It's Just Pie... Ch.4 (A Destiel Fanfic)

God this sucked so much ass. Cas was gone for a fucking month and now he's standing there, in his motel room telling Dean he needed help.
"Details. Now." Dean commanded.
"Dean I ca-"
"Can't or won't?" Dean interrupted. This question quickly made Cas shut the fuck up, which pleased him. Finally that fucker decided to listen.
"It's about the Lamia," Cas said finally.
"You pissed them off didn't you?"
"They could have killed you Dean," Cas snapped back.
"So what, now they're back to go all Death Wish on your ass?"
"I don't understand that reference," Cas said, like he was fucking proud of it or something.
"It was a movie from Nineteen se- never mind… Just… Just tell me everything." Before Cas had time to complain, Dean held up his hand and stopped him. "Nope. House rules and you're in mine right now, so tell me everything."
"Well first off this isn't a home. It's a motel." Dean groaned and Cas continued, "As I said, the Lamia are back, but not for revenge…" Cas took a moment, and just long enough to get Dean impatient.
"Well, spit it out, I don't have all day."
"They took my sister," Cas said quickly. Dean took a second to retain the information.
"Sorry…" he muttered. Cas had probably been going through a lot for the past month while Dean was blissfully working away and he was probably making it worse by throwing snarky comebacks every second he got. Hey, hey, hey, now's not the time for a pity party Dean, you've gotta help this kid out so he can get his sister and you can go back to working on cars. "alright," he sighed. "Let's do this."
Lying to Sam about what was really going on wasn't the easiest, but they got by, and set off on their trip to get the knives blessed. Shouldn't be too hard, was what Dean thought, but apparently the old priest for the only Catholic church in town was hospitalized due to heart problems and all the other ones in the next few towns over were too 'unholy' for Cas… Fuck. Road tripping with a crazy asshole that didn't even bother to call in a month of his disappearance… just what Dean wanted.
"You're upset." Cas said, breaking the silence in the car.
"I'm not."
"I apologize for this Dean."
"Why me?" Dean asked suddenly, ignoring the apology. Cas looked to Dean, his eyes resembling that of Sam's when he was either saying sorry or trying to get Dean to do something for him. Dean had to train himself to withstand that look, and after a year of practice he became impervious to the look, which he took great pride in. But with Cas… with Cas, it was working. Something fluttered in Dean's stomach and he felt sick. Stop it. Get your fucking head together dude.
"Why didn't you say no?" Cas asked.
"Because they have your sister. That'd be pretty fucked up if I didn't say yes."
"Really? Is that it?" Dean hesitated for a moment. Should he tell Cas? Well they were probably both going to die anyways so it doesn't matter.
"When I was younger, my parents died in a fire… and I watched them die." He paused for a moment laughing in disbelief. He was telling a psycho who knocked him out on their second meeting about something that still gave him nightmares. "I watched them burn to death Cas... and I was only seven at the time, " Dean said, fighting back angry tears that came out of nowhere. Looking over, he could see Cas' face, filled with pity. He looked away quickly, eyes locked on the road. He hated it when people gave him that look. He didn't need someone to pity him, but it was his fault. He was the one who wanted to tell the story. Clearing his throat, he continued, "so I know how it feels to lose your family… I just didn't want someone else to feel that… that pain. Besides, I owe you for saving mine last time." Cas nodded quietly, letting it all sink in. They continued the rest of their drive in silence.
It was late when they got back, and Cas made it very clear they needed their rest. They came back to an empty motel room and a little sticky note on the coffee table left by Sam that read 'Hanging out with Brandy and Jessica tonight, hope you don't get lonely <3.' Oh man, Sam thinks he's so fucking funny for leaving a post-it note that looked like a poorly thought out love letter. Dean crumpled the note and threw it in the trashcan, feeling accomplished that he got it in the can with just one toss. Cas just sat on one of the beds, staring intensely at his hands.
"Stare any harder and you'll burn your hands off." Dean scoffed, Cas just threw a questionable look at Dean. Cas' awkward stares were growing on Dean, and he tried his best to fight a grin.
"My name isn't Castiel," he said suddenly, "It's Jimmy. Jimmy Novak. Ever since I was a child, my sister and I were trained to hunt monsters, along with our other brothers. Unlike them, we had an immense hatred for it… still do, so the two of us ran away and moved to Kansas to try and get away from our old life. We didn't want to hunt anymore. We were tired. Tired of fighting and risking our lives every minute of the day. We couldn't find jobs so she suggested we run our own business; the bakery. We built it from the ground up and made it into what it is today. We've been through so much together… I just… I want to see her safe."
The information Cas was throwing at Dean surprised him. Where the fuck did all of that come from? It took Dean a few moments to process all the information before he could even speak. He walked over and sat next to Cas, putting an arm around his shoulders. That's how you're supposed to comfort people right? Wait… stop being so self conscious and say something.
"She'll be fine," Dean said finally. Cas just hid his face behind his hands. "Hey, buck up dude. Don't start crying on me. We already had one chick-flick moment. We don't need another one. Hey… Cas? Hey, dude," Dean stood up suddenly, facing Cas. "Dude, she's fine. If she can fight as well as you do I'm sure she's ok." Dean said, slapping Cas on his shoulder. Cas jumped a little and looked up at Dean with the same puppy dog eyes he had on in the car. Another flutter in Dean's stomach. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Did he eat something? Or maybe he drank too much the other day. Dean knelt down in front of Cas, holding his shoulders firmly and giving them a little shake, gesturing once again that she'd be fine. Cas gave him a little smile and the fluttering came back. Dean tried to ignore it the best he could by distracting himself. What was he gonna eat for dinner tomorrow? Is Sam having fun with his friends? Did he bang Jessica yet? Her eyes are really pretty… Damn, Cas' eyes are so blue. How is that possible? His little scruff of a beard looks so itchy, but his lips look so fucking soft… and warm.
Before Dean knew it his lips had met Cas' and his mind shut down. His body began taking on a mind of its own, shutting his eyes and letting his desires take over. He positioned himself over Cas, opening his eyes slightly to see Cas' expression. He looked down at Cas, his eyes shut tight, his face flushed a bright red. Dean was now in control of his body again, and he rolled over on his back smiling brightly. Cas looked over at him with a dazed, confused look and Dean shot him a large grin.
"Night Cas."