Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-30 09:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, castiel, dean winchester |
Who: Dean Winchester & Castiel
Where: Hotel Room
When: Morning of tethering plot
What: Rude awakenings
Warnings: Language
In the wee hours of the morning, Castiel had felt something shift and a slight tug, but then that was it. Nothing else happened. No fireworks - or waterworks for that matter - no alarms sounding or people rushing around the halls. The scenery stayed the same, he was still in bed, Dean’s arms firmly wound around him, the gentle (and at certain times not so gentle) sound of his snores as he slept the sleep of the unknowing behind him. The slight disturbance could be chalked up to the general weirdness of this place, the magic here settling as it readied itself for another day with some fun new place it had taken them where they all had to fight something for their survival. Or it could be as nothing as it seemed to be right now. Not being curious enough to leave his cocoon of warmth until he had to, Cas chose to stay in bed and soon found himself zoning out, joining Dean in a slumber like state of his own. Hours later they were both awake and getting ready for the day. Nothing was different or dangerous as far as he could tell, thankfully, and, creature of habit that he was, slid into his usual suit and trenchcoat combo to take his early morning walk. Dean had entered the bathroom a few minutes ago, to do whatever Dean did, and Cas called out from the table as he pressed the button on the single cup coffee maker. “There’s a cup of coffee making when you’re ready for it,” he said so that Dean could hear him. “I’m leaving now, but I’ll be around. Just pray if you need me.” And with the sound of fluttering wings, he was gone, destination, the lobby. Dean had slept through the entire night, which was no longer rare for him, since sharing a bed with Cas. He felt absolutely nothing as he slept and when he awoke the next morning, everything felt fine. It was business as usual when he climbed out of bed in his boxer briefs, scratching the back of his head and just grunted at Cas in acknowledgement. He moved across the room and to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "K, bye!" Dean mumbled as he stood there in front of the toilet, still a little groggy. Just as he had pulled out his dick, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea and he was peeing on the floor. "What. The. Fuck?" He pulled his dick back into his briefs swiftly and then turned to see Cas standing there. "Dude, are you fucking serious right now? How the fuck did you do that, and more importantly, why? Also, take me back to the room now." He growled, clearly less than pleased with what had just happened. Cas was just as taken aback as Dean sounded. He had felt a tug, a big one, rooted in his stomach, and he made it to the lobby normally, but Dean’s voice sounding behind him gave him pause. And he was glad when he turned around that he had stopped. “Uh,” Cas wasn’t even sure what to say, of course he had only left the room a few seconds ago and Dean had been in the bathroom, it was far too fast for him to have made it down. He was too shocked to have come by his own steam. He waved his hand over the urine on the floor to clean it, and within seconds he and Dean were back in their room. “I didn’t do that,” Cas said, unsure of exactly what to do right then. “What happened?” Dean looked at him in disbelief and shook his head. "Last time I checked, I wasn't capable of flying, so… I'm pretty sure you had to have done something." He was relieved when they were once again in their own room, and he moved over to the dresser to put on some clothes, just in case. “What do you even mean, what happened? How the fuck should I know. I went to take a leak and stuff, you said you were going and that there was a cup of coffee waiting for me.” He pulled on a pair of jeans and moved over to the machine to grab the cup of coffee that was still hot and waiting for him. Dean took a careful sip, feeling a little less irritated as the caffeine was consumed. “Then, next thing I know, I’m standing in the damn lobby. Which, I can assure you, isn’t a very amusing trick, Cas.” “My mental facilities seem to be intact, so I am positive that I would recall deciding to bring you still urinating down to the lobby with me,” Cas huffed, shaking his head at Dean. He couldn’t really think that Cas would have done something like this, a trick that was so juvenile and not one a man would play on his other half. “I was going downstairs as I usually do in the mornings, and I left as you were ‘taking a leak’,” Cas used air quotes as he spoke the last three words because he could and that’s what he did. “I had no intention of bringing you with me.” He recalled the feeling he’d had this morning and the one just before they landed together in the lobby, and wondered if Dean had felt the same