Just turn it all back.

May 05, 2012 02:01

Right. Castiel was no longer suppose to just pop up in Deans bedroom. It startled the hunter and Cas would always get an earful after his arrival. 'What is wrong with you?' 'I'm going to put a bell on you' 'learn to knock.' It was getting tiring of hearing the same lecture over and over again. So Castiel was trying to make a difference. This time ( Read more... )

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hunting_trip May 5 2012, 06:07:26 UTC
Sleep.

It wasn't that Dean didn't get enough of it these days, he did. It was that running- constantly running- motel room after motel room- got tedious. Crappy complimentary cable and nearby bars were usually his only form of entertainment, and the latter... well, yeah, okay, so it'd been calling his name, but that's part of the problem, isn't it? After Cas caught him wallowing around in his grief and his own strewn mess, smelling like sweat and whiskey, putting his ass in his place (like he always did) was sort of an eye-opening experience.

Well, you know. Kind of. It's not like he quit the stuff, hell, yesterday he made pretty good friends with Jim Beam. Just... a little cutting back never hurt anyone.

Fuck, he needed a drink.

So, instead, he turned to sleep. At least, until someone started knocking at his door.

There were a few things wrong with that event- mostly because it wasn't followed by 'housekeeping?' Nobody should know where he was, nobody should be here, and more importantly, nobody he knows would bother knocking. ( ... )

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holy_hand_print May 5 2012, 06:32:01 UTC
Had Castiel done it right? He wasn't getting response. It was two in the afternoon, the Impala was out front which meant Dean had to be here. The angel wrinkled his nose, staring at the door as if his gaze alone would will it open. No such luck.

But then Cas heard the click of the peep hole cover being moved and the angel blinked, leaning in and peered back through the hole. So Dean was here. A moment later his guess was answered as the hunter pulled open the door and stared at him in surprise. Well, that gun in his face was no good was it?

"Hello Dean."

His deep voice greeted, eyes falling down on the lowered weapon before flickering back up to the owner. Cas held up his bags as evidence. "I brought you food. You said it was rude to just appear in someones motel room. So...I knock."

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hunting_trip May 5 2012, 06:38:18 UTC
Dean stared at him a second, until- holy god what was that glorious smell? His eyes fell to the bag as Cas held it up, and he automatically tucked his gun into his waistband and lurched forward to tug the bag out of Cas's hands.

Cas brought food. All was forgiven.

"Come to daddy," He made a pleased sound, beaming happily, and nodded Cas in the door. "And don't... do that. Knocking thing. It's creepy."

...Alright so it was contradictory, sue him, but he... was kinda fond of Cas just popping in whenever. Also, people knocking on his door was never good. He shut it as Cas walked in, bolted the latch and locked the knob before tossing the bag onto the table. Moved to the small kitchenette to get them both a beer from the fridge. "What's the occasion? Did somebody die? Am I dying?"

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holy_hand_print May 5 2012, 06:47:56 UTC
There was no need to get all grabby hands, Dean Winchester. Castiel had brought the food for you, it wasn't going anywhere. The angel raised an eyebrow as Dean took the bag and made a strange noise of pleasure.

Huh.

And then proceeded to tell Cas not to knock on the door.

And now Cas frowned.

"You said before it was inappropriate for me to just appear in your room. Which is it?"

If Castiel was offended by the constant back and forth he didn't show it. The angel followed right on in after Dean, invitation be damned, before taking a seat at the table as Dean fetched them their drinks.

"You are not dying, Dean. I simply had some time to spare and figured you would be hungry."

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