t think anyone would want to really talk to the Leviathans.
“We’re takin him to Bobby.”
Dean nodded. “If anyone can find something to hurt these things, it’s him.” The three of them tied up the Leviathan and put him in the trunk of the Impala. It was a tight fit, but no one wanted to sit in the back seat next to it. Cas was in the back when Sam stopped Dean from getting in the car. Cas couldn’t hear much but Dean had started raising his voice.
“Sam, I am so very, very, very tired.”
“Like it or not, stuff you don’t talk about doesn’t just go away. It builds up. Like whatever’s eating at you right now.”
“There’s always something eating at me! Whenever something happens, I feel responsible.”
“No Dean I’m talking about whatever it is you’re not telling me!”
So Sam was beginning to pick up on the Amy thing. Dean hadn’t told him anything either but Cas had guessed what had happened. It was obvious that he was hiding something and he was using his drinking to try to forget it. Dean pulled the door open roughly and sat down with more force than necessary.
Cas wanted to say something but he could feel the tension pulsing off of Dean and Sam when he finally joined his brother in the car. He decided that keeping his mouth shut was the better thing for now.
A couple hours later, Cas and Sam had fallen asleep and Dean was glad for the absence of concerned looks. He was getting tired of everyone looking at him like he was about to explode.
Once at Bobby’s, they unloaded the Leviathan and secured him into the basement of the cabin they had been using in Montana. Sam had gone upstairs in a huff and fallen asleep soon after. Bobby had started in on finding out what made the Leviathans squeal. Cas pulled Dean into one of the spare rooms. Dean had gotten the wrong idea and pulled Cas close in an embrace and kissed him.
Cas returned it half-heartedly before pushing him off. “What is it Cas?”
“I wanted to ask you something.” Cas took a step back. The serious look on his face sobered Dean.
“Okay, what is it?”
“It’s about what Sam was talking to you about earlier.” Dean rolled his eyes and took a few steps away. “I know Dean.”
“Know what?” Dean looked like he really didn’t want to be there anymore.
“Amy.”
Dean gave a half smile. “What about her?”
“Dean,” Cas moved toward him, Dean walked away. “How long do you think you can hide this from Sam, or me for that matter?”
“I’m not hiding anything!” Dean raised his arms in frustration. “Why is everyone ganging up on me today? There’s nothing going on!”
“Bullshit!” It was one of the only times Dean had heard that coming out of Cas’ mouth. Sex was usually the only time Cas cursed. “Don’t treat me like an idiot Dean.” Cas crowded Dean back to the wall. “I could tell the second you came back from getting your ‘pills.’” Cas used the air quotes again and Dean really wanted to smile, but the fear of being caught didn’t let him. “Did you kill her?”
“Cas…”
“Did you?” Cas held Dean in place with a glare.
Dean bit his lip and looked at the door. “I don’t understand…” Cas silenced Dean with a hard slap on the wall beside his head.
“Don’t. Lie. To me.” Cas’ voice was dangerous and fed up. He was sick of watching Dean slowly drown himself in alcohol, he was also beginning to believe that Dean was using him to forget his regret. He knew that Dean genuinely cared about him but he really thought that maybe he was using sex to distract himself.
Dean seemed to deflate slightly under the stare Cas was giving him. “Fine,” Dean licked his lips, “it’s true.” Dean looked at his feet. “I found Amy and killed her.” Cas nodded and backed off a little. “She was a monster Cas. She was gonna kill again.”
Cas shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. You told Sam you would leave it alone, that you trusted him.”
“I know!” Dean started pacing. “I just couldn’t Cas.”
“Do you know how he’s gonna feel when he finds out?”
“He’s not gonna find out. You sure as Hell better not tell him.”
“I won’t. If anyone should tell him, it’s you.” Dean laughed and pulled out his flask. “I mean it Dean,” Cas stepped over and took the flask from Dean, “you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”
Dean shook his head. “No, we’ll be fine. I’m not telling him, and so help me if you do I will shoot you.”
“I can’t make you do anything. I know that. Do whatever makes you happy Dean.” Cas left Dean in the room alone, tossing his flask back onto the floor before he shut the door.
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