Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Fifteen

~Castiel~

Dean didn't even look at me. He walked straight past me and out of the front door.

Without even thinking about it, I followed Dean outside and sat in the passenger side of the Impala. Dean was leaning against the steering wheel, looking frustrated.

"Dean, what happened?" I asked lightly.

"Lucifer's back, Cas", Dean hit his forehead against the wheel harshly before sitting up and facing me, "He's back and he's gonna mess up Sammy's head again just like he always does".

"Lucifer's back?" my expression turned serious, dreading everything that was going to take place. But I soon thought about it and my eyes lit up, "It may seem bad now but you and Sam always win against him. It will be okay".

"Yeah, we'll see", Dean muttered, his eyes flat.

"Dean?" I said his name hesitantly, "Do you remember yesterday? When we...when you hugged me. Well, we could do that again if it would make you feel better. I mean, only if you want to".

Dean looked at me with a sad look in his eyes.

"Cas, come here", he laughed slightly and pulled my arms into a comforting hug.

His arms were around my back and his head rested against my shoulder as I held him tightly.

"It's going to get better", I consoled him.

I felt Dean's arms tighten around me and, for some strange reason, it sent a shiver down my spine. Dean's face gradually moved from my shoulder to the side of my neck and I felt his nose press against my skin. He was watching me from the side so I angled my head to face him. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my mouth a few times and my gaze lowered. I had read about this sign. The internet said it was a sign that someone wanted to kiss you.

Did Dean want to kiss me?

Apparently, I had no time to think as he was advancing slightly closer towards my lips. Just as our lips barely touched, we were interrupted.

"Bloody hell, you two have gotten close".

Dean jumped back and I released the grip on his waist. We both darted our heads to look in the backseat of the car.

Crowley sat there with a sly smirk on his face. His eyes watched both of us suspiciously and knowingly.

"We weren't..." Dean started but soon gave up when he realised there was no way of getting out of this one.

"Whatever you say, lover boy", Crowley raised his eyebrows and was smiling giddily, "An angel and a hunter. It's an award-winning romance novel waiting to happen".

"What do you want, Crowley?" Dean snapped with a slight roll of his eyes but I could see the crimson blush on his cheeks.

"Actually I wanted to talk to this one", Crowley nodded towards me, "Private business, you know? But, don't worry, he's all yours afterwards. I'm sure you would love to have him to yourself and-"

"Crowley", Dean stopped him, "Just talk. I have to go out anyway".

Crowley and I both looked at Dean expectantly.

"Which requires my car", Dean nodded, looking between us both.

I didn't understand but Crowley was smirking.

"Get out!" Dean put it into easier words so Crowley and I left the car.

Crowley folded his arms and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Someone's really becoming part of the group, aren't they?" Crowley couldn't hide his smile.

"I'm sure you're not here to talk about that", I straight forwardly said with annoyance.

Crowley nodded and started talking about something to do with my lost angel grace. I was barely even listening.

I watched Dean start the Impala and, as he drove out of the driveway, he glanced at me worriedly.