A / N: Tara Benchley is the "actress from Season 2 with the Dean when he had what such a" super "was PA. That with the spirits of the film set. ;)
Chapter 9 - Hard Times - Part III
the evening ...
Dean came into the room. He was sweaty and his clothes had gotten some blood and dirt stains. Castiel looked briefly from the book.
"What happened?"
"demon found. He was the wrong thing. Is dead and I need urgently ne shower. "
Dean grabbed a few of his things and went to the bathroom. It fell on the pile of books on the bedside table. "Say, have you read about here?"
Castiel not stopped reading, but replied only: ". Yes, I have"
Dean raised his eyebrows, as always when he was annoyed by something and disappeared into the bathroom.
When Dean came back with fresh clothes in the room saw Castiel to move, his head was even redder than it already has, he just winked and pretended to read again.
"What is now again, Cas?"
Castiel jumped up frightened and closed the book. "Ni .. nothing is going on. Why?
"Because you looking at, as one would have caught up tension." Los Dean snorted and shook his head and went to bed.
"bands I would not call that, I mean, that's ... I want to say ... and this .. "
Dean approved a sip from his flask and Castiel looked at suspiciously. This gave Dean's view of the time.
"Will you tell me what, Cas?" Dean said a little louder now.
Cas looked embarrassed for her, as if something on the ground considered very interesting, would be uncomfortable and replied: "no."
"Come on, Cas. I know that expression from you. Comes only when you do not understand something. Need not to grace. Just ask me. "
Cas looked embarrassed to be affected. He summoned up his courage and asked straight out: "Does this really what you've done with Tara Benchley"
Dean was considered, but not on what could my Cas.
"Werd something more specific, Cas.
"Well, actually, writes Chuck always very visual, and this time, but that this position is possible ..."
Dean swallowed itself his hip flask and his half of the whiskey ran out of the nose. He coughed vigorously, and his head was as red as a signal light.
'At some point Chuck for those damn books lose again! " Dean stood up and reached for the book.
"I was not finished yet ... "
" Yes, are you now! "
'I can not believe it that Chuck actually written there, the pure added. Knows of no privacy for? "
"Dean, you wanted but that I ask you. Why are you angry now? "
, Yes why am I mad? It's just what Cas and it bothers me that he sees with whom and how I had sex? It should not bother me ... and it does not! "
sooner had Dean finished this thought he felt bad. It was not known. He was ashamed. Sun to face Cas. It ate him formally, and in his anger at Chuck, and this feeling himself, he crumpled up the book in his hand.
, Fuck! This may not be true! Why do I want to look good in front of Cas. That does not make sense ... '
"I'm weil. sour. because I ... I do. Oh, forget it, here, read on. "
Dean threw the book to Cas, which opened there, but Dean did not let out of sight.
"Are you sure, I mean I can make it even, but if that is unpleasant."
"What! No! Lies quietly. Why I should be uncomfortable. So you learn some tricks but still nen from me. "Dean's voice became higher and higher with every sentence and his arms waving wildly in the air. He took a Ceiling and threw it on the couch.
Castiel turned a page.
"Oh, but you needed the lubricant."
Dean would prefer sunk in the ground with shame. Cas that saw him so. As he was with Tara. And that's not enough, he had with her also done some nasty things he could think straight again.
'I should never give Cas this book. "
Dean wanted to sleep at last, but hesitated briefly and dug in his memoirs.
'If Cas is now on the site then come ....'
Dean went into his later thinking "adventure" through and made a decision.
'Okay, tomorrow morning I'll probably have to burn a few books. "
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On nÄ next Morning.
Dean just came back from a dinner. Heavily laden with a hearty breakfast.
Castiel had read through the whole night, Dean suggested. After all, he seemed most to need very little sleep and even less light to read. For he had already devoured almost every book and it remained only a few left.
'So much that I wanted to burn something ...'
'Cas So now knows pretty much my every thought of the last three years before I went to hell ...'
A shiver ran through Dean and he shook himself short because he was now more than unpleasant to be with Castiel in a room. Which more or less knew each of his dirty secrets and every bride that he had laid flat ... and those were few.
'Whether that changes his mind about me? "
Dean unpacked his food and was already starting to devour its part. Cas he would offer only a little when he condemned this book finally put aside. Dean smacked provoking with food and watched over Castiel, who was still sitting on the bed, absorbed in the book.
