Fic: Your Guardian Angel 1/1 Supernatural Title: Your Guardian Angel. Author: Lopaka Tanu i_want_2 Recipient:devilyouwere Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Mentioned Violence, Mentioned Underage Sexual Encounters, Mentioned Partner Betrayal, Mentioned Child Abuse. Spoilers: 4x16 On The Head Of A Pin Word Count: 5488 Notes/Prompt(s): 5. Teen Dean accidently meets Guardian Angel Cas. Summary: Jimmy Novak is on his honeymoon when he meets a seductive stranger. Things get out of his hands fast. June 15th, 1995. Mid-Glade, Florida.
A sidewalk cafe in the heart of Florida during June was not a romantic honeymoon setting by any stretch of the imagination. The bugs alone were enough to drive one insane. Since it was hot enough to fry an omelette in the shade, it didn't really matter where they sat.
Tugging on his collar, Jimmy sucked in a heavy breath. The thick humidity made it almost impossible to breathe any other way. It was oppressive and every where. Even the A/C back in the hotel room had labored against it.
That had been hours ago and the heat index had only climbed with the rising of the sun. It was easy to understand how people could die from it in January now that he was here. This place was surely a test of faith on par with Job.
Why else would they be here?
As he picked up his glass of lemonade, Jimmy glanced over at his new wife. Oh yeah, he remembered now. He took a sip, but couldn't taste the drink.
Fanning herself with a 'Lady's Home Journal', Amelia looked half sweated through her silk blouse. Any more cloth and she would have never left the hotel.
Jimmy found his eyes drawn to the beads of sweat that ran down from her throat over her chest. A particularly bold one disappeared down the crevasse formed between her breasts. Tugging on his collar, he swallowed around his thick tongue.
If she only knew what he wanted to do with his tongue... Smiling more to himself than anyone else, Jimmy forced himself to meet her eyes.
Amelia stared back at him over the wrought iron table. Her gaze held anything but seduction. "Do not even." Sucking in a quick breath, she was unaware how this raised her breasts. Without a bra, the silk hid nothing. "It is much too hot."
Licking his lips, Jimmy could only nod helplessly. At her annoyed throat clearing, he jerked his gaze up from her breasts once more. Coloring about his face, he scowled. She was his wife darn it! He should be allowed to stare.
He had to look away to keep his head. Speaking of which, he reached down to adjust himself through the front of his swim trunks. There was no real reason for him to even be wearing them except that he had wanted to.
They should have been on the beach by now. It was the one vacation he was going to get all year. Florida had seemed like the dream place for their honeymoon. A severe Tropical Depression off the coast had put an end to that fast.
If he hadn't paid for a week in advanced for that infernal discount, they would have stayed back home. That was money they really couldn't have afforded. Heck, if he was honest, they really should have used it to put a down payment on that house.
But, Amelia deserved to have a proper honeymoon. This was just unfair and very telling about how things had progressed. His life was one big bad turn after another to this point. It was by sheer luck he had even met a woman so wonderful and loving as his wife.
A resurgence of affection filled him. Turning to give her a smile, Jimmy started to reach for her hand. The withering look she gave him in return made him drop it halfway across.
Jimmy couldn't keep the hurt look off his face. He stared back at her in complete disbelief. Did she think him a sexual predator that he would try and force himself upon her after clearly stated no?
Seeing his expression made her groan. "Jimmy, please. Don't start." Slapping her magazine down on the table, she pushed her chair back. Standing up, she stretched out completely. "I'm going for a walk. If you're still excited, pick up a magazine and work it out in the bathroom before I get back."
"Very well, dear." He winced at the sound of the term on his lips. It was still so new between them that he felt embarrassed to even say it.
Her own scowl told that the feeling was mutual.
Watching her go, Jimmy couldn't help a longing sigh. They should have been enjoying themselves. It was supposed to be perfect. He had everything planned down to the final details. Satan must have been laughing at him when he made the reservations.
Picking his white Panama hat off the table, Jimmy began to fan himself with it. The hat had been a joke gift from Bob and Carol when they found out where they were headed. Little did they know how wonderful it had proven during the morning stroll. He really had to send them a thank you note.
On his own now, Jimmy decided to study the passing people. Despite the heat, the locals seemed to find no trouble getting about. May be when you lived on the face of the sun, the heat became just another thing.
