The Unnamed Feeling (Destiel)

6. Morning Visit

"Shut the hell up!"

Dean screamed in frustration and threw his phone at the wall. The caller ID blinked with the name That Asshole Hunter.

Cas had been calling him for the past two hours, nonstop. Dean wanted to break his phone and sleep but he never shut his phone off in case of emergencies, so that wasn't an option. He had already tried covering his ears with his pillow, which proved to be completely useless.

As the grating noise of his ringtone fillefed the room again, Dean decided that Cas wasn't stopping so he might as well get up. He jumped up and grabbed the phone from the ground, clicking the green button to answer. There was a small pause before he was connected to Cas.

"What the hell, Castiel! It's not even four in the morning and you've been calling for hours!"

Cas sighed from the other end. "Yes, and I noticed you haven't been picking up."

"That's because I'm trying to sleep!"

"Hunters don't get sleep, Dean. Now come outside, it's time to train."

Dean leaned over to peek out the window in his room. There, in the middle of the street, stood Cas, staring into Dean's room. Dean scrunched up his nose, wondering how long he had been standing there. "Creep."

"Ok, sure, I'm the creep. At least I don't stare at girl's butts without any shame."

Dean rolled his eyes before becoming insecure about how little clothing he had on. He didn't want this guy to get to see him in his boxers. The curtains were quickly pulled shut as he scrambled to get dressed.

Dean's arm knocked against his wall as he pulled his shirt on. He wiggled into his jeans, still buttoning them as he pulled his shoes on. He looked in the mirror, ran his hand through his hair, and straightened out his shirt, before leaving through the front door.

Cas looked him up and down. "What took you so long."

Dean just avoided eye contact and walked over. Cas turned and started walking away, Dean following closely. The morning was cold and Dean couldn't help but wish he had brought a jacket.

"Don't look through my window like that, Cas. It's weird."

"Fine. Wake up and answers my calls next time."

Dean rolled his eyes. "So why did you wake me up so early. The sun's not even out and I'm tired."

"Well," Cas looked over at Dean, "hunters need to wake up early."

A sigh of annoyance hissed through Dean's teeth. "You better have a better reason than that."

"You're always such a tough guy," Cas rolled his eyes, "I don't have a better reason. If you want to be a hunter you need to be able to wake up at any time, immediately. Sorry I don't have a lesson plan."

"Can we at least go inside my house. It's freezing."

Cas shrugged, putting his hands inside his sweatshirt. Dean absentmindedly noted that it matched the blue in Cas' eyes before turning back to his house. The wind blew a bit harder and the temperature dropped a bit lower, making Cas turn around to follow Dean. Truth be told, he was absolutely freezing.

The door swung open as Dean and Cas stepped inside. Sam turned around as a guest of wind blew into the house. His hair was brown just like his brother's, but it was longer and pulled back behind his ears. He sipped from a plastic cup filled with what seemed to be green sludge. Dean wondered how he didn't see him before he left.

Dean bounced onto the black couch that sat in the corner of the room. "Whatcha drinking Sammie?"

"It's a kale smoothie, Dean. I told you to stop calling me Sammie. It's Sam."

Dean gagged, making Cas let out a small laugh.

"Who'd you let into our house this time, Dean? Is he the reason you're up so early?"

"It's Cas. I'd like to be asleep but he just couldn't let that happen." Cas sat down next to Dean, rolling his eyes.

Sam looked at Cas, giving him a once over. "That's Cas? I pictured him a lot smaller."

Cas glanced at Dean, wondering what he had told Sam about him. If Dean had told Sam anything about monsters, Cas swore he would kill him. "So is this your brother, Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes."Who else would be lounging in my house this early?"

"You could've just answered my question, Dean. I don't know what kind of strange men you're inviting into your house."

Sam smiled and Dean shook his head, wondering why he invited Cas into his house. He should've just ignored him and locked the doors.

Sam took another sip of his smoothie before turning to Cas. "My brother talks about you a lot."

"Sam!" Dean glared at Sam angrily, "Don't say it like that. I'm not gay!" Dean emphasized the last word in a way that made it clear how negatively he viewed it. Sam looked at him with a frown plastered across his face.

Dean sighed, "I didn't mean it like that, Sam. You know I'm fine with your decisions."

Sam shook his head and Cas raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected Sam to be into guys, especially with Dean's attitude towards homosexuality. He certainly wasn't going to complain about it, though.

Dean stared at Sam, regret covering his face. "I'm sorry, Sammie. I didn't mean to say it like that."

Sam rolled his eyes and stood up to go to his room. "Whatever, Dean," he said before retreating upstairs.

"How can you be so homophobic when your brother is gay?" Cas spoke lightly, not wanting to anger Dean.

Dean turned to him, "I'm not homophobic and Sam's not gay. He's bisexual."

"Dean, don't kid yourself. You're incredibly homophobic. We go to the same school, I know how many guys you've picked on for liking other guys."

Dean wanted to object, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to admit he was homophobic, but he had made fun of too many people for being gay to deny it. He chewed the inside of his cheek, knowing that the fact he felt bad didn't change that he was a bully.

"I didn't mean it." The look Dean gave Cas was one filled with regret, but Cas didn't care. Regret didn't change someone's actions.

"Sure you didn't. Even if you didn't mean it, it was enough to hurt a lot of those people." Cas stood, turning towards the door. "I think it's time I go. I wouldn't want you to catch the gay from being alone with a guy for too long."

As Cas left, Dean stared at the door, wondering when he had become such a bad person. His actions were bad enough to make his own brother disappointed and enough to make Cas visibly upset. He wondered why he couldn't just be good.

Oh my god, I'm so sorry that this chapter took so long! I've felt awful this entire week and I've had no motivation to write but I've decided that I've made you guys wait long enough. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it was so short!