'Well certainly has not even notice that I'm back. "
Then Castiel hesitated briefly. Drew his face seemed troubled and the page to start over.
"Dean? Have you ever read these books? "
Castiel the book up into the air.
"No, why? I have lived it, why should I read them. My life is so great now either. "
" How long are you looking for now after the Colt, Dean? "
"Hm, no idea about maybe the past year. What are these questions? "
" I have found him. The Colt "
" What! "Dean jumped up from the table, ran to Castiel and reached for the book. The site was open still. In his excitement, Dean was too close to Castiel on the bed, without realizing it. He read through the lines. It was about Bela. The colt had never passed Lilith, but to the highest bidder. A demon named Crowley. A close confidant of Lilith. Dean had just grasped the meaning of the lines when he realized something else. He was incredibly close to Castiel. Could the scent of pure perception and his quiet breathing.
Dean's heart turned instantly into a higher gear, and a tingling sensation spread through his body like a swarm of butterflies. Dean thought it was a part, bear to sit next to Castiel, but there was other hand, a voice that whispered to him a different tune. to
'I do not enjoy it, be here? I wish I do not have to sit all day with him here ...?'
"Dean, there are only three lines. Were you always so slow in reading? Or you see some cryptic message in it? "
Castiel moved closer and touched lightly Deans back with his chest. He looked over his shoulder into it in the book. He touched briefly Dean's cheek. Her lips were only inches from each other away. Dean thought back to taste Castiel warm, soft lips, he closed his eyes just a reflex. During his conscience wrestled with his doubts.
'return from, Cas, or I do not forget. "
'Kiss him, Dean! Kiss him! "
Dean's arm jerked suddenly to Castiel and held him. Dean felt Castiel pulse. This was also far from calm. In one brief moment they looked into his eyes.
Green met blue.
Dean heard the ticking of the seconds hand. Castiel pulse became faster and faster and faster. His own heart beat him up to his neck. The tingling had increased tenfold from before.
'Only one Time .. '
"Cas
...?"" Hm? "
" You'd better not get so close. You are still contagious. "
Castiel sighed and moved with a slightly disappointed look.
Dean's pulse was still one hundred eighty. What he had just almost done again? Just what was going on with him?
'I almost Castiel with flying colors down by the neck ... again. "
"Okay, I'll be here," Dean raised his move up the book and stood up, say "Bobby. We have to make this daemon as soon as possible find. "
After Dean was at Bobby and a few words were changed, the Dean was already back to work. He researched until late at night and when he called it quits, he noted that Castiel was asleep. He was lying peacefully in the bed, the last book was opened, and was lying on his stomach.
'Well, at some point had to the fever all calling its toll. "
Dean got up and walked over to Castiel. He wrenched the book carefully and saw that he had arrived at the last page. Dean flew over the lines. They described in detail how he had died. All he had felt at that moment was captured on paper. For the entertainment of strangers.
'That's crap! "
Dean threw the book in the trash, turned off the light and lay down on the uncomfortable couch. Before he fell asleep, he took a few sips from his flask and allowed to contribute to the land of dreams.
But that was not for long, as the sofa unbearable with every passing second. It reached its peak when one of the springs broke away and left behind by the substance and thrust of Dean's back a large scar. Dean was startled and fell on the floor. "Ngha" Dean suppressed biting and screaming into the fist.
Castiel did not notice anything like this and just slept on calmly.
'You fucking lucky bastard! Ahh shit Man lying in my bed, for which I pay! In this case you should sleep but did not! "
Deans doubt it further nurtured: 'Yes, I was supposed to sleep there in it. "
'just will not do. I can not throw out any sick easily. "
'Who said something about a bouncer. "
'What shall I do with no guarantee Cas spoon! "
'The bed is still king, so why the fuss. A few hours to sleep on a real mattress ... that would be what again. "
Dean was too tired and too stressed out, not to follow this logic. He got up slowly and rubbing his still the aching back. Carefully in order not to wake Castiel.
'Do angels for a sound sleep? "
Dean went to the bed and slipped under the covers. After three nights on this rack, it was called Couch to float in the bed like on cloud nine. He slipped as far away as possible from Castiel and was dropped after a few moments already in a deep sleep.
Tbc ..
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