Dean Winchester- Log on

So had a pretty good weekend. Taped the latest episode of Dr. Sexy, kicked back with a six pack at Bobby's, got some hot chick's phone number at some bar in town; oh and- found out that flying winged douche bags control the universe.

I suppose I should have seen it coming. I mean, why not? Just last week I remember telling Sam that there was no way there were angels and there was no way there was a god. Just goes to show that the universe likes to shove things in my face. And I mean that quite literally. Maybe I do need a therapist. God knows, there is just so much a man can take.

One minute, me and Sammy are doing the routine break in on that stupid house we've been watching and the next thing I know, I'm facing some weirdo in a suit and trench coat. I mean, who the hell wears a freakin' trench coat inside their own house in the middle of summer?

The entire situation was awkward. And the sad part is I can't even seem to get away from the guy… angel… shit.

"I believe you are trespassing," a gruff voice spoke behind me. And I mean right behind me.

Sam and I had already gotten in the house without getting busted. Really, I should have known. The door had been unlocked and everything. All that was missing was the plate of cookies with a note saying 'Welcome to my home! Feel free to look around for a bit! Oh and I'll be watching you the entire time, by the way, so just relax like you normally would in such a situation.' Cuz you know this happens like every other day in my life.

The furniture and rooms all had three things in common- old, clean, and expensive. The grandeur of the place was staggering, especially to a guy who lives in dirty motel rooms mostly. But the place had a… empty feel to it as if no one had actually lived there; which is why we found the situation so unexpected.

"Jesus-!" I gasped as I had whirled around. I hadn't even heard the guy and he was practically breathing down my neck! I heard Sam's gasp too, but at that point I couldn't keep my eyes off the dark haired stranger for two reasons: one, his eyes seriously have this intense hypnotizing quality about them. Like when you know you're not supposed to, but you stare at the sun anyways so you can see the spots erupt when you finally close them. So when I blinked my eyes I was seeing imprints of the guy's bright blue eyes behind my lids. And two, I had a sword in my face.

"Uh," I said smartly.

"What is your purpose here," he spoke again, eyes never wavering from my face. It surprised me that such a deep, gravelly voice was coming outta this little guy.

"Um."

Finally, Sam came to my rescue. Approaching us cautiously, he said, "Look, we just wanted to talk to the owner of the house, but no one was answering and the door was unlocked so-"

Sammy always did come up with the best lies under pressure. Not as good as me of course, but still.

The man finally broke eye contact with me to quickly glance at Sam, but it was only for a fleeting second and then his eyes were back on me. It was odd, but the only thought really going on in my mind was Wow, this guy ever blink?

"You are lying," the man deadpanned, looking for all intents as if he were staring right into my soul. And now that I think about it- he probably was. And it was unnerving that I had no clue from his expression if he was liking what he was seeing or not.

All I could hear in the silence that followed the man's accusation was the sound of my racing heart. Who exactly did this guy think he was? I really wished he would blink and break the tension or something but it just kept right on building until I was actually fidgeting under his stare.

"Castiel! What the hell are you doing?"

I couldn't see who it was that had yelled at my staring contest opponent (as you see my mobility was greatly hindered from the fucking sword at my throat) but they sounded mad as hell.

Castiel? What the hell sort of name was that?

Well anyway, Castiel FINALLY looked away to stare at whoever it was yelling at him. He crinkled his brow a little in what I assumed was a frown, but what could easily have been indigestion for all I knew. It was hard to tell, the guy had such an impassive face.

"Jimmy?" he deadpanned in a (moderately) shocked tone. "What are you doing up here?"

"Well I was going to check in on you and make sure you weren't up to anything stupid in my absence. It's good to know that you clearly have everything well in hand!" the man (Jimmy?) said exasperatedly. "We talked about this buddy! No assaulting guests in the house!"

Castiel tilted his head slightly in confusion and gave a suspicious glance from the corner of his eyes towards me. "You talked about it, I listened," he said belligerently. I heard Jimmy sigh. "You have told me to no longer read their minds, so I must speak to them directly to find out what they hope to gain by watching me and breaking into this house."

There were so many things messed up with that statement that I didn't even know what to be most offended about. And just as I had worked up enough indignation, both Sam and I spoke-

"Whattaya mean 'read their minds'?"

"How did you know we were watching you?"

Castiel's head tilted a little more as he stared at me fully at his uncomfortable distance (or lack thereof.) I was disappointed to note that the sword hadn't move an inch.

"The two of you have not been necessarily discrete in your observations the past two weeks," he said steadily. "And you in particular Dean speak and think very loudly and without consideration of your situation and surroundings."

My eyes furrowed. "How the hell do you know my name?"

"As I said, the two of you are quite loud-"

"A-dadahdahdah! Now hold on a minute!" I said while waving my hands impatiently. "Have you been watching us watch you?"

He nodded, clearly pleased to be understood at last.

