That's Impossible

Chapter 4

Dean flat out whines when Castiel is a literal inch away from him. Dean's entire body is on fire and he has never wanted anything more. Castiel smiles, but not a pretty smile that shows happiness. His smile was feral. He could have Dean if he wanted and they both knew it. Dean was so close to just toppling over the edge and giving in, but this was Cas. What if this went South? What if it ended badly and they were no longer friends? Dean couldn't lose Cas. He needed Cas. The angel was practically his best friend, and one of the only people he trusted with his life. Dean knew it was cowardly to not go for the 'something more' because he didn't want to lose what he had. 

What he had was pretty darn great. 

"Please," Dean whispered. Cas' breath hitched but he leaned in, and Dean's heart beat spiked, but he finished his sentence, "Don't." Hurt splashed across Cas' features. Dean didn't know angels could look sad; it was enough to make him cry...again. Why was he such a girl around Cas? Dean reached up and cupped Cas' cheek. Cas growled and threw Dean's hand away. Dean's eyebrows shot into his hairline. He didn't know if he should be scared or aroused, but it didn't matter because he was both. With that the angel left in a whoosh of feathers, and of course Sam decided to return just then. "Hey..." He looked around the room and asked with a smile, "Where's Cas?" Dean shrugged and turned around heading to a safe place which at the moment was the bathroom. "Hey," Sam grabbed Dean by his arm, "What is going on between you two?" When Dean just grunted Sam continued, "Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy." Sam patted Dean on the shoulder and turned to grab the Impala's keys. Sam effectively cut off any of Dean's argument with an explanation of why he was back so fast, "I was going to walk, but it started raining." Dean, grateful that Sam changed the subject, began "If I find a single scrat-" "Do you have to do the same spiel every time I try to drive?" Sam sighs, "I'm not a 15 year old going on a joy ride." Dean just huffs something about a warning, and Sam leaves.

"What am I going to do?" Dean asks himself out loud. He goes outside and doesn't care that it's raining. He needs fresh air, and he's hoping that'll clear his head. He spies an old picnic table under an even older tree and heads over to it. He sits on the table, and puts his feet on the bench. He huffs and looks up. The tree provides some shelter from the rain, but Dean was soaked because of the walk from the room to the tree.

Dean has his elbows propped on his knees and is staring at his entwinedhands when he hears the familiar sound of angel feathers. Dean almost yelled for Cas to leave him alone, but it didn't feel right. He could always tell when the angelwas near, or specifically when his angelwas near. Yeah, he's definitely mine, butnot in THAT kind of way or- Dean's thought is lost when he feels hands onhis jacket yanking him backward and off of the table. He's now laying on themuddy ground with dirt and grass all up his backside, and, yeah, he is mad."What the-" he looks at the anonymous figure and scrambles to his feet.He's then grabbed by the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled close to thestranger. "Have you seen his wings?" comes from gritted teeth. Dean's browfurrows as he questions, "Gabriel?"