thing or something similar. “Before that happened, other than the feeling of your bodily function, did you feel anything? Something - strange, perhaps?” "The door was closed, maybe you didn't know what I was doing. Unless you have x-ray vision or- you don't, right?" Dean questioned out of curiosity, diverging from the issue at hand. He took a longer drink from his mug, now that the coffee was a little cooler. "By the way, nobody calls it urinating, and there's no reason to use air quotes for taking a leak." Maybe he was being kind of a dick, but it seemed that he had woken up on the wrong side of bed that morning and he was less than pleased by the events that had unfolded. "I was standing there with my dick in my hand. I didn't exactly notice any- oh, maybe I felt some kind of a tug or something? I don't know exactly, I wasn't really paying attention, which-" he took another drink from his mug and placed it down for a moment, going back to use the bathroom. "Whatever you do, do not attempt to fly until I'm finished urinating." Dean added with air quotes, just before stepping into the bathroom. He finished what he had been doing earlier and flushed the toilet before going back into the room. "Have you figured it out yet?" Cas rolled his eyes heavenward, though he was sure that Jack was a busy guy and he would be getting no help from there. “No Dean, I don’t have x-ray vision. I’m sure that would have come up at some point during the decade plus that we’ve known each other.” Dean was being especially mean this morning, and Cas was ready to serve it right back with a curve. “Urinate is the correct term, and, I was human in the great wide world without Dean’s Thesaurus for months and no one ever corrected me on using the word urinate instead of something less formal. So I’ll use it as I see fit.” Dean had felt a tug, Cas had felt a tug and earlier this morning there had been something else, some other feeling that Cas had stupidly ignored because it hadn’t come with any bells or whistles. But before he could relay that information to Dean, the other man was in the bathroom again, finishing up what he had started earlier. “Yes, Dean. In the thirty seconds that it took you to finish ‘pissing’,” air quotes again, “I figured it all out.” He gave another eye roll and sat down in a chair to look at the network on his phone and upon seeing nothing as of yet, he put the phone down and faced Dean again. “This morning I felt - a shift. A very small one, but I assumed that it was the hotel being the hotel and thought nothing of it. I’m not sure what any of it means just yet.” "Hey, you never know. Jack could have given you some fancy new powers." Dean shrugged it off, seeing no harm in having asked the question. Even if Cas thought it was a stupid one. Nobody probably corrected him because they thought he was crazy. But, he wasn't about to say that. He already had enough guilt over the situation. "So, you were being sarcastic when you said you figured out? ‘Cause that’s really helpful.” He muttered under his breath, finishing off his cup of coffee with a sigh. “Well, I’m fucking hungry, so...I’m going to get food. Are you coming with me, or staying here?” Cas wondered sometimes what it was that kept Dean with him, what drew him near. His confession and sacrifice? Did Dean feel responsible enough for that to simply give in and give Cas what he wanted in those last moments? But it didn’t explain the mess that was Dean when he had arrived here. Sometimes though, Dean’s sarcasm didn’t feel like sarcasm. “No Dean, go eat before we figure this out, I’ll just wait here.” His wasn’t really any better. But before he had a second to dwell on it, Cas thought again about them separating and how Dean had somehow come along with him when he’d tried to go about his day as usual. “I wonder… I wonder if you go, if I’ll be compelled physically to go with you.” Dean moved over towards the door and looked at Cas with a raised brow. He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be sarcasm, or what, but he didn’t feel like questioning it. “I mean, if you want to go with me, you can go with me. It’s not really that big of a deal.” He shrugged in response and reached forward to open the door. “I won’t be too long, you shouldn’t miss me all that much.” With that, he let the door close behind him and made his way towards the elevator. He hadn’t gotten very far when he suddenly realized that he felt stuck in his spot and that he couldn’t move forward any further. However, moving back to the door was no problem at all and Dean was left scratching his head in front of their door. He moved back to the elevator once more, only to find he was still stuck. “Hey, Cas, can you come out here, please?!” Dean shouted from where he stood, too hungry to want to figure this out now. “I can’t move and I’m hungry, so...please?” It was easy for Cas to open the door and hear the tail end of what Dean was saying because he felt like