Didn't they teach you Stranger Danger in school? 3b/3
Continued from here
29th August, (Wednesday)
/Incoming call; 09:38 A.M./
“Dean.”
“Holy mother of Jesus in heaven, what the fuck happened?”
“Calm down, Dean.”
“No, no, no, I want to know why I’m all sticky and content feeling when I distinctly remember not getting laid last night-holy fuck, last night.”
“You were drunk.”
“Shit. Cas, shit. I’m so sorry. I just, I don’t know what came over me. Actually, I was really horny and you are really hot and it’s not like I’m not attracted to you or anything and holy shit, I am not good in morning. Mornings are not good for me.”
“Dean, it’s okay. It was both of us.”
“You- we, phone sex, Cas. PHONE SEX.”
“Are you done with your little freak out? It was a one time thing, you weren’t in your right mind, how about we forget this even happened?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can, yeah.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Uh, Cas.”
”Yes?”
“I don’t remember much but from what I do remember, you-“
“Yeaaah?”
“You were really good.”
“… I know.”
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30th August (Thursday)
01:16 P.M.
So, what you’re saying is, you had amazing phone sex and now you won’t talk to him properly?
01:17 P.M.
Exactly, Sammy.
01:19 P.M.
a) too much info, Dean. b) Dick move.
01:20 P.M.
Dude, how am I supposed to recover from that? I mean, it was mind-blowing and it was on the PHONE, Sam. Everytime I talk to him now, I feel like licking chocolate off of him.
01:21 P.M.
Oh, Jesus. I’m coming over.
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/Incoming call; 06:52/
“Gabriel, I’m busy, what do you want?”
“So you don’t want to know that I ran into your lovely love at Harvelle’s?”
”…”
“I’m looking at them right now. Bet if you come over, they’d still be here. He’s with his brother, by the way. Good genes in the family, I’ll tell you that.
“Gabriel.”
“What? Why do you get to have all the fun?”
“Because I’m more sensible.”
“Well, I’m not the one having phone sex with a stranger. A hot stranger, but a stranger none the less.”
“…”
“Cassy? No. No way. No fucking way in Hell. You didn’t!”
“He’s not a stranger. I know Dean quite well.”
“Well done, man. I mean, I didn’t know you had it in you but you know what? After all this time being so conservative, it’s about time you blew. Through the phone.”
“For God’s sake, Gabrie-“
“Can I tell Luke?”
“NO.”
“Please please? Come on, he’ll be so proud of you!”
“Exactly. Luke isn’t exactly the best role model, Gabe.”
“Shut up, he’s the awesome-est of them all. Plus, he earns more then Michael which, I bet, annoys the crap out of everyone in our family.”
“He’s an attorney.”
“And he works that job like a hooker pole.”
“Oh God, now I have this horrible image in my head. Fuck you very much, I didn’t need that.”
“What are siblings for? Anyway, phone sex, really, Cas?”
“It was… unexpected.”
“I’d think he’d jump your bones if he saw you. Hey, what’s his brother’s name?”
“It’s Sam. And don’t you do anything, Gabe.”
“You know me, Cas. A regular angel.”
“You’re named after an arch angel.”
“So, what does this Dean dude do for a living?”
“He’s a cop.”
“Oh, my fucking god.”
“What? Gabriel. Gabriel!”
“If I remember correctly, dear brother of mine…”
“Eh?”
“You have a uniform kink, don’t you?”
“What, no!”
“Yes, you do. Don’t think I don’t remember high school and Johnny Ashland.”
“I- no-shut up.”
“How articulate of you.”
“Why are my kinks your concern?”
“Kinks? As in plural?”
“…”
“CASTIEL, YOU KINKY FUCKER.”
“Fuck you very much, you didn’t have to scream.”
“Well, Dean heard it, so yeah, I did.”
“Burn in hell.”
“Will do. I see Dean picking up his phone. I’ll leave you kids to it. Bye!”
“Gab-“
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07:15 P.M.
Why is your brother screaming?
07:16 P.M.
You didn’t happen to hear what he was screaming, did you?
07:16 P.M.
Oooooh yeah.
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1st September (Saturday)
01:00 A.M.
Hey, Cas, remember that time you told me that your brother calls you every year?
01:28 A.M.
Sorry, finishing up my reading for Monday’s class.
01:30 A.M.
It’s okay. And your name is Castiel Novak, right?
01:31 A.M.
And you’re Dean Winchester. Where is this going?
01:32 A.M.
That would mean that the Raphael and Michael Novak on the news are your brothers?
01:35 A.M.
Oh, my God.
01:36 A.M.
I’m sorry, Cas.
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/Incoming call; 1:35 A.M./
“Cas, it’s kinda lat-“
“Gabriel.”
“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong, you sound wrecked.”
“The news, Gabriel, turn on th- the news.”
“…That stupid son of a bitch.”
“Gabriel, we have to go back. We have to- we-“
“Calm down, Cas-“
“HOW CAN YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN?”
“CAS. I know, okay, I know. I’ll make some calls, find out what hospital they’re in, you pack your things, okay? Cas, got that?”
“Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Okay, good.”
“Gabriel?”
“Yeah?”
“What if-“
“Don’t, Cas. Just don’t. You know it’s not true.”
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/Incoming call, 01:45 A.M./
“Dammit, Cas, you could have picked up the phone, I was worried.”
