Guardian-Destiel UA Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

The bed creaked underneath me when I moved even the slightest, and I knew from the sun shining through the curtains that it was time I woke up, but really all I wanted was to sleep in. I could hear Sam breathing in the bed next to mine. No doubt if I looked over his face would be buried in his pillow. I never understood how he could smother himself like that- I had trouble even falling asleep at night, and I made sure I could breathe. Slowly memories of yesterday came back, as well as the slight soreness from when Castiel had pushed me up against the wall and pressed his arm into my throat.

Castiel. Turning slowly onto my other side, I came face to face with him. “Holy--!!” He didn’t even close his eyes, he was just staring at me until I yelled in which case he realized that maybe he should watch me, and stood up faster than I could blink.

“I’m sorry.” He said, rushed. His trenchcoat was bunched up around one of his arms, and pressed to his body on one side, like he’d be lying that way for a long time. His hair was also messy, like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. It was like sex hair.

Woah, Dean. What the hell? I shook my head to clear it, reminding me on the situation. “Dude. Were you watching me sleep?” Castiel didn’t say anything, and looked at his shoes, his body rigid like he was ashamed. “On my bed?” All I received was more silence and I sighed. “I guess just relax, man. I think your taking the whole ‘guardian angel’ thing a little too seriously.”

“Yes, okay Dean. I will try to relax.” Castiel didn’t sound very convincing, like he didn’t think that relaxing was the problem.

Groaning, I rubbed my hand across my face, tossed off the thin crappy motel bed covers aside and groggily made my way to the small bathroom. I heard something shuffle behind me and glanced back to see that Castiel was following me.

“Dude.”

“I’m sorry.” Like that, he took several steps back.

“Just...Let me take a shower. I’m not going anywhere. Nothing’s gonna get me in the bathroom, alright?” I closed the door behind me, quietly, so I didn’t wake the still sleeping Sam and glanced in the mirror. As usual, I looked like hell. Inside the stall there was a strange yellow crust around one of the edges. Pretty nasty, but I’d showered in way grosser. The water felt good, and it wasn’t a different color which was a nice not always available plus. When I reached for the soap, the shower head fell off the pipe sticking out from the wall and hit the wet floor with a clang.

Without warning the door crashed open, and an angel poured into the steamy bathroom. “Cas!” I yelled, clambering to the side of the stall out of his view. “Get out! It was the shower head!” Speaking of which the water was now in a steady flowing stream towards my face. I couldn’t see much even if I didn’t have the water in my eyes because the glass door was fogged up. Barely, I could make out Castiel still standing in the doorway, like he was in some sort of shock, stare unbroken at me. Fuck. “Cas. Go. Away.” The door closed, and I leaned against the wall, my head pounding. It was too early in the morning for this.

I came out, towel wrapped loosely around my hips to Sam and Castiel talking quietly at the table. The air was cold and I shivered, going through my bag for a shirt and some boxers to pull on. I overhead Sam say something along the lines of, ‘It’s okay, do it now.’ and I stared at him expectantly.

“Dean, I am sorry for intruding earlier. I...I thought that....”

“I was in danger, got it. Man, Sam, when I found out I had a guardian angel I didn’t exactly have in mind that he would flinch at every sound and barge in on me showering.”

“Perks of being Heaven’s little toy?”

“Shut up.” Stretching out my arm, I pulled one sleeve on, it catching on my wet skin before I continued. “And I definitely didn’t think that he would watch watch me while I slept.”

Sammy gave me a casual shrug, and Castiel looked so hopeless, I almost felt a little guilty.

“You are angry.” He said, voice quiet and morose.

I sighed, buttoning the shirt up. “No, I’m not. Just don’t do it again?”

Sam fiddled with the little brochure triangle stand on the table, Castiel remained silent and I finally finished getting ready. I ran a brush through my hair once and called it done. Now that the job was done, usually Sam went about researching any new ones he could dig up on yahoo news, and if that proved fruitless-which it usually did, he would turn to one of his special websites. I’m pretty sure he had his favorite places to go on the internet. All I really did when we were searching was not search for cases and google things Sam didn’t approve of. What can I say? Research just wasn’t my forte.

So we set about that routine, only with a silent enigma wallowing in the corner in self pity and embarrassment. Occasionally I’d peer over my screen at him, to see the angel watching me. His gaze rarely was directed towards anything else as I noticed over the next hour. Finally, I couldn’t take in anymore.

“I need some air.”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam said, paying more attention to an article he was reading than anything else. “Can you bring back me some food?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that.” I put on my jacket and walked towards the door. Like I thought Castiel followed my actions and was hovering three feet behind me. Smiling to myself I wandered outside and relocated the impala, which we had had to park on a parallel street. I was hoping on being able to talk to Castiel alone. Blackbirds flew over head, and I wondered again where Castiel’s wings were. I made a mental note to ask about them later.

“So, Castiel.” I said, as he sat down in the passenger seat. “Why won’t you stop staring at me. We’re in the same room I think you can stop worrying quite so hardcore.”

For a while he didn’t respond. “I’m not sure. I don’t understand it.”

“Understand what?” I asked, flicking the turn signal on and off as I pulled onto another street. With no destination planned, I was just going to let him explain.

“I believe... I believe I am experiencing what humans call feelings.”

“What you mean like, motherly feelings?”

“No. Not those.”

“What, am I like your brother now? Dude, we’ve known eachother for barely a day. Sam’s been my brother my entire life and I can barely stand the dude.”

“Not those either.” He said, for once looking at anything but me.

“Then wha-”

“I think they’re sexual.”