The Impossible Happy

A Rude Awakening

7 DAYS EARLIER...
The Angel, Castiel, was worried. He had done everything the brothers had asked of him, he had done everything right. But an overwhelming sense of self consciousness still weighed on him- why was Dean looking at him like that? Hadn't he done everything to their satisfaction? What could be the matter? Was Dean mad? Could he have hurt Dean in some way?

"Uh, Dean why are you looking at me like that?" Dean seemed startled back to reality. As if he could've been somewhere else, somewhere better.

"Wha-what Cas? What you talking about? I ain't lookin' at you. Must've just been...been day dreaming, I'm really tired, man." Dean flushed red and looked to the ground. The Angel cocked his head, succulent lips parted, trying to meet the gaze of Dean.

"I don't understand. Have I done something wrong?"

"Dammit Cas, no. You're fine. I'm gonna- I'm gonna go get a beer. You want?" He got up, tripping over the table in his flustered hurry.

"Dean I am a secular being I do not have need for-"

"'Alcoholic refreshments', yeah I remember." Dean spoke with exasperation.

"Then why did you ask? I-"

" I don't know Cas. Must've forgot" he seemed angry, but not necessarily at Castiel.

"But, Dean--"

Castiel looked up to find Dean had already left the rich gloom of the bunker. Leaving Castiel in strange silence.

What had just happened? The Angel decided he must've done something terribly wrong.

"Hey Cas, what's up" A warm tone sounded from that of Sam Winchester, the boy of the brawny group of men inhabiting the bunker.

"Is Dean upset with me?" Castiel casted his eyes up at Sam.

"Uh, no. Why would he be?" The boy tried his best not to laugh at the proposition.

"He was acting strange, and he was looking at me peculiarly. I think I've done something wrong."

Half way through the two sentences Castiel spoke, Sam became distracted by his phone, only partially hearing what the Angel had to say.

"Mm. Well, you'll figure it out"

Not even trying to hide his utter un-interest. He walked to a table opposite Castiel, consumed with whatever it was on the glowing screen.

"Looks like we've got a job up in Lincoln--where's Dean?"

Sam looked around at the realization that his brother was missing.

"He went to get a beer. Outside" Castiel spoke with certainty.

Sam raised his eyebrows in some form of perplexed understanding, and sat down with his laptop, beginning some quest through the Internet.

Cas fumbled with the now uncomfortable trench coat he wore and tried to focus on the book in front of him. The Angel just couldn't seem to get Dean Winchester out of his head.

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Dean had dropped his keys twice now, just on the way to the impala. 'What the fuck, Winchester? Pull it together'

but there was no pulling it together. Because 30 seconds ago he was staring at Cas, imagining being held up against a wall, soft lips connecting with hard passion, Castiel's low, radiating tone whispering dirty secrets in his ear, tension building.

Shit. Oh shit. What is this? Dean was a fan of human girls. Not socially awkward Angel dudes. Right? What is he even thinking? He's known Cas years, there's never been feelings like this. He must not be getting out enough. 'Damn, I need to get laid' the last thoughts he could muster before finally getting the door to the car opened. Wait-when had his hands started shaking?

The car door slammed shut, concealing Dean from the outside world. He sighed attempting to put his thoughts into order. He'd always known there's been something...off about his romantic satisfaction, but he had always chalked it up to high testosterone levels or something. But could it be..?

No. No. He's not into...dudes, he's strictly a titty man, always had been, always will be.

All at once, his mind began to drift to the Angels soft set face, the ice cold eyes, the raven hair sticking up in all the wrong places, and Cas never caring about it, and his mouth. Oh god, that mouth. The plush, voluptuous lips slightly agape in endearing confusion. Wait, what? No. Titties. Titties. Titties.

Dean sighed once more, and began driving. He willed himself to not think about anything but the road ahead of him. He turned on the old radio and let purple rain lull him into singularity with the open road. This was the only way to calm a Winchester, he decided (If we're excluding a cheap whiskey from the formula).

Dean Winchester drove and drove and drove, until he realized, he was no longer driving. But parked in front of Charlie Bradbury's place. 'What the fuck kinda Jedi mind control is this?' He got out of the car, anyways.

Charlie had been practically his best friend for years now, and was always one to count on. Dean took to the stairs, practically leaping over steps as if to prove some type of athletic, manly, superiority over them. He threw open Charlie's door, absentmindedly. He knew it'd be unlocked, as it always was, against Dean and Sam's constant nagging.

"Yo, Bradbury! I ju- AW MAN CHARLIE YOU SERIOUS"

"DEAN WHAT THE FUCK." Charlie sat up, attempting to cover herself.

Dean stumbled back, with a quick look of admiration before shutting his eyes "Uh, uhm. I- Uh- Ch-Charlie...we really, uh, really need to talk." Dean managed without laughing.

Charlie sighed.

"Can't it wait? Kinda in the middle of something here" she gestured to the girl beneath her.

"No." Dean was willing her to understand with the one word he spoke.

"I mean, are you sure. I'm in the middle of something REALLY important."

"Charlie. No. Please"

Sensing the urgency in Dean's demeanor she grudgingly crawled off her female counterpart.

"Sorry Esmerelda, we're going to have to have our little fiesta later." The beauty nodded silently, letting Charlie lead her to the door, dressing all the while. Dean, still standing in the doorway, eyes covered, was pushed by Charlie, jostling him out of the way.

"Call me, señorita" she said with a wink.

Dean heard the door close, and braced for impact.

"HEY DEAN, THERE'S THIS NEW TREND I LIKE TO CALL 'KNOCKING'?? I THINK YOU OUGHT TO TRY IT OUT SOME TIME. COULD HELP A BROTHER OUT, YOU KNOW? CALL BEFORE HAND, MAYBE? MAKE SURE IM NOT ABOUT TO GO 50 SHADES ON SOME CHICK? WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE DEAN? DONT YOU HAVE A WORLD TO SAVE OR AN APPOINTMENT WITH DEATH OR SOMETHING? HAVE YOU MADE IT YOUR GOAL TO COCK BLOCK ME EVERY FUCKING TIME? I COULD'VE SLEPT WITH A FAIRY IF IT WERENT FOR YOU. A MOTHERFUCKING FAIRY. AND NOW ESMERELDA? YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET THAT GIRL IN BED FOR MONTHS. ACTUAL MONTHS. WILL THIS BE A REPEATED EVENT? SHOULD WE START SCHEDULING THESE THINGS? I COULD GET MY SECR-"

"Charlie I think I might be gay"