Rock Salt And Feathers ~ Finding Home

Let Me Cut Your Cake With My Knife By Ru Salki99
Home ~ Finding Home
Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did, but I don't. Summary: Sam can't help but notice just how easily Castiel makes himself at home. Spoilers: Season 5 Episode 8
Sam didn't really know what he'd been expecting Castiel to do when they stepped out of the old warehouse, but climbing into the backseat of the Impala, lounging back against the leather like he belonged there was not what he'd been expecting. Dean didn't say anything though, didn't even acknowledge that there was just something a little strange about having an angel in their back seat, just drove away. He did however, look up into the rear view mirror a couple of times before talking to Castiel. "You sure you're okay?" He asked, "Your face looks kind of sore." "It's superficial," Castiel told him, "It will heal in time." "In time?" Dean asked, "What does that mean?" "My healing powers have diminished Dean, that includes healing my vessel at the speed I used to." Dean didn't answer him, just turned his attention back to the road, letting a silence fall over them. They decided not to go back to the motel, as Gabriel would know to look for them there, instead heading to the next town over, which just happened to be two hours away. "How did you find us anyway?" Dean finally asked Castiel after a half hour of silence. "You left your phone on," Castiel said as way of an explanation. "You traced our GPS?" Sam asked in surprise, "Where the hell did you learn to do something like that?" Castiel shrugged, a small smile evident on his lips, "I saw Dean do it many times," he said, "It was easier than I had thought it would be." Sam looked at Dean who just shrugged, "Man's a natural," he said with a smile. Shaking his head, Sam turned to look out the window and watched the scenery go by. Nothing much more was said after that, especially not after Dean put on some AC/DC, drowning out anything anyone would try to say. However, when Sam glanced behind him, he was a bit surprised to see Castiel, staring out the window, watching the way the sun had begun to dip behind the horizon, while mouthing the words to 'Let Me Put My Love Into You.' Just how much time had he been spending with Dean exactly? When Sam came out from the motel office with their room key, Dean and Castiel were standing next to the Impala, Castiel leaning casually on the drivers door while Dean stood in front of him, his hands either side of Castiel's face. "Dean, I'm fine," he heard Castiel say as he approached, his hand resting gently on top of Dean's wrist. "I know but..." Dean cut himself off as he noticed Sam standing next to them, "His nose is broken," he told him as he dropped his hands and took a step back. "It will heal," Castiel said, "And while it is uncomfortable, it is not painful." Sam looked back at Dean, "Man says it'll heal," he said as he grabbed his bag from the car and headed towards their room. Dean and Castiel followed close behind. When they got inside, Sam dumped his bag on the floor and slumped down onto the bed that he had claimed as his, while Dean shrugged off his jacket and sat down on his own bed. "Dean?" Castiel began. "What?" Dean asked as he turned to look at him, "Oh yeah, help yourself," he added as he gestured towards his bag. "Thank you," Castiel said as he went into the bag, pulled out a t-shirt, some sweats a towel and Dean's toiletry bag. Sam sat and watched in complete confusion as Castiel shrugged off his coat, stepped out of his shoes and disappeared with it all into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "Uh Dean?" Sam asked as Dean folded Castiel's coat neatly and placed it on a chair, the sound of the shower coming on, "What is Castiel doing?" Dean frowned at him, "He's showering," he said as if it was obvious. Sam frowned more, "Why?" "Said he hasn't showered since he started looking for us five days ago," Dean said with a shrug. "Okay," Sam nodded, "That would be expected if he was human, but hello! He's an angel, when did he start showering?" Dean looked up at him and blushed slightly, "While you were away," he said, before walking back over to his bed, "He doesn't need to shower, but he seems to enjoy them so..." he shrugged again. "Okay, sure," Sam nodded, "I'm gonna go get us something to eat... is he eating food too now?" "Yeah, get him a cheeseburger and some pie. Oh and the biggest bar of chocolate you can find." "Chocolate?" Sam asked. Dean smiled, "I never said I was a good influence on the guy," he said as he pulled out his phone to call Bobby, "Get some beer too will you?" "Yeah sure," Sam nodded as got up and headed out of the twilight zone. When Sam had come back from his trip, Castiel was sitting cross legged on Dean's bed, wearing Dean's sleep pants and t-shirt, reading something on Dean's laptop. "Your brother is in the bathroom," Castiel said not looking up. Sam nodded, "Okay," he said as he held out a bag to Castiel, "I got you some food." "Oh," Castiel said as he smiled up at him, "Thank you." Sam gave him a smile and sat down on his own bed, "So what you reading?" "News reports," Castiel told him before taking a huge bite out his burger. "Hey, foods here!" Dean said with a grin as he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. He threw himself down onto the bed next to Castiel ad leaned over him to get to his own burger, paying no mind to his personal space, which of course, made Sam look at him questioningly. "What?" Dean asked. "Nothing," Sam