Supernaturally Natural

Chapter Four

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man

"So let me get this straight...the QoH is pregnant with baby Hell maggots?" Dean said, looking at Castiel.

"No, she's pregnant with a Prince or Princess of Hell." Cas replied. Dean shook his head. There was a slight knock at the door. Dean grabbed his gun and cocked it, walking towards the door. He looked through the peephole.

"What the hell?" Dean murmured. He opened the door. There stood a girl with black hair, which was about shoulder length, with brown eyes and tan skin.

"What's up?" Dean asked, his gun cocked behind the door.

"Hey, um, this is weird, but my car broke down and we have to get out of here. Do you have a phone I can use?" She asked.

"Yeah, uh, I'm Dean Winchester." His voice faltered.

"Lisa Braeden. My son's in the car, so the phone?" She raised an eyebrow. Dean coughed and handed her his phone. They stepped outside.

"So what's your son's name?" Dean asked, as if he didn't know. It pained him to have this conversation. With Lisa, a girl he had actually loved.

She dialed the number for a garage down the street and they told her they would be there soon. She handed Dean his phone back, giving him a weird look.

"Hey, have we met before?" She asked.

"No, I don't think so." Dean smiled.

She nodded. She thanked Dean and she left. Dean sighed, seeing Ben in the backseat.

He closed the door lightly.

"Hey Dean, me, Samantha and Castielle are going to book a room next door, okay?" Deanna said. Dean nodded. The three of the exited the room and Dean sank down onto his bed.

"You hungry?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.

"Very. A bacon cheeseburger."

"Okay."

"Don't forget the pie."

"When have I ever forgotten the pie?" Sam laughed grabbing his jacket.

"Get me some pie!" Dean shouted as Sam exited the room. "Love me some pie." Dean smiled.

Cas stood up against the wall. Dean looked up at him. Always staring, he realized. He also realized he wanted Cas. He needed him. Dean walked up to him.

They stood there for a minute and then Cas pressed his lips lightly onto Dean's. Dean kissed him back, putting one of his hands around his neck, Cas putting his arm around Dean's back.

Dean slid Cas's trench coat off, and Dean's leather jacket.

Their kiss deepened. Dean started to unbutton Cas's shirt and they fell onto Dean's bed.

About Half an Hour Later

Dean fallen asleep but angels have no need for sleep. Cas knew Sam would be back soon, the diner being only fifteen minutes away. Cas didn't want to leave, but this raw human emotion whirling inside of him didn't help him. He had never felt tired before, but now, he was tired.

He felt his eyelids get heavy, and he slept for the first time in years.

Sam walked back into the motel room and saw Cas and Dean laying together. Cas was the big spoon, Dean the little spoon. Sam smiled. He had known for a long time now what Cas and Dean felt for each other. He put the food on the table and left a note.

Dean and Cas

I see you two have finally admitted your emotions for each other, and I'm really happy. But next time you guys do it, please be dressed before I get back, just asking.

You two make a good couple. I guess that means Samantha just walked in on Deanna and Castielle. Weird thinking about that.

I'll be back later,

Sam.

And Sam left and went for a drive.

Back at the motel Castiel had awoken. He realized he was with Dean, he smiled. He climbed out of bed and put on his clothes.

He looked at the table and saw Sam's note and woke Dean.

"Huh, Cas where's Sam?" He mumbled sleepily.

"He went for a drive, but he brought you your food." Castiel replied.

He yawned, and Cas smiled.

"What I did..." Cas started. "That was correct?" Dean laughed.

"Very much so." Dean smiled.

A/N

Yes, I know, that last part was what happened between Cas/April. Thank Chuck she was a reaper so Destiel is still cannon in my heart (if you don't like Destiel don't read this, you douchenozzles).

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