The Beyonce Case

Disclaimer: Don't own SUPERNATURAL, Eric Kripke and CW do. Also don't own Beyonce's songs, they belong to her.

Pairing: Dean/Castiel


Dean was already awake and working for an hour on Sam's laptop when the alarm by the bed rang in song. It was early and it played a local radio. There was some crazy woman screaming in a slow song. Dean hated pop songs. The divas were hot, but he preferred them silent like most of his women. As he listened to the song though, his eyes went wide. It was like having a song written just for him. As if the pop singer had taken a dive into his head and written the song. It was so… Impossible. His situation was a freakish one. He would never have thought that some hot woman with a nice voice (he couldn't deny that, even though he hated pop) would understand him so completely.

"It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking"

He could remember Castiel's eyes, moments before sending him to the Covenant. He could remember realizing his loss at Chuck´s words. "There is nothing left o him". He could remember the cold feeling that gripped him when he thought the angel dead. He remembered everything he asked of the angel and he hadn't denied him once. Every rule he, Dean, had him breaking.

"It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out"

He knew that he hadn't the heart to stay away. Castiel knew all there was to know about him by just staring at his eyes, and differently from other angels he was the only to understand. He had jumped the walls the hunter had built around himself like he was running 100m with barriers. He did it with such ease that Dean could pretend he was an easy person to be around. He could pretend he was friendly like Sam, without the chick-flick thingy.

"Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace"

Dean felt, deep in his gut, that he was always safe. For somewhere, somehow, he had an angel guarding his steps and that was strength in this new ending world. Fuck Michael and all the other dick-heads. He trusted only one angel and that was Castiel. He was branded by him. Only he could have him. When he thought the angel dead he came to that conclusion. Dean had never fallen for a guy; he had his experimenting phases but never really felt anything but lust with a guy. But Cas wasn't any guy. Cas was his angel. His saving grace that had saved his ass from Hell. For that only he would be eternally grateful, and for that only he had let the angel in. In letting him in, he knew now that he was lost. He had totally fallen for the angel he just… knew he hadn't a chance. Angels didn't feel anything and with that thought he shook his head and decided to go back to work. The song though kept replaying in his head. Getting to the conclusion he was having a chick flick moment on his own he tried hard to focus on his research. Yeah, he tought to himself, he got it bad…

"I can see your Halo, Halo, Halo…"

Sam heard his brother sing for the third time that day while washing his baby, the Impala, and couldn't help but splash some holy water on his face.

"What the hell was that for?!?!" Protested Dean. Sam took the silver knife, Dean dodged.

"Who are you and what have you done to Dean?!?" Shouted Sam and continued to attack his brother.

The End