Chapter 7 - Hard Times - Part 1
A week later ...
It was pouring rain and Dean stood within a dug grave. The glow of the burning corpse lit up his face.
, Faster Job, after this monster spirits, with Cas was here so easy. "
Dean sighed and got out of the hollow and began to fill them again.
, Cas ....'
He had reported no longer at Dean and this was now slowly worries.
, Oh come on, Cas is already clear, he is after all an angel and also ... '
Dean was interrupted by his cell phone.
"Yes, this is Dean Winchester."
"Dean, I'm Castiel ... we must meet. "
During the address durchgab Castiel, Dean grabbed his shovel and ran back to the Impala.
"Yes, that's like me around the corner, I'm in ten minutes."
Dean was waiting for a reply, but all he heard was a click and the following dial tone.
He put the shovel, and the gasoline in the trunk and drove off.
Dean was right on, got out and wanted to welcome Castiel, but he stopped himself in time to touch him and nodded to him instead, go ahead. .
, I should not make him heavier than it is '
A small soft treacherous little voice in it, however, echoed only:
, or me ...' As
Castiel Dean took a closer look, he saw that his coat was pretty damaged and the rest of his clothes were worn, as if he had fought his way through a dense jungle.
"Dean, we have a problem ... well, more me. "
" What's the matter? "
" The Angels ... They have located me and I can not even fly, much less use than other forces, without any signs another dozen of them after me. It probably seems like they wanted me off now final and by all means. "
" Damn! "
Dean was an empty can across the street.
have the "got to do anything more important? What about Lucifer? "
"Only Michael can stop Lucifer, and as long as you verweigerst him, they are at the point their hands tied."
"And what do you do now?"
"Now that I'm literally forced to walk only on earth, I can not continue my search for God. So I thought to myself that I'll help you find the Colt. "
Castiel's voice has been in the last sentence a bit more subdued and uncertain.
'crap, he seems to still feel uncomfortable about the matter.
And since he is not the only one ... '
Dean scratched his embarrassment at the back.
"Okay, I did anyway ne new track. Spring clean. "
Castiel looked skeptically on the roof of the Impala, then he bent down and inspected the door.
"Dean, how can I ...?"
Dean sighed, annoyed.
'Everything has to take the literal, which can still be what ...'
"Cas, you should enter! . They say the only way "
Castiel looked ashamed to the ground and said very softly:" Oh, of course ... Excuse me. "
Dean walked around the car and opened the door. Before he got in, it flashed several times violently about him, and the rain seemed to increase in intensity. But what Dean had to stop, was the brief moment when he saw the field lights. All blades were bent back as if something exploded in the middle. In the center were six figures. Although it was likely to see only a fraction of a second, the image was burned into Dean's retina. There were angels had been. All to be killed in a most brutal manner. Very few still had all their limbs, showed large flesh wounds and he believed lying around a few institutions to have seen. The shadow of her wings had burned to the ground. They were all off in a very unnatural angle, which suggested great suffering during her death.
'Holy shit what happened here? Was that Cas? No, that can not be ....'
The thunder roused him from his thoughts and he got in at last. Castiel seemed to have noticed anything. But throughout the journey into the next Town, they did not speak. Castiel looked out the window. Seemed lost in thought. Dean had even forgotten to turn on the radio because he was much more concerned, to say the goose bumps can not be that it had seized.
"I'm sorry sir, we currently have only a single, said the tremulous voice of the old lady.
"What? This may not be true! Are there other motels in this town? "
" No, we are the only one. "
" Great ... "Dean was about to leave when Castiel came to the reception.
"We take the room."
The motel proprietor looked at him with wide eyes. Then she smiled at once.
"Oh, I understand. Well then I wish you a good night. "
" Thank you, thank you ...", also Castiel replied kindly.
Dean did not know where the top and the bottom was.
'Will Cas kidding me here? Has told me about earlier on with me ... Other so cunning it is not ... right?. "
"Cas, no! We will not sleep here. "
" Dean is, but ok, I do not sleep anyway. "
The motel lady was now even with a slight blush and a uniquely mischievous grin on Dean to the key in her hand holding.
"You must not feel ashamed. We are here is very tolerant. "
" What, I-I, I, we, we are not gay. "
Dean was scarlet, waving his arms and stood nervously with something on lost items. Then Castiel hand around his shoulder and Dean joined the desperate eyes and prayed silently:
'No, no matter what he says he will not even make it worse. Please, let him not do worse ... '
"No, miss, you understand, I'm going to definitely do not sleep tonight."
"Of course not, and are for information, the rooms very well insulated so need They do not hold back to spare the neighbors that are not noticed. "
She winked at the two and Dean was ashamed something because he wondered if he was the little old lady with one hand, the air could turn, so they finally stopped the door.
"Dean, that's very good, think of our _Gast_ * * if we tie him up, he is determined not to be quiet."
Castiel said the word guest in particular and Dean winked while greatly exaggerated to .
, Oh God, of course, may Cas worse ... now he is still the old lady with BDSM. How can one who has ne idea of nothing, jump on every gay cliché? "
Dean was the despair, he wanted to start running, no matter how it looked, but Castiel held him quite a lot, so his attempt to escape rather bumpy failed.
