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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.

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This is for my amazing friend Lexi who has just been such a cutie and I love her to death. It's kinda based off the roleplay, so I really hope you like it! MERRY CHRISTMAS

I'M CRYING LEXI THIS IS SO GORGEOUS THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. MERRY CHRSITMAS!!!

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."

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.

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.

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.

i runs on two things, destiel and food.

*GETS DOWN ON KNEEES* DEAN IS LIFE.

Dean was more than satisfied with Castiel's reaction to the surprise back rub. The angel seemed to melt into his touch as he gingerly worked at the angry knots that consumed Castiel's shoulders and back. Dean figured that being an angel, he wouldn't necessarily notice the pain, or would have brushed it off like it was nothing. Though now he realized that Castiel definitely felt the relief that was being given to him. Since he had rescued him from hell, Castiel had had absolutely no down time. He was always tense and ready to spring at any given moment. Dean had never seem him so relaxed and content with just a simple back rub. He chuckled when Castiel started reciting the definition of a massage. This was a sign that he clearly did not know what to think of this. "Yeah, you're right Cas. Right now, you really need one." He responded and dug his fingers into a particularly stubborn muscle that refused to undo itself. He could feel Castiel sigh through his administrations. He was leaning forward slightly now, beginning to grow lax enough where it would become harder to support himself right up. "You're too rigid sometimes, you've got to loosen up. Trust me, I know." Dean murmured softly as he continued working at his shoulders. "We can deal with this later Cas, right now... Let's just rest. We need a day, it would do us both good." After some time rubbing Castiel's shoulders and making sure there were no more knots remaining, Dean began to grow curious. He paused for a moment and started at Castiel's shoulder blades, assessing where his wings would be if he could actually see them. Smirking for a moment, Dean placed his thumbs where he believed Castiel's wings would meet and started rubbing small circled around the area.

Dean was more than a bit frustrated, this whole situation had gone completely south since he and Castiel had begun to look for God. First it was simple, use the amulet he possessed to find the big man. Now though, it was a mess. There was no clear word on what they should do. Either God had simply told them to go screw themselves, or actually put in a good word for them. Dean felt for Castiel however. Right now, there was no doubt he was questioning his beliefs. No matter how resolute and confident he sounded in his so called 'father', Dean was able to see through his facade. He had experienced the same feeling with his own father. It was sad, Castiel was so different from all the other angels. Unlike the others, he possessed a conscience and at least tried to go his own way. Yet he got screwed over each time. He put so much responsibility on his shoulders and genuinely wanted to save world and protect him and Sam. In his heart, Castiel was good. He didn't deserve anything this damned world had dumped on him. "I believe you Cas. I'm fine." Dean uttered after a few moments of silence, he hadn't known what do say, or do. In the end, he decided that if there was anyone worth putting his faith in, it was Castiel. Not God, not Heaven, just Castiel. He saw the angel move closer to him after Doctor Sexy had returned from break. Dean smiled, he was still willing to comfort him no matter what. "I'd like to stay here though. I'm not sure it would be so great for me to get back in the game just yet." Dean then shuffled closer to Castiel and gently began to remove his coat and laid his hands on his back. He wasn't the only one who was allowed to relax. After all this God business, Castiel had never looked more tense. "Hey man, you ever had a back rub before?" Dean began to gently kneed his shoulders and smiled at Castiel's reaction.

It'd be nice just to have the sexual tension that's been building up between them throughout the games disappear if they at least just admit that they like each other.

