Falling in Flames

Chapter 9

"Castiel!" A voice yells at the entrance of the store.
Cas gestured the two brothers to hide behind something, and they do as they're told.
"Zachariah" says Cas, looking over to the man, and backing away.
"This is where you've been hiding?"
Castiel stays silent.
"Answer me!" Zachariah approaches Castiel and pushes him against the wall, holding him by his neck.
The ex-angel struggles to breathe, grabbing Zachariah's hands trying to remove them.
"Y-Yes" he says breathlessly.
He throws him onto the ground, punching him several times.
"You've went to hide with the Winchesters! When we've told you not to go near them!? And to think, you were an angel?!" He yelled, continuing to punch Castiel.
Dean peeked out from his hiding place to look at Cas. He saw his face begin to swell, and blood on his lips.
Zachariah pulled out his angel blade, holding Castiel by his collar with the other hand. "I've had enough of you, Castiel.." He raised his hand, and before he could insert the blade into his chest, Dean tackled him, causing the blade to fall onto the floor.
Cas dragged himself to the blade and picks it up.
"Sam.." He coughed up his name.
Sam looked at him and directly understood what he meant.
"Sure thing, Cas" he said as he ran over to Cas, picked up the angel blade, and ran over to Zachariah, who was currently fighting Dean. He tossed Dean the angel blade and went to help Cas up.
Dean flipped Zachariah onto his back, and sat on his chest.
"Dean Winchester.." Said Zachariah, grinning at him. "Always an ass, will never change"
Dean scoffed before piercing Zachariah's chest with the blade "And you.. Always a mountain of dicks" he mumbled.
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"Cas?" He shook the ex-angel repeatedly.
"He's not answering" said Sam, looking at Dean.
"No shit, Sherlock" he rolled his eyes.
"What did.." Sam paused, waiting for Dean to tell him his name.
"Zachariah"
"Yeah. What did Zachariah mean when he told Cas he should stay away from us?"
Dean shrugged, dabbing Castiel's cuts with alcohol. "I don't know.."
Suddenly, they heard a groan come out from Cas.
"He's waking up" said Dean. The worried expression faded away from his face. Sam ran to the kitchen to get him water.
"Where am I?" He groaned again. Dean frowned.
He lost his memory? That can't be. Dean thought. "In the bunker" he replied.
Cas sat up on the couch and looked around "Oh.." Sam came back with the cup of water and handed it to Cas, who drank it with one sip. "Thank you, Sam." Dean sighed with relief.
Cas sighed, looking at the two brothers, who were of course expecting an explanation.
"I am.." He said. Dean and Sam exchanged confused looks.
"You are what?" The brothers said at the same time, making them uncomfortable.
"An angel" he said, not looking at either of them. "Well, I used to be. That ended after the fall.."
"The fall?" Asked Dean, looking at Cas who was playing with his tie.
"The night where the angels fell."
Dean still looked confused.
"The night where you found me on the road"
Dean turned to his brother, shocked. Sam had the same expression on his face.
"So you're saying, the comets that night weren't actually comets?" He raised an eyebrow. Cas nodded in response.
"You weren't messing with me that night?" Cas shook his head.
Cas looked up at the Winchesters and sighed. "That's why I left" he said "The other angels were looking for me, and if they saw me with you two, they would've killed me...and you two"
"What did they say about us?" Asked Sam.
"Well, they didn't exactly say anything around me, but they just told me to stay away" Cas shrugged and Dean scoffed, folding his arms.
"Wow.." Dean went to grab a beer. He popped the cap open and plopped down onto the couch.
"Well, I better be going" Cas stood up and headed towards the door.
Sam grabbed him by his forearm, stopping him "No no. You're staying here." He said.
Cas furrowed his eyebrows and smiled "Really?" He asked.
"Yes" Dean replied while surfing the channels.
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"Wear this" Dean tossed Cas one of his pajamas.
"What is it?" Asked Cas, placing his arm in the leg hole of the pants.
Dean chuckled and shook his head "Its what you wear when you sleep"
"Oh" Cas removed his arm from the pants and sat down on the chair.
"Take off your clothes" said Dean, walking over to Cas.
Cas backed away to the corner, his face heating up "Excuse me?"
"So you can put on your pajamas" Dean replied "Come on Cas, we're both men." He helped Cas take off his trench coat.
Cas struggled to take off his shirt, getting tangled in it. Dean laughed and helped Cas take off his shirt.

*Dean's POV*

Oh wow...Look at that chest. I stare at his chest, with my mouth slightly opened.
"Dean?"
I get knocked out of my gaze when I hear the ex-angel call me.
"Right, right" I help him put on his shirt.
Cas cleared his throat before pulling down his pants.
"What?"
"Turn around, Dean"
I roll my eyes and turn to the wall. After a couple of minutes of listening to Cas stuggle to put on simple pants, I turn to look at him and smile "See now you can sleep more comfortably"
I walk him out of my room, to the living room. "You'll sleep on the couch" I say.
"Oh ok.." He says walking over to the couch, throwing himself onto it.

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*Narrator's POV*

Later that night, Castiel could barely move on the couch. He accidentally turned and fell off the couch. A muffled "ow" was heard.
He got up and slowly walked over to Dean's bedroom and opened the door.
He tiptoed to Dean's bed and sat on it.
The door creaked a bit because of the wind blowing against it.
Cas lied down on Dean's bed and fell asleep.

Dean rolled over to Cas, that the tip of their noses were touching.
He woke up to the loud snoring of Castiel.
"What the..!" He semi-yelled.
Cas slammed one of his arms on Dean and pulled him closer, unconsciously.
"If this becomes some sort of cuddle session.." Mumbled Dean.
He could feel Cas' warm breath on his face, sending shivers down his spine. He really didnt want to be attracted to him, but there was something about him that seemed irresistible. Maybe it was his hair? The way it was scruffy. Maybe it was his eyes? The way they were colored as blue as the sky. Maybe it was his smile? The way it lit up his day.
Eventually, Dean fell asleep, his face buried in Cas' chest.