Cursed Intentions

Chapter 1

Picking his head up from the table, Castiel looks around for the vibrating sounds that fill the motel room. He scans the two men sleeping in the beds and tips his head when he notices that one of them is indeed, not asleep. "Dean, what are you doing?"

Sitting up at the sound of Castiel's gruff, raspy voice, Dean swallows hard and grabs a pillow from behind his head, throwing it over his groin. He coughs, rubbing his mouth before searching the room for Castiel. Their eyes meet as he shakes his head, "Cas, what the hell are you doing here?"

Castiel tips his head to the side, confused. "I've been here most of the night, and I'm here to help you with the job you and Sam are working. I heard that you might need some assistance... Did you not see me?" Castiel asks quizzically, his eyes still locked on Dean's as the bed continues to vibrate under the other man. He looks down at the bed, then back into the other man's eyes.

Dean's eyes shift between Castiel and Sam, seeing that Sam was still asleep. He relaxes slightly, hearing Sam snoring softly. Dean turns his attention back to Castiel and smiles weakly, sitting up a little more in the bed. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, clearing his throat. "Cas, it's just a small vamp nest. It's a milk run for us." He leans back against the headboard as he narrows his eyes at Castiel.

"I don't know, Dean. I feel something different with these vampires. I can't tell you what it is, but I'm worried for you, and Sam, of course." Castiel blushes a little at the intentional pause. "If something were to happen to you, or Sam, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So I've decided that I'm going with you." Castiel nods towards Dean, trying hard not to comment on the vibrating bed.

Dean nods, moving himself to the edge of the bed and, as if it read his thoughts, it shuts off. He stands up, stretching in an attempt to adjust himself quickly, hoping Castiel doesn't notice. He makes his way over to the small kitchenette. Dean takes a seat on one of the small chairs, leaning his elbows on the table. "I'm sure you have better things to be doing, right?"

"Better things than protecting you, Dean?" Castiel's eyes narrow on Dean, as he watches him move over to the kitchen. "Dean, are you okay? You're moving a little strangely." Castiel stares at the other man, noticing a sort of stiffness to his earlier movements. "Are you hurt, Dean?" Castiel finally asks, deep concern in his voice.

Dean chuckles softly, shaking his head and blinking a few times before looking back up at Castiel. "No, I'm not hurt... just a little... uh... stiff... from... sleeping," he coughs, rubbing the back of his neck as he feels a heat rise to his face. He glances to see if Sam is still sleeping and then shifts his attention to the light starting to come in through the windows.

"You keep looking back at Sam, is there something wrong with him? I think he will be asleep for another hour or so. If there is something you want to tell me about the job, I think it would be safe enough to share with me now," Castiel offers, raking a look over Dean's form, "also, if you need me to help you with that stiffness, I can heal you, Dean," the angel adds, standing as he crosses the room to meet Dean.

"No, Cas..." Dean laughs nervously. "It'll go away... soon enough," he shrugs and looks back to Castiel. "Sam's fine, too," Dean taps his thumb on the table. "There's not much going on with the case. We just got in about a day ago. These seem like your average vamps, Cas. So, what did you mean you felt something different with them?" He says, tilting his head to the side a bit.

"There seems to be a power around this group, something abnormally strong. Since the last time you and Sam ran into vampires, I don't want to take any chances. I can't lose you, Dean." Castiel stops, his words catch in his throat as he realizes what he just said. He looks to the ground, then back to Dean, his eyes a little wide, wondering if Dean understands. The angel secretly hopes it goes over the elder Winchester's head, like most everything else.