Dean ran over God's words in his head many times, though he couldn't find any signs of falsehood. He wanted them to repair heaven, now how in the hell were they supposed to do that? The devil was running rampant around the world trying to burn it to a crisp, trying to wear his brother to the junior prom. Then there was Michael, who was dead set on using him for the same reason. Who knew what the other two archangels were doing, added to the fact that the entire heavenly host was after them respectively. All of them under the command of Zachariah. However it seemed like God was on their side so to speak if he was telling them that there was another way to stop the apocalypse. A way in which he and Sammy wouldn't become suits for two angels dead set on killing each other. Even so, the situation was a bit bleak. God made sure to give them the most vague of information and then decided to jump ship. There was no way he and Castiel, even at their level of skill, could go up against the forces of both heaven and hell. Especially not at the same time. "Yeah well, he didn't exactly leave us a blueprint on how to do that. How are you and I supposed to do this Cas? This is bigger than anything we've ever done. I mean we couldn't even stop Lucifer from getting out in the first place. What are the chances of us restoring the entirety of Heaven? If you ask me, it seems more than a bit impossible." Dean cursed at himself for being so pessimistic. He just couldn't see any way this could work. Perhaps Castiel could. There was a reason that they made a good team, Castiel could see things that Dean couldn't sometimes. Dean smiled at the thought. Castiel was truly special, a remarkable being, and Dean had come to accept the fact that he needed him more than anything right now. He wouldn't be able to survive without his angel. Yes, his angel.

Finishing off what remained of his burger, Dean crumbled up the wrapper and threw it to the side and sighed. He knew he wouldn't have been able to get away from the apocalypse business for long. There was not much opportunity for a day off, it came with the job description. Dean sighed and lifted himself off the pillows with some effort in an attempt to sit up and talk business. So that was why he had had that nightmare, Castiel had left to go see what was going on. Dean didn't hold it against him, it was better than them both dying in the end. Though could it really have been God? Castiel said his necklace had been burning hot, which was the sign that He was near. If they ignored these signs, bad things could happen, or they could loose what little of a trail they had. They might not get another chance like this again for a long time. "No Cas, it's okay. We never really had time for a vacation in the beginning." He crossed his arms, "I'm confused though, why would the big man show up in front of your face and then just disappear? It makes no sense. If he wanted to be heard, why couldn't he have just stuck around and given us some damn answers? What did he even say to you?" None of this made sense to Dean. He in no way doubted Castiel's words, but something about the whole situation just didn't seem right. He and Castiel had been searching high and low for him, literally, and there had been absolutely no signs. Then suddenly out of nowhere he decided to just show up on their front doorstep while he was in the middle of a breakdown. Dean was racking his brain for answers, but nothing seemed to click.

Dean gave his attempt at a reassuring smile to Sammy, who looked even more fearful than he had when he had first been selected as tribute. His eyes were wide with disbelief as to say, 'why?'. "It's okay Sammy. It's going to be okay." Though he was saying this to Sammy, it was more for his own benefit. He had to stay strong, and if this was how he had to do it, then so be it. His heart was thumping against his ribcage as he stepped out from the ropped off areas into the walkway. The crowd was completely silent save for the muffled sobbing of what sounded like his mother. Dean couldn't stand to look at her. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and tell her that he would be okay, but he couldn't lie. What were the chances of him being okay at this point? Next to none. "Well what are you waiting for?" Coralia all but shouted, a bit too cheerfully for his liking. She seemed so unaware of the depth of her actions, sending them off to die like it was nothing. Like pigs to the slaughter. "Come on up here!" she waved her hand at Dean, beckoning him to the stage. He took his sweet time of course however. His face was passive and solemn, trying not to convey his current emotions. He needed to be strong at this point, strong for Sammy. "What is your name young man? Our District 11 volunteer!" Coralia's electric blue contact lenses were piercing into his own. They matched her hair and dress respectfully. This was all those of the Capitol had to worry about. What dress went with what wig. What party would they be attending that night. They had no concept of worry, fear or loss. They had the pleasure of being free from the gripping fear every day of their lives that their son or daughter might be sent off to die. Or having to work to the point of passing out each day in order to place a loaf of bread on the table. It made Dean want to vomit all over their cashmere carpet. "My name is Dean Winchester." He said simply, short and to the point. He wasn't going to grace Coralia with any other sort of response. There was nothing else to say. What else could he say? "So Dean, your last name is Winchester so you must be the older brother of little Sammy over there. A brother fighting for a brother, how sweet!" She laughed, he electronic sounding voice piercing the ears of the entire crowd. "Well there you have it folks, our District Eleven tributes! Dean Winchester and Meg Masters! Let's give them a round of applause." Coralia looked at the crowd expecting, but there was not a sound. Only faces of mourning and sorrow. It all passed by in a blur after that. Two peacekeepers came and led Dean and Meg by the arm into a small room to the back of the stage. To where they sat, waiting on the chance to say goodbye to their families. "Dean!" Sammy shouted as he burst through the door and quickly wrapped his arms around his older brother. His exterior from just a few minutes ago had completely vanished. Dean could feel his tears soaking through the material of his shirt. "It's okay Sammy, I'll be okay." He stroked his younger brother's hair and pulled him closer to his body. For that moment, it actually was okay. "Promise me you'll win Dean? Please just promise me." Sam pleaded as he pulled his face away from his brother's chest. "Just come back to us Dean." Dean felt tears welling up in his eyes as he stared at Sam's hysteric expression, "I'll try Sammy. I'll try my best." It looked as though his parents had nothing to say. His mother was buried in his father's chest, sobbing her heart out. It was then, that the same two peacekeepers from before opened the door a bit too forcefully and began to push his family out of the room, "Time's up." Dean could only watch as they were taken away from him before his eyes. He had to watch as Sam began screaming at them not to take his brother away, as the door was then promptly slammed in his face.