"Come on man! That's messed up!" I yelled. Castiel lowered his head in a level two confused head tilt. I now see this is his trademark look, much like my Sexy Winchester Smolder™ (Able to knock out three girls at once!) and Sam's not so sexy Bitch Face of Extreme Exasperation™ or of Constipation™ (Able to put even Dean at his most annoying in his place!) "You can't just go around watching people! It's an invasion of privacy!"

Castiel stared at me bemusedly.

"Um Dean? That's exactly what we were doing," Sam bitched.

"I see, I apologize. I was unaware that I was breaching a social faux pas. I'll take care with how I observe intruders in the future," Castiel dead panned.

"Good. See that you do," I said with a nod.

"What are you talking about unaware? I told like a million times that what you were doing was wrong!" said Jimmy with a huff. He was universally ignored.

Finally lowering the medieval looking sword from my face, Castiel said while looking a little lost, "Well you two are clearly not any harm. Not that it matters as I am an Angel of the Lord and no mortal could physically do any damage."

"Excuse me?" It's like I keep waiting for the dude to stop speaking crazy, but he keeps putting me off guard with something new to choke on.

"Um Castiel, maybe you should keep the angel-eh usiness-bay on the down low," the voice said hastily, hindering the situation even more with the failed Pig Latin. I spun around to see the body connected to the voice now that my mobility has opened up. The body was in fact see-through and ghostly. Doesn't even slow me down. I'll worry more about meddlesome ghosts after I find out what sort of crazy pills Mr. Blue-Eyed-Wonder is taking.

"Jimmy, though as an Angel of the Lord, I know every spoken and unspoken language in the world, I am unfamiliar with the one are speaking. Nor am I familiar with a 'down low'," Castiel said in all seriousness.

The ghost guy (who I was beginning to pity) ghost-face palmed and merely shook his head, groaning, "Good God, just stop talking!"

Both Sam and I shared a loaded look, nodded to each other, and focused our attention back to the odd pair in front of us. It was time to get some answers.

"All right, Huggy Bear," I said to Castiel who was looking slightly indignant at Jimmy. He glanced at me with a fleeting confused look before his face melted seamlessly back into its passive state. "What the hell are you going on about? There are no such things as angels. Trust me, in my line of work, I'd have known by now."

In what was slowly getting on my nerves, Castiel cocked his head to the side and took another step towards me (as if we weren't already nose to nose as it was) and gave me a piercing stare. A chill ran down my spine, I couldn't be sure but it was like he was trying to get an x-ray read on me. I instantly decided that I hated the feeling and glared back at him as defiantly as possibly.

"Angels exist Dean," he spoke slowly, as if he was explaining this to a six-year-old. "As does God." Jimmy hissed in the background.

"Yah right, Saint Michael," I sneered. "Try again. What are you? Demon? Shape shifter? A crazy nutcase runaway from the psych ward?"

"I am Castiel. Michael is my brother," Castiel responded passively.

I was seriously beginning to lose my already thinned patience at this point. It's like the guy was direct and misleading at the same time and it just resulted in giving a big old migraine.

"What. Are. You," I said around gritted teeth.

Castiel's eyes narrowed slightly as he kept looking at me as if I were a puzzle he just couldn't solve.

"Everything I have said so far is true," he said. "My name is Castiel, I am an angel, and this house belongs to my brothers."

"Get the hell out of here," I growled. "There is no such thing!"

His eyes widened in something akin to wonder and then abruptly hardened. Not giving up an inch, he said, "This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

Tired of this creep and all this crap, I let reason fly out the fucking window and pulled my fist back. Before anyone could stop me, I punched him straight in the face.

I immediately recoiled and clutched my fist to my chest with a cry of pain. It felt like I'd just punched a marble statue. Castiel stared down on me in concern as I was bent over in pain. The son of a bitch wasn't even fazed.

Okay, yah, so maybe that wasn't exactly normal, but that still didn't mean that the wacko was a legit celestial being right?

"I believe that a demonstration is in order," Castiel said solemnly.

Before anyone could even move, the lights began flickering and a rush of wind blew about the room, sending loose paper everywhere. Sparks flew as all the light bulbs in the vicinity gave out one by one and spontaneous lightning streaked across the windows from outside as storm clouds swarmed out of thin air.

I looked back at Castiel and his eyes had not left my face. We continued staring at one another as the chaos flew around the room. I heard Sam's shout, but couldn't understand what he had said, couldn't look away. I was so focused on that electric, hypnotizing stare that it took me a moment to notice the shadow of enormous wings sprouting from Castiel's back across the high walls and ceiling.

Even I'm having a hard time explaining this one.

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A/N: Guys... I am so sorry for the wait. My lap top got a virus and went dead on me and it took forever to get it back, but it's back!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO SUPERNATURAL OR ITS CHARACTERS! If I did Cas wouldn't be in the psych ward right now and Lucifer would be singing more Stairway to Heaven.