“I- I was talking to Gabriel. We’re leaving.”
“Okay. Are you- Cas, are you okay?”
“…”
“Cas?”
“No. I could have stopped it, I could have-“
“Cas, come on, there’s no way you could have stopped it or known.”
“I did. I knew they were going to be in that car. They wouldn’t have been in that car if it weren’t for me.”
“Cas, what do you mean?”
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(1) Message: Gabriel
01:47 A.M.
Luke’s on his way, they’re at Mary Grace Hospital. I’ll pick you up in 15.
-
“Um, I, they were coming for me, Dean. They kept calling me and I got pissed after Raphael started yelling at me and I ignored all their calls and I got these voice mails and messages and they just wanted to talk, I knew something was wrong but I didn’t- oh, god, I didn’t reply and the last one said they were coming for me and that I- I needed to get home as soon as possible but I ignored it and now, Dean, they’re, fuck, they’re gone.”
“Hey, hey. That doesn’t make it your fault, Cas. You had reason to stay away from them, they haven’t been the nicest to you in the past. They kicked you out.”
“I know, Jesus, Dean, I know but I just, I can’t stop it. I-they’re my brothers, Dean. I still love them and, fucking hell, I can’t do this. I can’t, I’ll have a breakdown, I know I will-“
“Okay, listen up, Cas. None of this is your fault. It may be fate’s fault, the car’s fault, the slippery roads fault, heck, it might even be God’s fault, no offense, but it’s not YOUR fault. It’s not. So stop feeling guilty and go and see them, okay?”
“Okay. I, uh, I have to go. Gabriel is outside. I’ll, um, talk to you later?”
“Call me as soon as you land. Call me whenever.”
“Hey, Dean.”
“Yeah?”
“Are you normally this nice to people you just met a month ago?”
“I’m not even this nice to some people I’ve known all my life.”
“So, why this?”
“Because, you idiot, you’re a weirdo. Now go.”
“Bye, Dean.”
“Talk to you soon, darlin’”
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07:17 A.M.
Are you okay?
07:18 A.M.
You’re concern is soooo touching.
07:19 A.M.
Cas?
07:19 A.M.
Guess again, lover boy.
07:20 A.M.
Gabriel.
07:21 A.M.
Don’t you sound touchy? And no. Guess AGAIN.
07:22 A.M.
Where’s Cas?
07:23 A.M.
So that’s how it’s going to be? Name’s Balthazar. Cassie is currently asleep.
/picture attached/
Doesn’t he look simply angelic?
07:24 A.M.
Don’t you own beds? Why are you letting him sleep like that?
07:25 A.M.
Yeah, you try budging the guy. He weighs 70 or 80 kgs, I am but a weakling.
07:25 A.M.
Right, listen buddy, tell Cas to call me when he wakes up.
07:26 A.M.
BUT WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?
07:27 A.M.
DEAN.
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/Incoming call; 06:57 P.M./
“Cas, hey.”
“Uh, who is this?”
“It’s Sam.”
“Hello, Sam. Is Dean there?”
“Jeez, Cas, you sound exhausted. Have you slept?”
“Yes, Sam.”
“Okay, okay. Dean’s under the hood, let me just- OI, DEAN. DEAN. IT’S CAS. CAAASS. He’s coming.”
“Hey, Cas.”
“Dean.”
“You sound fucking exhausted, please tell me you’ve got some actual sleep on an actual bed.”
“Uh, not exactly. I just, we just finished the whole family meeting thing. They’re planning the, uh-“
“Funeral?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I might stay out here for a few days. I just, I can’t-“
“Cas, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“Yeah, no, I know. But, I’m just-uh, letting you know. I’ll be back by Sunday night.”
“You mean tomorrow night? Cas, is that really enough time to-“
“The funeral’s tomorrow morning. The accident was huge news, everyone already knows. I’ll be back by tomorrow night.”
“That’s, uh, that’s good, Cas.”
“Good.”
“…”
“…”
“Cas, are you-“
“If you ask me if I’m okay, I’m going to punch you through the phone.”
“I thought the expression was, ‘kiss me through the phone.’”
“That too, if you want.”
“…”
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing. Just, when did we start talking more than texting?”
“When I gave you the most amazing phone sex you’ll ever get.”
“… Ookay, Cas, I think you need sleep. Right now.”
“Urgh, I just need to forget.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Ho-what, no. Shut up, Dean.”
“Just offer-“
“Don’t.”
“Tempted?”
“Shut up.”
“All I’m saying is it could help with the, you know, frustration.”
“And I’m saying I can’t jerk off in a hospital.”
“Go to the men’s room.”
“I am in the men’s room, Dean.”
“Imagine I’m pushing you up against the wall.”
“Dea-“
“I know what you look like, Cas. I can imagine looking up at you when I’m on my knees in front of you-“
“Dean.”
“Teasing your belt-“
“Dean, if you don’t stop now, I might just come undone here. Do you really want some random guy to see me like this?”
“Hmm, point.”
“I’ll- I’ll talk to you when I get home, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
“What were you doing when you were, uh, talking to me.”
“Checking the fridge for food, why?”
“You’re completely unaffected by this.”
“I like the sound of you coming undone.”
“You’ve never heard me come undone.”
“Exactly.”
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