Castiel looked around the room hurriedly, checking for anything he’d left behind. He was expecting Dean back at any moment. His feet moved faster, cleaning and cleaning, hoping with every fiber of his new humanity that he wouldn’t be caught. He’d just thrown the last bit of evidence into the trash…
You have chosen B, Excellent choice!
Dean moved closer, an innocent smile on his face but Castiel wasn’t fooled, he knew that he’d been caught. Damn his humanity and the ability to clean things with a single thought that he no longer possessed. As an Angel he could have sanitized the whole damn room in a split second, but now he’s nervously twitching hoping that Dean doesn’t find out his secret.
“Cas, what’s that?” Dean asked, it was clear he thought he deserved an explanation. While Castiel was inclined to agree, he still didn’t want to give one.
“Oh, that.. I cut myself.. chopping something, earlier..I ‘ll get it cleaned up right away, Dean. My apologies.” Castiel cursed himself for not having a more suave personality, and instead fumbling over his lies like a toddler.
Cas watched as Dean dipped his finger against the red liquid and brought it up to his mouth. Anxiety coursing through him like adrenaline after a hunt, or hunger in the morning.
“That’s not blood, Cas.” Dean said, his head hanging a little in disappointment.
“I understand that you’re concerned for me Dean, but as a human who can no longer "flit off” as you like to call it, I do still desire a small amount of privacy. This doesn’t concern you.“
"Dam right it concerns me, last time you were keeping secrets from me Cas, I had to watch your body burst into a million different pieces and spent the better part of a year ganking stuff in Purgatory just to get you back.” Dean’s arms moved stiffly to cross his chest, his face stubborn and his expression tired. It seemed that the man just would not cut himself a break despite the fact that Castiel was perfectly capable of taking care of himself for a few hours.
What does Castiel do next?
A.) Huff and leave the room, acting scorned that Dean would mention the past.
B.) Try to lie again, hoping this time the hunter would let it go.
C.) Tell the truth and ruin the surprise he’s been working on for months.
D.) Pray to any God who may be listening that Sam would interrupt them with details of a hunt, the job being the only thing that would distract Dean enough for him to make a break for it.
aimeezandersupertramp You’re Second..You have 24 hours to respond or your turn will be forfeited to the next person I choose! ❤ Enjoy!
D!You have chosen D, What does that say about you? That you make excellent decisions, occasionally, sometimes, regarding this.
Castiel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he spoke to his father in a way he hadn’t done since before Lucifer had popped out of his cage. If there was anything that could save him from this awkward moment it would be Sam Winchester, with a hunt..something to gain Dean’s focus long enough for him to rid the counter of the menacing stain and sneak back to his own private bedroom, his sanctuary, the one place that the hunter wouldn’t follow him.
He readied himself to stammer out his secret, figuring that anything that would or could help him, no longer cared. Thankfully, just as he began, he heard a shout from Sam calling out to his brother.
“Dean, pack your stuff.. Demonic omens lighting up the map over Ohio.” Castiel let out his breath, unsure that he’d held it for that long to begin with. Maybe there was something out there that was still looking out for him. He held Dean’s gaze, fighting back the urge to smile. He knew it would be like poking a caged bear, but he couldn’t help the small amount of satisfaction that he didn’t have to spill his secret. That coupled with the fact that he’d be alone in the bunker for a few days was all the time he would need.
“We’re not done here.. .you got that?” Dean barked, Castiel nodded politely on the outside, and danced happily on the inside.
“Understood Dean.”
The boys are going on a hunt, Dean should…
A.) Have car trouble thirty minutes from the bunker, forcing them both to hike back to base and surprise Castiel.
B.) Head to Ohio and gank some Demons.
C.) Call Charlie to keep an eye on Cas, poor guy just can’t take care of himself.
D.) Drag Castiel along with him, despite the fact that he’s not finished his training.
You are Third Tamara! Choose Wisely!
You have Chosen D, Good Job! Dean could kiss you for giving him the idea.
Dean packed his bag, the itch under his skin not settling despite the fact that he was looking forward to the hunt. Restless, and somewhat sleep deprived he made his way down the long hall stopping just outside of Castiel’s room. He knocked on the door, and waited for a response. He heard the sound of movement, but tried not to question it. At the very least, even Cas deserved privacy in his own damn room.
Finally the door opened timidly and Castiel gave him an expectant look, his arms drooping against his sides in a way that still made Dean uncomfortable. “Pack your shit, we head out in twenty.
Castiel looked at him, obviously confused by the sudden change of plans. “Dean, you said I couldn’t go on hunts with you until I finished my training.”
Dean smiled and gave a half cocked apologetic smirk before he continued. “Well Congratulations Cas, you just graduated from Winchester Hunting Academy, with free job placement services that just so happen to coincide with demonic activity in Southern Ohio.”
