Lexi and I are doing a thing 

 

I am Dean she is Cas

Edited December 5, 201311 yr by Paopufruity

Castiel couldn't stop himself from bolting upright when Dean's hands touched where his wings sprouted from his back. They weren't at all tangible to a human like Dean, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Castiel felt Dean immediately pull away, afraid he'd hurt Castiel. Castiel relaxed again, loosening his shoulders as Dean had suggested. He reached for the television remote and turned the volume down slightly. He hoped he hadn't scared Dean too badly. "I'm sorry, Dean, I didn't mean to worry you." Before Dean could ask why Castiel had become so surprised, Castiel answered. "I know you couldn't have...known." Castiel cleared his throat. "You are human. You can't see or feel my wings, but they are still there, Dean. My wings are--" Castiel could feel himself beginning to blush furiously, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "My wings are very sensitive. A comparable sensation would be tickling, but not quite like that. I am not sure how to describe it to you." Castiel was relieved to feel Dean's hands gently return to his back. 

 

"It didn't hurt," Castiel added, hoping to comfort Dean before he could apologize. "You--You can continue. I was just surprised that you knew exactly where they are." Castiel leaned back into Dean's touch. His hands were miracle workers, and Castiel knew that this was going to be Dean's new way of repaying debts. Had Castiel saved his life? Dean better pay him back with another back rub. He closed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. Castiel had never had a day off in his entire life, and having his first vacation with Dean just felt right. Dr. Sexy was back on, and it was one of the few episodes Castiel had actually seen before. It was familiar enough that he whispered Dr. Sexy's lines moments before he spoke them. 

Dean was more than a bit surprised when Castiel suddenly jerked upright when he touched that particular area. He immediately pulled away as if he had been burned. Shit, had he hurt him? Before he was able to ask, Castiel had cut him off with an explanation of how his wings were especially sensitive compared to the rest of his body. Dean could have swore that he saw Castiel blush while he was talking, but in the end he gave Dean the signal to carry on with his movements. "Yeah? It's not too hard to figure out Cas." He began to rub the area again, albeit much lighter this time, so that Castiel wouldn't freak out. He tensed up for a few moments before slowly relaxing as he got used to the sensation. Dean turned the television back up as the next episode of Doctor Sexy started. He could faintly hear Castiel speaking the words before. It was truly comical to hear. He must have memorized the lines involuntarily from the night before while Dean had been sleeping. 

 

Castiel seemed so relaxed, it was a state that Dean had never seen him in before now. He almost looked human to be honest. There would be a slight sigh whenever Dean worked his way around his wings, and the longer he rubbed, the more slumped over Castiel became. At times, he even seemed to be asleep. Did Castiel ever sleep? The angel had told him that he never required sleep in the past, but even so. Even if he didn't have to sleep, could he? Angels were still so mysterious to him. There was so much he didn't know about them; about Castiel. 

 

"Hey Cas?" he whispered as to ensure that the angel wasn't actually asleep, "Could you tell me about yourself? I mean..." He paused and looked down, a faint blush was staining his cheeks. "I mean I just don't know too much about you besides the fact that you're an angel and you rebelled for us. I want to get to know you better buddy." While Dean was talking, he worked his way down from Castiel's shoulder blades to the small of his back. He wasn't surprised to find a mess of knots there as well.

Castiel could barely formulate an answer. He'd stopped reciting lines from Dr. Sexy--the massage felt so heavenly that he couldn't bear the distraction of the television. He let his wings unfurl, though Dean would never know the difference. Answering was nearly painful. It was like drawing himself out of the beautifully warm and comfortable cocoon he'd created from within Dean's arms. "About myself." Castiel mumbled, sitting up slightly. "I do not know what to tell you about me, Dean. I didn't have a past like yours. I can't speak of a traditional mother and father, a hometown or holiday celebrations. We're from different worlds, Dean. You won't be able to relate to anything about  me. I was just a soldier following orders for thousands of years. Until I met you and Sam, that was all I ever did or ever dreamed to do. I can't tell you anything about myself that isn't boring or awful." 

