The Body Snatcher

A Match Made In Purgatory

AN: I am changing Marie's' age to twenty so I can have her do more adult things. Okay, enjoy! :)

"So," Marie said with an early morning smile, drinking her coffee and sinking into the couch. Dean looked over at her, smile slightly creeping onto his face.

"Yes?"

"What happened while I was...out?"

"With the ghost?" Marie nodded. "Salt and burned his bones, it was fine."

"And?" Dean furrowed his brows.

"And what?"

"How're you feeling?"

"I'm just peachy. What are-"

"Castiel." She said lightly, looking into Dean's eyes.

"What about him?" Pupils= dilated. She took his wrist.

"Think about him right now, everything that he's ever said or done. Now."

"Why?" Pulse= elevated. 

"Good. What happened at the house?"

"Nothing besides the mother getting ganked. Why are you interested?" She let go, sitting up and drinking some more. "No particular reason. I can't use my powers for a couple days, so I need to occupy myself with other things...this is perfect." 

Dean shot her a look. He knew what she meant, playing dumb was just so much easier than speaking about...things. "Well, that's great. I'm okay with you being here as long as you leave me the hell alone."

"That's very nice of you, but I'd prefer to be alone." She stood, setting her mug down and flattening her navy blue sundress with white polka dots.

"Where did that come from?" Dean asked. It wasn't in her backpack.

"Oh, Castiel must have left out something--I can conjure anything I'd like, but only every other week. This is my week! I'm gonna use it as much as I'd like."

"Wait, so you can just conjure anything?"

"Yep!"

"Anything?"

"Yeah, anything. And swear of you ask another time I will punch you." Dean laughed a bit and nodded. "Fair enough." There was a long pause, Dean opened his mouth to say something, but promptly closed it. "What is it?" Marie asked suspiciously. "I have a favor to ask, if you can." "I'm sure it could be manageable."

~Two Weeks Later~

 Dean stepped from the motel in a navy blue suit with a pale yellow bow tie and shiny, black shoes. Dean's hair was slicked back, eyes brighter than ever. He was beautiful. Marie stood at his side, clutching her red hoodie and toying with it's white laces. Dean entered the impala. "Pick up Sam and Farah, and I'll be there soon with Castiel."

"Thank you." Marie nodded at Dean, going back into the motel.

"C'mon Cas." She whispered. "I hope this works...Castiel, I need you!" There was a flutter of wings and Cas was standing before her.

"Yes?" She pointed to the beds, which were covered with suits of all kinds.

"You have plans." Cas looked at her curiously.

"Plans?"

"Not you, too."

Castiel furrowed his brows, stepping foreword. "Where's Dean and Sam?"

"Waiting. Now I'll help you pick out a suit, and we'll go meet them."

((AN: The suit Cas wears is in the side place just so I don't have to describe it, 'cause I'm lazy))

Cas walked in proudly, Marie at his side in a black, lacy dress and red flats; hair, as always, pulled to one side, with deep red lipstick. Castiel's hair was perfectly disheveled and his eyes opened wide when he saw Dean. Marie gestured to the chair across from Dean, and she sat at the end. Sam and Farah sat across from each other opposite Marie. "Hello!" She said with a smile.

"Farah, this is Marie," Sam introduced. "And Castiel."

"Hello. It's ice to finally meet you, Castiel."

"Oh, please, don't mind me. I'm just here to observe." Marie said seriously. "Human behavior." She stated quickly.

"Yeah, okay. Well, we just ordered wine for the table." Dean said to Cas and Marie, kicking Marie in the shin.

"What was that for?" Marie asked in a hushed whisper.

"For making him look nice."

"Well sorry for trying to be kind. This was your idea."  

"Shuddup." 

Everyone ordered their meals--except for Marie, she doesn't need food--and they talked and laughed and it was one of the nicest nights they'd had in a long time.  It finally felt like they were a family and Dean couldn't stop smiling. When time came for the night to end, Sam and Farah got into a nearly invisible fight. Farah walked to Baby in silence and sat in the front seat with Dean, leaving Cas, Sam and Marie to sit in the backseat, fighting over who goes where. Marie ended up in the middle, her threats gone unappreciated. Sam pouted and bitchfaced the whole time while Farah sat up in front and complained the whole time to Dean, who just listened and agreed. Marie rested her forehead against Castiel's arm, Cas freaking out in a good way. I guess you could say he was fanboying because his favorite story was leaning against him. He stayed still, relaxing but not moving--as to not want to disturb this moment. She griped his bicep tighter, mumbling in her sleepy state, "You're comfortable, Cas" 

"Th- Thank you, Marie." Cas said with a tiny, missable blush. Dean was watching Cas through the mirror, just looking to look into his eyes, and seeing this, swirled the wheel as his stayed fixed on the angel's. Marie knocked into Sam, hitting her head on his shoulder.

"Ass!" She whisper-yelled to no one in particular. "The hell was that?" The car went back to a normal speed and pattern.

"There was a damn cat." Dean said as if it was practiced--right on time.

"Uh-Huh." Dean was never the type to get jealous, but something was just burning in him. Dean wasn't even mad at Marie, he agreed with her. Why did life have to be so goddamn hard? thought Dean. The worst part of it all was that Cas had no idea that sleeping in the same bed--and cuddling with--your best friend, isn't what you do. Castiel was just doing as he had observed people do, and was told to do. He was innocent. Which means that Dean was the reason all of that was happening, and he did not like it!

That night was the hardest for everyone.