Dean and Castiel Winchester

Chapter 5 Story 1

Dean's POV
Castiel was an angel. I mean his smile lit up any dark room. His laugh was filled with .... Well it was like you'd just tickled loads of young kids in a room. It was just perfect. His eyes practically stared into your soul and the kids taste in music was pretty good. By pretty good I meant freakin amazing. He liked my favorite bands and well I'd heard of the others he liked as well. Although some of them I wasn't sure at all.  I was sure I would get to know them though. Because the cutest thing about him was the fact that when he was thinking he would hum different songs. Listening to him hum rock music was to die for. It was extremely cute.
"D-Dean do you mind if I-I put m-my feet up?" Cas pulled me out of my thoughts looking so nervously at me. I was completely and utterly confused. Why was he so nervous and scared at such a simple question? Such a harmless question. The worse  I could say is no and that would be if I'm an arrogant, stuck up dick. "Yeah, cause you can Cas." He slipped of his black converse and cautiously pulled up his legs. He wrapped his arms and legs round the pillow quite close together leaving room at the top so then he could rest his head. He was almost curled up in a ball. You could tell from the bags under his bloodshot eyes that he was tired. So he tried to get comfortable which was extremely cute. It was.
Once he had finally got settled which was him curled up with his hood up so just a few strands of his sex hair poked out of the front. His pillow between his arms and knees with the extra resting on his right knee. His legs were curved round to face me although still very compact to him. His face resting on the extra pillow on his right knee and he was leaning on the door. He kind of reminded me of Sam when he was little and the first time we got kicked out of the house. He was only about 6/7 and he was cuddling up to his plush moose toy with his life. I shook the memory off.
Shit Sam! I totally forgot to tell him. Fuck he must be going wild wondering where I am. I can't call him Cas is just going to sleep. I'll.... I'll call him when Cas wakes up. I mean he probably hasn't noticed anyway, right? He is probably still doing homework. Yeah he'll be fine. I mean dad isn't due back home for another week so Sam will be just fine. He can make it.