A couple late model cars passed slowly up the street. People inside were snapping pictures. Jimmy smiled for the other tourists when they took his. It was always nice to be polite, his father had taught him.
He was starting to feel at ease when a loud clapping of noise ripped through the air. The cafe around him seemed to grow quiet as if sensing doom. Jimmy felt they weren't far wrong as the roaring grew.
It was a motorcycle and was coming their way. Fortunately, before it came in to view, the engine ground down. Then, almost as suddenly as it started, the noise was gone.
Sighing in relief, Jimmy put his glass to his lips. He let it rest there for a moment. The condensation from the glass dripped down his chin. It sent a shiver through him.
The peace of the afternoon was disturbed once more. The sound of biker boots smacking against the sidewalk drew the attention of more than a few heads. The noise came from behind Jimmy, yet he did not turn. It was none of his business.
Another noise came from that general direction, closer. This was the clack of something metal closing.
Jimmy had a sinking suspicion he knew what exactly the source of that noise was. He was proven correct by the smell of burning tobacco. Wrinkling his nose, Jimmy used the hat to dispel the stink.
The pounding shoes drew up even with the cafe, then stopped. A plume of smoke came floating towards the front tables. One of which Jimmy was sitting at.
Upon a surely demonic urge, Jimmy finally turned. What he saw made him dead certain this was the work of something evil.
Sweat slickening his skin, the teen stood watching the crowd of cafe patrons. Hip half cocked, obscenely showing above his low riding jeans, he leaned against a light pole. Stretching an arm above his head he tugged up his stained tanktop. This had the effect of exposing the span of his treasure trail.
The teen wasn't wearing underwear, Jimmy could tell by the exposure of dark blonde pubic hair. Mouth dry, he could only stare in open mouthed shock.
Judging by the smirk on the teen's face, he was completely aware of the reaction he was causing. The flannel shirt tied around his waist hung over a belt that barely kept his pants up. Taking a slow drag off his cigarette, he exhaled through pursed lips. To add to the effect, he winked at Jimmy.
The front of Jimmy's swimming trunks became too tight. Tugging at them, he felt his face grow burning hot. To hide his reaction, he glanced down at his drink. This wasn't right.
Snorting, the teen stretched his back even further until an audible crack filled the cafe. He moaned softly. The caress of his voice sounded sexual to anyone familiar with the noise.
Clenching his eyes shut didn't help Jimmy any. He could still picture the slick skin of that demonic tempter. To rid his mind of this image, he tried to think of his wife. Her sweet beauty failed for form in his mind. Instead, the thought of what he could do to that exposed skin with his tongue haunted him.
Gasping, he bit his bottom lip. 'God, help me, please' he prayed. When he opened his eyes, he found them instantly drawn to the teen.
Still stretched back against the pole, the teen had spread his legs slightly. This had the effect of exposing his bulge. There was really only one word to describe the pose.
Jimmy knew instantly that this slut was placed here for him. Someone out there was testing him. They were trying his faith and fidelity. Well, they were going to fail.
Holding his head high, Jimmy looked the teen right square in the eye. He let the boy know that there was no bending or breaking his will. He would stand fast in the face of such temptation!
"Dean! There you are!" A child's voice echoed down the street.
Hearing it had an instant effect on the slut. Dropping his cigarette, the teen straightened up. He tried to wave away the smoke around him with his hands. It was too late.
The sound of high-tops pounding against the pavement preceded the arrival of a kid about ten or eleven. Shaggy hair flopping about his head, he smirked up at the teen. "Dad's looking for you." The way he said it made it clear that it wasn't for any good reason.
Swallowing, the teen reached out to flick the kid in the ear. "What did you tell him, you little dork?"
"Oh, nothing, much." Shrugging, the kid rubbed at his ear. His triumphant smirk told a different story.
"Damn it, Sammy, I paid you to cover for me." Dean scratched at his stomach. With a grimace, he tugged his shirt down to cover it. Tugging up his pants, he untied the flannel shirt. This was followed by a scrubbing at his face and hair. By the time he finished, he looked more his age and less like a pornographic image.
"I did." At his brother's glare, Sammy rolled his eyes. "He think's you were at the library looking up..." As if he just noticed they had an audience, the boy grew quiet. "You know."