 

Castiel let his eyes slip shut once more. He hated feeling like he was shutting Dean out, but he was scared to bring up his own past. He'd been a lot like Dean in one respect, and that wouldn't make Dean very happy. They were both blindly following orders from an absent father. Except Dean had an excuse, a brother to protect, a purpose in life, and a childhood. Castiel had never been a child, and he would never have a brotherly relationship like Sam and Dean had. His brothers were trying to murder him, not trying to spend quality time with him. They were apart of such vastly different worlds that Dean would only see that pain and hatred that Castiel did without any of the bright spots. "I'm sorry Dean, there is just very little to tell." 

To be honest, Dean had been expecting that answer. Castiel was who he said he was, it was as simple as that. Though Dean could hear it in his tone of voice, there was things he wasn't saying. That was okay with Dean, everyone had things they needed to keep within themselves. He himself had the same issue. The way Castiel spoke indicated that it was becoming an effort for him to speak. Either he was too absorbed in the massage, or didn't want to talk any more. Perhaps even both. So Dean stopped talking, but not before sighing, "Cas, I understand if there's things you might not want to say, but I want to tell you that I don't think any less of you no matter what. You're good. Remember that." Dean became silent after that, turning his focus to helping Castiel relax. To deepen the sensation, Dean shrugged off part of the suit Castiel was wearing. There was no way one could completely relax wearing a business suit, or at least Dean couldn't. Now that he had better access to Castiel's back, he gently lowered the angel to lay on his stomach while he continued. 

 

"Trust me Cas, it's better than sitting up." Dean quickly whispered before Castiel could begin protesting. He moved a pillow under Castiel's head and began to rub at his neck, which was just as stiff as the rest of his body. No doubt he had a headache after everything as well. He challenged himself to get the angel in a sleep like state. Absently, one of Dean's hands wandered away from Castiel's neck and began to card through his hair. Much like the manner in which Castiel had stroked his hair the previous night. This only seemed to cause him to relax further as any tension that was left on the angel's face vanished within an instant. 

 

Dean had become so lost in the moment that he actually had begun to sing softly, "Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart and then you can start to make it better." His own voice surprised him. When had last been the time he had sang? It had been far too long. 

Castiel felt a smile spread across his face. Dean was being extra careful around Castiel's wings, which was greatly appreciated, but even better was Dean's singing. Castiel had never heard Dean sing before, but his voice was every bit as lively and sweet as Castiel had imagined. Having been alive for so long, Castiel knew all of the lyrics, and mentally sang along with Dean. He sent up a silent prayer to God, begging for Dean to keep singing. Really, why was there any use in repairing Heaven when Castiel had found his own Heaven with Dean? He'd escaped a violent future as a soldier obeying every order from his father, and instead he'd found Dean and created his own Heaven on Earth. Why couldn't this be what God wanted of him? Why did he and Dean have to suffer further, when they could be happy for once? Why wasn't it someone else's job to save humanity? 

 

"Dean..." Castiel wasn't entirely sure how to phrase his thanks. He wanted to thank Dean for a million things, and a billion things he'd do for Castiel in the future. He owed Dean so much, and Dean was just indebting him further. "Thank you, Dean. I appreciate it." Thanks for saving my life. Thanks for being careful with my wings. Thanks for existing. 

Dean had never felt more content. Here he was, massaging the angel that had saved his life and was even singing to him. There was nothing after them in that particular moment, nothing or no one giving them orders. Dean was at peace for once in his life. He was at peace here, in this shabby motel room with his angel drunk under the influence of his touch and voice. He continued with the song, closing his eyes as his hands started to work themselves. "And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool that plays it cool by making his world a little colder." Dean kept his voice level, not wanting to startle Castiel, who could have been asleep judging by the pattern of his breathing. "Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her and now go get her. Remember to let her into your heart then you can start to make it better." 

