dean has been waiting around for cas to show up all week, and castiel finally arrives with seemingly no purpose but to fluster and confuse dean.
warnings/tags- gay men, flirting, misunderstanding, cas being stupid and a baby and cute, dean being tired of the bull, mention of kink (barely), dean putting up w cas cuz he’s secretly hopelessly in love with him <3
Sam and Dean been staying in a grotty little motel in North Carolina, more grotty than the usual. Not that that bothers them much anymore, but it did bother Dean when he woke up on Tuesday morning with a cockroach sitting on the freckles of his nose. He’s dealt with much worse, but it was just another ‘screw you’ onto the endless pile of ‘screw you’s. All they can hear all night is the couple next door with some very audible fetishes. There aren’t any bars nearby, leading to a heated argument with the receptionist at the motel, in which Dean insisted that, ‘There has to be a bar somewhere, what kinda footloose ass town has no bar!’.
The case isn’t too out of the ordinary, but it sucks ass. Ghosts with an affinity for septic tanks, equals very shitty week for the Winchesters. Cas hasn’t graced Dean with his presence in a week, no matter how angry his prayers, which as much as Dean tells himself that he’s praying for Castiel to come to help with the case, he knows he just misses him.
Castiel’s whereabouts are unknown, as well as what the hell he’s doing. Dean finds himself increasingly frustrated by the wandering angels dissapearances, his prayer today going along the lines of, “Cas, where the hell are you.. heaven and hell both hate your guts, so where else can you frickin be! If you don’t haul ass over here I swear, when you fly back here, I’m gonna-“ and then tailed with some creative threats and some culture references Cas wouldn’t understand, as most of Dean’s prayers go.
And, as it always goes, Dean arrives at the motel later on in the day, Sam back at some library, to see Cas perched in the corner. “Cas you need to stop doin’ this disappearing and reappearing with no warning or-“
Dean sighs, rubbing his face, before dropping back onto the bed. “Hi Cas.” in the second that it takes for Dean to blink, Cas is suddenly uncomfortably close in front of him, looking down at him on the bed. Dean tries not to look at him awkwardly, shuffling to sit up, taking off his boots so he has an excuse to keep his head down and hide the humiliating blush on his face, that Cas likely wouldn’t understand anyways.
“Dean, when did beetles begin to create music? I did not remember God giving them the capability to do that.”
Dean looks up from his boots, and sighs. it’s a louder sigh than his first. Imagine a very dramatic sigh.
“What the hell are you talking about.”
Cas’ head tilts at him, like it’s obvious what he means. “I said, when did beetles-“
“Cas i know what you said, i just don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” He says this looking up at Cas, with a very overwhelmed look on his face, which Cas does not read.
“So beetles do not make music, that’s what i thought.” Cas smiles a little, like he’s proud of himself for being correct that beetles do not make music. Dean is not so proud.
“Is that all you came to ask?”
“If it isn’t the beetles making the music, who is?”
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