"Fine." Just to be annoying, Dean smacked the kid in the back of the head. "He better not think otherwise or you're dead."
"Jerk!" Rubbing at his head, the boy stuck his tongue out. He ducked out of range of the teen's reach. Sticking out his tongue again, he ran back the way he had come laughing.
Seeing that his opportunity was lost, Dean shook his head. He cast a quick glance back to the cafe. His eyes quickly fell on Jimmy. The smokey look he sent the man left no doubt of his intentions. Then he was off at a full run after his kid brother.
Jimmy sat back a little stunned. For the first time in his life, he sucked in the smell of burnt nicotine eagerly. Lord above, that had been close. Rubbing a hand over the lower half of his face, he swallowed.
Something that Amelia had said came back to him. She had told him to get himself a magazine and work it out. Oh, heavenly father, if she knew what type of magazine he was considering she would kill him. Much to his surprise, he didn't really seem to care.
That scared him enough that he stayed put.
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Giving the handle a slight twist, Jimmy pushed the door in. He was careful not to do it too quickly. A soft rumbling filled the hallway, reminding him of why he had come back early. Flashing lights from the window down the hall startled him enough to lose his grip on the handle.
The loud echo of the hotel door closing behind him caused him to wince. He hadn't seen the 'do not disturb' sign, but that didn't mean Amelia wasn't in the room. It was dark and hard to see what was where. He had to admit the blinds worked wonders.
Stalking quietly, he walked down the short hall in to the main room. The bathroom light was off. That was a good sign. Amelia liked to have it on when sleeping in strange places.
Still, he was going to be careful until he saw the bed.
Coming around the corner quickly settled that. Jimmy felt a little disappointed that she wasn't in the bed. He had been hoping she would have cooled off by now. Oh well.
All need to be quiet was now lost. Plodding about the hotel he decided to check the television guide. There might be something on they could watch tonight. If his wife came back still in a snit, there would be no consummating their marriage, yet again.
He shivered as he passed directly in front of the wall unit. The sweat that had made his shirt cling to him instantly froze. Tugging on his shirt, he moaned a little from the change in extremes. He was half tempted to stand in front of the blower completely naked.
A mental image of himself doing just that when Amelia walking in on made him smile. If he positioned himself just right, she might even consider it a turn on. Then again, he realized, cold made things shrink.
Glancing back at the air conditioner, he raised an eyebrow. It may be worth it just to get cooled off.
A slow smile spreading across his face, he reached down to grab the draw string of his swim trunks.
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Snorting awake, Jimmy blinked a couple times. He blearily peered about to orient himself. It took him a full minute to realize he was back in the hotel room. A tiny shiver reminded him just what he had been doing.
Curling on his side, he dragged the covers beneath him over his body. Despite the heat, he was freezing. Settling in to get comfortable, he tugged the pillow closer under his head. It would only be a few moments before he was back to sleep.
Thoughts of trying to entice Amelia were far from his mind as he drifted off again.
Across the room, the old console television snapped on. There was only static on the screen.
As Jimmy lay snoring, the lights around the motel flickered.
Outside, lightning flashed. The clap of thunder rumbled through the hotel a few seconds later.
Blissfully unaware of all this was the man in his sleep. For a moment, his breathing hitched. Then he sucked in a loud snore. This was punctuated by a half grunt.
Sitting up on the bed, he looked around. The room lights all came on at once. Blinking at them caused them to go out. He turned to glance at the television.
It shut off with a loud click.
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Sitting on the back stoop of their building, Dean held the dilly bar to his lips. It was melting, but he didn't care. The cold felt really good against his bruised flesh. He had no proof, but he believed that stray slap during training had been punishment for leaving Sammy.
Not that he didn't believe he deserved it. Far from it, in fact.
The memory of his dad's look when he smelled the sex on Dean left him shuddering. No amount of lies would cover the fact he had been slacking off. He was lucky his dad was at the bar tracking down a lead, else he would be training all night.
As it was, he was stuck here taking care of the squirt. The plans he had made with Sheila were busted now. So much for having a good time while they were stuck in Podunk City, Florida. That also left him with a shortage.