 

For that one moment, the world meant nothing to Dean. The apocalypse, God, nothing. The only thing that mattered now was Castiel and himself. The rest of the world could go screw themselves. Dean paused as he heard Castiel small thanks, and smiled. "No problem Cas. Thanks for everything as well." It was like he was in some sort of a trance. To Dean, this was heaven. His heaven wasn't up in the clouds reliving all of his old memories. His heaven was here. It wasn't fair, nothing they got was fair. Not every moment could be like this. The world didn't work like that, but Dean would be damned if he wouldn't savor this moment. 

 

"I'll watch over you." Dean murmured softly.

Castiel's smile grew wider as he heard Dean whisper about watching over him. It was almost funny, really. They were each other's guardians, each other's protectors, each other's source of strength. Castiel had never had a relationship with any being like he had with Dean. He trusted Dean enough to let him touch his wings--fragile, sensitive things, that angels certainly didn't let each other near. Their wings were sort of like those of birds in respect to their fragility. Castiel had always been taught to constantly keep his guard up, even around his brother angels, but for once, it felt good to not care. Dean would never hurt him, and it was the first time Castiel could truly believe that someone in the world actually cared about him. God's care was questionable at best, and most of the other angels were out for Castiel's head. "Thank you," Castiel murmured so softly he was nearly inaudible. "Thank you, Dean." 

 

Castiel turned his head slightly so that he could watch Dr. Sexy. The new episode would premiere in less than two hours, and Castiel wanted to be prepared for such an important event. As calm as Dean appeared, Castiel knew he was probably extremely excited. Dr. Sexy's acting wasn't always stellar, and Castiel had noticed that they tended to recycle the same plots, but Dean liked it and it was something they could share. For Castiel, that was enough reason to love it. "Do you think that Dr. Sexy is really in love with Nurse Jenny, or does he have romantic feelings for Andrew? I am confused by the writing--is it supposed to be so confusing? I do not know who he will choose." 

Dean hummed in order to let Castiel know that he had heard him, there was no need to respond. Castiel already knew what he would say. The room went silent for an unquestionable amount of time before Castiel muttered something about Doctor Sexy. The new season premiered in about an hour and a half. Dean had been waiting for this for over four months. It always took the bastards so long to get a show back up and running after a hiatus. He loved that Castiel was interested in the show as well. Where Sam would just laugh and call Dean obsessed, Castiel actually sounded interested and asked questions and shared his own theories regarding the characters. It made Dean feel happy that he could share something he liked with someone. It made Doctor Sexy all the more special to him.

 

"I don't know. Maybe he like's them both and that's why he's having such a dramatic internal struggle with himself. Does he want a romantic relationship with Jenny but want to sleep with Andrew, or is it vice versa?" Dean shrugged. "I don't know, that's what the new episode is about." He smiled, it had been a while since he could actually talk about Doctor Sexy in depth. This was perfect. "Yeah Cas, it's supposed to be confusing. That's how the bastards hook you to the show. It's a vicious cycle." 

 

Dean at last, had stopped rubbing, He pat Castiel's back softly indicating he was done and perched himself on the balls of his feet. "You should get into some more comfortable clothes before the episode starts Cas. It'd be better to be comfortable."

Castiel almost didn't want to move. He felt so wonderfully blissful, like a human entering their Heaven for the first time. When Castiel died, he would be permanently dead. Nothing but his vessel and his wings would remain, so he'd never actually get to see what his personal Heaven would look like. Still, he thought it probably looked something like that day. He had Dean, an amazingly comfortable back massage, and a new episode of Dr. Sexy. For the first time, Castiel wasn't just happy because of a success. Castiel was happy because he loved Dean and that was all he really needed in life. 

