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But I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back
I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back
In the back of the Impala Castiel is observing Dean who is unnaturally still, hands firmly pressed against the steering wheel. Bon Jovi is playing loudly, almost too loud for how serious this situation is, Dean's fingers turn white with how much he's gripping the wheel.
Sam was caught in a siren's spell and ran off, following the monster down into its nest. He left Dean to scramble for a location and after much debate he called Castiel for help. Which is why Castiel was watching him. He was pulled away from heaven to watch a hunter find a clue. He was irritated.
" I'm ganking this bitch " Dean loudly announces almost as if commenting on the rain.
The angel is silent, unsure on how to respond.
"And when I see Sammy. I'm going to punch him. How does one get caught by an obvious trap?"
This hunt was not an easy one. Castiel didn't get it. Why is Dean so mad? Obviously they are human, they are going to fall for temptation. It's literally in their genetic make up, Castiel would know he's built multiple humans atom by atom.
"Dean. The nest is 3 miles ahead."
Pressing the gas pedal further down, speeding across the empty backroad. Dean is slowly winding up. Mentally Castiel is trying to sense for how many entities he can feel in the nest, a mental checklist.
"2 sirens and 4 human souls are currently in the nest"
Dean frowns slightly, a single hand prying itself from the wheel. Unseeing dean rummages in the Impalas glove compartment eyes never leaving the road after some fumbling he whips his hand out, and he hits the top of the dashboard. He lets out a quiet curse.
"Cas. Look in that compartment and grab those ear plugs for me." Irritation seeping into his words.
"Ear plugs?"
Although not understanding what he was asking, it didn't matter he didn't like to be ordered around and he wasn't going to let Dean tell him what to do. He stayed in the backseat looking closer at Dean's face.
"Even if I knew what you were asking me, I wouldn't grab them. You have no right to order around an angel of the lord."
Dean's face contorted into a look of exasperation, eyes slightly narrowing. He takes a breath in and opens his mouth. It shuts just as quickly and he tries again. The end of the road coming into sight. He quickly turns off the music.
"You're right, let me try again. Cas can you please look for the ear plugs in there for me. They are bullet shaped and they are in a clear bag"
Mollified Castiel takes one more glance at Dean's face and nods. Castiel moves like he has done it thousands of times, he smoothly climbs into the front seat, his body only slightly pressing against Dean's shoulder.
Dean stiffens slightly inappropriately, feeling flustered. The end of the road was near and he could hear a deep slow voice humming a quiet song. Masculine. Slowing down observing the road Dean hears the voice a little louder, off the right of the road.
"Mm Cas you hear that?"
Castiel looks up plastic bag in hand. Looking straight past Dean he sees movement. He tries to look closer when he notices Dean leaning to open the car door.
"Dean."
Dean doesn't hear him. Agitation slowly rises in Castiel.
"Dean"
Dean doesn't even look up. Eyes glued towards the door handle. Cas tries harder.
"Dean"
Castiel says it with a grace filled emphasis. It's a sharp tone. Dean's eyes snap straight on Castiel's face, eyes still glazed.
"Hm? Yes cas?"
If rolling one's eyes was an option Castiel would have done it.
"Put these into your ears"
Handing over the plastic bag Dean takes them in his hand and freezes as the siren's song grows louder, a deep sigh floats into the air. He looks at Castiel.
" Cas, you really don't hear that? It's so soothing. Try to listen cas"
Huffing Castiel takes the ear plugs out of Dean's hands. He slowly reaches for Dean's face. Holding onto Dean's jaw, Castiel gently turns Dean's head to the right and puts in one ear plug.
"Cas?"
Just as gently as the first time Castiel does the same to the next ear. Effectively quieting most of the sound, Dean's eyes immediately look more aware. His face burning and his body stiff. Three seconds pass and he pulls his face from Castiel's hands, eyes looking away out into the forest.
"Sammy is in there right?"
Castiel feels like he's missing something again. Frustrated he glances at Dean again he doesn't like missing it this time, he craves to understand.
"Yes Dean, 2 sirens and 4 humans."
Dean parks the Impala, grabs the colt and puts it in his belt. Opening the car door he gets out and rounds back into the trunk of the car. Loading up on what he needs he closes the trunk. Taking a deep breath he looks straight at Castiel, and opens his mouth.
"Cas can you back me up here?"
"Of course Dean"
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"I ganked that bitch Sammy. I can't believe you were walking around with no ear plugs on"
Cas is sitting in the back of the car observing once again. Sam definitely rolls his eyes. Unusually Castiel's still here, most hunts end with him flying off but this one was different.
"Dude. You would have gotten caught too! I know you would have. Don't think I didn't see your siren"
Dean's mouth audibly clicks shut. Eyes widening face threatening to turn pink.
"Shut up Sammy. I didn't get caught, that's what matters. I had to save your ass, ask cas. "
Sam looks back through the rearview mirror and quirks an eyebrow at cas.
"So?"
Castiel looks at Sam suddenly interested in what's making Dean look this way.
" Dean was plenty of help. He was threatening to cause harm to your body right before a voice entranced him and I had to put the 'ear plugs' in his ear."
Almost explaining it like a book Sam looked highly amused with a big grin on his face. Dean almost looked shifty, eyes darting across the road . Cas was so curious, Dean never expressed any attraction towards a male but the siren shows a form that attracts.
"Are you homosexual Dean?"
Dean sputters almost swerving towards the right lane. He curses and centers the car before speaking, his face red.
"No Cas I'm not a homosexual"
Castiel huffs, slowly moving into the middle gap of seats trying to look at Dean.
"I thought so, you seek too many women for it to be a cover up" suspicion evident in his tone.
Dean glances at Cas, who was suddenly very close and rolls his eyes.
"Cas you can't just ask someone if they are a homosexual. Also personal space. I'm driving you're going to make me crash. If baby gets a scratch on her its your feathery ass that's going to pay."
"My ass is hardly feathery Dean."
"I know. It's just a figure of speech. You know what, nevermind "
Sam stifles a laugh.
"Yeah, cas can you sit back? You might give him a heart attack. He's had enough realizations for a day"
The car goes quiet and Castiel sits back and goes back to observing Dean's face before he's called back to heaven. In a split second he's gone with the sound of fluttering wings as the only evidence he was here.
"Shut up"
"I didn't even say anything"
Silence for a minute or two.
"So, he had to put your ear plugs in?"
More silence
"You're a bitch Sammy"