Tattoos: A Destiel HS AU

Chapter 8:

     Dean wakes up a few hours later, still cuddled up next to the sleeping angel. Sam and Bobby were going to get home any second now and Dean did not want either of them seeing him cuddled up against another man even though, he kind of enjoyed it. But he would never admit that to anybody. Ever.

     Dean tried to quickly, quietly get out of the bed without waking the angel. It was that moment when Castiel decided to wrap' his arm around Dean so that Dean could not move. Dean did not want to wake the sleeping angel. In fact, Dean didn't even know that angels slept. Until now. Dean tried to duck under Castiel's arm and shimmy out from under him but Castiel had a very strong grip. He wasn't going to let go.

     Fuck. How the hell do I get myself out of this???? Dean thought. 

     "So, the guy at the morgue said that the body had been dead for 3 days before anybody found it." Dean could hear Sam from outside the motel room. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Dean was freaking out. Sam then put the key into the door and turned it. Dean's face turned bright red. "HOLY HELL MAN. JUST LOOK AWAY NOTHING TO SEE HERE." 

     "WHAT THE HELL, DEAN!!!!" Sam screamed, waking up Castiel. "LOOK MAN, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK." Dean yelled, turning redder than ever. "WHAT SHOULD I THINK THEN?!?" Sam wondered. "I'M NOT. HE'S NOT. WE DIDN'T JUST." Dean stammers. Castiel looks around the room a few times then leaves in a flash. "DAMMIT, CAS." Dean shouts at the roof.

     "WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?!?" Bobby yells, running into the motel room. "Dean just had hot, steamy, gay sex with his angel friend." Sam explains. "IS THIS FUCKING TRUE?!?!" Bobby yells. "NO. ITS NOT. I CAN EXPLAIN." Dean stammers. 

     "You see, I just wanted some answers and the only way I could get them is by-" "Fucking your gay angel boyfriend." Sam interrupts. Dean gives Sam a look. "By talking to Castiel.  He said that everything that you guys are researching is wrong. Its Metatron that's behind all of this." "The transformer?" Sam asks. "No. The scribe of God. He said that Metatron took some of his grace and he wasn't feeling that good and he wanted me to lie down with him. I WAS GOING TO SAY NO BUT THEN HE GAVE ME THESE PUPPY DOG EYES AND COME ON, YOU CAN'T SAY NO TO PUPPY DOG EYES." Dean explains. "And that's when you guys screwed." Sam says. "WE DIDN'T SCREW, SAMMY. SHUT UP-" "ALRIGHT. Now. I don't care if Dean fucked the angel or not-" "He totally-" "I DID NOT, SAMMY SHUT -" 'HEY!!! I could not care any less about what happened before Sam and I  came-" "Oh, we're not the only ones who came" Sam interrupted, with a grin. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, SAM. WE DID NOT-" "OKAY!!! Next person to open their big mouth when it is not their turn to talk is going to...I can't think of anything now. BUT YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET IT." Bobby says.

     "Dean, what else did Castiel tell you?" Bobby calmly asks. "That was everything, really." Dean explains. "Is there anyway to summon him back here so I can find out more about Metatron?" Bobby asks. "I'll see what I can do." Dean says, heading out towards the balcony.

     "Dear Cas, can you please come down here? Please? Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I need you, buddy. Come down here, please." Dean waits a few more minutes. "Ah, forget it. you're not going to come." Dean says, turning around and heading back into the motel room.

      "Dean?"  Dean heard a familiar, soft voice from behind him. "Cas?" Dean said, turning back around to face the angel. "I came as quickly as I could, Dean" Castiel says with a sparkle in his eyes. "Glad you could make it, buddy. C'mon, Bobby has some questions about Metatron for you." Dean says. "Alright. I'm right behind you, Dean." Castiel says, limping, then falling over and landing in Dean's arms. "Woah. Cas. Are you okay?" Dean says, looking down into the angel's eyes. "Yeah. I'm fine, Dean. I just fought some Leviathans before I came here." Castiel says with a faint smile.  "Are you sure that you are okay because you have black...goo all over you?" Dean worries. "Leviathan blood."  Castiel corrects him. "Come inside and sit down.  The questions can wait." Dean tells the angel. "No. Dean. I must return to Heaven and report to-" "Return to Heaven? Oh, honey, you're not going anywhere in this shape." Dean retorts. "Dean, what about your family?" Castiel asks. "They are in better condition than you are." Dean says. "That's not what I meant." Castiel says. "OH! They think we had sex. That's all." Dean says. "They think we had intercourse?" Castiel asks. "Yes, they think we had intercourse. Come inside, you are looking worse every second." Dean says, chuckling.