 

"I do not have any other clothes, Dean." Castiel hadn't thought to bring extra clothing. His trench coat and suit were standard, and changing out of them felt very wrong. Regardless, he was an angel. He had no use for changing clothes, because he certainly didn't need to shower and was never going to smell disgusting like humans did. Castiel watched as Dean cocked his head, clearly a little confused. Castiel began to blush again. "Dean, I cannot get clothes from anywhere nearby. If I retrieved them from a store I would be stealing, and the same if I took some from someone's closet." He saw Dean beginning to object. Dean saved lives, and therefore could entirely justify stealing. Castiel, while he'd saved lives, had taken many, many more. He didn't even deserve Jimmy's body, let alone anything extra. "I am comfortable in this clothing, Dean. Do not worry about how I feel." Castiel sat up and slid back on the bed so that he was leaning against the pillows and headboard. He left extra space to his side, waiting for Dean to join him. Castiel smiled, banishing the memories that reminded him how little he deserved. "I don't want to miss the episode, Dean. Sit with me." 

Dean resorted to shrugging as Castiel explained that he didn't require different clothes to become comfortable. He wasn't thinking about stealing clothes at all, he had money and it would have been easy to get some sweats from a nearby clothing store or something. It didn't matter however, as long as Castiel was comfortable, nothing else mattered to him. Dean had a feeling that something was bothering the angel however. He was so quick to deny that he needed anything. As if he felt that he didn't deserve it. It suddenly hit Dean, that was it. Castiel felt like he didn't deserve anything. Though it was lost to Dean why. Why would Castiel feel like that? He made a mental note to ask him about it later. For now however, Dean just wanted to watch the episode with Castiel and enjoy this moment that they had been graciously given. 

 

"Whatever floats your boat Cas." Dean dismissed before turning his attention back to the television after moving to sit next to Castiel, almost apprehensively leaning slightly against his shoulder. Allowing himself to relax for once. Castiel seemed relaxed as well, which Dean found amazing in itself. He had never seen the angel this, well... human looking. He didn't have the soldier's edge look about him and his face was loose and held a small smile even. Dean found himself over-analyzing Castiel's features then, everything about him. After a while, he realized he was staring and abruptly turned away, blushing.

 

"The episode's coming on soon Cas, this is going to be great!" he quickly covered for himself.

Castiel hated the impasse he and Dean had reached. While neither of them spoke of it, each knew that something was wrong with the other. Castiel, though he had thought he'd done a decent job of disguising his guilt, was probably an open book to Dean. The hunter read Castiel with ease, and covered for himself just as simply. While he could read well, he didn't do a good job of hiding his own emotions. Castiel could see through the veil, even when Dean wasn't curled up sobbing in his arms. Though it was terribly selfish, Castiel had sort of enjoyed that. Not Dean's pain, but getting to hold Dean, to be closer to him than he ever had. Dean relied on Castiel as a source of comfort, strength, and protection. That was all Castiel had ever really wanted. So he would ignore the unspoken worry and go back to that happy, sunshine-y place in his mind. 

 

Castiel hoped it wasn't as awkward as Dean's mildly startled expression made it feel when he reached for him. Never had Castiel felt more fulfilled than when Dean was tucked safely in his arms. Maybe it was a little strange as far as human customs went, but then again, humans were pretty strange anyway. Castiel pulled Dean into the safety of his arms once more and wouldn't let go. God, he'd lost everything up until this point. It seemed like everyone was out to kill him, to take away everything he had one more time. Castiel could handle being rejected from home, possibly by his father, and by his brother and sister angels. But Castiel didn't even want to consider losing Dean. "Yes, Dean. I have seen the preview fourteen times since this marathon began. I expect it's going to be one of the best episodes so far." 

Dean was mildly startled when Castiel once again pulled him into his arms. Even though Dean wasn't sobbing his heart out this time, it felt nice. He felt secure in the angel's arms, and most of all, safe. No matter what the position suggested. It was very intimate however. Dean didn't think of it though, no one was around to see them. He let out a sigh and buried himself deeper into Castiel's arms, breathing in his scent. As he did so, he felt Castiel relax even further. He must of been apprehensive about holding onto Dean. It was odd though, Castiel was always so careful with him. Like he would either break or run away if he made the wrong move at any time. Dean made a mental note to assure Castiel that he would never leave him, no matter what.

