"consequences & new beginnings"

Chaper 9.consequences & new beginnings

He didn't know what he expected to see at Cas' house, or really why Cas has kept him away from it for so long, but this was not it. The place was huge. He wasn't even aware there were houses this size in the neighborhood. He pulled into the drive and took an appraising look at the house before checking his GPS again, and yeah this was definitely the right place. He was half tempted to call Cas just to make sure, when the front door opened and Cas waved at him from the porch.

Dean got quickly out of the impala and jogged up the drive, and yeah the house looked even bigger when he was standing close.

"Jesus, Cas." he muttered as he climbed the stairs.

"Yeah I know, the house is excessive." Cas said and he let them both through the front door.

"No, its just uh, not what I was expecting."

Dean took a look around once he actually took a step inside and yeah, it was definitely ridiculous inside. Everything looked expensive, yet empty. It was missing the homey quality Cas' old house had. It didn't look lived in.

He followed Cas down the hall and to a big room devoid of furniture. Instead, were plush pillows and beanbag chairs scattered around the room, a pile of books and Cas' backpack in the center. He plopped down on a particularly squishy looking beanbag chair and popped open his latin textbook, ruffling through his bag with the other hand to find his notebook. Dean shrugged off his backpack and jacket and plopped down probably closer to Cas than he needed to and pulled out his own latin notebook.

"Wanna make flashcards?" He asked with a cheesy grin, holding up a pack of note cards from his bag.

Cas smiled back and snatched them from Dean's hand. And if he leaned a little closer to than necessary Dean, neither of them said anything.

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The front door slammed hard, and Cas winced. Without looking up from his latin book he he sighed, grumbled, and shifted away from Dean's side.

"Castiel, did you-" Michael cut himself off as he rounded the corner and spied Dean sprawled out on the floor. "Oh, I didn't realize you had company." he spit out with a little too much venom for either to them to think it was an accident.

"Yes, we're studying." Cas replied, still not looking up from his book.

Dean tried to keep his eyes on the page, like maybe if he didn't look at Michael he could will his presence away, or the book might suck him up inside. He wondered absently if that was Cas' goal all along.

"Castiel, may I please speak to you in the hallway?"

Cas rolled his eyes, but still got up and followed Michael out into the hall. He heard a quiet murmur from beyond the door, mostly it was Michael's stern angry voice and Cas hissing out responses. He couldn't understand anything they were saying, but he could pretty much imagine it was entirely Michael getting pissed about his being there, and Cas not giving a crap.

They were getting increasingly louder and harder to ignore, with Michael warning with an angry Castiel and Cas hissing back an even louder I'll be friends with who I want. He stomped back into the room and snatched up Dean's hand, yanking him up from the ground and towards the door. Michael stayed in the hallway, arms crossed and trying yet again to call Castiel's name, but to no avail. He pulled Dean back down the hall, and it was all he could do to hang onto Cas' hand and keep his glasses on his face.

He pushed them both out the front door, trying to not mind to bitter cold, and trudged on down to the impala. Castiel's rings clinked against his own, but his hands were warm and he kind of wished he wouldn't let go. When he did finally let go he rounded the front of the car and ducked into the passenger side door. Dean had barely shut the drivers side door before Cas had one hand wrapped around his bicep, squinting angrily at his brother standing at the front door.