Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 42: Houston, We've Got A Problem

DEAN POV

Kitty and I were cuddling in the backseat of Baby, her on top of me resting her head on my chest. Honestly, that was the best sex I've ever had, and I've had a good share of it. She was amazing, even more so than she already is. Oh my God, I think I'm in love with this amazing woman.

"It's 2am and you're deciding you want to go on an adventure now?" I teased her. Her head popped up from my chest with that adventurous adorable smile on it.

"Aren't you feeling a little adventurous, Bean?"

Instead of answering, I only chuckled and laid my head back down on the leather seat. But Kitty didn't give up.

She suggested, "So, I found this waterfall..."

"Correction: we found a waterfall," I playfully corrected her after bringing my head back up to look at her face again. I started to play with her soft hair between my fingers.

"Well this is awkward... I thought I found it all by myself," she teased like a little toddler.

"I was literally right next to you the entire time."

"Hmm, yes. But the point is you didn't want to. So therefore, I found the waterfall and it's mine," she teased.

"Actually, technically it's ours since we both 'marked' it together. Remember?" I argued, remembering how we have sex under the stars.

"Okay, fine. It's," she quoted with her hands and mocked, " 'ours', but it's mostly mine."

I just chuckled to myself, since I knew Kitty wasn't going to let me win this argument, but inside I pretended like we both came to the conclusion that's it's equally ours. That way, we're both happy.

"So... can we go?" she ordered more than asked.

Right when I opened my lips to answer, my phone started to buzz on the floor. Catherine groaned, bringing a smile to my lips as I reached for my phone. When I looked at the screen, Cas was calling.

"Where the hell did you poof off to?" I started.

"Dean, where's Catherine? She's not answering her phone. Is she alright?"

What was with this dude? He's been acting weird with Catherine all week.

"Yeah, she's fine. She's right here, with me," I answered with a tone.

Catherine looked at me weird, wondering who it was. I whispered 'Cas' to her, and she seemed to look nervous. Why the hell was she getting nervous? And where the hell was Cas anyway?

"Where are you, Cas?"

"I...I don't know. There's a group of men illegally soliciting around a gas station drinking beverages in brown bags. I don't think that they are able to do that..."

"Cas, I can't go off that. Is there a street by the gas station?" By now, Catherine got the hint that we would have to go pick him up, so she got off of me to dress herself.

There was a moment of silence, and I was growing impatient.

"Why don't you just poof yourself to the bar by the bunker, for God's sake?"

"I...I can't, Dean."

"What do you mean you can't?!"

And with my outburst, Catherine's attention shot towards me with the outermost concern. You could tell she understood that he couldn't use his angel powers to do the simplest thing, and ­–being Kitty– she was definitely concerned for the angel. We both had he same question in mind: why the fuck couldn't he poof to the fucking goddamn bar? Of course, Catherine's version would be more innocent and would lack curse words, but you get the idea.