The heat of the day had broken nearly an hour ago, but the air still felt like a sauna. That probably had a lot to do with the storm rolling in. The cool air wouldn't hit until just before the rain started.
Pulling away the bar, Dean licked his lips. The flavor of vanilla and chocolate made him moan. It had been too long since he had had ice cream.
A flash of lightning overhead caused him to look up. Yet, he barely noticed the resulting thunder.
The sight of someone watching him made Dean's mouth dry. Swallowing, he forced himself to remain calm. There was no telling what reason the stranger had to be walking down this alley. A muscle in his chest clenched when he recognized the man.
A confident smirk started on his lips. The split one made him wince for a moment, but that was quickly ignored. Putting the ice cream back in his mouth, he sucked on it with a small moan.
The man's eyes were drawn instantly to Dean's lips. Cocking his head to the side, he carefully examined the sitting teen.
Feeling the stranger's gaze upon him, Dean leaned back and spread his knees. Perhaps his shortage was about to be solved after all. Dropping his head back, he exposed his neck. "See anything you like?"
Narrowing his eyes, the man frowned. "This is not the right place." His blue eyes seemed to glow a bit as he came closer.
A small chill ran up Dean's spine. May be this wasn't such a good idea after all. Then again. "That's cool. You got something in mind?"
The man did not respond. He merely continued his study of Dean's body.
That was always a positive sign. The more distracted they were with other things, the more control Dean had. Reaching up, he began to unbutton the flannel shirt. "I can do anything you like."
This time, the man nodded. "You will, Dean, one day."
Thunder crashed overhead.
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The slamming of a door awakened Jimmy. The room was solid dark and the air was out. Rubbing at his face, he wiped away drying sweat. It was too hot for him to be sleeping in a closed off room.
Beside him, a warm body shifted.
A warm feeling of contentment filled him. Jimmy started to shift so he could kiss his bedmate. He froze when he felt something that was definitely not a breast hit his leg. Eyes going wide, he pushed himself away from the man.
His actions knocked him off the narrow bed and he landed on the floor with a thump. This didn't push him far enough back from the bed for his taste. So, he scrambled away until his back hit a wall.
"Dean? Is that you?"
It was a man's voice. A very drunk and angry man.
Panic seized Jimmy's mind. He knew the name Dean, but could not recall from where. He had no doubt, though, that his bedmate was said Dean. Running a hand through his hair, he began to feel around in the dark for his trunks. Luckily, he found them by the foot of the bed.
Standing up, he quickly slung them over his hips. He didn't care if he was quiet or if he was noticed. The whys and how he had gotten there were best left to later. All he wanted to do was get out of there.
As he tied the drawstring on his trunks, he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. There was no doubt in his mind the man was coming to beat the hell out of him. He sounded like the type to do it.
Jimmy had to get out of there now!
The fluttering of wings drew his attention. It was a bird beating its wings against a window. There was a window! Rushing to the sound, Jimmy ran in to a table. As he tripped over it, his flailing arms hit solid glass. He had found the window.
Ignoring his pain, Jimmy quickly worked his away around the table and to the window. There were curtains over it but those were easily dispatched. Once the curtain was pushed aside light from a street lamp came pouring in. The window wasn't locked, much to his relief.
He tugged open the window just as the door handle started to jingle. Jimmy stuck his head out to judge how far he was up. As if someone up there was pulling for him, the room was on the ground floor, right next to a parking lot. It would hurt his barefeet to run across it, but that was better than the fate that awaited him here.
Grabbing the window sill, Jimmy put a foot through it. The sound of a key in the lock spurred him on.
"Dean! I know you've got someone in there!" The key slipped out of the lock and another was put in place.
A groan came from the bed. The springs shrieked as Dean rolled over.
Jimmy cast a quick glance over his shoulder just before he slipped through the window. The opening bedroom door gave him plenty of light to see a very surprised teen staring at him. It was then that his mind supplied the face to the name. The person in the bed was that whore from earlier.
He had sex with a prostitute.
"Get back here, you little bastard!" Charging through the bedroom door, a large man with a shotgun came storming towards the window.
Jimmy hit the cracked blacktop running. Even over the pounding of his own heart in his ears, he could make out the unmistakable sound of the gun being cocked. Casting a quick glance to the sky, he prayed that the man was too drunk to aim correctly.