Castiel crossed his arms clearly pissed that Dean wouldn’t let him be alone to do whatever freaky crap Cas was doing behind his back. His mouth drawn tight, and brows dipped down in frustration. “Fine, I will meet you at the Impala in twenty minutes.”
Dean waited until he turned around to let his lips draw up in his usual cocky smile, his feet feeling just a little lighter that he’d now be able to keep an eye on Cas. The guy was ten kinds of crazy lately, and Dean just wanted to get to the bottom of it. Sam didn’t seem to notice anything different, anything unusual, but Dean could read Cas like a book and recently there’d been far too many blank pages.
They slip into the Impala and hit the road, stopping only twice for gas and food. Twelve hours later they finally reached Cincinnati, and although Dean was grateful for his baby, he really needed to stretch his legs. Sam quickly volunteered to check them in, probably because Castiel was still glaring at Dean from the backseat.
“I really don’t get you man, I thought you wanted to be a hunter. Hell, just a couple weeks ago you were begging me to bring you along. Now I say you’re ready, and all the sudden you’re pissed.” Dean stepped around to grab his bag from the trunk, pulling it over one shoulder and sliding Cas’ over the other.
“That’s just it DEAN, you tell me I’m not ready, until it’s convenient for you to drag me along so you can watch my every move. You don’t think I’m a qualified hunter, you don’t even think I can carry my own damn bag!” The fire of anger burning hotter in Castiel’s eyes than Dean had ever seen, except maybe that one time he almost said yes to Michael. He hated that Cas was picking up habits from him, stuff like a short temper and cursing, okay he was mildly impressed with the swearing. It wasn’t every day you heard an Angel say damn.
Things are getting fired up… Dean should ..
A.) Walk away, giving Cas the space he needs to calm down a little.
B.) Prod him into being even more angry.
C.) Apologize for being so protective.
zoewillowsmama You are Fourth, Choose Wisely ! You have twenty four hours to respond or your turn is forfeited to someone else.
You have chosen A: That’s probably best, wouldn’t want any secrets revealed in the heat of the moment.
Sam came out of the office, holding two sets of room keys. Dean’s mind started to blur a little when he realized he hadn’t thought through the sleeping arrangements. He couldn’t keep an eye on Cas if they were in different rooms, but he sure as hell couldn’t just “volunteer” to give Sam his own. Thankfully his brother was some sort of Oprah watching genius, who immediately picked up on what was going on.
“I think someone should probably stay with Cas tonight, on 3?” he said. Dean was grateful that Sam didn’t grill him about his intentions or whatever, instead giving him the chance to “lose” at rock, paper, scissors gracefully and bunk with the fallen angel like it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. He would have to do something nice for Sammy one day when they weren’t doing everything they could to survive.
Dean threw rock the first time, Sam winning with paper of course. Then they did it again for best two out of three and Dean threw scissors, as always, to which Sam countered with rock. It had become their routine, and they both knew Dean was losing on purpose. He gave his brother a small smile and a genuine look of appreciation before he turned to Cas and yelled. “Looks like I lost the toss up, guess we’re roomies tonight.”
Sam grabbed his brother’s arm quickly before Castiel got close enough to hear him. “Dude, you really should back off a little. I know you want to keep him safe, Dean, but you gotta understand he’s new to the whole human thing and he’s gotta deal with having you up his ass all the time. Can’t be easy.”
Dean stuttered a little, a slight blush when he thought of the other meaning his brother’s words could have held. “Yeah, no problem Sammy.. I’ll uh.. I’ll back off.”
He didn’t back off.. but what he did was call dibs on first shower so Cas could have a few minutes to himself. Dean let the lukewarm water from the hotel drip over him, making it even easier to miss the hot pressure of the bunker showers. He washed himself thoroughly, but quickly and stepped out. Drying himself off with a scratchy towel hanging on the rack and pulling it tight around his waist.
That was when Dean realized that he’d left his bag outside the bathroom. Normally, with Sam it was cool .. it wasn’t like they were harboring any kind of incestuous love pulses (sorry wincest shippers) so being half naked in front of his brother wasn’t that big of a deal. But Castiel, he uh.. he wasn’t sure that was such a great idea.
Uh oh.. Dean’s trapped .. what should he do?
A.) Hold on tight to the towel as he awkwardly fumbles out to get his bag.
B.) Ask Castiel politely to grab him something to throw on from it.
C.) Put on the boxers he’d taken off long enough to slip into their shared bedroom and pull out something for himself.
banana-luvr you are fifth! You have 24 hours to respond or your turn will be forfeited to the next person I choose! ❤ Enjoy
A
You chose A, Congratulations for tipping the scales of fate, and possibly gravity… who knows?
Not wanting to put on the stale underwear he’d been wrapped in for nearly two days Dean opted to take his chances with the towel. It wasn’t the biggest towel but his main bits were covered so for that he could be thankful. He would have just asked Cas for help, but the guy was probably still pissed.