*time gap*

Castiel has been asleep for about 3 hours. God he is so cute. I mean every so often you can hear him mumble songs. Which is extremely cute but also a little scary. I think at one point he was mumbling Slipknot..... That right there fucked me up. I was like oh, alright then. I mean why the fuck not. He stopped after a few lines but shit this kid knows how to hide things. Slipknot fans don't really tend to walk round as a nerd, don't insult anyone and don't mention Slipknot at all or dress like ... Well like Castiel. But that was from my experience. I have every possibility to be wrong.
But it's now rolling up 8. I've still gotta call Sam and Castiel has gotta eat at some point. Luckily about a mile back I saw a sign for a rest stop. Like a service station, motel, diners, gas station. You know what I mean. It said it was five miles up the road so it seemed like a pretty good place to stop. I need to fill up on gas soon anyway. I could do with a beer as well. As if on cue Cas started to stir, he muttered something about food, or at least it sounded like it was about food. So I put my foot down a little more. Only three miles off.
AC/DC is quietly playing, I turned it down after my passenger fell asleep. I liked having this Novak next to me. He was a good companion, a fairly quiet one but good. Better than all the girls I've ever taken out. But this wasn't a date. No I wasn't gay. I am not.
We pulled up. The diner was the first thing you saw, it's big neon sign pointing to the slightly unimpressive diner itself. It wasn't bad at all. But from a sign like that, you would have expected a bit more. That's all. The gas station was just behind it and the motel next to the gas station. But we were just here for fuel for us and fuel for my baby. That and I got a good cell service here. I parked right at the back of the car park and stepped outside to call Sam. I sat on the hood of my baby. Looking down at the cell phone in my hand. This little piece of crap is about 5 years old and it's been battered. Shit me it's had its time. I typed in Sammy's number. I had him on speed dial but for some reason it seemed important to dial the number from scratch.
"Dean! Where the fuck are you?" His voice seemed more annoyed than nervous or scared.
"Sammy look I know, just calm down on the language, yeah?"
"It's pass 9, you left at 4. You dropped me off at home said you'd be back in about an hour. After  2 hours I thought, he's probably taken some chic out on a date. After 3 I thought you were probably just finishing up on the date probably a make out session in your impala but you'd be home anytime soon. After 4 I started to worry, but then came to the decision you probably went to drop something at the garage and they kept you behind. So I called the garage and they said they hadn't seen you since 6 last night!" I them remembered I hadn't booked the week off work. Shit. I mean I was only working 4 hours Friday then all Saturday and Sunday but they were probably wondering where I was as well.
"After freakin 5 hours what state do you think I am in?" He was pissed. This is going to be a hard one to explain.
"Sammy, I am sorry. Real sorry. I was gonna call you earlier but Cas was falling to sleep...."
"Who the fuck is Cas?" Shit he was annoyed. If I was talking face to face with him now, Sammy's bitchface would be immense.
"Castiel Novak. The kid Crowley is always beating up. Crowley did a dick move and poor Cas cou... Poor Castiel couldn't do anything to protect himself. So I've took him on a road trip. I'll be back before Monday I promise Sammy." I tried to sound as soothing and as calm as possible but I could tell from the silence that something was bothering him.
"Sammy you can do this. You have food in the house. There is money in my room under my mattress. I've got both Cell phones on me. You can call me if anything goes wrong and I will talk you through it. If everything gets too much I have a back up plan okay?" Silence again. "Sammy?"
"Dean. I didn't realize you were gay." I sighed, after all that. "I'm not gay Sammy, I'll be back soon. You will be okay, everything will be just fine. I love you."
"Love you too Dean. Now go fuck the guy before you drop him back off." Sam burst into a fit of giggles and hung up. Typical just typical. All I could do is let a smile stretch over my face. Sometimes I could knock Sammy out, others I could wrap him up in bubble wrap and he still wouldn't be safe enough for my comfort. But that didn't matter right now. My stomach was shouting for food. My throat was hoping for a beer. My bladder, on the other hand, was begging me to go piss. My heart. My heart was the worse though, it craved Castiel. It also wanted me to go back home and look after Sammy. My brain decided to begin a war with my heart. So all in all, I was good.
I look behind me. Castiel is still fast asleep curled up. I swing my legs over the hood, slide down and step to the window. My little angel's face is so relaxed. His sex hair looked even more like sex hair now his hood had managed to work its way off and his posture is so tense. He is all tensed apart from his face. Then sheer terror ran across his face, his complexion now practically white. His eyes flew open. His breathing heavy and disorderly. Unfortunately the terror on his face made his eyes the bluest I have ever seen them. But he is grabbing for things. He is trying to figure out where he is. He is panicking. I swing open the door and grab him. I've grabbed his shoulder and arm. I crouch down so he can see me. He relaxes once he sees me. His breathing is still disorderly but it's now a little less heavy. "Hey. Hey, Cas, you okay?" His eyes widen then shrink back to their normal size. He has grabbed my arms back. Tears start to well up in him eyes. From all the struggling his pillow has ended up on the dashboard. But he looks down at his leg and bites his lip. "Cas? Cassie? Hey..." He looks back up at me on the brink of crying now. "Hey. It's okay. Come here." With one swift movement I pull him out of the car and embrace him. He buries his head into my shoulder and wraps his hands round the top of my arms, grabbing me making sure I am there. Whatever happened in that dream.... It messed him up. And I hope to god he doesn't have it again. I can see and feel his shoulders bouncing up and down. I wrap one arms around his upper back and wrap the other round his waist. I rest my head on his and hold him until he calms down and stops crying.
He finally looks up at me. Around his eyes were puffy and red. And he had streaks down his face-probably from guy liner. But God did it break my heart to see him like this. His blue eyes were now bloodshot and the color had seemed to fade. They were no longer the intense blue I had seen just hours before. They obviously hadn't changed color because they cannot do that but they did seem duller. Like someone had drained him of all happiness. And I hadn't noticed it before but you could briefly see discolorations around his eyes, along his left cheek and even a little on his left temple. I just hoped to God that it wasn't what it looked like. That they weren't what I thought they were. He pushed himself away from me. Dropping his head and arms, then very quietly, it was almost a whisper, "Go ahead and laugh at me." It hurt for him to say that. The aching from deep in my chest. My stomach dropped a little. He now spoke louder and with a sense of defiance, "Go ahead! Laugh at me! Because I wear eyeliner; or because I'm not cool; or because I have night terrors and they make me cry. Or because I get shoved and pushed around. Or even because I get punched and kicked. Or because I draw; or because I'm gay. Or that I wear foundation to cover up...to cover up." He stopped. His head was still aimed towards the floor. All of his fire had burned out, for the next five words he just sounded so miserable so lifeless. "Go ahead and laugh Winchester." This is what broke me. His tone was dead. He was just dead, lifeless, in many ways but not physically. I tried my hardest to pull myself together. To say he didn't even want to be friends. Now that sounds something that a pansy would say but right that second I couldn't give less of a fuck. He had just told me to laugh at him. I couldn't laugh at him. He was, he was special. I couldn't laugh at him. I grabbed his chin and lifted his face up towards mine. He made direct eye contact and he looked more nervous that anything. I took my hand away from his chin and wiped away the streaks of black eyeliner from his face. I then put my arm around him and walked to the diner, because Shit did I need some pie.

Hi peoples, sorry it took so long to update I've had a few things kicking off. Hopefully you are enjoying this and a massive thank you for the people who have seen this!! I am absolutely taken back by how many views I have got. I know to some people it's tiny but thank you! Although the late update there is a definite bonus. In my time zone it's now 24th January! Happy birthday to Dean! Also need to ask you peoples something,
Should I go back and the age gap between Cas, Gabe, Sam and Dean a little so then I could include Sabriel or not???
Either way thank you! And love you peoples!

Bryany xx