"I'll kill you if I ever catch you with my kid again!"
By some miracle, he made it around the corner before the man fired.
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"Don't but dad me!" John's pissed bellow echoed through the thin walls of the apartment. "Pack your shit!"
Dean winced at the barked order. Even though it wasn't directed at him, he still felt the effects. The red mark across his face stung, a reminder of his own failings.
"You'd both better be ready to leave by the time I get back." The front door slammed shut behind their father.
The lights flickered as thunder cracked outside.
Dean looked up to the roof, but only for a moment. The storm was building fast and he wasn't sure that leaving now was a good idea. He might have said something about it to their father, but his words carried little weight with the man.
He had known it was a mistake. The man was nothing but trouble his instincts had told him. Still, there had just been something about him that made Dean give in. The memory of those strong hands on his body sent a shudder of pleasure through him.
Grabbing his last shirt from the drawer, Dean stuffed it down in his duffle. He didn't really see what the big deal was. The man hadn't offered him drugs. Sammy had been in the apartment next door with his little girl friend. It wasn't like they had anything worth stealing.
The only thing Dean could think of was that the man had...
Dean froze. Looking to the bedside table revealed a wadded ball of bills. That couldn't have been it, his father hadn't seen the money. That left only one potential fact. It was because he had been sleeping with a guy.
He didn't understand that. His father had caught him messing with guys before. Granted, they had been his own age, but still, they were guys. John hadn't said anything about that except to use protection.
"This is all your fault!" The snaughty voice came from the broken bedroom door.
Glancing over his shoulder, Dean was careful to hide the left side of his face from Sammy. "What do you want?"
"You couldn't keep it in your pants for five freaking hours Dean?" His school bag over his shoulder, Sam glared at Dean. He was standing at a hunch from the weight of them.
It was then Dean realized why Sammy was so mad. The little nerd was going to summer school to get ahead of the rest of his class. Or, well, he had been. Scowling, Dean flipped him off. "Get over it."
The next moment had Sam staring at his brother with wide eyes. "Dean."
"What?" Tying off his bag, Dean threw the flap over it so he could buckle it down.
"What happened to your face?" Sam's voice was almost a painful whisper. "Did Dad..."
"Shut up!" Anger flushed Dean. "Don't even say it, Sammy, or I'll flatten you." Cinching his buckles shut, he smacked the duffle. That was the last of his stuff he could take with him. The rest would have to stay there, just like every time before it.
He took one last look about the room. Finding the money again, he stormed over and snatched it off the table. He might as well get something out of this. That done, he headed for the door.
Dean caught Sam by the shoulder and turned him to face the front of the apartment. "Come on, Sammy. Let's get out of here."
The pain had spread from Sam's voice to the rest of his face. Staring up at the teen, he walked almost reluctantly to the door. "Where do you think we're going this time?"
"I don't know, but it can't be worse than this dump." Surprisingly, the words sounded even hollow to Dean's ears. He had found himself liking this little apartment. For the first time in years he had had his own room. Those days were probably over now.
"Yeah." Sam sounded about as convinced as Dean did.
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Jimmy was soaked clear through by the time he got back to the hotel. Of course, having on only a pair of swimming trunks didn't help matters. Storming up the stairs to their hotel room, he took them three at a time. He was running down the hall less than two seconds later.
By the time he made it to their room, he was breathing so hard he had to lean against the door. He banged his head against it three times to get Amelia's attention. If she wasn't in, he was up the creek without a paddle. He didn't have his key with him and there was no way he was going back to search for it.
That would go over well. Talking with the father of the underage kid he had just deflowered had all the appeal of three day old, rotting meat.
Jimmy snorted. Deflowered. There was no way on His green earth that the little incubus had been a virgin. He wasn't even certain he was the kid's first today.
It was uncharitable to think this way, but he was allowed some leeway. He couldn't remember leaving the room, let alone actually having done the deed with him. By the way, that was a sin in and of itself.
His face burning, Jimmy looked up to the door just as it started to open. He was surprised since there had been no sound of movement on the other side.
Face flushed, Amelia stood with the door in one hand. Staring her husband directly in the eye, she frowned. "Jimmy. Where have you been?"
"Out." He couldn't take her looking at him and quickly dropped his gaze. Pushing past her, he nearly ran in to the room. His tracks quickly brought him to the hotel dresser.