"Well, well, shame young man you are not sure what you are. My grandson is gay himself. And with such a nice couple like you ... "She laughed
bold.
Dean just wanted to sink into the ground. He had gunshot wounds and broken bones had that were more pleasant than this situation.
"So Here are the keys ...." you gave Dean the keys. Dean already been shook with rage and there was not much steam to come out of his ears.
Then the old lady leaned over and whispered to Castiel: "... and the lube in the nightstand, which is on the house. "
Castiel thanked the old lady and let Dean finally break loose, which then stomped furiously to the room.
, rated not only the whisper, perverted old lady. "
Castiel and Dean was stopped when he saw his face.
"What?"
"Wa, wa, WHAT?"
Dean unlocked the door. Castiel looked inquiringly, almost pleading.
"Seriously Cas, hm why, I mean I've done to you what or why you want to embarrass myself here?"
Castiel frowned.
'Well have I done something wrong? I had extra careful to not say demon ....'
"The woman was very nice. I do not understand why you are so funny. "
Dean was still redder, twitching his left eye and a vein on his forehead throbbed powerfully.
"Seriously, you ask seriously what is with me?"
"Yes, weil. ..."
"Oh, y'know what, just forget it," Dean interrupted him.
He walked into the room, threw his bag on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
Castiel stood around a bit hesitant in the room. He looked around. Looked at the room.
'This looks just like the last motel room in which I was ... only the wallpaper is different. "
Castiel closed the door. Then he looked at the remote controls.
'It's really interesting to travel, so ...'
fell on him once the night table in the eye. Curious, he steered toward it.
, Come on, Dean reg, up to not like you at Sammy and there were dozens of times those mistakes and you've never been so tense about it.
Then he heard it again. A small little voice, which from its Mind seemed to come.
... yes, but I've never kissed Sammy, too. "
Dean rolled his eyes. Even conflicts were the last thing he could use now.
'It was just an accident ... a mishap. "
'Yeah, twice in a row ...'
"Okay, enough for today, I really need sleep," muttered Dean to himself
When Dean came out of the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bed Castiel and seemed to be preoccupied with something.
'Damn, I dropped everything here the full ... I have afterward kip but in the wet bed ... '
Dean was about Castiel around but he wanted to know what this was so fascinating. Curious, he looked over his shoulder groaned and rolled her eyes in exasperation
"CAS!" He wrenched the lubricant.
"... we are not sure do! "He put the lubricant from a safe distance.
Castiel stood up again and he had this expression on his face.
'Oh please, please do not ask me now, please! Just say good night! "
"Dean ...?"
Dean exhaled and closed his eyes as he hung his head slightly, he did exactly what it would come now.
"... Why do people need that?"
'Bingo! "
He looked at Castiel, looked into his blue eyes, his face, which was marked by childlike curiosity.
"So this is so ..."
Dean was here more than embarrassing. He scratched his neck nervously, as he always did when he felt unwell.
"... for some things people want, it popped. And some need this stuff, so you can only make a difference. "
Castiel face showed no understanding.
'Good, then it the hard way. "
"It is used for sex, so you rankommt in places that are otherwise too dry and it would hurt."
"Oh, and I understand ..." Cas nodded and Lae dashed.
"But why has the hotel lady then said that?"
Dean sighed and looked at Castiel embarrassed. This seemed to understand so slow, because a slight redness crept to his cheeks.
"Oh! She thought that we ... "Castiel looked embarrassed.
"Excuse me, Dean ... I, I did not know I had not thought of it. I'm sorry. I know but with so what is not. "
Castiel stood uncertainly before him. He could not look at Dean, he had disgraced him but so ... again. But Dean went from something entirely different.
'Damn, he is doing me any harm. All here ... it is so new to him. "
Suddenly the little voice came back and said he now clearly a different language.
'But why Cas looks so damn hot out if he is embarrassed ...?'
Dean did not know what hit him before he could shake off his thoughts, Dean's southern region spoke up. Because his blood ran strong in flushes, when he saw Castiel so lost in this room, so vulnerable and lonely.
'I wish I could help him. "
"Well, I think I'll go now, Dean, we'll see you tomorrow."
Castiel wanted to go, but suddenly here it with a very frightened expression holds. Dean was seriously on the spot.
"What? Will we be attacked? "
Cas did not reply. He just raised his hand, stretched his index finger warningly to the top.
Dean waited anxiously for what would come next. There was dead silence in the room. Dean tried to look around to spot the enemies, not to move. A few seconds passed and then ...
"HAAAATSCHIIEE !!!", Castiel sneezed suddenly and so loudly that Dean's heart almost stood still.
"What was that!" Croaked and Dean held still be ringing ear.
"I do not know? What was that? "
" You have never sneezed? "
Suddenly Dean Castiel on glassy eyes, and his breathing was remarkably short and shallow. Even before Dean could draw a conclusion, step-Cas past him and was unconscious, shortly before he reached the door. He just snapped, and remained lying on the floor.
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