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The Hunter and His Fallen Angel	By : HisAsgardianAngel Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After cleaning himself up, Dean walked back over to the bed and pushed Sam in the floor so he could cuddle up next to his angel. Sam glowered at Dean and grunted.
"What the hell man?" Dean shrugged as he pulled Castiel's sleeping body against his chest.
"You were in my spot." Sam stood up slowly and shook his head.
"Dean, what is going on between you two? This is weird." Dean pondered the question for a moment before answering.
"He's tired, I want to let him rest." Sam sighed heavily.
"That's not what I meant and you know it." Now it was Dean's turn to sigh and he looked contentedly at his brother.
"There is nothing to tell, Sammy. Cas and I had a bit of a chick-flick moment earlier tonight and then I told him some things I should have said to him a long time ago. No biggie, now let the man sleep, he's had a veeery long night." He said with a wink, burying his nose into the crook of Castiel's neck and closing his eyes. Defeated, Sam removed his shirt and began to saunter to the other bed in the motel room when he heard Dean mumble something in Cas's ear.
"You have no idea how much I love you." Sam looked at the two, Dean was running his fingers through Castiel's dark locks and Cas was sleeping with a large smile on his face. This made a tiny smile sneak onto Sam's lips and he chuckled gently.
"He finally learned to love…about time Jerk." He whispered fondly, climbing in to his own bed and drifting into sleep.
Dean woke up with the same warm body in his arms as when he'd fallen asleep, except now the angel was silently gazing at him. He gazed back into the sapphire eyes that only seemed meant for him and pecked his lovers lips softly.
"Good morning, Cas." He said lazily, touching his forehead against Castiel's.
"Good morning to you also, baby." Dean chuckled at Castiel's term of endearment.
"What made you decide to call me that?" Castiel smiled.
"You said yesterday that humans called the one they love that when they're in a relationship. I am not fully aware of what our relationship status is, but I would really like it if…I was your boyfriend." Dean was taken back, not at all expecting this from the holy man.
"Gee Cas…I don't know about that. I'm not the type to settle, I break hearts, it's the only thing I know how to do. Besides…no one should know about us." Castiel blinked a few times in confusion.
"Why?" Dean didn't really have an answer, biting his lip and looking away. Castiel looked extremely hurt, not that Dean could see it and he pulled out of the embrace. When Dean finally did look at Cas he wished he hadn't, his eyes were misted over.
"You're ashamed of me…" Dean's eyes widened in alarm.
"No, God Cas, what could I be ashamed of when you're perfect?" Understanding suddenly washed over Castiel's features.
"You're ashamed of yourself?" Dean didn't answer, just grumbled and got out of bed to find some scotch. It didn't take much for Castiel to get inside Dean's head, reading enough to confirm his theory.
"You've always been ashamed…and now that you have found someone who loves you, you feel like you don't deserve it." Dean's face turned red.
"Don't pick around in my head you dick!" He spat, flinching at the look of sadness that manifested in Castiel's eyes.
"I know your soul, Dean. I saw in to it the moment I pulled you from hell, the moment I left that mark. I know things about you that even you don't know yet and one of those things is that you are the settling type. You chose the one night stand life style because you didn't want to fall in love and put that person in harms way, it comes with the job. But Dean you have fallen in love…and that's okay, because I'm not a human. I'm an angel and it's unlikely that you're putting me in any real danger." He got up and walked to Dean, placing his hands on the side of his face and pulling him closer.
"Let me be your boyfriend, Dean. Let me love you. You deserve better than what life has thrown at you. We don't have to tell people if you don't want to." Dean swallowed hard and tried to rebuild his cockiness, failing and giving in to saying what he really felt.
"I do want to. I'm not going to hide what I feel for you from anyone, I care about you too much for that. I know I have a lot of growing to do as a person in order to make you happy Cas, but I can do that. I've loved you since the moment you laid your hand on me in hell. I felt our somehow pre-made bond immediately…and I still do. I'm kind of branded as yours." He laughed quietly, lifting up his shirt sleeve. Castiel beamed and pulled Dean in for a sloppy kiss. Dean pushed Cas on the bed, slipping his hand under his shirt and only stopping the rough kissing and groping at the sound of Sam returning from research. Sam groaned.
"Look, I know you guys have something going on but Jesus…"
"No, it's not like that at all Sammy, we…" It flew out before Dean could stop it, catching himself when he saw Castiel look dejectedly at the floor.
"I mean, it's not just some thing that we have going on. It's a lot more than that. Cas is…he's my…" Castiel's face suddenly lit up, over the moon that Dean seriously wasn't going to deny this.
"He's my Candy Maker." Castiel said seriously, causing Dean to blush violently and for Sam to double over in thunderous laughter.
"Damn it Cas! I'm trying to tell my brother that you're my boyfriend and you go and say something like that? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Castiel's eyes widened innocently.
"I learned that from the Pizza Man…you know, it's what we did in the elevator. Was that not something I should have told Sam?"
