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Wayword Sons	By : Looking_Glass Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I claim ownership to Dean and Castiel. I am not, in any way, profiting off of this. Any similarity to real people or situations, while awesome, is purely coincidental.

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Dean asked Castiel if he wouldn't mind stopping at his place first so he could change. He thanked god and Moses and whoever else that he had cleaned the place up the night before. Cas followed him down the road to the tiny, ramshackle motel, that Dean had never noticed was quite so tiny and ramshackle until now. Castiel stepped out of his Prius, and Dean suddenly got very nervous. He had never exactly been embarrassed of his home, but as he unlocked the door and led Cas inside, he felt his cheeks warming uncomfortably. He realized too late that Castiel had probably grown up in a very big house, since he had such a large family, and judging by the way he dressed and the car he drove, his family was probably wealthy. He stopped in the doorway, blocking Castiel's view, and held out his hand to keep the man from entering any further.
"Listen, Cas. I don't make a lot at the shop, you know? And it's just me here, so. You know. It's not much."
Castiel adopted his signature brow-furrow and shook his head. "Dean," he began, but Dean cut him off. "Just. Just don't judge me." He turned and stepped aside, allowing Castiel to pass. "I'll be right out," Dean said, grabbing a button-up shirt and his only nice pair of jeans and shutting himself in the bathroom. He dropped his clothes on the ground and grabbed the sides of the sink, looking into the mirror. He was greasy and sweaty from work, but he didn't want to leave Castiel alone in his dingy room too long. He popped his head out the door and looked around. Castiel was still standing awkwardly by the front door.
"Make yourself at home, buddy," Dean said. You can turn on the TV, if you want. Sit there. I'll be out in a minute, I'm just gonna take a quick shower." He didn't wait for a response before he shut the door and stripped off his clothes. A few minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stood in front of the mirror again. Turning from side to side, he decided that he looked fantastic. He shot himself a finger-point and wink and got dressed.
Castiel was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Dean. "I know, I clean up nice, right?" Dean asked him. Castiel just nodded and looked away. "Alright, buddy, let's go," Dean said, patting Castiel on the leg as he strode past. "You can leave your car here and pick it up later, if you want," he suggested. "I'll drive." Dean may have been a little embarrassed about his living situation, but the Impala was his pride and joy, and he couldn't wait to show the Prius-driving dork what a real car felt like.
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"So? What do you think?" Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Castiel, whose normally tousled hair was flying about wildly in the wind of the open windows. They were driving a little out of town toward the only restaurant around (beside the Burger Haven and Willie's), and Castiel was almost imperceptibly smiling. "It's impractical and the music is very loud, but there is something about it," he replied. Dean nodded, turning down the AC/DC cassette. "Yeah, she's something special."
Castiel looked over at Dean, smiling noticeably now. "What?" Dean asked. Castiel's intensely blue eyes glinted, but then he looked down at his lap. "Nothing," he said.
"So, I finally called Sammy," Dean began, although he wasn't really sure why. "I thought about what you said, you know, wanting to contact your brother. I know Sam's a good kid, and he's got a good head on his shoulders, but he's my brother and I still worry about him."
Castiel nodded sympathetically. "You're a good brother, Dean. Sam is lucky."
Dean felt a pinch in his throat. "Yeah, well. I'm pretty lucky too, I guess."
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"I've been thinking about what you said." Castiel had a peculiar expression on his face as he spoke. They were sitting in the far corner booth at a diner on the outskirts of town.
"What in particular?" Dean asked.
"Free will. God created man with free will so that He would know who among us was pure at heart. I've thought a lot about this, Dean."
Dean had no idea what he meant, so he said nothing and instead took an enormous bite of his cheeseburger.
"Free will is man's blessing and his curse. Life would be so much more simple if we had a pre-ordained path from which we could never waiver."
"Yeah, but it would be a hell of a lot less interesting, too," Dean said through a mouthful of burger.
Castiel paused to take a bite of his own burger, and then continued. "I can't help but wonder- what does God value more: honesty to oneself, or selfless obedience? Assuming that a person is genuine and good, and does good works, and still seeks to serve God in his own life, shouldn't he be able to exercise his free will?"
"This is all going way over my head, Cas."
"It's merely a question that's been dogging me."
"Hypothetically speaking," Dean began, pointing a French fry for emphasis, "if you had no one else to worry about but yourself, what would your life be like? You know, if you didn't have to worry what your dad or your brothers thought."
Castiel stared into the distance and chewed thoughtfully on his burger. It took him a moment to respond.
"I think I would experience life and all of its many joys," he finally replied. "I would, perhaps, find myself, as your brother did. I would learn everything that I could. I would…" he trailed off, furrowing his brow again. "I would do many things I've never done."
Dean wiped his mouth with a napkin, and smirked, humorlessly. "Well, don't you think you should be able to do those things? Is that what you're worried about? That God won't love you anymore if you do things your own way for once?"
"It's not just that, Dean," Castiel said. He had finished only half of his burger, but he wasn't touching the rest.
"Look, whatever you're worried about- I got news for you. You are one of the best people I've ever met, Cas. You're selfless, and kind, and smart, and genuine. And if God doesn't think that you deserve to be happy once in awhile, then he hasn't been paying attention."
Castiel looked up at Dean, then, his piercing blue eyes so full of emotion, it was as if he'd never heard something so sweet. Maybe he hadn't. Dean felt his cheeks flush, so he looked away. "It's true."
Castiel picked up his burger again and took a bite. Dean smiled at him, and Cas smiled back with full cheeks. Dean laughed at his ridiculous face, and Castiel nearly spat out the burger. "You gonna eat those?" Dean asked, pointing at Castiel's French fries. He reached for one, and Cas swatted his hand away. "Yes, I am," he chuckled, but he turned his plate halfway around so that they could share.
Dean felt a lightness of heart that he couldn't ever remember feeling before. It was almost like he was floating.
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