Angel (Destiel)

Chapter 6

I wake up as I hear Sam's keys in the door.
"Dude, it's 1:00 am and you're asleep on the sofa, so I'm guessing nothing good happened with Castiel?" Sam drawls as he catches sight of me. I groan in response. "Want a beer and a chick flick moment?" He asks, mocking what I usually say to him. I nod gratefully and move up on the sofa. Sammy sits beside me and passes me a beer. It's ice cold against my warm, tired hands and I wince at the touch. Sam looks at me, expectantly.
"We got to know each other, fixed up the car and had a lotta beers. Then we almost kissed and just before we touched he said it was getting late. But it was half 9! Half friggin 9!" I complain.
"Look on the bright side; you almost kissed. You hadn't even spoke to him 4 days ago!" Sammy was always the optimist and I was always the pessimist but, as they say, opposites attract and Sam is my best friend.

The next day, at 10:00 am I call Cas. He answers on the second ring and speaks first,"Hello Dean,"
"Hiya Castiel. Are you still coming today?" I say awkwardly. I still feel tense from yesterday but he talks as though he's forgotten it.
"Of course, Dean. Why wouldn't I?"
"I, er," I stutter, "Well, yesterday?" I hope I haven't just reminded him and he'd forgotten. I gulp.
"Yes, that was a tad awkward wasn't it, Dean? Well, no matter. I shall explain it... sometime. I'll be over soon," Why can't he explain it now?
"Okay Cas. See ya then,"
"Dean, I am here," He states. He's here? As in at my house? Here here?
"What?" I mutter, confused, as I walk to the door. I open it. I can't say I've ever met someone so punctual in my life as Castiel Novak.
He's stood facing me, way too close for comfort and I clear my throat, "Cas, um, personal space?"
"Oh yes, of course," He murmurs, taking a step back. I realise we're still on the phone to each other, despite being ridiculously close, and I hang up. He copies me and makes his way inside.

"So Dean, I do apologise for yesterday," Cas blurts after an awkward silence. I'd been working on Baby since he got here, whilst he fiddled with various tools and made crappy conversation. "I did want to kiss you, I really did, but..."
"It's fine, Cas. I get if you don't like me it's..." I lie, without listening. Suddenly, his words come together and I look up at him, "Did you just say you wanted to kiss me?"
He nods, "Yes Dean. But I'm not too sure you want to kiss me,"
I laugh in disbelief, "I friggin want to, believe me, damn, I want to,"
"No, Dean, you shouldn't. I'm different. I'm not like the others," He looks down, "Would you like another beer?" And with that, he ducks his head down and hurries to the kitchen.
"Freak," I whisper under my breath.
"I heard that, Dean!" He shouts from in the house. But he can't have, it's impossible. His shout was muffled so how did he hear me whispering?

About an hour later, I'm almost finished on Baby and I ask Castiel to come over and help me. He complies and wanders to me. He bends over the open bonnet and begins to mess with the engine. I can't help myself but to glance at his ass as he leans over. It's a damn fine ass and I find myself smiling and nodding in approval. As Cas gets up, he hits his head, hard, on the top of the bonnet. He barely flinches, even though it should be pouring with blood.
"Um, Cas? You okay, buddy?" I ask. He nods and turns to me, just in time for me to catch sight of the wound closing itself up. What the hell? "Dude, your-your wound just healed itself?" I question, staring at the perfect skin where a huge gash had just been.
"Fast healing system?" Cas offers. I shake my head, he knows why that happened. And it's the same reason that he's so punctual, the same reason he won't kiss me and the same reason he can hear everything I say.

Later on, over a dinner of Winchester Whoppers and chips, I confront him, "Cas, I saw that wound earlier. What are you, Wolverine? Or that creepy dude off the vampire movies? Y'know, the one that watches the chick sleep?"
He sighs and mutters, "I knew this would happen,"
"Knew what would happen? Cas? What's going on?" I'm so confused. Castiel holds my hand from across the table and I melt into his touch, "I'm an angel of the Lord," He says plainly. I stare at him, waiting for laughter and a shout of 'You fell for it!' but it doesn't happen. He's tricking me. He's lying to me. He's trying to freak me out. This whole kissing me thing, crushing on me thing, it's a prank. Maybe it's some sick joke put together by Sam. I can't have this. I can't fall in love with a damn joke! I pull my hand from his.
"Get out," I say. Castiel stares at me, frightened. "I said, get out!" I begin to shout, "You're a damn joke. Get your ass off MY PROPERTY!" I throw an empty beer glass as him and it smashes on the wall behind, knocking down a framed picture of me, Sam and Dad at a football game. "GET OUT!" I yell. He leaves suddenly. Not out the door or anything, he just teleports out. "FREAK!" I scream. That's when I begin to cry and fetch myself way too much beer.