Special Sauce (Destiel)

Chapter Twelve

His back cracked every time he stood up now. Well, you couldn't blame him. Dean rolled his shoulders and finally got out of bed. 

"Cas?" he called, and started as the angel appeared immediately. 
"I'm here, Dean," he assured. "Are you okay? You are not in labour, it is too early". The hunter rolled his eyes. 
"I'm fine, I'm just a bit thirsty". A glass of chilled water appeared in Castiel's hand, and he gave it to Dean. "I didn't mean-"
"Can I get you anything else?" he asked. Dean sighed and sipped his drink. 
"Well, since you asked, I'd like to see my fuckin' feet again sometime soon". Cas frowned at his language. 
"Dean, I'd prefer if you didn't swear in front of our fledglings".
"Chill, they're not even out yet," Dean brushed past him. He slowly walked away from his whining.
"They can still hear us," he insisted, following him to the main room. 

"You gotta follow me around?" Dean said, and Sam looked up. 
"Morning guys," he greeted. 
"Dean, I have told you that I'd take care of you," Cas reminded him, and Dean scoffed.
"Yeah, doesn't mean you have to act like a frigging butler," he retorted. "Even if you did knock me up". 
"Dean, you can't even put on your own shoes," Sam pointed out, gesturing to his brother's slippers. 
"My feet are cold, that's all," he lied, getting defensive. Sam breathed a laugh. "Whatever," he muttered. "What's the progress on the case?"

"I reckon it's a ghost, but Cas isn't sure," Sam said, dropping the subject. Dean looked at the angel. "All the signs are there, that would point it to a ghost, but there's some more".
"The witnesses said that they saw their friend hanged, drawn, and quartered," Castiel explained. "An ancient technique of torturous execution. It was a statutory penalty for treason, and began in the year 1352. The victim is hanged, but the roped is purposely too long. It's therefore not enough to kill them, but strangulates them to almost the point of death. They are then emasculated, disembowelled, beheaded, and their body is cut up into quarters". Dean looked sick, and Sam winced. 

"No need to elaborate, Cas," Dean reprimanded him. "Hanged, drawn and quartered. Got it," he coughed, and put a hand over his stomach. Sam pulled out a chair for him, and he sat gratefully. 
"I'm sorry, Dean," he apologised, and put a hand on his shoulder. 
"Yeah, alright," he said, shrugging him off, but giving him a smile. "Don't get sappy". He looked at Sam. "So what else?"
"We found ectoplasm," Sam started, and Dean shrugged. 
"So it is a ghost," he decided. 
"But we also found sulfur," Sam finished, and Dean's face fell. 
"Ecto and sulfur? Fuck," he said, and Cas frowned.
"Dean," he reminded him, and Dean rolled his eyes. 
"Fine, yes, language. I get it," he shook his head, and turned back to Sam. "You think the ghost and some demon are in cahoots? Never seen that before. Found any lore?"

Sam turned to his book. "It's happened once before. A ghost killing people, how they want, and the souls go to the demon. A win-win, I guess. The ghost gets it's weird revenge, and the demon gets the souls". 
"What does it say about stopping it?" Dean asked, and Sam sighed. 
"Nothing". Dean rubbed a hand over his face. 
"Alright. I'll hit the books, you go back to the sight and see what you can find, okay?" he said, and Sam nodded. He stood up, and reached for his jacket.

"I'll go with you, Sam," Cas said, and Dean frowned for half a second. 
"Okay, fine," Dean said. He reached into Cas' coat pocket, and pulled out his phone. "You make sure you have this on, got it?" Cas nodded, and put it back into his pocket. "You keep your ears on, too, promise?" 
"I promise, Dean," he pulled him forward before he could stop him and kissed him. It was only chaste, because he knew how he felt about that stuff in front of his brother. When Cas moved aside, Dean's face was red. He didn't look at Sam.
"You keep your phone on, too. Promise?" he said to him and Sam smirked. 
"I promise, but I'm not gonna kiss you," he laughed, and Dean rolled his eyes. 
"Shut up. Bitch".
"Jerk," Sam smiled, and they left.

A/N: Hey remember when I said I was back to normal updates but I fucking lied bc I have writer's block, yeah me too. 

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