Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 22: Domino

Dean whispered on the phone to Sam in the bedroom and Cas stood warily in the kitchen, watching Kevin eat at the table looking like he hadn't eaten in years. Cas folded his arms, surveying the ravenous beast who they'd gotten into the kitchen and fed as soon as possible, Dean distracting him with food while Cas sneakily cleaned up the rest of the evidence over by the sofa, being the lube and the condom and the condom wrapper, then went to change his shirt.

Dean emerged and took a stand next to Cas, taking hold of his arm and turning him so that they weren't facing Kevin and he leaned in to quiet murmur, resisting the urge to put his hand on Cas's lower back.

'Sam says his flight home's tomorrow evening, that was the cheapest one,' Dean informed Cas. 'He sent him with the hex bags so they wouldn't get lost or confiscated.'

'Aren't there still people hunting him?' Castiel asked worriedly.

'Yeah, but he's got a bag on him that'll hide him at least for a few days before it wears out. So basically all we have to do is tell him that ... I asked you to come on this case because the guy I was going to do it with dropped out, and I didn't tell Sam because ... that's your call.'

'Because I asked you not to,' Castiel decided. 'I was afraid that Sam might think I wasn't experienced enough for this case despite you thinking the opposite and I didn't want to cause a disagreement between the two of you.'

'Great, yeah,' Dean nodded confidently. 'We'll say that.'

'And one more thing.'

'Shoot.'

'Does he always eat like that or is there something wrong with him?'

Dean glanced back over his shoulder at Kevin wolfing down the second of the two turkey sandwiches Dean had given him. He turned back to Cas with a sigh.

'Yeah, he always eats like that.'

'He looks like you with pie.'

'I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.'

Dean turned around and clapped his hands together, walking evenly towards Kevin and Cas recognized a side of Dean he hadn't seen in a while, the more in-control and very definitive version he always was when dealing with other people.

'So, Kevin,' he said confidently, taking a seat across from him. 'I bet you're wondering what Cas is doing here instead of some hunter named J.'

'You guys are dating?' Kevin assumed.

'What? No, no, of course not,' Dean said loudly. 'Or at least not when we're not pretending to. No, see, J backed out last minute so I asked Cas and he didn't want me to tell Sam in case Sam thought he wasn't good enough at this hunting thing yet for this. Didn't want to cause conflicts.'

'I understand that,' Kevin said, nodding, his mouth full with his final bite. He swallowed hugely and took a gulp of Pepsi. 'It's annoying when you and Sam fight. Soo ... were you guys talking about me just now?'

'What? No, no,' Dean assured. 'Well, a little. Cas was just worried you were starving to death or something. Sure you don't want to eat the plate there?'

'I considered it,' said Kevin, leaning back in in his chair, satisfied and full. 'So do you guys sleep in the same bed here?'

'Sofa bed,' Dean said, pointing. 'You can take that tonight. I'll take the bedroom and Cas can sleep in the tub.'

'You can sleep in the tub,' Castiel said pointedly, walking forward and standing above Dean. 'You told me I wouldn't be sleeping in weird places any more, remember? Or whatever your exact phrasing was. It was a month ago so I don't remember.'