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In Touch

Title: In Touch
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17/SPOILERS up to 5.10 "Abandon All Hope."
Word Count: 3600
Summary: Castiel doesn't understand why Dean's upset, but he's trying. Angst, drunk!Dean, porn, and text messages - not necessarily in that order.

Human emotions were violent, unwieldy things. They flashed and rolled like lightning - one moment, still, the next, illuminated with feeling branching across the mind. It took the slightest charge to set them off. Castiel saw through his companions' hard-set expressions to the storms below, and he was glad, for once, that he felt so little. His own reaction to the Harvelle women's death was nowhere near so dramatic, or so dangerous.

He felt certainty, mostly - certainty that their clean souls would be granted rewards in his Father's realm. And certainty that his brief time with Ellen and Jo was beneficial for him. Through them, Castiel gained experiences. He drank shots. He rode in a car. He even became part of an inside joke during their journey together - when one of the women was asked about her current state of being, she would answer, "I think I'm starting to feel something," and both would laugh so heartily it raised a smile from him, even if they were making fun of him. He'd been able to make them laugh with the joke himself once, at a truck stop where the waitress asked how he was doing before taking his order. It felt good.

Other things were uncertain: the fate of the earth, the next step, the hunters' faith. Castiel found these issues far more concerning than the deaths of two soldiers who had offered their lives for the cause.

So on the fourth day after Carthage, when Sam Winchester called him to tell him that Dean had disappeared with the Impala after an argument, Castiel didn't understand why.

"He told Bobby and me to screw ourselves and took off," Sam said on the other end of the line. "Seemed like things were really starting to get to him."

"What 'things'?" Castiel replied, frowning.

There was silence on the other end, and for a moment he suspected the phone's minutes had run out again. Then Sam sighed and said in a tight voice, "Look, Cas, I don't have time to sit you down with Bambi right now and explain it. Can you just-can you try getting in touch with him? He's not answering when I call."

"I'll try," he said, and hung up on Sam.

Castiel leaned forward on the park bench he'd been occupying all evening, frowning at the glowing screen of his phone in the dying light. Having spent so much of the last year around Dean Winchester, he knew that if Dean didn't want to be found, he would be difficult to locate. And with the cloaking sigils across his ribcage-

The phone buzzed and lit up, illuminating the walking path at Castiel's feet. He scoffed at the name that flashed on the screen and read the new text message.

blcckwater inn outsied omaha rm 11 cn u come alone cas?

It took Castiel a moment to parse out the misspellings. Then he sent back his usual reply:

I'll be there immediately.

The park blurred and disappeared around him, and a moment later a dirty motel room landed beneath his feet. It was dressed in browns and greens with a mural of birches along the far wall, and Dean sat hunched on the double bed, a bottle in one hand and his cell phone in the other.

"Dean," Castiel said.

The cell phone in Dean's hand made an alert sound. He read the screen and gave Castiel a small, hollow smile. "Beat your own text. That's gotta be some sorta record."

"Sam said you'd-"

"Sam," Dean sighed, wincing as if the word hurt his mouth. "Look, this's got nothin' to do with him."