Cupid's a Lousy Shot -A Destiel Fanfic-

She's My Baby

I fell in love  with your lips
Not when they met mine
But as I stared at them
Overtime
They spoke
And  with every word
I sunk deeper
Under their spell.
xx

7 days is a long time, and longer when in wait of something that may or may not happen. He didn't know why, but Dean Winchester was fraught with the need to see those eyes again. They knew things beyond the human construct of time, they held a future, a pleading  message, a story begging to be read. Maybe they were actually the  ocean. A secluded, wondrous universe that ran deep. A scuba diver might just dive into them, seduced by the unknown and a driving sense of curiosity, maybe the word for them was mysterious.
Well, Dean called it friggin' annoying.

The phone rang at 4:07. The first ring left Dean undeterred in his ugly slumber, fading from existence as suddenly as it started.

The second ring breached his consciousness, shredding apart his dreams and jolting him with a grounding dose of reality. By the time the third ring sounded , he was already scrambling around in a sluggish yet desperate attempt to disarm the interruption. His dry mouth ran, stifling vexed grumbles and moans.

Ring

Ring

He flinched at the noise, rolling his weight to the side of the bed and jumping to his feet in a motion that left him dizzy.

Unknown caller.

Probably a marketer, Dean was fed up with those. He let out a growly sigh, throwing himself back onto the mattress which squeaked in objection.

Ring

Ring

He tried tuning it out, smothering his ears as he nuzzled his pillow fiercely.

Finally,  he gave in and  answered, ready to greet the caller with his sleepless wrath.

"Hello Dean." The voice sounded,  and the anger subsided as it tamed the waking beast. The pitch resonated unnaturally deeply, burrowing into his eardrums and causing him to shift in his spot. However, his drowsy mind was still registering it.

"It's Castiel, you gave me your number last week and...Well ."

"I know who you are." Dean murmured, words slurred, drunken with sleep. It sounded like Cas took a sharp breath on the other end before continuing.

"You sound...different...Are you ok?" Cas questioned, voice fraught with concern.

"Yeah, yeah just woke me up." Dean reassured with a soft chuckle, rubbing his face with his free hand and placing more energy into his voice.

"But...It's 4 in the afternoon?" Cas wondered, perplexed.

"Yup." Dean smirked and hoisted himself off the bed. Light cascaded through the curtains, irritating his retinas and causing him to squint defensively.

"I don't nap." Cas commented monotonously, "I sleep if I'm lucky." He added with a laugh through his nose that seemed to be more equivalent to expelling air. Silence evolved between their jumbled thoughts and absent words, but Dean didn't let it get to the point of awkward.

"The Garrison, 5 o'clock." Was all he offered before the line grew silent. After a moment, Dean checked to see if he was still on the other end,but the familiar voice rumbled in his ear.

"You're taking me to...a fortress?"

"What? No!" Dean clarified with a sense of urgency that scared away his sleepy trance.