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Oh yeah. Yeah, he's got this one figured out. He knows exactly what Cas is up to in there.

He'd take care of his own business out here, except he's reasonably sure Cas is only going to be a couple minutes. ...If that. In light of that, Dean thinks he'll just wait until Cas is done with his business. He's a big boy. He'll survive another five minutes.

Try fifteen.

Man's got some stamina.

Damn, Cas. Damn.

Dean gets up and bangs on the bathroom door. "C'mon, Cas, other people here need to do things, too!"

To be fair, he did not actually spend the entire fifteen minutes jacking off. But he's not telling Dean that.

Instead, the water shuts off and Cas walks out of the bathroom with a towel and goes straight for his duffel. He looks more relaxed than he has in...ever, but he's definitely not meeting Dean's eyes and if his lack of conversation means anything, he's not talking to him just yet either.

...then again Cas doesn't often have things he needs to say anyway, so that could just be normal.

Sure he didn't.

"Took you long enough." Dean gets off the bed and heads into the bathroom, shucking his shirt before he's even closed the door. He's going to have a hot shower, thanks.

Cas dresses in a sort of stupor.

Orgasms...those are amazing. And they're supposed to be even better with two people involved?! Why hadn't he done this until now?! God he's so stupid. Stupid.

Cas gets dressed, packs up the rest of his things and throws them into the trunk of the Impala. Sam is already packing up as well, glances up as Cas comes outside and turns just a little red. That's the guy who made his big brother bat for the other team. It's weird.

Sam's greeting is choked, Castiel says 'good morning' with the same composure he always does, and Sam offers to get them coffee from down the street.

Cas decides to wait out by the car. Just in case Dean had the bright idea of walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

Dean did have that idea, actually. It's not an unusual idea for him to have.

He spends twice as long in the shower as Cas did, determined to enjoy himself thoroughly. Which he does. Happily. Okay, so he's helped out by the fact that he's in his 30s, which slows everything down, but whatever.

Half an hour later, Dean emerges from the room, duffel hefted over his shoulder. He shoves his things into the trunk, takes his coffee from Sam--what a good little brother--and shoves his way into the driver's seat of the car.

"So I say we figure out something to put Cas' Grace in, split our asses up, and go clean up some damn Leviathans. If anybody's got objections, voice 'em now."

Cas raises his hand in the backseat. Sam hides his smile by sipping his frou-frou vegan latte or whatever the fuck it is.

Edited 2011-11-25 06:44 (UTC)

How convenient that raising a hand doesn't count as "voicing."

"Right. Let's get moving, then." He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

Excuse you sir. Cas half-stands in the back and leans forward over the seat. "I have objections. We shouldn't part ways to hunt the Leviathan; we should track them down one at a time and pool our strength."

"You want your mojo back or not? This is the fastest way, Cas."

"I don't care about speed." You freaking idiot. "We should also tell Bobby to hide himself; better yet, we should collect him ourselves."

"My car is cramped enough without Bobby's bitch ass in it, too." He wants Cas back to himself as fast as possible. He'd very much like to have an angelic healbuddy on his side.

"Dean." He just doesn't understand. Cas sets out to explain it. "They most likely have already discovered that not only do we have a way to kill them, but that I'm capable of reabsorbing my Grace. We need to be more careful."

"I think Cas's got a point," Sam pipes up, concerned. "I mean, they'll go after all of us first. And they know that we're each other's weak points; you can't say that if me or Cas get nabbed, you won't go charging straight in after either of us." It's given that if Dean were to get snatched that Sam would also barrel after him. Cas- maybe, but then again the Leviathan, with all of Castiel's memories, probably know that as well.

"Dammit, Sam!" Dean slams his hand into the steering wheel and winces. Note to self, stop doing that. The bruise is getting better, but that still hurts.

"And if we're all together, they can do the same thing! They already--Sam, you didn't see it, but one of them came after me--" That's Cas' dirty laundry. Screw it. "Look. We're screwed no matter what, so why not keep doing like we've been doing?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Dean?"

"Hey, you're the one that ditched me, remember? I was all set to hunt monsters, but no. No, you decided you couldn't deal with me anymore!"

Cas is wise to be staying out of this sibling spat.

Yeah, he is staying the hell out. Don't mind him, just sitting in the back seat silently and staring at them both. This reminds him of Michael and Lucifer, before Lucifer fell. ...yeah he's not going to mention that.

"I never said I couldn't deal with you, I said I couldn't deal with what you were doing to yourself! I thought that if you had some time alone you'd get your head on straight, like last time." Y'know, when he called and you told him to get lost, and then called like ten minutes later and was like 'Sam I need you again come back to me,' right? Remember that?

Sam wrenches open the door and shoves a leg out. "But you know what, that's fine. I don't want to get in the way. I'll go to Bobby's and we'll work together."

"My head is on straight, Sam. I'm sorry that things happened and I got a little upset about them, okay? I am so freaking sorry for having a completely normal reaction to thinking someone I gave a crap about was dead!"

Okay, so it wasn't a healthy normal reaction, considering he's spent quite a while drinking himself into a drunken stupor just to force himself to sleep at night and lately Dean is entirely too good at functioning when hungover, but that's not the point. The point is that Sam is obviously overreacting.

"So yeah. Yeah, you go work with Bobby. Tell him I said hi."

No, the point is that Dean is a dick. Sam was happy to see him doing better and happy to see Cas, and now all Dean wants is a freaking honeymoon tour across the states with him.

"Yeah I'll do that." Sam slams the door, stands sulkily by the trunk until Dean pops it for him, grabs his things and marches off to find some poor sap's car to hotwire and steal. You are a complete and utter dick, Dean.

Cas clears his throat after a moment of silence. "Should I collect my things as well?"

"No." Dean slaps the steering wheel again before slouching against the seat. "Dammit, Sam."

None of that is how Dean meant that conversation to go. For half a day, things were fine and now Sam's being a bitch again and this is probably all Dean's fault, but is it really that wrong for him to want some time to himself? It's not exactly fair for Sam to just butt the hell back in whenever he wants is it?

Or no, dammit. Dean's being selfish again, isn't he. Good job, Dean. Always with the selfishness. No wonder everybody leaves.

Cas climbs out of the backseat, watches Sam walk down the road and climbs into the front once he turns the corner. He sits and waits patiently for Dean to get his head back on and start driving again.

Dean is quiet for a while and it's several minutes after Sam has vanished around the corner before Dean growls and starts the car up again, tearing down the road with more speed than is safe. He's quiet while he drives, glowering at the road ahead of him as if it's offended him somehow. When they stop for lunch, he even eats his burger with the kind of single-minded aggression he usually reserves for things like werewolves.