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Cas scream's through gritted teeth. "You'll never get away with this..." he says wearily, holding his side where Abaddon stabbed him. "I already have" Abaddon says with a smirk on her face you could only describe as rabid. Abaddon raises the hand with the knife in it, ready to finish the job.
Suddenly, Dean burst's through the ware-house doors; the cult in hand. Dean fires once and the bullet hits Abaddon's shoulder. She lets out a frustrated scream/groan and practically dives towards Dean. He raises the cult and fires quicker than Castiel can blink. Abaddon collapses to the floor.
"Dean.." Cas moans, trying to stand. Dean rushes over to Cas and lets him put his arm over Deans shoulders. Together they walk/limp towards Sam who is tied to a chair across the room. "You shouldn't have come, Dean" Sam says, frustrated. "Well, I did. And I saved your butt's too, oh, and I killed Abaddon in the process" Dean says with some pride in his voice. Dean places Cas against the wall and returns to Sam. He unties the chains, then the rope around his feet. Once Sam is out of the rope, Dean stands and immediately walks to Cas and helps him to his feet.
Dean unlocks the bunker, steps inside and flicks on the switch. Cas half walks half limps inside. They had just been to the hospital and said he had been attacked. "You want some help?" Dean asks whilst closing the bunker door. "No, no i'll be fine. Thank you." Cas say's shakily. They stare at each other for a moment then Dean starts to walk down the stairs.
Down the stairs, Sam is sitting at one of the tables, staring at the wall. "Whats wrong with you?" Dean asks as he finishes his decent. "Well Dean, I think I’m bored" Sam says plainly. Dean stands there for a moment, staring at his 'bored' brother. "Read a book" Dean says, "That's what nerds do in their spare time, right?", "Ha-ha" Sam says sarcastically. As Sam finishes, Cas gets to the end of the stair-case and sighs. Dean and Sam look at him, confused. Cas smiles at them, "You two amuse me."
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Dean hum's as he spreads the chicken and mushroom mix onto the pastry. "This pie will be the best yet" a voice says behind him. Dean whips around to see Cas leaning against the door frame. "I scared you didn't I?" Cas says with a grin spreading along his face. "I think I like living here with you two” "I think I like it too" Dean says enthusiastically, turning back to the pie. Dean picks up the tray that the pie is on, shakily. "Gimme some help here" he says quickly, pointing at the oven door. Cas hurries over and opens the oven door for Dean, smiling. Dean slides the pie into the oven and closes it. "Could you set the timer for 45 minutes?" he asks, looking up at Cas. "Of course, Dean".
"Mmnmhhm... This... This is great..." Cas says, his voice muffled by the food. Dean smiles, "thanks". Before they know it Cas is licking his lips and taking his plate to the sink. "Jesus Cas" Sam says with a surprised look on his face, "I know its good but its not THAT good". Dean whacks Sam's arm while Sam gives him a wicked grin. Cas smiles and walk's out of the room. As soon as Cas is gone Sam turns to Dean and asks, "What was that?!" His grin still hanging there. "What was what?" "THAT!" Sam yells quietly. "WHAT!?" Dean demands. "You blushed, you blushed when Cas complimented you!" "I did not." Dean snorts. "Look, your blushing AGAIN!" Sam retorts, his grin returning. Dean turns red all over, stands up, kicks Sams leg and storms out of the room.
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Dean practically kicks open his bedroom door and slams it behind him. He can feel his face burning, and when he thought about it, it made him burn even more. He was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. It's true, Dean thinks to himself, maybe I do care about Cas.
Dean doesn't realize that he is pacing back and forth in front of the door until he hears someone knocking. He opens the door to see Sam standing outside. "What?" Dean demands, not wanting to have to deal with his brothers blabbering. "I just wanted to say sorry, JEEZ" Sam says sarcastically, putting his hands up in defense, a faint smile on his face. "Can I come in?" Sam asks, his smile fading. "Yeah, I guess, I needed to talk to you anyway.." Dean says quietly.
He stands back to let Sam in then slams the door behind him. He wants Cas to think he's angry so he doesn't bother them. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Sam asks. "Well.." Dean pauses for a moment, maybe he hasn't thought this through. "Umm.. Don't laugh okay? I am.. uh.." "Come on" Sam says, "Why have you been so impatient lately? anyway, I think I have.. uh... FEELINGS.. for um.. a specific angel.." He raises his head to look at his brother them immediately wishes he hadn't. Sam has a smile on his face that already reaches his eyes yet it looks like it’s still going. Sam can't help it anymore, he lets out a short laugh then goes back to complete seriousness when he see's his brothers face, it looks like he has tears in his eyes, not ready to spill. "Be my brother for a second okay, man?" Dean says quietly. "I don't know what to do man, I mean.. I thought about it.. but I never thought it would get to THIS" "What do you mean, this, Dean?" "Thinking about him every day…" Dean says quietly. "Dean, sometimes I think he likes you back..." Deans heart leaps then sinks into his stomach knowing this makes things even more complicated. "What do you mean? You think he likes me back?" Dean says with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Don't go crazy on me now Dean, I-" "Crazy as in GAY?!" Dean snaps back. There is a long silence between them then Sam finally says, "Just go talk to him, okay? Don't make things harder for yourself".
That night Dean sleeps a little if not at all. The thoughts in his head, swirling around uncontrollably, keep him awake until he can't take it. Dean picks up him pillow and grabs a woolen blanket and storms out of his room to the lounge to sit and watch the fire. He lays his pillow down near the edge of the couch and lies down bringing the blanket over him. He stares at the fire for who knows how long when he hears a floor board creak. Cas steps into the light of the fire and looks at Dean for a moment, staring, if not glaring into Deans eyes, burning into his soul.
"Can't sleep?" Dean asks Cas, staring back at him, Cas nods. Dean shimmies over a little to make room so Cas can sit on the couch. Making him feel strange. "Um.. Are you alright, Dean?" Cas asks with a hint of suspicion and concern in his voice. "Umm.. yeah.. I guess, are you, Castiel?" "I'm fine Dean, wait, why did you call me Castiel? You and Sam always call me Cas" He asks with suspicion. "I didn't, I called you Cas, like always" Dean says, suddenly realizing his mistake. He can now feel the burning in his cheeks, at first he thought it was the fire, then he realized it was him. "You called me Castiel Dean. Don't deny it" Cas says in all seriousness. "Um... Sorry…" "Its fine". There is a long pause and the silence between them grows until Dean wish’s there was no silence or space between them at all. "Dean.. I'm sorry but.. I heard you and Sam talking.. and.." A weight in Deans chest drops right into his stomach, "Oh god.. Cas I’m sorry, you weren't supposed to hear that.. oh god, I’m going to g-" "It was sweet Dean.." Cas says as fast as he can, gets out of his seat and leaves.