he had to move to follow him anyway; sitting still where he was wasn’t an option. When he got up and started to walk, he hadn’t realized that he had been almost - forced to go, even though he had been looking for a sign. He thought that he was moving of his own volition, and maybe he was, toward where Dean had gone off to. “I’m coming,” he said when he was in the hallway and could see that Dean was close. He waved his hand between them, trying to feel for an invisible cord that was making this happen, and even used his grace, turning his eyes an electric blue, to see if there was anything he could see between them, but there was nothing. After a minute he moved past Dean and pushed the button to call the elevator to them. Of course he could fly, but what would happen to Dean if he did? “It looks like you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.” He was relieved that he didn’t have to go in and sweet talk Cas out of the room, so that was a plus. Dean had once again felt the tugging pull when he hadn’t been able to go any further, and when he moved back to the door he felt the slack between them. “Whatever, I don’t really care. If I can still eat, that’s all that matters to me.” Being stuck with Cas definitely wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him, and if he had to be stuck with someone, at least it was with someone he didn’t mind seeing. “Just try not to go off flying again, alright? That was very unpleasant.” Dean added as he stepped forward and into the elevator. “I’ll try not to take too long. Was there something you wanted to do?” If Cas had to be stuck with him, the least he could do was be courteous over what they did together. “At least we’ve got a pretty good distance between us. That way we don’t have to be all over each other or whatever.” “I wouldn’t do anything that I thought might hurt you. On purpose. I have no desire to test teleportation with you again, in case something goes wrong and we can’t fix it.” It wouldn’t hurt for him to walk around for a while. The feelings he got when he was away from Dean and close to Dean led him to believe they were tied together. Perhaps not literally - or visibly, but they were stuck with each other. Which was okay. Cas didn’t mind seeing Dean all the time, he liked the thought, but he could do without some of his more cutting words. He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, and when they reopened a few seconds later he stepped out, heading to the kitchen. “I don’t have anything else to do, no. Take your time and do whatever you need to, and I’ll just follow along as you live your daily routine. Although, I draw the line at joining you on picnics or - things like that while we’re tied together like this.” He was teasing about the last part, and the lightness in his voice and small smile showed it. Dean turned to look at Cas with an amused grin and reached out to swat his ass. “Does that extend to all picnics, or just ones involving cute girls?” He teased in return, making his way to the refrigerator to grab some eggs and bacon. “I mean, since we have no choice but to enjoy each other’s company, maybe we could have a picnic of our own?” Dean and Cas didn’t always spend a lot of time together, despite sharing the same room, and he figured that maybe it would be a nice idea. “Although, maybe a little later in the day? Unless it’s not too early to start day drinking.” Cas took a seat up on the counter while he waited for Dean to gather his supplies and ready them for cooking. “Cute girls. We can go on dates with other good looking people after this bit of fun is over.” He wondered if Dean would get jealous if he actually did do something like that, but he just couldn’t manage any actual attraction to anyone other than Dean so it was probably pointless to even wonder about that. “A picnic with just the two of us would be nice. Maybe something this evening. We can even shoot for romantic if you want.” Dean hid his smile over the jealousy that Cas felt in regards to Daphne. He had never meant to upset him, and he didn't plan to tease him about it, but it was kind of cute. He wasn't really sure how he would feel if the tables were turned, but he didn't think he would be too jealous. Maybe if it was a dude or Meg, but thankfully, she wasn't around. He started cracking the eggs into a bowl and upon dropping the shells in the trash, he moved to stand in front of Cas on the counter. Dean looked at him in adoration and rubbed his hands over his legs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. "I'm sorry about earlier, I was just cranky." Another kiss and his hand came up to run slowly through Castiel's hair. "I love you, and I would be more than happy to have a romantic picnic with you later today. I- well, I was going to say I would surprise you, but I don't think that's possible right now, so, we'll set it up together. We can take a boat out on the water, or relax on the beach together." |