My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

Familiar Face

Dean blinked at Cas like he'd just grown a second head, "I'm sorry, what?"

"It explains my disorientation," Cas turned to face the hunters.

"What do you mean 'not our world'? As in..."

"As in an alternate reality. Another universe."

Dean's jaw clenched.

"How's that possible?" Sam looked around for evidence that Cas was wrong. He pulled out his phone to see it still read 'out of service range'. Well that explained that.

"I'm not sure," Cas shook his head. He was just as stumped as the brothers.

"Great, wonderful, this just keeps getting better," Dean kicked at a rock, sending it soaring into the side of a car parked across the street.

"Oops," He muttered.

"Dean, now is not the time to act like a child throwing a tantrum," Cas snapped, facing the older Winchester.

"Excuse me?"

"Okay, what is with you two? You've been more on edge lately, both of you and frankly I'm getting tired of it. They had bigger things to worry about than Cas and Dean's marital problems.

"Nothing," The paired chimed in unison.

"Okay, look can you two put the squabbling aside for now, until we can get back to...our world," Just saying that made Sam falter. How could this even be possible?

"Sam is right...I'm sorry that I insinuated that you sleep around too much. What you do with your body is your business," Cas relented with a sigh.

"You still think I'm a slut though," Dean crossed his arms at the angel.

"I never said that, Dean. I simply said that you would never find happiness in the bed of others if you choose not to see them ever again," Cas snapped. His play nice attitude already gone.

"I am happy, who says I want to see them ever again? I like being single," Dean snapped back, his arms uncrossing as he took a hostile step towards the angel.

"Oh my god, is that really what this is about?" Sam was a patient person, it came with the territory of being Dean's brother, but even he had his limits, and this was it.

"Dean, Cas doesn't like you sleeping around because he wants you to be happy and everyone knows you sleep around because you're lonely. Cas, Dean is sensitive about his love life, why would you bring it up?"

"He tried getting me to hook up with some girl the other night," Cas frowned, his shoulder's stiffening.

Sam turned an accusing eye to Dean.

"He looked upset sitting alone at the bar," Dean gave an innocent shrug.

Sam took a deep breath. He was going to lose his shit. He so badly wanted to tell Dean Cas was upset because Dean was hooking up with random chicks instead of him, but he opted to just walk away. He didn't know where he was going and frankly, he didn't care, as long as it was away from the pining disaster that was Dean and Cas.
They'd been doing this same song and dance for five years now. Almost 6.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry, Cas. Can we just...move past this?"

"I think that's wise. I do believe if Sam were an angel, he would have smitted us just now," Cas looked over where Sam was steady walking away from them.

"Where's he going?" Dean threw his hands up.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Cas called after the youngest Winchester.

"If we're back in Kansas, I'm gonna go see if the British men of letters exist," Sam called over his shoulder.

As far as plans went it was a solid one. The likely hood that they would help hunter's was slim to none, but maybe it was abandoned like the one at home had been.

"Do you think we exist in this world?" Dean asked then, as he and Cas caught up with Sam.

"It's possible," Cas shrugged.

"Hey, sasquatch, I know you're angry walking, but do we have to walk all the way to the bunker? Can't we have Cas beam us there?"

"Dean," Cas huffed. He closed his eyes, willing himself to find the patience he needed.

"Right, not fully powered," Dean puffed trying not to roll his eyes. He wasn't quite used to that yet.

"How is it you're able to beam us once like every blue moon, shouldn't your wings prevent that?" Dean had wanted to ask but the fall was still too recent, Dean had been afraid to upset Cas.

A sullen expression came over the angel's face. "I can manipulate time and space to a degree but it's very taxing. I assumed we'd arrive at your car otherwise I would have taken us to the bunker."

Dean noted the way Cas' tone lilted, like he was telling a secret that he'd been keeping for far too long.

"Do you miss it?" Dean knew that was a stupid question but if Cas was anything like him, he wanted to talk about it, but not of his own accord. He would hold it in until someone prompted him.

"Very much," Cas kept his eyes straight ahead as he spoke.

"Does it help that you can bend time and space? It's kind of like flying right?"

"It seems similar to you because you are suddenly somewhere new, but for me, they are vastly different things, so no, it's nothing like flying."

Dean decided to drop the topic then. Cas' rigid shoulders told Dean that this was still a sensitive topic for the angel and this was something they should approach slowly.

The walk wasn't that far but it was further than Dean ever wanted to walk again. It took thirty minutes to finally get to where the bunker should be.

"Don't tell me..." Dean groaned to find a cute brick house with bright yellow shutters in place of where the bunker would have been.

Sam let out a tired huff. He had been really hoping that there would be something, if not someone, there.

Suddenly the familiar sound of wings whooshed behind them.

The brothers turned ready to fight, granted they had none of their gear as it was all in their world. All they had were their guns but those wouldn't do against an angel. Thankfully Cas had his angel blade at the ready.

"Cassie, I thought I sensed you ever so faintly. Huh, your grace... it's running a little low isn't it? You really weren't kidding when you said you needed a break. What are you doing in Kansas? Are you walking home? And what are you wearing?"

The familiar face gave them pause.

"Gabriel?" Cas spoke first.

"Uh, yeah, why are you acting like you've seen a ghost? How unwell are you?" The archangel asked, glancing at the Winchesters. "Oh, hellooo, and who might you be?"

"Friends," Dean managed to splutter.

"Well hello, friends." He turned his attention back to Cas. "You look worn, little bro, let's get you home," With a snap of his fingers the four of them were suddenly standing in what looked to be a cottage.

"There we go...hold on," Gabriel frowned lifting his head like a smell caught his attention.

"Gabriel, is that you?"

All heads turned to see another familiar face.

Dean's jaw dropped, "Cas?"

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