Angel's LustCasitel knew he shouldn't. But the rushing water of the shower lured him to the bathroom door, knowing Dean would come out of his shower any minute, exposed. It felt forbidden, spying on one's privacy, but Castiel couldn't help it. Dean had grown on him, and Castiel had experienced feelings of lust. Lust itself was not right. It was inevitable, though.
He placed his hand on the door knob, hands twitching at the image of Dean, so handsome and well, sweet wasn't the word. But almost affectionate. As if he was irresistible. Castiel remembered when they'd walked into a bar, and girls had immediately trying to grope over him, complimenting him, with greedy lust in there eyes. It had been proved, then, that lust wasn't a choice. Love wasn't a choice.
It wasn't want anymore. It was NEED. Pure need. It made him tingle every time Cas got close to him. It had scared him at first, but he realized he liked it. And he wanted more.
So, technically, it wasn't his fault. Human emotions
Blood, Tears, And a Game Ch. 1Music blared from the speaker's of the Impala, but Dean wasn't singing along. He stared straight ahead on the road, Sam beside him, looking at the newspaper for a hunt they might have a lead on.
Right now, Dean just wanted to save as much people as possible. He wanted to forget what Castiel had said in the hospital when Sam killed Alastair.
He'd started it. All of it. The seals breaking, Sam going dark side, and the only thing he could do not to go insane from grief and blame was to save the people who needed help.
"You're quiet," Sam stated.
"Yeah. And?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. They both had their secrets, brothers or not. Sam didn't need to know about it. Not yet.
"I don't know. I just you seem pretty quiet lately." Sam said, looking concerned. Dean snorted.
"Its not exactly the greatest times in the world, Sammy."
"I know, but you're usually the one to make it better. You know, crack a joke, or say anything that has heavy sarcasm." Sam said, his eyes still scanning
A Day Off Ch.1Sam stretched, his long legs pressing against the front of the passenger side of the Impala, his arms raised awkwardly around his head. He closed his eyes and yawned. When he had relaxed a bit and settled back into the comforting slump of a tall man in a short car, he turned to look at his brother driving next to him. Dean's face was set sternly, as it so often was these days. Sam couldn't remember the last time the two of them had really laughed together, with nothing held back. "Hey, man." Sam's voice startled the silence of the air. Dean glanced over, one eyebrow raised in question. "Let's stop somewhere."
"Stop where, Sam?" Dean asked gruffly. "You know we don't exactly have all the time left in the world."
"Yeah, I know, but we're not on any specific case and I just thought we could do something fun... together," Sam said earnestly. "We could take Castiel! Now that he's... learning more about what it's like to be human, we should show him a good time. Let's take him somewhere like
The Way It Turns OutHe's trying to adjust. He really is. To get used to the fact that Sam wasn't coming back. Ever. And that hunting was over on his part. Sometimes, wehn Dean heard something outside the window, he'd always have a gun under the bed. Just in case.
Dean's slip of the tongue happens two months and five days after he arrives on Lisa Braden's doorstep.
He's making Ben's school lunch and he asks Ben what he wants on his sandwiches. Only it doesn't come out as expected.
"Hey Sammy, do you want the usual PB & J?"
Ben isn't fazed by this but he does point out, in his straight forward 12-year old manner, that his name is Ben. Not Sammy.
Dean doesn't realize what he's done until he hears the name repeated by Ben. His heart starts beating too quickly and he can feel it trying to hammer its way out of his chest and any second he's finally going to die of that all-consuming grief that threatens to overwhelm him on a daily basis. He takes a few seconds to get himself under control by concentrating on cu