said, deciding that he was probably just imagining things. He was rather tired after all. Sitting back on his bed, he tucked into his food, while Dean kind of 'snuggled' up to Castiel and read the reports over his shoulder as they munched on their own food. He tried not to think about just how... normal it all seemed, like this was the way things were supposed to be, cause it had kind of come out of nowhere, but then, had it? Dean had always been close to the angel, and he had been separated from his brother for almost two months... a lot can happen in two months. He was broken out of his thoughts as the sound of muffled giggling reached his ears. Looking up he saw that Dean was in the middle of trying not to choke on his beer while Castiel had a huge grin on his face. "What's so funny?" Sam asked. "Oh just somethin Cas said... it, it's not actually that funny now that I think about it," Dean said sobering up slightly. "Right," Sam nodded, noticing that Castiel had leaned back down to look at the laptop, resting his chin in his hand to cover his mouth, however Sam could still see that he was smiling, which on it's own was enough to make Sam feel uncomfortable, "Well I'm gonna have a shower," he told them before quickly grabbing his stuff and locking himself in the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, he could hear both Dean and Castiel burst out laughing and for some reason, he felt a little jealous. I mean, he knew Dean was entitled to be friends with other people, but Dean was such a private person that it was just completely unexpected. He hadn't been prepared for it. Deciding not to let himself get too worked up about it, you know, it wasn't like Castiel was some kind of untrustworthy demon like some people he could mention, he turned on the shower and begun to get undressed. He took his time, letting the hot water soak into his tired muscles. Sure he and Dean had only been in TV Land for a day, but it was a long, long, day, with lots of running around and lots of bruising of certain body parts that he was sure would never function properly again. In fact, he was sure he was in there for about an hour if not more, something that Dean would probably comment on in the morning, but he was actually so tired now, that he was past caring. He hoped that Dean and Castiel had stopped their giggling, as he kind of wanted to just go to sleep. However, when he opened the door, steam billowing out in front of him, he was somewhat surprised to see Dean's half of the room in darkness, the only light coming from the bedside lamp next to his own bed. The light emanated a soft glow upon Dean's bed, and Sam couldn't help but frown slightly as he took in the sight of both Dean and Castiel under the covers. They were both facing the door, away from him, but Sam could clearly see that Dean had his arm wrapped round Castiel and was holding him tight against himself. Okay, there was definitely something going on here. And of course, he immediately began to think that it was that kind of goings on, which couldn't be true right? Dean, as open minded as he was, wasn't gay or bi. He would've told him by now if he was. No, he was probably just feeling over protective of Castiel since he was hurt and all. Climbing into bed, he turned out the light and lay on his back, staring up into the blackness before allowing sleep to overcome him. Four hours later though, and he slowly began to drift awake at the sound of hushed talking. At first, he wasn't sure where it was coming from, but the more and more he slipped into consciousness, the quicker he realised that it was Dean and Castiel talking. "So what, you never really got along?" Dean asked Castiel. "Gabriel, like most of the archangels, was what you would call a bully," Castiel answered. "Still is," Dean replied. Castiel sighed, "I think he's lonely," he told him, "Being so far away from home, from your family. It's not exactly fun." There was a silence for a moment and some rustling of sheets before Dean spoke again, "You're not away from home or your family Cas," he said, "Your home, is here, with me. And I'm your family." Castiel didn't reply to that, the silence of the motel room instead being filled with what was unmistakably the sound of kissing. "Now come on," Dean said after what felt like the most painful five minutes of Sam's life, "We should get some sleep. Gonna need our energy in the morning." "What for?" Castiel asked as the bed creaked slightly, probably Dean wrapping himself around Castiel again. "Cause Sam's likely gonna have a few questions to ask. And no, you're not flying away and leaving me to deal with it on my own." Castiel chuckled softly, "As if I would do such a thing." "Hey, do not make me spank you." "You keep threatening me with that Dean Winchester, and frankly I'm a little disappointed that you have yet to follow through. I would like to experience this spanking you speak of so often." "As soon as we have some privacy, I'm gonna make you regret you ever said that." There was soft laughter again, followed by more kissing sounds before both men finally said good night to each other, leaving Sam with nothing more to listen to but the thoughts in his head, which were currently shouting 'I fucking knew it' as loud as they could. Maybe he wouldn't ask Dean questions in the morning, maybe he'd leave it, make him squirm for a bit. Yeah, that's definitely what he'd do. And with that last mischievous thought, Sam fell asleep once more. THE END
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