He stepped out, the cool air from the room slapping against the still wet spots on his skin. Dean shivered as he hooked his head around to scope out the scene. Thankfully, Cas was turned toward the window and not facing him. He took a few timid steps slow, cautious, and as quietly as possible. He wasn’t even sure why he was sneaking around, Cas was bound to have heard the bathroom door open.
Finally, he realized he was just being stupid and walked normally over to his duffel. He lifted it up with ease and let it bounce against the creaky springs of the motel bed. His right hand clutched firmly around the thin cotton that was between Cas and his birthday suit, as he rifled through his things with the left.
He’d just managed to grab a fresh pair of boxers and a tee shirt when he heard the sound of glass breaking. His instincts kicked in and he grabbed at the 9 mil from the corner of his bag and half a second later was turned toward the door, both hands gripping the handle of his pistol.
It was when he felt the breeze in places where air shouldn’t be hitting directly, that he realized what had happened. Castiel stared, his eyes scraping over every inch of Dean’s skin with his mouth hanging open. Dean jerked his towel up from the floor and wrapped it around him, having seen the lamp busted on the table and putting two and two together, his naked ass blowing in the wind was not four.
He quickly grabbed his clothes and fled to the bathroom, unwilling to see that look on Cas’ face any longer. He dressed as fast as he could and then held tightly against the counter until he could settle the anxious energy bursting in packets of nerve endings all over his body. How was he ever going to face Cas again?
A.) He’ll politely give Cas the room, and bunk with Sam to avoid further humiliation for one night.
B.) He’ll walk out with a cocky smirk and a give em’ hell attitude, and handle it like he does everything else.
C.) He will just walk through the door climb into bed and pretend to be asleep until he actually is.
D.) He’ll hit the town and head to a bar, maybe a few shots will make things less awkward.
You’re the sixth person buritoofsadness, choose wisely.. You have 12 hours to respond or your turn is forfeited! Good luck.
B
You’ve chosen B, excellent choice. Afterall, Dean Winchester can fake his way through almost anything…. right?
Dean splashed some cool water on his face, mentally demanding that it get rid of the embarrassed blush that colored his cheeks. Thankfully, he didn’t think Cas had noticed, with those crazy blue eyes practically burnin’ a hole in a much more southern region of his body. “You’ve got this Winchester,” he tells himself as he dries it off again.
He took one more deep breath, before opening the door wide and stepping through. He wore a cocky grin, smiling wide as he spread himself out on top of his bed.
“See somethin’ you liked, Cas?” he asked, doing his best to drown out his embarrassment with false machismo. After the words left his mouth, he felt the familiar acidic taste in his throat. He swallowed it down and continued, the last thing he wanted to do was show weakness in front of the one who needed his protection the most.
Castiel was still sitting in the chair, off to the side of the room. His head buried in his hands, the familiar trenchcoat pulled around him like a damn security blanket. Dean would give anything to pop inside the guy’s head for a minute, but instead of just asking what was going on like a normal person, he found himself making yet another snide joke to deflect all the crazy thoughts runnin rampant in his mind. “Hey… my eyes are up here buddy.”
Cas felt the heat of blush on his face, he also knew that Dean was putting up his false pretenses so he wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness, unfortunately Castiel had no available masks to wear. He ignored Dean’s remark and instead picked his own bag up and carried it off to the bathroom. A simple “shower;” his only response.
Dean had to give the guy credit, it might have been rude as hell but he handled the situation like a pro. He slipped under the covers once he’d heard the shower kick on. His thoughts still swarming from what had happened and Castiel’s reaction. Possibly the fact that the man himself was only one thin wall away, naked, and wet crossed his mind as well.
He laid there quietly, his eyes closed tight until he heard the click of the bathroom door, and timid shy steps over to the other bed. He tried not to think about how Castiel didn’t even bother to say the usual “Goodnight, Dean.”
When they woke up the next morning the awkwardness had mostly passed, Dean no longer felt the need to compensate for his brief nudity and Castiel no longer held onto the resentment of being constantly watched. They grabbed a quick bite and some coffee at the diner down the street as they went over their strategy.
Several hours, and a surprisingly small amount of restroom breaks later, the boys sat outside a warehouse covered in demons. There were quite a few more than they expected, okay so maybe twice the amount but still.. they could take them out right?
A.) Call for backup (oh crap.. do they have backup?)
B.) Regroup, and make a new plan.
C.) Storm in, guns a blazing, all hands on deck… including Cas
D.) Insist that Cas stay in the Impala as Dean and Sam continue the family business as always.
E.) Maybe it’s time to retire… retirement sounds nice right? I hear Florida is nice this time of year.
fandomjunkie2004 you are seventh, Choose wisely. You have twelve hours to respond or your turn is forfeited onto the next player! Thank you and Good Luck!
D. 🙂
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