 

"It damn well better be good. I've been waiting for this episode for over four months. Damn hiatus', they might as well just call them 'hellatus'." Just then, the commercial break ended and the episode began. Dean knew from the beginning it would be about Doctor Sexy and nurse Jenny. Clearing up what the last episode had started. Dean watched attentively, paying attention to nothing but the screen and what was going on. He could tell Castiel was watching seriously as well. Taking note of every detail and happening in order to deduce what would happen next. Castiel took the show as seriously as he did it seemed.

To Castiel, the new episode felt like a test. Castiel had spent hours preparing, and as convoluted as the plot was, he was almost sure he understood. How well he could understand the episode would be testament to his dedication, and he was sure that it would make Dean proud. 

 

The episode started slow. Of course, even though fans like Dean had already waited for months to see the new episode, the show started by catching up on the antics of other characters. There had been a murder and the birth of a new baby, which were covered in the first thirty minutes. Up until that point, there hadn't been any mention of Dr. Sexy or nurse Jenny. Castiel could feel Dean beginning to shift restlessly in his arms, probably entirely unaware of his motions. There was no doubt that he was anxious for the title character to finally show, and Castiel had to admit, he was rather excited as well. The whole--what was it called? A love triangle--had completely confused him, but hopefully this episode would sort it out. 

 

In the end, Castiel had to admit that he was rather surprised. He could feel Dean's heartbeat speed up and his intake of breath at each plot twist. Neither of them had been expecting such a shocking ending--Dr. Sexy chose Andrew over Jenny. "I am thoroughly confused, Dean." Castiel said as the end credits began to play. "I thought Dr. Sexy was also in love with Jenny? His previous arrangement of seeing both Andrew and Jenny seemed to be working fine. Why would he end it and hurt Jenny's feelings?" 

All throughout the episode, Dean was about ready to spring. So much had happened during the first couple of minutes that he wanted to pull his hair out. New characters, much drama, and suspense. Leading up to the end was the inevitable heart break that had an unexpected twist. Doctor Sexy had chosen Andrew over Jenny. Dean wanted to jump up and scream at the television. Though he couldn't while he was still wrapped in Castiel's arms. No doubt he would startle the angel if he were to suddenly jump and scream at an inanimate object. Any hope of sanity that Castiel thought Dean still possessed would be completely forgotten.

 

"What the actual hell was that." Dean said simply as the credits began to roll. It seemed that Castiel was in the same state of mind that he was. "I don't know Cas. I actually didn't see that coming. I honestly thought he was going to go with Jenny. Maybe he just wanted to make a choice and get it over with. Maybe he didn't want to live a double life or something and just chose the one that would make him the most happy. Selfish bastard." Dean crossed his arms and pouted. While he was satisfied with the quality of the episode, he was dissatisfied in the ending. He sighed, I guess that was how the writers hooked you into watching more. He'd have to wait until the following week to find out what happened.

 

Dean sighed once more and let himself fall back into Castiel's arms.

For a moment, Castiel was afraid that Dean was actually upset over the episode. Thankfully, it had just been an emotional outburst that was more vocal than Castiel's. Castiel was relieved as Dean slumped in his arms, probably tired enough to fall asleep at that moment. But the day had been too good, and Castiel couldn't let it end, even if Dean was exhausted. In the end, Castiel was sure that Dean would be in favor of making the day last as long as possible. Maybe Castiel could even take Dean out to dinner. 

 

"Dean, I do not want you to fall asleep. It is not yet dark outside and I don't believe you are supposed to sleep at this hour." Castiel glanced toward the door, debating whether or not to suggest an outing. Technically, Castiel was only allowing them the day off because Dean needed to recover from their (useless) expedition to Heaven. And Castiel came to the terrifying realization that if God wanted he and Dean to return to Heaven, it probably meant Dean was going to have to die again. Couldn't God have just told them to stay in Heaven while they were there? What kind of sick joke was this, forcing Castiel to kill his best friend over and over? Punishment for all of his mistakes? Castiel cleared his throat and reminded himself to focus on Dean. They could worry about that tomorrow. "If you are feeling well enough, we could visit the town." 

