Unspoken

Chapter (what is it?) 9?: Sam, too?

A/N: OKAY OKAY, I CANT SLEEP SO IMMA POST THIS CHAPTER. YOU AMAZING PEOPLE DESERVE IT AND BEVER THINK OTHERWISE, I LOVE YOU GUYS! My friend went to bed and I'm bored. SO HERE WE GOOO...

Dean just about screamed as he clenched Castiel's trench coat tighter.
"Okay, I don't know what I was thinking when I jumped off that cliff, but I think we should go back now!" He shouted in a humble jumble of almost inaudible words.

There was a slight pause before Cas dipped his flapped his wings and continued into a glide. "Are you afraid of flying, Dean?"

Right now, Dean didn't want to talk because he was frightened at any sudden movements, He would drop. So he just went with a nod when he shoved his face into his friend's neck

"I will not drop you, Dean, I promise." He said in a calm voice. Almost angelic. (Obviously). "There is nothing to be afraid of, but if you want me to, then I will turn around." Nothing in his voice sounded judgmental or rude or amused. Like he didn't find it funny like Sam did. Like that time his father forced him into an airplane because the impala was stuck at Bobby's. Dean would've been fine with walking or driving another car. The silent tears fell that night when his father dozed off in the seat next to him.

Dean let a shudder of a breath escape, "yeah, yeah let's go."

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Castiel let a smile slip out on his face, even though Dean wouldn't see it. He felt Dean's shaky breath against his throat and his elevated pulse. He didn't need those things to tell him that Dean had a fear. He could feel a faint tinge of terror himself and just wrote it off as a soulmate bonding thing.

He went back, tightening his grip even more to ensure that he will not, in fact, drop Dean.

When they landed, Dean let a sigh of relieve fill the air. "Thanks, Cas. That was fun while it lasted, but I've had my excitement of the day."

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"He's got it bad." Sam squeezed between Micheal and Gabriel by the window. He arrived not long after Gabriel's text to him saying stuff about 'Dean's here' and 'it's like watching a Soap Opera'.

"Really? How can you tell?" Sam ignored Gabriel's sarcasm and answered the rhetorical question anyways, "I mean, look, he's like a love- sick puppy. I actually feel sorry for him."

"Yes, and we need to do something!" Gabriel announced, "Balth-" "no!" Balthazar cut him off before he could get any further. "I'm not gonna be part of your silly games, Gabriel. Not since what happened last time."

"Kill joy," Gabriel muttered. "What happened last time?" Sam asked, flabbergasted that this isn't the first time Gabriel did this. "Yeah, story for another time, thing is, a certain Cupid owes me for a solid I did for him."

"We are not getting a Cupid involved, Gabriel." Micheal cut in. "As you can tell they are already in love with each other, they just need a sign."

"Yeah, as in sign, you mean bigger than having it written on their foreheads because, clearly, that hasn't gone well." Gabriel said flatly. "Here's an idea, how about we push their faces together, if that doesn't seem to get their heads ticking then we are working on lost causes here, gentlemen."

"Okay, maybe we need to, uh, I don't know, set the scene?" Sam offered. Gabriel turned to him slowly mouthing the words 'set the scene' in question. He raised his eyebrows, "Alright, Sasquatch, since no one has a better idea. Tonight, we... Set The Scene!" He shouted dramatically. Balthazar can be heard groaning from the 'family' room.

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Castiel and Dean eventually walked back into the house after -what Sam called it- having eye-sex.

The air in the house seemed off, like, Dean couldn't quite place it but it just didn't feel right. He could sense that people were plotting something. He squinted his eyes at his younger brother who just apparently seemed to be here.

"Gabriel texted me." Sam seemed to read his mind. But could read his features, like he were a one of his James Patterson -what's his name-'s books.
"Oh, I wasn't aware you two texted." He said.

"Just shut up and sit down already, jerk." Sam fussed. Setting the spaghetti down on the table.
"Bitch." Dean mumbled. But sat down anyway. Castiel following behind.
"Where are Gabriel and Micheal, Sam?" Castiel asked politely. Yes politely, because everything about him is perfect. Absolutely friggin'. Perfect. Dean's heart nearly stopped when Castiel focused his questioning blue eyes on him so he settled with a shrug. He didn't trust his voice.

"They're getting.... Things... And, um just eat your spaghetti." He set down a big dish of noodles and sauce... With meatballs. Everything about this screamed 'set up' but the smell of the food clouded Dean's senses and made him aware of how hungry he actually was. He could eat a barn full of horses, let's just say that.

Apparently, Castiel was just as hungry because he scooted closer to Dean to get a forkful of spaghetti.

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Gabriel and the arch-heathen returned with some candles and matches. Along with some 'Lady and the Tramp' soundtracks.
"If I knew your plan was based on a movie about two dogs falling in love over a meatball then I would have to rethink my decision." Gabriel nagged.

"Like you had something better?" Sam elbowed him in the ribs. "Probably something better than something based on a film from the 50's." He muttered.

"It was a good movie." Sam mentioned quietly as they watched the two love birds eat from afar.

"Well, I wouldn't know." Gabriel said, more to himself than aloud. "We're gonna have to fix that sometime."

"Are you asking me out on a movie date, Samoose Winchester?" Gabriel felt his heart do weird things.

"Maybe, if you're willing to attend."

"Smooth, Sammy- boy. Smooth." He smiled a little more than he liked but, hey, everyone -except Balthazar, maybe-  was engrossed in the interaction between oblivious idiot number one and two. 
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They're down to the last three meatballs and Sam made a bet that Cas was gonna be the one to give Dean the last meatball.

Two now, Dean ate the third. Cas swallows the second and now the third. They stare at each other, both trying to read the other's expression.

Okay, in fairness, how was Sam supposed to know that Cas would have the great idea to split the last meatball?

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A/N: sorry if this is trashy or something, I've been in a Stony fanfic mood since AOU. Anyways, I'm very happy to present you guys chapter 9 (I think). In this I just let the characters free. I didn't plan on Sabriel happened this way but better late than never, right? Cas and Dean are still oblivious to each others feelings. He discovered Dean's fear and that Cas will never let him go and stuff. Idk, I tried to keep it light and humorous, hopefully I did. Tell me what you guys thinks about it and last but not least. I've wanted to tell you guys that I really appreciate your feedback, a lot and for that I have a present for you all that I bet you've all been wanting to do....

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