the language of power (Destiel)

chapter1

Dean sat on a chair in the motel room. he was looking at the chair in front of him with a difficult look on his face. he didn't even notice that Sam came running in, knocking over a chair and landing flat on his face in front of Dean. Sam groand into the carpet, so Dean didn't really hear it. Sam slowly came to his feet and grabbed his nose, wich obviously was broken. Now Dean noticed him. "Hey sam. Found something yet?" Dean looked at Sam's bloody face and had to push back his laughter, but his eyes betrayed him. "It's not funny Dean!" I could've broken my nose!" Dean smirked and watched Sam with amusement. "I think it is indeed broken" He said. Sam rolled his eyes and sat down on a chair at the table. He grabbed his laptop and started internet explorer. He pulled up one eyebrow when the page of Busty Asian Beauties appeared on his screen. "Dean, let me guess. You have done your research?" Dean first looked confused Sam's way, but then he remembered. "Uh, yeah, you could say so...." Dean turned around and walked over to the bathroom. He took a glass of water and drank it. He made a happy noise and walked back to the small livingroom. He jumped on the bed and reached for the remote control. Just when was about to grab it it moved a few inches away. Dean was confused and tried to grab it once more. Then he finally felt the prescence of an angel. His expression changed to irritated and a bit amused. "Castiel, not funny." When nothing happened he sighed and rolled his eyes. He turned aroud on the bed and lay down for a bit. "So" Sam said. I guess we're dealing with a shapeshifter again. He said with a sigh. Dean was worried for a moment. He licked his lower bottom lip and started biting at it. "Don't do that Dean, it'll hurt if you continue" A voice said from behind him. Dean was so surprised that he almost fell of the bed, but a hand grabbed his jacket just in time. And there was Cas. Standing in his trenchcoat with his serious face. Dean wanted to be mad at him, but he couldn't. in stead he smiled at him. "hey Cas! and where have you been this month?!" Now dean was a little pissed off, because Cas had decided to stay away and not even answer their prayers. Dean was not amused by that. In fact, he couldn't stop thinking about all the dangers that Cas was exposed to. Ofcourse, he is an angel, but even angels make mistakes. Cas leaned forward so that their foreheads almost touched. Then he said "None of your bussiness." Dean was taken aback by this. And to be honest even a little bit hurt. Why wouldn't Cas tell them what was going on. Dean tried reading Cas, but he couldn't. The angels tood in front of him with a pokerface. Unable to be read. Dean sighed and faked a smie. Ofcourse Cas knew it was fake. In the mean time Sam had finally found something. "Come on you guys! We have to go. I know where that bloody little bastard is." The gleaming in his eyes told Dean that he wanted to get over with this and move on to his well deserved sleep. Dean got up and together they walked out the door. Sam locked the door Carefully and walked over to the 67 impala. Dean was behind the wheel and Cas stood outside waiting for him. Dean opened closed the door and started his baby. Sam sat in the chair next to dean and Cas was in the back. "Hey Cas, don't just appear somewhere it freaks me out." Dean said. Cas frowned. "then that is another reason to continue doing it." He said. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. Cas, who saw that in the mirror, just grinned and continued looking out the window. He saw the trees flashing by and was annoyed by the speed they were going at. "Can't you go faster?" Cas asked for the hundreth time."No Cas, this is a car. It has no angel mojo." Dean said sarcastically and pushed down the acceletaror. They drove on a country road. The stars shone bright and the moon was well visible. Cas sighed and looked dreamy at the stars. Dean looked in the rearview mirror at cas. he felt a sparke as he watched Cas looking at the stars with suh a dreamy face. he almost drifted of to the other side of the road, but Sam's screaming kept him from doing that. "JESUS! DEAN, YOU JERK!" As an automatic respond dean called him bitch and focussed on the road again. After a while they arrived at a cold, old house. Not like one in the horror movies, but even worse. They stepped out the car and grabbed the guns from te back. "Okay, Sam, you follow me and we go hunt this thing down. Cas, stay in the car until we are back." "But, that is so not fair! You never let me help!" Cas argued. Dean gave him a stern look and cas looked away. Sam and Dean walked off into the woods. "Is it really a good idea to leave Cas behind?" Sam asked Dean. "No ofcourse not. But i know him. He followed us. Right now he is behind that tree at the left side of the path watching us." Dean said with a grin. secretly Dean was happy that Cas would never to listen to either of them. It was kind of sweet. Dean focussed his mind on the job again as they came closer to the haunted house. Sam saw a figure moving behind the window. they immediately stopped walking, what caused cas, who was walking right behind them trying to be as quiet as possible, to bump into Dean's back. Dean cursed quietly and Cas mumbled an apology. Not sure how to act, because he was caught in the act. After a few seconds of being completely silent, they walked again. then, at the front door, appeared a silhouet what looked like a person. When the silhouet stepped into the moonlight, they all looked at each other in confusion. After that they all looked at Dean to make sure he was still with them, because in the frontdoor stood Dean Winchester.