Dean was beginning to grow tired once again, he figured it must have had to do with the fact that he was still recovering from heaven. Or perhaps his breakdown from the night before. He didn't know, but he did know he couldn't go back to sleep now. He would've been able to sleep that night if he did. It seemed that Castiel felt the very same. The angel always seemed to be looking out for him and considered every aspect of his health. For any other person, it would be considered odd and the least bit creepy. Though it was Castiel, and Dean instead, was grateful. Dean felt the same about the angel. He wanted to look after him as well. Castiel had a habit of worrying too much about others and neglecting himself. Dean hoped he would be able to make up for that fault. 

 

Dean heard Castiel say something about going out into town for a little bit. He saw no problem in it, he needed to stretch his legs anyway. He had been cooped up in a motel room for far too long. It would be good to get out. Especially with Castiel. "Yeah Cas I'm feeling up to it." He untangled himself from Castiel's arms and stood up on unsteady legs. He had forgotten he hadn't used them all day. "I need to take a quick shower and then we can go to a cafe or something. Maybe a bar." Dean grabbed some of his clothes from his duffel and headed off towards the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sighed and began to turn on the shower. 

Castiel waited patiently for Dean. Of course, even with his angelic powers practically nonexistent, he could have simply just zapped Dean clean and into a new set of clothes. It seemed infinitely more time efficient, but for some reason Dean liked to waste time showering and shaving.  A human quirk, Castiel supposed. The show on after Dr. Sexy was another soap opera, but much less exciting. The characters were more bland, and there wasn't even a discernible plot. Castiel's lips twitched into a frown, unable to understand why humans would waste time and money on such useless shows when they could just be watching or acting for Dr. Sexy instead. He clicked the television off, and his eyes wandered to the bathroom door. 

 

The sound of the shower was soothing, so Castiel laid back against the bed, savoring the feeling of peace. It wasn't a feeling he'd be able to enjoy for long. It was strange how human Dean made him feel. He could just fall asleep curled up with Dean, and Castiel had definitely never thought of sleep before. Dean had a calming effect despite his tough exterior. Castiel suspected it was just for show. Underneath it, Dean really just wanted to make sure everyone was happy and well. The thought brought a smile to Castiel's face. He would help save the world for the sake of saving the world, but he would selfishly admit that he'd give up the world in favor of making Dean happy. 

The warm water had an odd calming effect on Dean. While in the shower, nothing else mattered. The water erased the tension in his muscles and washed the remnants of the days work away. Leaving him a clean canvas open to the events of the next day. It was more than soothing. The tears that had stained his face the previous night disappeared, along with the dirt from the alleyway. It had been a few days since he had last showered and there was no doubt he needed it. The only downside to taking a shower, was that Dean thought. He thought about many things. Usually about his dreams or about how hopeless the world was at this point. His mind was open to any sort of an attack in the shower. Luckily, it was place where he would be able to let a few tears escape and not be questioned later on. No one could see him here. His tears would be drowned with the rest of the water heading down the drain. However, this time, all Dean had to think about was Castiel. He was looking forward to going out into town. Just he and Castiel for once. 

 

After the shower, Dean wrapped a towel around his waist and dried off, and quickly threw on some more clothes.

 

"I'm ready Cas." he called through the door.

Castiel slowly pulled himself back into a sitting position, already smiling at the thought of taking Dean out for a night on the town. He was able to tune into certain parts of "angel radio", as Dean called it, when necessary, even though he usually preferred staying as far as possible from his fellow angels. He scanned through the Enochian transmissions until he found something mentioning their town. There were nearly as many angels as there were humans, so the thought that an angel might be mentioning the town wasn't all that surprising. They were mentioning a show--a show! Castiel's heart soared. He absolutely loved the theater. It was one of the best things humanity had ever created, and Castiel was fairly certain that Dean had never been to a play before. At least, not without investigating a murder or something in the meantime. 

