The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 7: Another job

This thinking about waking up to Cas in the shower crap really needs to stop. I like chicks, that's never been a question. But I guess, Castiel isn't strictly a dude... he's a celestial being. His vessel is just a dude. So technically I'm not suddenly into dudes. Just chicks, and maybe an angel. Ugh. This isn't clearing anything up for me. My dream last night definitely hadn't made it easier either... I relived what I could remember of it in my mind.

I was standing at the gun range behind Cas, showing him how to aim and shoot my favourite colt. My chest brushing against his back, my hands on his hips, letting him aim the gun himself. I told myself I was holding him to make sure his stance was correct, but I don't think that's the only reason. I could feel his hip bones jutting out underneath his white dress shirt. My fingers itched to pull the shirt up and feel the skin stretched over them. I took a shaky breath, tightening my grip on Cas. "Cas..." He turned to look at me with those wide blue eyes, his arms falling to his sides as he set my gun down on the bench. Keeping his eyes on mine, he silently turned in my grasp to face me. My hands slid down to his lower back, bunching his shirt up in my fists. His hands slowly reached up to my collar, pulling me closer. His eyes changed from soft, to hard and hungry as he looked at my lips. I watched as his tongue flicked out, wetting his lips before he bit down on them. Something stirred in the pit of my stomach at that, and I swallowed hard, letting out an involuntary moan. "Cas." He was yanking my face down towards his-

Cas's gasp had woken me before it went any further... but I was pretty sure I knew. Maybe Cas touching my soul had caused me have such a weird dream. No, he said he only came to my room because I had said his name... so I was obviously dreaming about him before he had touched me or my soul. Shit. I rolled my eyes at myself, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around my waist, making my way to my room to get dressed.

I pulled my clothes on, thinking to myself... this would be a long ass hunt if I couldn't concentrate. Having Cas there definitely wasn't going to help me concentrate. Great. I huffed as I shoved my clothes and favourite weapons into my green duffle bag. Let's get this over with.

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"Why are you in such a sour mood?" Sam shouted over the blaring rock music.

I glowered at him and snapped, "I didn't sleep well, okay."

Cas spoke up from the back, "Yes you did, Dean. You slept soundly all night."

Sam raised his eyebrows at me, trying to suppress his smile, but said nothing. I kept up my glare and turned back to the road.

"Shut it Cas," I said harshly. I looked at him in the rear view mirror and immediately regretted my words seeing the hurt in his eyes. He turned away from me and stared out the window. I sighed. Great, now I hurt his feelings. I frowned at myself and focused on the road ahead of me again.

The drive from Kansas to Connecticut was a long one. We stopped only for food and bathroom breaks, driving through the night to get there. I only let Sam drive for a few hours. When we wheeled into Torrington at around 3pm, we looked for the first motel we could find. Sam got out and went to get us a room, leaving Cas and I alone in the Impala. I heard a loud sigh from the backseat.

"Why did you yell at me Dean?" Cas asked me quietly, not meeting my eyes.

"I'm sorry Cas," I said gently. "I didn't mean to, I've just got a lot on my mind... I didn't mean to take that out on you."

Cas nodded, meeting my eyes in the mirror again. "What's bothering you? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

I felt my face flush as I quickly looked out the window. "Yeah, I know Cas. But this is something I have to sort out for myself, okay."

"Okay," he responded quietly, his eyes downcast.

I spotted Sam across the lot, waving us to our room. I parked the Impala out front and opened the door with a creak, Cas following suit. We went around to the trunk to grab the bags, slinging them over our shoulders. Sam unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed close behind, taking a big whiff.

"Ahh, I love the smell of mildew in the morning," I said with sarcasm. Sam and Cas both rolled their eyes at me.

I scanned the room, noting all of the exits immediately. This was a little bigger than we were used to, with two separate bedrooms, a double bed in each. There was a dingy bathroom with a small sink and shower, and one small counter with a college dorm microwave. I shrugged, not bad. I threw my bag on the floor in one of the rooms.

"You guys should get some sleep before we go out tonight," Cas stated.

I nodded, so did Sam. "Great idea Cas, I'm exhausted anyway!" I responded, stifling a yawn. I headed to the room with my bag in it, Cas trailing behind me and Sam taking the other room with a grin.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" I asked, addressing Cas. He stopped, tilting his head as he looked at me.

"I just thought..." he trailed off, casting his eyes to the floor. "Ijustthoughtyoumightwantmetosleepwithyouagain," he said all in one breath, still not meeting my eyes.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist, pulling him into the room behind me with an eye roll. I couldn't resist his sad puppy face. I shut the door, releasing him as I collapsed onto the bed, my eyes already sliding shut.

"Come here," I mumbled, patting the bed beside me with a sigh. When Cas didn't move, still looking at his feet, I sighed again. I reached out and wrapped my arm around his waist, dragging him down onto the bed. He let out a strangled whimper, but allowed me to pull. He laid with his back to my chest, my arm still wrapping his waist. "G'night Cas," I whispered, falling asleep instantly.

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I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder. I groaned and swatted at the culprit. I heard Sam as he chuckled, shaking me again. "Rise and shine, kids!"

My eyes shot open wide. I forgot Cas was laying with me, curled up against my chest. My arm was still thrown around his waist. Shit. I quickly sat up and away from Cas, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. Well this wasn't awkward. "Uhh, I was just... uhhh," I fumbled for the right words.

Cas sat up and said, "You slept well Dean, no dreams or nightmares this time." He gave me a small smile.

I glanced at Sam again, who was giggling like a school girl. "You must be a great cuddler, Cas," he snickered.

My face was getting hotter. Cas went to open his mouth but I cut him off, "Alright, that's enough. Out." I scowled at the two of them as I shooed them out the door and into the living room. Grabbing my weapons bag, I followed them out and slammed it on the table.

Sam suppressed a smile, quickly turning away from me. I glared at his back. "Can we focus please? What's the plan?" I snapped.

Cas and I sat down at the table, regarding Sam expectantly. He looked from one of us to the other, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Oh dear god. "SAMMY-" I started, raising my voice.

He threw up his hands in mock surrender, not saying whatever god awful thing he was thinking. Jackass. "Okay! Okay!" He said with a laugh. Cas just looked confused, unsurprising.

"Okay, the plan..." Sam started. He explained, in great detail *eye roll*, the plan for trapping our witch, without getting hexed ourselves. We all ensured that we had the protection bags in our pockets that I had made before we left the bunker. Sam had done research on the way here, discovering a connection between the three victims; their house cleaner. We were pretty sure this was the work of a trained witch, not a true one. That was a little bit of a relief, making things slightly less complicated.

"I really hope we don't have to kill this one... think she'll listen to reason?" I asked the room.

"Let's hope so," was all Sam said. We all glanced at each other solemnly.