"I. Can't. Breathe." Sam wailed between laughs, earning a glare from his brother. Castiel once again looked at the floor.
"I'm sorry Dean…" Dean sighed and shook his head gently, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.
"It's okay, Cas, just remember to keep intimate details between us. Not everyone is as innocent as you are." He said with a gentle laugh, ruffling his boyfriend's raven colored hair. When Sam was finally able to breathe, he stood up and slapped Castiel's back.
"Welcome to the family, dude." As happy as the words made Castiel, Dean hit Sam hard in the back of the head, knowing he had just been cracking a joke. Sam grumbled and picked up his laptop, opening Safari to his last research session.
"What'd you find, Sammy?" Sam typed something in and then cleared his throat to speak.
"Well the locals told me this morning that the this isn't the first time this town has been rocked by paranormal activity. About thirty years ago five women had experienced hallucinations in which they thought they had seen Satan. After their familes had them institutionalized the women cried out in the middle of the night that they had been raped, but no one was in there. Within the next three weeks they all died, their eyes gorged out and 666 burned into their stomachs. Cause of death was determined as suicide." Both of Dean's eyebrows rose.
"How do you claw your own eyeballs out and burn a number into your flesh with no lighter, they don't let you have things like that in mental hospitals." Sam nodded.
"Exactly, you don't. A demon of some sorts obviously did this." Castiel decided to speak up.
"You think this is related to the call we got about the town pastor's daughter hearing what she described as satanic voices coming from her closet?" Sam nodded again.
"According to what I found online, all of the woman from thirty years ago were preacher's daughters who first started hearing or seeing things a few days before their wedding. The night they were supposed to get married was the night they were institutionalized. The preachers daughter in this town is engaged to be married this Sunday." Castiel's eyebrows furrowed.
"That's in three days." Dean grabbed his jacket with one hand and slipped his other hand into Castiel's.
"Sounds like we need to get our asses down to the Pastor's house ASAP."
Dean made Sam sit in the back seat on the way to their destination and happily held and caressed Castiel's hand the whole way there. The two would sneak little glances at each other every now and then, their eyes promising that they'd get some alone time later that night. Sam didn't really mind that Cas had stolen his place as shotgun, it made him happy to see the genuine affection radiating from his brother. Dean deserved to be happy.
When they pulled into the Pastor's driveway, Dean turned to look back at Sam.
"I have decided that I'm taking Cas out on an actual date tonight, so we won't be at the motel for a while after this hunt. You take the Impala with you, I can get to where I need to go without it, okay? I mean…if that's okay with you, Cas." He added, smiling at his angel tenderly. Castiel nodded eagerly.
"I would love to go out with you, Dean." Sam just shook his head with a chuckle and asked Castiel to let him out, the Impala only had two doors.
"Nothing's funny about that, bitch." Dean grumbled defensively as he walked around to get Castiel's door. Cas lifted the seat to help Sam out and Sam shot Dean a wolfish grin.
"It may not be funny, but it's cute, jerk." Dean ignored this and the trio walked up onto the porch, knocking hard on the door. A middle-aged man in long catholic robes answered the door.
"May we speak to you, Padre Zagan?" The pastor smiled and nodded.
"Please, call me Father Caleb, I dislike the formalities of being called by my last name." He welcomed the three men into his home and ushered them to sit on the couch with him.
"You dislike the formalities or you dislike the fact that your last name holds Satanic association with a winged bull demon from ancient Latin legends?" Sam elbowed Dean to shut him up and the Pastor gave them a tight-lipped smile.
"Our family has come from a long line of holy men, thank you. We all went by our first names to escape the horrible undertones our family name carries. According to our family tree, the first Zagan man was indeed a Satanist, and his son became a priest to lead his own family into the light. The men in this family have been preachers ever since. Given your very straightforward question I assume you're hear to talk about Delores?" All three men nodded simultaneously.
"Are you aware of the things that happened to Lucy Zagan thirty years ago? Along with four other women in the area?" Father Caleb sighed and shook his head.
"Lucy was my aunt, my father's younger sister. I was the one that found her…it was terrible. I was only twelve at the time. There are four other churches in this town since it's rather large. We couldn't believe there were other woman in the area with Lucy's sickness, some sort of mental disease we suppose. What does this have to do with Delores?" Sam stood up and flashed a fake ID.
"We are with the CDC, we just wanted to check on her. We were notified that she has been showing some of Lucy's symptoms." Father Caleb suddenly looked alarmed.
"I said it was a mental sickness, why would the CDC step in?" Dean placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"We've looked back into the case and we think it may actually be more of a physical ailment. We really need to see your daughter, just to be sure she's alright." The Pastor reluctantly nodded and pointed to the room that was his daughters. When they entered, they saw a petit blonde quietly brushing her hair. She turned to see who had entered and eerily stared directly into Castiel's eyes.
"Help me."
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