 

Dean looked as rugged as ever, even after his shower. "Dean, I have a plan for where to go." Castiel let a smile light up his face. He was relieved to see Dean's lips twinge upward slightly. "I tuned into angel radio. There is a play nearby, and from what I understand, it is one of Shakespeare's works." Dean's smile vanished, but Castiel didn't let that stop him. "Trust me, Dean. It will not be as good as the originals I watched, but Shakespeare is a fantastic playwright. He was a prophet, too. I'm sure you will enjoy it. Afterwards, I believe in that section of town there is a nice diner. We--" Castiel cleared his throat and corrected himself. "You could eat there. Jimmy seems to have memories of visiting that diner. He traveled here on business once. He remembers the hamburgers being excellent, and they claim to have the best pie in the state." 

Dean was wary about going to see a play, that seemed to be more Sam's thing than any. While it was true that he secretly enjoyed the works of Shakespeare, ironic that he had been a prophet, his dad had trained him to keep his mind off of such things. The theater didn't matter in the world of a hunter. However, Castiel's smile lit up as he began to speak of it. Dean somehow knew that this was something the stoic angel was very passionate about. The utter wonder and fascination on Castiel's face mentioning Shakespearean plays was enough to make Dean crack. He wanted to see Castiel happy for once, and hell, maybe he might enjoy it himself. Though his face perked at the mention of 'best pie in the state'. There wasn't much else better than a double cheeseburger and a slice of cherry pie.

Castiel was relieved to see Dean give in. He figured that Dean was probably only giving in for Castiel's benefit, but he was sure Dean would enjoy it too. It would be a new experience for Dean, and in Dean's eyes, he'd probably already seen most of what the world had to give. Castiel would love to show him something completely new. It was nice to imagine that sort of life with Dean--showing Dean things he'd never seen before, never dreamed of. Taking Dean on (safe) adventures that he never would have embarked on without Castiel. He just wanted to hug Dean and thank him. After all he had done for Castiel, he deserved a little joy of his own. A smile gracing his lips, Castiel practically skipped out to the Impala. 

 

Dean was only a few steps behind, and his smile wasn't faked. For one of the first times, Castiel could see Dean's dimples, which were only present in his real smiles. It was sad how rarely Dean really smiled. Dean hadn't locked the Impala, so Castiel was able to jump right in to the passenger seat. Dean slid into the driver's side a moment later, his smile less pronounced, but still faintly hanging on his lips. "If you don't understand something in the play, I can explain it to you. I have watched all of Shakespeare's plays several times in several different time periods. I've seen every imaginable script change and the history first hand." Castiel would love to launch into a great explanation of Shakespeare's life and all the amazing details in his plays that a human who hadn't been alive then wouldn't be able to fully appreciate. But he was content just knowing that Dean would accompany him, even if at the moment he didn't quite care enough to learn any history. At least Castiel wouldn't be alone. 

Dean could almost laugh at Castiel, the way he was practically prancing out to the car. He truly was excited. Whether it was seeing a Shakespearean play, or spending some time with Dean, or even both. Dean couldn't help but smile as his heart warmed at the sight. He could even call the angel adorable. Suppressing another grin as Castiel flew into the passenger seat, he started up the Impala. The familiar engine of his beloved car purring as it was feed the cheap gasoline. The sound was soothing to Dean, no matter what mood he happened to be in. While he was driving, Castiel explained to him different things about Shakespeare and his various plays. Some Dean knew, other things were completely new to him. Dean was abruptly reminded of just how old Castiel was. To him, Shakespeare's era probably felt like last week. Focusing on the road, Dean couldn't afford distractions at the moment. He was already feeling like ass, it wouldn't be pleasant to crash the car and get sent back to the hospital to be groped. He let Castiel's voice comfort him however.

