Picking up the pieces of Dean Winchester

Chapter Four~ Whats going to happen now?

Castiels POV

The morning air blew through an open window. I was in Dean's room again. The birds were chirping a song, and the motel was silent. I sat up looking around the room. There was a note on the side table next to me, it was from Dean.

Dear Cas,

Hey, I didn't want to wake you. You fell asleep on the couch last night and I carried you to bed. I will be home soon. I ran out to get you some breakfast and some clothes.

P.s. Check the windowsill.

Dean Winchester

I folded the paper and put it in my back pocket, there was a small rose on the windowsill Dean had mentioned. A warm blush creped up on my cheeks. It was so different being treated nicely. A feeling I haven't really ever experienced, care. Dean cared, and you could tell by how he took me into his home and picked me up when I was bloodied and beaten on a cold tile hallway. I barely knew him and I could tell that he was the type of guy that would give you the clothes from his back.

And for some reason, I felt a close drawl to him. Almost as if we were tied together with a rope. And I was scared, scared to loose that little glimmer of care that I had received.

Deans POV

(Back to the night before)

I woke up to the little sound of static emanating from the TV set. The clock was ticking, and it was almost midnight. Castiel was curled up on my shoulder. His raven locks framing his face. I moved them behind his ear. "Hey. Cas?" I whispered, and he didn't respond. He was fast asleep.

A feeling of protectiveness flushed over me, almost as if I had little voices telling me to keep him safe. I picked him up in my arm gently. He clung to my shoulder and nestled in the crook of my arm. I tucked him into the covers on the old musty hotel bed. Pulling the covers up to his chin to make sure he was warm. He was absolutely beautiful. His ivory skin was flawless, not an imperfection on it. He was lanky, sure, but he was such a little gem. I felt a need to rescue him. Almost as if I needed him just as much as he needed me. To halves to a whole, or to sides of the same coin.

I left a small kiss on his forehead, and climbed into the bed across the room. "Night Cas." I mumbled under my breath.

( This morning )

Rays of sunlight shone in my eyes. "Gah!" I've never been much of a morning person. The first thing that entered my vision was Cas. He was still sound asleep. There wasn't much food in the fridge last night, and I didn't have a lot of clothes. The floor was cold on my bare feet yet the motel was perfectly warm, almost too warm.

I opened the small window next to the bed Cas was in. A small journal was on Sam's endtable, I tore a sheet of it out and scribbled a haste note on it and placing it on the table next to Cas, along with a rose that I found in a vase the hotel management must have put in the kitchen. "Stay safe." I whispered before shutting the door to the small room.

The market was about a block away and I could easily walk. Grabbing my signature leather jacket I slipped out the front and locked the door.

Castiels POV

Dean had been gone for about an hour since I woke up. I looked around for a little while, trying to familiarize the motel. It was well kept and looked homey. As it being almost Christmas, there was a little tree in a white bucket. It was decorated with the car fragrants that you would hang on your mirror.  None the less it was unusual but it gave off a feeling of comfort and I liked it.

There was a sliding glass door that held a little porch behind it. Luckily there was a key on a hook to unlock it. The air was so fresh, and it seemed as if the world was still and I was the only one in it. But the feeling didn't last long until a ping in my chest reminded me of my other life. The dark life that followed me wherever I went. What would my mother do? Is she even looking for me? Can I ever go back? But the question that really haunted me was, when am I going back? My head was whirling in millions of directions and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

~30 Minutes Later~

A car engine rolled over in the motel parking lot. I was on the couch with my head in my hands, trying to fight off a horrible head ache. The doors lock turned and Dean walked in with small shopping bags and a backpack around his shoulders. He walked past me and smiled going into the kitchen. "Hey. How are you?" His voice was soothing and made me forget about my headache.

I nodded and watched him unpack the bags he had with him. "Ill take that as a yes," Dean laughed. He turned around towards me. "You don't talk much do you?" He grinned and cocked his head a little to the left. He was right, I never did talk much. Probably because I had no one to talk to. And its not much fun talking to yourself. I nodded again shyly. Blush all over my cheeks.

Deans POV

Cas wasn't talking much. But I could feel his gaze all over, and I knew he was a bit timid even though I had no clue of his past. I could just tell by how he walked and how when I came near him he seemed afraid. He was almost like a fawn who just got lost in the dark woods and didn't know who he could trust. I handed him a plate with some chips and a sandwich. "Here, eat." His hands were shaking as he took the plate. "You okay?" I asked, sitting next to him. He nodded again. "You know its okay, im not going to hurt you." I lowered my voice. His eyes were locked in with mine. He was afraid. And I could see it all in those eyes. They held secrets and pain. So blue, so cold. "I know." He breathed, looking down. This is going to be a challenge, because now I need him to trust me.

~Later in the night~

Cas was in my room, probably reading. The whole motel was silent. I hesitated outside of the door. For the first time in awhile I was anxious. Probably because I feel like I need to impress him. "Hey, I just wanted to give you some new clothes." I set the pile on the dresser and turned towards him. "Thank you, Dean." He bowed his head and smiled. "Do you need anything?" I asked. He was clutching his stomach. I remembered how bad it looked yesterday. "How are you?" I asked again. He wasn't answering. I sighed and walked out of the room. What can I do? How do you make someone trust you?

Castiels POV

He was asking questions, and I couldn't answer them. I was afraid honestly. But I wasn't afraid of him, it was my past that had me by the throat. A dark cloud constantly hovering over me. "How are you" He asked. I could tell by the sound in his voice that he was annoyed by my silence. I looked down at the ground. Finally he waked out of the room, head in his hands. It wasn't easy trusting someone. But I knew I had to trust him. I had to.

I had two choices, stay or leave. To leave would be the easy route. But to stay would take time. I would have to tell him. I would have to let my past pour onto him. And I didn't want that. But I did want to know him. I wanted to know Dean Winchester. But did Dean Winchester want to know me?

It took me a total of two and a half minutes to choose. And every second counted...

I chose Dean.

But the question now was, what the hell is going to happen now?

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