Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 17 (bonus mini chapter)

Christmas eve passed slowly but surprisingly, I didn't mind that it continued to drag on and on until Cas finally came back from work, this time in an atrocious Christmas sweater, puns flowing out of his mouth at the drop of a hat. 

"Oh my god, Cas," I groaned, resting my head in my hands upon seeing him. "What are you wearing?"

"Pfft, clothes obviously," he rolled his eyes, skipping towards the couch to flop down next to me, right under where my arm was resting above it. He looked up to meet my eyes and gave me a short kiss on the mouth. 

"You're in a good mood," I commented, letting my arm relax slightly so it was curled around him. I flipped through the channels unceremoniously, deciding to stop on How the Grinch Stole Christmas. 

"Aw, Dean, look, you're on TV," he pointed to the screen the moment Jim Carrey popped up, glaring at the little girl. 

"Damn," I whispered. "Sassy, too, what did you do at work today?"

"What?" he asked. "Oh! The usual, I guess, nothing too fun," he shrugged. "Got a few comments on my scars but nothing out of the ordinary."

"Oh, cool," I replied, taking a sip of the egg nog on the small table in front of my. 

"Ooh, gimme!" he said, reaching his hand out to grab the mug from my grip and drink. "Wow, how very festive of-" he burped. 

He didn't finish his sentence and I shifted so I could look at him, but he just cuddled further into my side, so I stopped. 

Just as we started watching the movie, he interrupted with a question, "Hey... Dean?"

"Yeah?" I asked, only half paying attention. 

"Why do you think they call it crowning when a woman has a baby? Months of pregnancy and labor should in no way be associated with the monarchy," he chuckled. 

This scenario seemed awfully familiar, and this time I pulled away more so I could look into his eyes. 

"Cas?" I asked, tilting my head to the side to make him meet my eyes. 

Finally he did and he raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Are you... drunk?" I asked, furrowed my eyebrows at his glazed over eyes and altogether tension and carefree persona. 

"Pffft, what? Why would I get drunk at work?" he asked, rolling his eyes, "Obviously that's just plain illegal, considering I work with a bunch of alcoholics." he snorted, rolling his eyes again. He then held onto the cushions of the couch and froze, appearing to stabilize himself. He shook his head and laughed, "Woah."

"Wait a second," I lifted a hand just as another question occurred to me. "Why were you working on Christmas Eve?" I asked thoroughly confused at this point. 

"Uh..." he looked down then back up. "I don't understand the question."

I stood up quickly. "Cas, where were you today?" 

"Shh, Dean, don't yell, they'll hear you," he stood up unsteadily and put a finger to my lips sloppily. 

"Castiel," I planted my hands on his shoulders. "Where. Were. You. Today?"

"I told you, I was working," he tapped the side of his head. "Remember?"

"Okay," I sighed, letting my hands drop. "I'm gonna ask one more time before I look through your phone. Where were you today?"

"What? You can't look through my phone that's public property!" he said, crossing his arms and swinging them from side to side. He paused. "Wait not public property. I meant public property. I'm such an idiot sometimes."

I glared at him. I didn't even care if he hadn't gone to work today, I just wanted to know why he'd lied to me and why he was drunk. 

"Okay, fine," I finally said, feeling defeated. I put my hand on his lower back, leading him to my bedroom. 

"Are you-" he hiccuped. "-hitting on me? Are you asking me out on a... date?!" 

"Cas..." I shook my head, closing the door to my room behind us and shoving him gently to sit on my bed. 

"Sir, at least buy my a drink first," he put a hand to his chest while I walked around him to find pajamas for us both. I threw a pair of flannel pants at him and changed into my own without a second thought, considering the fact that he was talking to the wall in front of him and I was standing behind him. "I am, in fact, a lady."

"No, my lady, I think you've had quite enough to drink," I said, crawling onto the bed behind him. I put my hands on his shoulders again and said into his ear, "Go change so you can go to sleep."

He stood up, about to change right where he stood but I held up a hand, "Hey, hey, woah, go change in the bathroom!"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring me, and continued to pull his sweater off, followed by his jeans. He stood at the foot of the bed, wearing only his boxers and turned to whine, "Do I have to put pants on?"

I closed my eyes, knowing that if I kept looking at him, his face wasn't what I'd be focused on. "Yes, Cas, you have to put pants on."

He groaned, "Whatever."

When I felt pressure on the other side of the bed I opened my eyes to find him climbing under the sheets next to me. I slipped under them as well, laying on my back to look at the ceiling and walk through my own thoughts. He laid on his side, facing me, willing me to turn and meet his gaze. 

I refused, because I was upset that he'd lied to me, and continued to look at the blank white plaster above me. He rested his hand on my chest drawing circles and designs across my torso to urge me to make eye contact with him. I continued to ignore him, only moving to rest one of my hands behind my head and keep thinking. 

"You know what you should do?" he asked. 

"Hm?" I hummed, not moving a muscle. 

"Buy some eggnog, I was thinking about it and I haven't had eggnog in like... a year," he chuckled. 

I didn't respond, knowing that he was such a lightweight that he wouldn't be able to remember stealing my mug of eggnog from me not even ten minutes ago. 

I practiced restraint as he kept moving closer, never ceasing to draw on me with his finger tips or touch my neck and face until finally, he fell asleep midstroke. 

I sighed in relief and looked to study him. He looked so angelic while he was asleep, nothing like how he'd been acting today. It didn't take long for him to fall deeper into his sleep, snoring softly from time to time. 

I, on the other hand, was having a difficult time even closing my eyes, because every time I did, I saw one of two things. One: Claire dumping hot chocolate everywhere and cutting her foot at the mention of a drug dealer named Gabriel. Or two: Sammy slipping down the porch steps out front when I made an innocent joke about him being high. 

There was an obvious common factor between the two, but I in no way wanted to even entertain the possibility that it was true. I tried for what seemed like hours to push the thoughts to the back of my mind, but to no avail. 

That is, of course, until I heard Cas mumbling something in his sleep. 

Something that sounded a lot like a name I'd been hearing more and more of recently. 

Something that sounded a lot like, "Alex."

A/N:

HEY WHADDUP DOUBLE UPDATE! 

Yes, this chapter is short. 

Yes, it's not very well written. 

But tomorrow is thanksgiving, and you little readers are what i'm thankful for, so here *hands you plate of turkey- or veggies if you're a vegetarian* have another update. 

But ha! Jokes on you because this chapter has more of a cliff hanger than the last one. 

I hope you enjoyed. 

-Nat