 

"Cas, which one are we going to see? Is it one of the big ones? Please don't tell me it's Romeo and Juliet, that's the epitome of chick flicks." He felt that that particular work was highly overrated. Though he told himself he didn't care which play it would he, deep down he hoped it would be Macbeth. It had been one of his favorites in school though he'd never admit it. He suddenly found himself growing more excited. Castiel seemed to be one that would not pass judgement on him for being a slight nerd. That had always been Sam's game. His dad would have smacked him out for a week if he had requested to go to a play.

Castiel was tempted to use some of his remaining angel powers to probe Dean's mind. Clearly there was something going on under the surface, but Castiel didn't want to invade his privacy. Dean had enough reasons not to trust him, and Castiel didn't feel like adding another one to the list. Besides, it would be much more fulfilling to learn about Dean without the help of angelic powers. Humans had managed to build bonds without such powers, so why wouldn't he be able to? 

 

Castiel pursed his lips, debating for a moment on how to phrase his question. He didn't want to spoil Dean's good mood by bringing up any bad memories, but he was still curious. "The angels did not say which play. Most of us are fond of Shakespeare's work. I doubt they care which play, because all of them are works of art. I expect it will be one of the more popular works. Romeo and Juliet isn't bad, either. It is a play, Dean. Shakespeare was forced by the nature of theater to rush the plot." Now would be the best time to introduce his question, although Castiel was still a little nervous that he'd word things incorrectly and upset Dean. "You seem to...some sort of previous experience with Shakespeare's work. You looked a bit annoyed when talking about Romeo and Juliet. I apologize if I am prying, but it doesn't seem like you were angry over the actual play." 

Dean shook his head as he stopped at a red light, using the time to look at Castiel, who seemed curious. His eyes were tearing him apart, trying to assess him. He felt his past exhaustion weighing down his head in the form of a dull ache. He didn't want to seem annoyed however, not while Castiel looked so excited for the play.

 

Dean froze at his question however. It was true, he enjoyed Shakespeare, but he never truly had told anyone. Everyone had just assumed he felt the same about it as all other young high school students. Saw it as stupid, unintelligible language that they were forced to learn. It was the exact opposite however. Dean thoroughly enjoyed most all of Shakespeare's work. He couldn't have ever fathomed the idea of going to see some of the plays live. "Um," Dean cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, "I read them back in school you know? It was part of the curriculum. Romeo and Juliet; while it's great is passed off as the 'greatest love story of all time' by the public, it's just simply a love story. There are so many other stories out there just waiting to be turned into novels and such. So many other people's stories could be turned into something like Romeo and Juliet, but they're just overlooked. Bypassed by something a great playwright just happened to write down. Yeah, Romeo and Juliet is awesome, but Sally and Jim could be just as good you know?" Dean froze, he didn't mean to go that much in depth about his opinion, he cursed to himself. He had rambled and his words probably made next to no sense. Damn it.

Castiel felt a smile begin to play on his lips. Dean looked nervous, but Castiel wasn't entirely sure why. He was glad to hear Dean's opinions, and he actually agreed. Dean wouldn't know, but in an earlier time--Castiel couldn't remember the exact date, but probably a little before Christ's birth--there had been a love story written, much more intricate and lovely than anything Shakespeare had put to paper. Yet the author had been a sickly old man, and most of his story remained unwritten. His few completed manuscripts had been lost long ago, and sadly enough, even Castiel's nearly boundless memory couldn't quite recall the story exactly. Still, it was something he wanted to share with Dean to soothe him. 

 

"I agree." Castiel patted Dean's arm a little awkwardly, hoping to relax him. He looked tense after stating his opinion. "There was, a rather long time ago, a love story much more beautiful than Romeo and Juliet. I don't remember the whole story. The author had many different ideas, and his mind was such a jumbled mess that I don't recall which pieces were part of the story and which were ideas that weren't to be included in the final manuscript." With the disclaimer out of the way, Castiel excitedly began to recount the story. It was about a foreign princess and one of her stableworkers. It was amazing, and Castiel hoped Dean loved it just as much as he did. It was a story only angels had ever heard, so Castiel hoped that it could be a special link between him and Dean. He was, after all, the only human besides the author to know the ending.