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As much as Dean knew that the apocalypse should be their first priority, he wasn't feeling much better from the previous day and he needed to rest before he could get back out on the field with Castiel. Also, the idea of spending a day cooped up in a motel room with Castiel watching a Doctor Sexy Marathon honestly didn't sound half bad. The burger in front of him looked very appetizing and the bed he was in suddenly felt softer than anything. He was warm and comfortable for once in his life and he didn't see anything wrong with playing hooky for a day to actually enjoy himself. Castiel probably needed the downtime as well, rightly so after tending to the mess he was the previous night. His heart sank at the thought, he hoped he didn't cause the angel too much worry. He felt selfish. "Yeah Cas..." Dean gave a small smile at the angel after swallowing a mouthful of food, "Yeah I do." he motioned to the bed, and patted the spot where Castiel had been the past night, "Hey, why don't you kick off your shoes and get comfortable? You're too damn stiff." Dean propped himself up on the pillows and adjusted himself as he turned up the volume on the TV. A rerun of one of his favorite episodes had just started. The apocalypse could wait at this point. He couldn't pass up this day.

i just ate a bunch of cake from the cheesecake factory help me i'm going to explode

Dean yawned as Castiel started going into his large speech about Doctor Sexy. To his surprise, he actually laughed. Castiel had actually stayed up all night watching a Doctor Sexy Marathon. It was truly comical to see him get so in depth. "Nah Cas, don't you see? The cowboy boots are supposed to be impractical. That's what sets him apart and makes him sexy." Dean stated in a very matter-of-fact voice. He had to clear his throat a number of times however, due it being raw and hoarse from all his crying the previous night. He still was a bit drowsy, but the pain in his stomach drew all attention away from that fact. True to what Castiel said, it was past noon already. He really had slept in this morning, but he didn't really care. He put some thought into Castiel's question, what sounded good to him? As quickly as he had asked that question, he had come up with answer. "You know... A cheeseburger and fries sounds really nice right now." He gave a small shameful smile in Castiel's direction as his stomach broke out into yet another growl.

