Enormous, huge THANK YOU to my amazing, brilliant and wonderful beta bethanyyerinn, not only for beta reading, but also for great suggestions. Lots of hugs to you, darling!
It was a stormy night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down like a raging ocean. Castiel was flying near the black, ominous clouds when thunder rumbled and rolled. Something flashed. It was a white, blinding light and the angel closed his eyes for a few seconds. Instantly he felt that something hit him and sent electric sparks through his body. Castiel lost his balance and plummeted down with a terrifying speed.
The Winchester brothers were staying in a small town called Hemingford, which is a little place nestled in Nebraska. There had recently been killings there, caused by a shape shifter, but the hunters already took care of that. They were still at the hotel and planned to leave in the morning.
It was 4 am and the brothers were in a deep sleep when something crashed down in their room, knocking the nightstand over and breaking a lamp.
"The hell?" Dean muttered, immediately sitting up in his bed and grabbing Ruby's knife, which he hid under his pillow while he slept, just in case.
Meanwhile Sam turned the lamp on—the one that wasn't broken, that is—and the hunters gasped. Something, or maybe someone, was crouched down and crawling on the floor. It had messy, dark hair and was clad in a beige trench coat… Wait…. What?
"Cas?" Dean narrowed his eyes and stared at the angel, who had turned around and was facing the hunter. Castiel looked utterly confused and dazed.
"Cas, you alright?" Sam asked as he shot a worried glance at their friend.
"I…I am not sure," Castiel replied, sounding lost. He scanned the room as if the answers to his questions were hidden there somewhere.
"Are you hurt? What happened?" Dean moved the comforter aside and got out of his bed. He helped the angel to his feet.
"I was flying to Egypt and was above this town when something hit me. I think it might have been lightning." Castiel blinked.
"Lightning? You're tellin' me that some miserable, shitty lightning kicked your mighty ass?" Dean chuckled.
The angel glared daggers at him. He was feeling strange and was not in the mood for Dean's sarcasm.
"It was not normal lightning," Castiel added in a cryptic voice.
"What do you mean? Do you feel anything strange?" Sam was sitting on his bed and buttoning a flannel shirt.
"I believe so," the angel said with a nod.
"Care to elaborate, feathers? We aren't mind readers. What are you feeling that's so strange?" Dean huffed, annoyed.
"I don't know…" Castiel murmured, still looking around the room in confusion.
"Okay, that was really helpful…" Dean replied, not feeling very patient.
"I find it annoying when you are sarcastic with me," Castiel snapped. Both of the brothers gazed at Cas, surprised that he would say something like that. "I didn't mean to say that…" he muttered.
"Oh, you didn't?" Dean asked dryly.
"I think I know what is wrong," Castiel decided. "I think it is related to my thinking process and emotions. It seems that I cannot hide what I really feel, think, or want." The angel frowned deeply.
The brothers looked at each other. They both had 'I have no idea what the fuck is going on' written all over their faces.
"Right." Dean rubbed his palms on sweatpants. "I guess we have to check, then," he said, as if it were obvious.
"How?" Castiel looked at the hunter quizzically.
"Basically, you think you can only speak the truth, right? You just kind of say what you think without considering how other people will feel about it." He paused, a little smile playing on his lips like he thought whatever he was about to say was hilarious. "Ok, Cas, what do you think about Sam's hair?" Dean asked, trying to make it sound serious, but he ended up snickering.
The angel looked at the younger brother. "He needs a haircut. He looks like the brunette girl from L'oreal shampoo commercial that I saw on TV last Thursday. It was in Iowa at the Blue Bird motel, when Sam was gone to get a lunch and Dean was taking a shower and pleasuring himself while thinking about…."
"Shut up, Cas!" Dean yelled, turning beetroot red.
Castiel looked startled, like he hadn't realized what he was saying until the words were already out of his mouth, and his eyes were wide. His breath was coming out in short gasps. The angel loosened his tie and gulped nervously.
"This… this is much worse than I thought," he mumbled. "I am sorry, Dean I do not want to be an inconvenience," Castiel bit his bottom lip, looking miserable.
"It's alright. No worries. It was just unexpected," Dean said with a nervous laugh.
The angel was fidgeting nervously. "I should probably leave. It would be a wise de…."
"Do you want to leave?" Sam cut in before Castiel could finished.
"No!" Castiel answered too quickly, seeming desperate.
Sam's face lit up and a huge, shit-eating grin spread on his lips. His older brother noticed it and raised a finger warningly.
"Don't you dare, Samantha!" Dean snapped.
Sam ignored him and turned to Castiel. "So, if you don't want to leave, what do you want to do, Cas?" Sam was trying to hold triumphant laughter back as he noticed how hard Castiel was fighting not to answer the question. Judging by how constipated the angel looked, the fighting must have been taking lot of his strength.
Castiel whimpered and gave a pleading look to the younger brother that clearly read 'please change the question', but Sam was ruthless and just stood there with a smirk on his face.
"So, what do you wanna do, Cas?" Sam repeated innocently.
Finally, it seemed that he couldn't fight it anymore, and words came rushing out of his mouth like a floodgate had opened. "I want to take Dean's pillow and sniff it. His scent is intoxicating and even now is clouding my mind as it permeates the room." Castiel flushed red and closed his eyes, deeply embarrassed.
Sam threw his head back and cackled hysterically. He had expected an answer like this, which was exactly why he had asked. Everyone knew that these two fools had feelings towards each other, but they didn't have the balls to admit it to each other, or even to themselves.
Dean grabbed the keys of his baby and ran out of the motel.
"I upset him," Castiel moaned, his shoulders slumped. He looked distinctly like a kicked puppy.
Sam almost felt bad for a moment, but he knew that this was going to open doors for Dean and Castiel. "No, you didn't. Leave him be. He'll be fine in the morning after a good breakfast." Sam grinned at the angel, but then it faded away when Castiel still looked miserable. He approached the angel and put a hand on his shoulder. "Cas, give us few hours and we'll figure out what happened to you and how to fix it."
Castiel nodded and sat on Dean's bed while Sam turned the lamp off and crawled into his bed to resume his interrupted sleep. Soon enough the younger brother's snores filled the room.
Castiel lay on Dean's bed, staring at the ceiling. After a while he buried his face in the pillow and inhaled deeply. It had his human's scent, which he always loved, but it somehow burned his senses even more than it usually would, filling him with a dull longing pulsating in his chest.
"Dean…" he moaned quietly. "I need you." Castiel closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath.
To be continued…