Holy crap, sorry it's been hectic lately with finals and ballet practice, but I found some time to write. Oh and also, I might change some things that have happened in the series, I'll try to stick to it as close as possible, but this wasn't tightly based on the series plot to begin with, so if you don't mind then great. I actually wasn't even gonna go anywhere with this story, bc this is my first supernatural related thing, but people are liking it so I decided to continue, and i think I'll do a hetalia one next xx
Cas' P.O.V.
Dean. The name wrapped around my head, my inner thoughts completely invaded by the single word. What would it be like to shout that name out during an orgasm? Why does it seem so... familiar?
"Cas, you okay there?" My face flushed instantly as Sam's voice caught my attention and made me aware that I was staring at Dean like a kid stares in a candy store window. I hope(doubt) Dean didn't notice, that would just make our already weird sort-of-friendship slightly more awkward than it already was.
"Yea, I'm fine, just a little overwhelmed by everything that's happened tonight." Mostly the truth. I figured it would be better to leave the orgasm part out of that sentence. Sam cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes, signaling that something major was going to happen soon. In a voice hardly audible he said, "I called Gabriel... He's on his way..."
Dean's eyes shot up to meet Sam's, the green hues looking like deadly poison. "You what, Sam? You know how much that guy over-reacts! And, you know who's gonna take his shit and have him screaming in their face? Me! Sam! You're basically a married couple. I'm always the one who takes the punishment."
The taller man's cheeks had a red blush blooming among them as he responded to his brother. "W-we are not a married couple! Just because he thinks I'm more responsible doesn't mean I don't get punished just as much as you do, Dean!"
"Yea, punished in bed," Dean muttered silently, looking in the opposite direction before Sam could smack him on his handsome face. Sam looked like he was about to spit out a harsh comeback just as Gabriel pushed open the heavy black door. His shorter legs carrying him quickly over to Dean and grabbing Dean's shirt collar, lifting him off the ground ever so slightly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Dean?! " His eyes were menacing, blazing with absolute anger. If this is how it was for Dean, I sort of felt sorry for him. What did he do that was so awful? Well, besides killing that guy...
"What was I doing? I was saving Cas from that thing, that's what I was doing. Now put me down, you son of a bitch!" Gabriel let out a frustrated sigh before placing Dean firmly back on to the ground. The shorter man walked over to Sam and stepped into his arms while Dean adjusted his shirt. There was an awkward pause, or actually, there was really nothing to say. We all just stood there, Sam rubbing soothing patterns into Gabe's back just between his shoulder blades.
"Maybe Dean should walk me home." My mouth blurted out that sentence before my brain could fully register what I had said, and I quickly looked down at my feet to hide my blush.
"That's fine by me, what do you think Gabe? Sam?" Dean asked the other men. Sam nodded and gabriel sighed, his eyebrows pulling together.
"Fine, but keep the car ride PG, please."
Dean's eyes crinkled as he smiled and my heart melted, but before we walked out of the door, he called around to Gabriel and said "you guys keep it PG too."
He walked out chuckling and I followed him to a nice, slick black '67 Impala an supressed a whistle. This was a seriously nice ride. My face must've given away my thoughts as I clambered into the passenger side of the car, because he grinned and clapped me on my shoulder.