Dean was thankful that he could finally sleep in peace, a feel of absolute adoration and love was smothering him like a pillow, and he reveled in it. He was thankful for Castiel, and everything he had done. His heart sped up slightly at the thought of the angel. He always felt differently around Castiel. How could he feel so comfortable with opening up to and even sobbing in his arms. He had never felt this way about another person, not even with all the women he had been with. Even if he had been emotionally invested with some, it had never been on a scale such as this. He had never felt so content around another person before and it was a nice change. But why Castiel? Why was he so drawn to this angel? He didn't know what he was feeling. All he knew was that he needed him around and that he was here to stay. Dean wasn't aware that he slept well into the morning, instead of getting up at the ass-crack of dawn like he usually did. He was so comfortable lying there that he had forgotten about their quest in his dreams. Which were of a bright warm, enveloping light that soothed him. In the end, it was his stomach that woke him. He had not eaten in more than a few days and it was beginning to take a toll on him. As when he finally opened his eyes, he groaned at the pain, and buried himself even further into Castiel's chest.

Looking into Castiel's eyes, Dean found resolute intention to never leave his side. He was telling the truth and Dean knew it too. He put as much trust in Castiel as his harded heart of a hunter could give. Castiel acted as his rock--the rock that kept him from falling apart and flying away. This was the angel that saved him from hell. That had placed a hand on his shoulder and lifted him away from his suffering. They were inseparable at this point. The first person that never intended to leave him ever. It felt good for once in his life to feel safe. While his movements were sloppy, Dean gently grasped Castiel's hand and guided it to the print that was branded into his shoulder. The feeling that flowed through him then was indescribable and he could do nothing but sigh in utter content and relief. He then began to settle back into the pillows that Castiel had placed behind him and pulled the covers over both of them. His episode had thoroughly exhausted him. Dean slowly then laid his head down on Castiel's chest, too tired to care about the clearly intimate position they were in. "Thank you..." Dean then whispered, the blackness of sleep slowly overtaking him. They would deal with anything else the following morning. For now, he couldn't care less.

The feeling of Castiel's cool hand gently caressing Dean's face made him sigh with relief, a gesture of comfort. It calmed him slightly. He let himself forget about his odd pendant for the moment as he began to finally calm down. His sobs eventually faded into whimpers that once again Castiel soothed with his soft murmurings. The tears that seemed to be flowing endlessly from his eyes slowed down, and soon stopped. Until he was blearily staring at the wall with shaky breathing, letting Castiel's voice lull him into a trace. For a second, it felt like his mother was holding and rocking him back and forth, the only thing that was missing was 'Hey Jude'. Dean's constant cries of Castiel's name slowly turned into whispers that he endlessly repeated. This episode of his had completely shattered his 'I don't give a shit' attitude and then stepped on the pieces to only crush them further. Right now, he was just a very scared and very broken little boy in the body of a man. The part of him that he had tried to cover up all his life since the fire that had sent his and Sammy's lives into a complete living hell of monsters, demons and almost every evil thing you could think of. This was the first time he had found solace in anyone else but his brother. "Cas..." Dean whispered after he had calmed down, "Stay with me tonight please. I don't want you to go... Just stay. I don't want to sleep."

Dean couldn't stave off his tears no matter hard he tried, this was forty years of torture and pain spilling out all at once. Forty years and then some of misery that always seemed to follow him. He needed to let this out, there was no one else around but Castiel. Sam was not here, he could let go finally. Despite Castiel's pleas for him to stop crying, Dean only sobbed harder. He clutched the backside of the trench-coat as if it was his only lifeline--his only anchor keeping him attached to the real world. He couldn't hold back any longer, he couldn't keep pretending that he was okay when he wasn't. At some point he just needed to give up and drop his facade, even if it was just for one night. Castiel's small reassurances did much to help, even if they did not stop his tears. The emotional support he was receiving was beginning to help ease the pain of the past years. It was only then when he realized how different Castiel sounded. The usually emotionless angel's voice was teeming with life and held a tone that conveyed that he did indeed care. The the tears that were staining his face had formed a large wet spot on Castiel's coat, though it didn't seem like he cared. He never once removed his arms from his body, and was stroking his hair lovingly in an attempt to calm him down. The gesture was comforting and it made Dean safe and secure. "Cas," Dean gasped through his sobs, "Cas." he couldn't help but repeat his name over and over again. When he shifted his weight however, he felt his necklace brush up against his face. It was burning hot. "What- What the hell?"