Murder Mayhem

Chapter 3

For the next few weeks Dean continues to see Cas. Merely out of curiosity, is what he keeps telling himself, but deep down he feels differently. He's starting to develop a strong like towards this man and things have starting to get semi-serious between them. He has been learning a lot about Cas's view on Cain. His whole living room is dedicated to clippings and notes all about it. Cas may not admit it, but Dean can tell Cas admires him.

The only downfall of all this, is that Dean hasn't made a kill since the woman. Which was only almost a month ago, which isn't too bad. Dean once waited six whole months in-between kills.

Dean is out to dinner with Cas yet again. They are eating and talking happily when something catches Dean's eyes.

A woman on the far side of the restaurant is angrily speaking to her young son, who seems to be about five. She pinches his leg and leaves a red mark. When she lifts her arm the kid flinches, revealing a dark black eye.

"I have to use the bathroom," Dean interrupts Cas midsentence.

"Okay sure, hurry back." Cas smiles. Dean hops up and heads toward the bathroom, which isn't far from the woman. As he gets closer he can hear what she's saying.

"You useless piece of shit. I can't stand you." She growls.  "I can't wait for your father to get here and take you off my hands for good.  Him and that stupid skank can take care of your dumbass."  Anger builds inside of Dean. He pushes into the bathroom. His fists clenched. He splashes his face with water, but he's still shaking in fury. He slams his fist strait into the mirror in front of him.

He immediately feels pain in his knuckles, but he doesn't get cut, and it doesn't feel broken.

He calms himself down and runs cold water over his hand before leaving. He looks calm and collected as he heads back to Cas.  Cas smiles brightly as he sits.

"So as I was saying..." Cas continues. Dean's focus is on the woman.

He finally pulls his gaze away from her when his phone starts buzzing. He pulls it out and answers when he sees that it's Sam.

"Hey-a Sammy," Dean greets.

"Hey Dean," Sam sighs. "We need your to come in for questioning." These words send Dean into panic mode.

"Questioning, for what?" His heart is pounding, but he sounds calm.

"We want you to listen to one of our guys question someone, a suspect." Sam explains.  Dean sighs feeling relieved.  Cas is staring at him in concern.

"I'm kinda on a date with Cas right now."  Dean winks at Cas. Cas blushes.

"Oh, that's fine, take your time, I don't want to impede. By the way I still haven't met him, I'm starting to think he isn't real." Sam jokes.

"Yeah, okay. See you soon." Dean hangs up. He notices a man has come up to the woman.

"Sorry, Cas, he wants me to come in to help question a suspect." Dean apologizes. "I'll come and visit later okay?" He kisses his cheek. "Bye." Dean hands him a bunch of money for the bill and leaves. He goes to his car, a black, four door, 1967 Chevy Impala, but he doesn't leave right away. He waits for the woman to leave the restaurant. She walks to her car haughtily. As she peels out, Dean follows her. He isn't going to kill her, not yet anyway. He just wants to scope out where she lives. She drives for fifteen minutes until she pulls up to a nice and expensive looking house. After memorizing the address he drives off toward the station.

It's a few hours till Dean's finally able to leave. Apparently the found the dude's bootprint at the last crime scene. Turns out he was there before the woman was killed and he has an alibi.

Dean rubs his face tiredly. Sam hands him a coffee.

"Thanks for the help," Sam rubs his eyes, which have dark bags underneath them.

"No problem, Sammy. It's the least I could do." Dean sips the coffee. It tastes shitty. "I promised Cas I would come and visit him after this." Dean sighs.

"Kinda late for a house call isn't it?" Sam raises an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you two were getting so serious." Sam smirks.

"Shut your face," Dean grumbles.

"Hey, Dean." A perky redhead waves.

"Hey Charlie, how are you?" Dean nods. Charlie is an FBI agent like Sam, though she seems way too perky to be in this job.

"Great! Peace out bitches, this girl needs her beauty rest." She does the Spock hand symbol and leaves.

"I'm going too," Dean nods to Sam. Dean leaves and drives to Cas's apartment. When Dean knocks Cas shouts for him to come in.

"Hey, it's Cain, is it cool if I kill you now, or do you wanna offer me a drink first?" Dean shouts into the apartment. Cas walks into the hall.

"Funny, like I would believe you were a murderer." Cas shakes his head and laughs. You have no idea, Dean thinks. Dean just nods and follows Cas into the living room. "You made it just in time, I just started a scary movie." Cas plops on the couch and pats the spot next to him. Dean sits and wraps his arm around Cas. Cas snuggles close to him. They watch the movie together. Dean is bored, but Cas is quite terrified.

"I'm too scared to go to bed alone," Cas mutters when the movie is over.

"You don't have to," Dean smirks. Cas looks up at him. When their eyes lock, Cas leans forward and presses his lips against Dean's. Cas seems hesitant and shy, this is the first time they've kissed, and Cas doesn't want to screw it up.

Dean tangles his hands in Cas's hair and deepens the kiss.

Cas gives a surprised gasp, but continues kissing Dean. They lean into each other.

When they pull away, Cas's cheeks are red, and his eyes are sparkling.

"Wow," he smiles. They go back to kissing.

They make out for a while, until Cas curls up by Dean's side and falls asleep. Dean chuckles and carries Cas to his room. When Dean starts to leave, Cas whimpers in protest. Dean rolls his eyes and crawls into bed with him. Dean falls asleep.