“Oh, look, Dean – they’re here!”
“They?” Dean questioned warily. How the hell was he going to put up with being near Cas now? After everything he had just realized?
“Well, yeah,” Sam grinned again. “Cas and Charlie are here. She really wanted to come when I told her about your… predicament.”
“You invited Charlie too?! What the hell, Sammy? I thought I said not to tell anyone!” Dean angrily exclaimed.
Sam made a face. “And I thought I said not to tell anyone about that one time when I accidentally sent a valentine to Becky Rosen and she ended up psychotically locking us both in a janitor’s closet.”
Dean sniggered. “She was loopier than a bowl of Fruit Loops. Still, it was freakin’ hilarious. Plus that was like, ages ago.”
“Just because your own memory stinks doesn’t mean that mine does. Anyways, consider this long deserved payback.” Sam said, walking to the door and opening it.
Both Cas and Charlie stood on the porch. Cas looked slightly confused (which Dean found cute – gahh, what kind of chick flick was this?), and Charlie was overly enthusiastic, which meant that it was about something nerdy.
Dean’s thoughts were confirmed as he listened to their conversation.
“What do you mean, you don’t know what this means?” Charlie asked in bewilderment, holding up the Vulcan symbol from Star Trek.
“I’m not exactly pop culture savvy, Charlie.”
“Well I can see that.” Charlie looked up at Sam, who was presently holding the door open. “There you are. Me and Cas have been out here for ages. I think you need to get a butler or something.”
She and Cas stepped inside the house and removed their coats. Dean’s eyes were transfixed on Cas as he took off his trench coat, and exposed the shirt underneath it. And the shirt underneath wasn’t a dress shirt, either – it was a deep blue one, most likely cotton, that brought out his eyes and hugged his chest and stop staring, Dean!
Tearing his eyes away he looked at Sam, who smirked. Dean flipped him the bird when Cas and Charlie’s backs were turned.
How the hell he was supposed to make it through this night, Dean wasn’t sure.
“Uh, Cas, you want a beer, or something?” Dean asked awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Cas surveyed him. “Sure.”
“Alrighty then.” Dean picked himself up off of the couch and went into the kitchen. This was ridiculous. Cas had barely been here for ten minutes and Dean was already having a hard time keeping himself together.
He fumbled around in the fridge and grabbed a few cans, setting them on the counter one at a time. This afternoon/evening was going to drag by torturously slow, he knew. And then Dean would have to deal with sleeping, and god, he would be sleeping near Cas.
“I assume you haven’t lost yourself in there?” Cas said, clearly amused as he entered the kitchen as well.
Dean, startled by Cas’ sudden appearance, flushed. And why must Cas’ voice be so goddamn low?
“Nope, I’m good.” Dean said, trying to scoop up the multiple beverages into his arms. He glared at Cas. “C’mon buddy, give me some help over here.”
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With and Without (Destiel)
FanficDean was depressed, not any other way around it. He was lost, hopeless, and drowning within himself. But Cas helped him up, quite literally, and he just might be the bright sun that finally manages to shine through Dean's persistent rain clouds. Dep...
