Prompts: Cat, Dark, Dragon, Tea, Whisper

Cat

They had talked about personal space. Dean forgave Cas for that, because he was an angel and this was human. He forgave him for not understanding references and common expressions, and so many other mistakes.

But the staring.

Whenever Cas dropped in, he spent nearly half the time staring at Dean. Never blinking, just staring like a freaking cat or something.

He didn't stare at Sam; he wasn't studying humans. It was just Dean.

It wasn't like Dean stared at Cas all the time either, but sometimes he glanced over. Enough to see that it was a lot.

Freaking angels.

Dark

There was something different about Cas - had been since he returned, but here in the harsh light of the crypt, Dean could hear it.

His voice was steely, dark and controlling like when they first met. When he was still in Heaven's loyal dog.

This wasn't even Cas.

And when Cas struck him, he was sure of it. Cas would never do this.

Not his Cas.

"This isn't you."

He choked the words out at Not-Cas, but the blows kept coming.

"We're family. We need you."

It wasn't enough. But Cas couldn't be gone, Dean had to-

"I need you."

Dragon

"Did I ever tell you about the time I slayed a dragon?" Dean mentioned, with an air of casualness and an undertone of bragging.

Cas opened one eye; it was to early. "I thought it was Sam who killed-"

With a sigh, Dean smacked his arm playfully. "Well, yeah. But I got the sword. Pulled it right out of the stone. Can't get much awesomer than King Arthur-ing it."

"Didn't you end up blowing the stone up?"

"Don't ruin it!" He liked to impress Cas. Dean wasn't a storyteller, but he had enough heroic acts to make Han Solo jealous.

Tea

Cas had never really traveled with the Winchesters, but he had been there enough to know that in the mornings, Dean had a beer; while doing research, Dean had a beer; before bed, Dean had a beer. Dean drank a lot. It was a fact.

At the bunker, though, it was different. Cas was a part of the family, and he noticed things.

Not, in the mornings, Dean had coffee; while doing research, Dean had coffee; before bed, Dean made himself a cup of tea and settled down for real rest.

It wasn't a monumental difference, but Cas liked it.

Whisper

They were infuriating.

Sam was happy for his brother. He really was - a real relationship, actual feelings? Of course he was happy.

But Dean and Cas were gross.

Sam could hear them in the other bed. They weren't having sex; at least he could say that much. They were just whispering to each other.

"I think I've loved you since I placed my mark on your soul."

"You saved me, Cas."

Ugh.

Sam couldn't tell them to shut up. He couldn't burst that bubble. However, if it went on much longer, he might have to get a separate room.

I did it. I finished Round 3 - 12 days late, but it's done! I'd like to say that it was the week of break that threw me off, but the truth is I'm just lazy. Hopefully I'll get back on track this week! Review if you liked it =)