Here’s a fanfic. to entertain, sadden, bring joy, or depress. I hope you enjoy this, gaiiz :3 I love you all <3
It felt like any other day. Going on these long trips to each and every town for a job. Shacking up in these lousy hotel rooms that are only there for 4 hours of sleep before Bobby calls up at God know what time it is. It is tiring.
“Ey, Sammy! C’mon, let’s go get a bacon-cheese burger at that diner down the road. Oh, hohhh. I bet you they have steak fries. Man, I am frigging starving.” Dean’s scruffy voice always soothed the air for me.
We had arrived at the 300th hotel in the past years of hunting and I was exhausted. “Dean, seriously? You just had 3 burritos on the way here and 2 mega slushies. What more can you digest, now?”
I had my back to my older brother but I could tell he mocked me and stopped as soon as I slumped into my own bed.
I rubbed my temples with my hand as I sighed heavily.
“Fine. I’ll just go by myself. Do you want anything, bitch?”
I scoffed at this man before me, knowing he was in one of his horny-for-food moods. “No, I don’t want anything. What I really want is to take a nice, long nap.”
“Fine.” He puts his hands up in surrender. “Don’t come cryin’ to me if you want food.” He made his way to the door as I kicked off my shoes and slowly crawled into a fetal position on this lumpy yet plushy mattress. Sometimes hotels have their benefits as to not having any noisy neighbors surrounding the place. Unless it was frat parties.
How I hate those events. Never was fond of it back in college.
“I’ll probably be back in hour or so. Give or take I meet a hot chick there and ya know, get down to business.”
“Aren’t you getting a little too old for that now, Dean?” I said, my back to him as he glared at me. I snickered.
“Shuddup, princess.” Dean said with a snarl before he left out the door.
I sighed in relief as I finally had the room to myself, without my fatass brother watching porn. I cannot believe he still watches that stuff. He should be with Cas for all I care.
“Sam.” Oh, speak of the devil himself. No pun intended.
I jumped, slightly startled as I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t call for you, Cas.”
“But, your thoughts were in need of something or other.” His gruff and dimwitted voice made its way to the table and two chairs near the window I was facing as he sat down.
“No, Cas..” I said, sluggish and tired.
“Where is Dean?” He bypassed my comment, typical Castiel.
“He went to get a bite to eat. And probably won’t be back until later tonite.”
“Why?”
“Well, ya know what he does..The old ace-in-the-hole with the ladies.”
“Oh..” I could tell he was wanton.
Now, everyone knows that Cas raised Dean from Perdition. From that point on, Cas was in love with my brother. I just don’t understand why Dean shunned Cas away for basically flat out loving him.
Don’t get me wrong, Cas is a wonderful guy. An angel, yes. A hot one, of course. Under that trench coat and business guy suit, he was nothing more but an angel with a heart.
This bond that Cas keeps living up with is so..Intriguing..
It felt like a day had passed when Dean came back. Overreacting, I know. But, my brother can be a dick sometimes.
Cas had his trenchcoat draped over the chair and suit jacket just over his shoulders as he was sleeping in Dean’s bed.
“What the hell? Cas!” Dean’s voice was bellowing and loud.
“Dean, be quiet. Cas is..resting..” My tone was a mere whisper as he strode to me with bags of food.
I was seated at the table, on my laptop as he laid out the food on the counter. “What the hell is Cas doing here? I thought he was dealing with Crowley’s fucked up plans?..Good for nothing bastard.”
“Dean!” I said through my teeth, taking offense towards Dean’s comment of Castiel.
“What? It’s true, Sam. The things Crowley holds on people? I can’t believe Cas is working with that sonuvabitch..I don’t even know who he is anymore..”
“Y’know what, Dean?” I was ticked off. Dean was becoming a total douchebag at the moment. “Cas has told you almost a million times of even more that those deals he has been making with Crowley was to protect you.”
“Fucking lies, man. What deals? Like killing off angels or bringing natural disasters to massive cities? Are you fucking kidding me?” Dean sat down in chair across from me, his scent of sex making my stomach churn with bile.
“Dean..Why, don’t you just ask Cas about the deals? Huh? He wouldn’t mind talking to you for more than just a minute. Psh, I can’t imagine why he is still in love with you. You’re a total dick.”
I could feel Dean’s posture change once those last few words left my mouth.
“Repeat that again, Sammy? What am I?”
“You heard me, Dean. A total dick. Cas comes to our hotel room almost every night, crying in the corner with his clothes disheveled..”
“Sam, don’t.” I was startled by the sudden voice of the spoken angel as he was presenting himself with his slacks and white dress shirt that was wrinkled and slightly bloodied.
“What do you mean? Cas, what the hell is he talking about?” Dean then stood up and made his way to Cas, who was backing away from him.
“Darling, it’s alright. You’re safe here..For now..” The Scottish drawl was chilling to the bone.
I could almost bawl my eyes out right now..Watching Cas’ posture trembled in fear of the cross-roads demon and the current and permanent King of Hell..
“Hello, boys..Long time no see..” His smirk and his black attire never changed.
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