"Jimmy, we need to talk." Closing the door, she leaned against it.
"Not now, Amelia." Much to his relief, Jimmy found his wallet, watch, and keys right where he had left them before falling asleep earlier. His shirt was still thrown over the chair by the bed.
Amelia cleared her throat. "I want to go home, tonight." Fists clenched, she turned away from the door. "I know you had your heart set on this honeymoon, but I don't feel comfortable here. The heat is unbearable, the insects are everywhere, and I have been nothing but miserable since we arrived."
"All right. Sure." Grabbing his shirt, Jimmy walked over to his shoes. He put them as he tugged the cloth over his head. "Let's go tonight. Why wait?" For a reason he didn't care to think about, having his back covered made him feel relieved.
"Really?" Amelia couldn't keep the relief and happiness from her voice. "Do you mean it?"
"Yes." Putting on his watch, Jimmy smiled at her. "This is our honeymoon. If you want to leave because you can't enjoy it here, then that's just what we'll do."
That put her in to gear. "Thank you!" She smiled for the first time since they had arrived.
Jimmy smiled back at her as he dropped to one knee. "Don't mention it." Nausea over the whole situation made him want to throw up. Reaching under the bed for their suitcases gave him the perfect opportunity to hide the grimace.
He had broken their marriage vows before they had even consummated them. He was pretty sure there was a seat in hell for people who did just that.
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June 16th, 1995. Oldden, Texas.
Staring out the motel room window, Dean ignored the white flashing sign. It was near midnight, yet he couldn't sleep. They had been on the road since yesterday. That meant it was two days since he last had a decent night's sleep. He should be so exhausted that his snores would rattle the walls.
Instead, he was staring out the window.
The events of the past two days kept replaying in his mind. The more he thought about it, the less sense it made. He was never this stupid. He had never broken the cardinal rule before.
Why the hell had he brought a complete stranger in to their home?
It had taken him almost ten hours of thinking to even realize what he had done to upset their father so much. Once he realized it, Dean had been surprised John hadn't killed him. The sheer stupidity alone was enough.
He had placed them all at risk by inviting that man in. Yet, Dean, for the life of him, couldn't think of a single reason why he had done it. From the moment the man had looked at him, it was like Dean was under his spell. There was just something so comforting about him.
Dean couldn't remember the last time he had trusted a person so completely. Now, he was paying for that bit of dumbassery.
It had to be a spell. That was all he could think of. He wasn't an incubus. Dean knew this because he didn't feel like going back to sleep to dream of more sex. In fact, the thought of it alone made him shudder.
Whatever the man was, he was certain Uncle Bobby would know. The man knew everything. When they saw him tomorrow, he would ask him. May be then he would go to sleep.
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"..and the path of destruction during day two looks to be even worse. As Hurricane Luella sweeps through Florida, we urge folks to..." The reporter was silenced by Amelia hitting the mute.
Setting down the remote, she was unable to take her eyes off the screen. The sight of all that destruction made her shiver. "I can't believe it. We were just..."
"I know." Jimmy used the arm draped over her shoulders to squeeze her closer to him. The heavy weight of her grip on his knee reassured him.
Tilting her head to lean against his, she sighed. "It was a miracle."
"It was something." Reaching with his other hand, Jimmy picked up the remote. The weight of her hand shifted slightly higher up his thigh. He tracked it with wide eyes. "Amelia?"
"Let's go up stairs, honey." She added the last word with extra emphasis.
Jimmy turned off the television.
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March 20th, 2009. Cheyenne, Wyoming.
"Do you ever think about what life would be like if we were different people?" Head resting heavily on his pillow, Dean watched Castiel with half lidded eyes. "Not if we were someone else, but if we lead different lives."
"I do not." His voice low for the comfort of the injured man, Castiel studied Dean with a guarded expression. "I am quite content with the circumstances that have brought us here."
Dean snorted. "Yeah, I get where you would be."
Head tilted, Castiel seemed about to say something. That changed when he sighed. Looking away, he took a slow breath. "I do not belive you do." There was more to it, but he remained silent after that.
Sensing that it was the end of the conversation, Dean relaxed in to the pillows. He did not at all feel guilty about conning Cas in to getting him more.