Everybodys Gotta Learn SometimeDean was carrying the angel into the motel, his weight real and lighter than he'd expected but still too heavy. He dropped Cas onto one of the beds and he groaned and rolled onto his side. This wasn't right. Dean should be at the bars, hitting on ladies like it's the lottery, hoping to get lucky, not taking drunk little angels home as early as 11:30pm! This was something Sam should be doing, taking care of the little guy, not him!
Cas was starting to snore, and drool, which were not things angels did normally. Still, he was doing pretty well considering that this was his third day as a mortal. He'd spent yesterday in bed, still healing up a bit from what had happened in the warehouse and his exertion in fighting pestilence had ripped out some of his stitches, so today was his first day to really see what it was to be mortal. And he was drunk.
Dean patted his shoulder. Even though he was drunk and even though he was a dude, he looked kind of sweet like this, sleeping on his side, snorin
The Only Thing I KnowDean thought he would be done with the flashbacks within a few months, but still they were coming in his sleep, when he closed his eyes, when he was staring at the road for too long. He could still feel the weight of a razor in his hand and every time he had a one night stand he pictured his partner on his rack. He needed it to stop. He hadn't slept a single night all the way through since Cas pulled him out of Hell, he hadn't even gotten his usual three or four hours a night.
Sam was worried, as per always and Cas seemed to be hanging around a lot more often, but he wasn't mentioning it to them. Cas would want to remove the memories from his head and he hated it when the angel went digging around in there. Sam would only pressure him into talking about it like a seventeen year old girl. No, he was stronger than flashbacks, stronger than hell. He could, he would, get through this all on his own.
Or at least that's what he thought when he wasn't in the midst of one.
No One Said it Would be EasyRaphael. He, she, Dean didn't know the proper pronouns, was standing just a few feet away from him, back turned. How easy it would be, for him to just walk up and stab the junkless dick in the back and be done with it, if only he had an angel blade. Just one motion and it would all be over, the war in heaven, the excuse Cas was using to stay so far away. Dean knew why he was really hiding away. Dean had kissed him, he hadn't even thought about it, just closed a few small inches, and touched Cas's lips with his own. Cas said that he couldn't and then vanished, so Dan was pretty sure that Cas wasn't into it. Neither was Dean, it was just an accident, but still, he missed the little nerd being beside him.
"I brought you a gift." Raphael coolly said.
Dean shifted his weight, wishing he at least had some holy oil or something. "Oh?"
"You wish to see Castiel's true form, isn't that right?" Raphael finally turned to see him look at him. Dean suddenly felt small, so very small, beneath the pow