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{perkynipples} You don't understand. I NEED pie.

Castiel had had ample time to stew in the juices of his misdeeds long before he returned to the bunker, his groceries in hand. When Dean was not there he grew agitated. When a full day came and went without word from either of the Winchesters he grew worried.

Considering the present climate of chaos in their lives any number of unsavory scenarios had occurred to Castiel as possibilities for their absence - but Dean has forbidden Castiel to go to him, so he tries to comply with Dean's wishes for once and stays. That doesn't mean it's easy. It doesn't mean the combination of his own intense guilt, his feeling of helplessness, and general ill-ease about Castiel's fight with Dean has made it easy. By the time he hears the impala pull up outside he's worked himself back into irritation again, almost anger, and so when Sam and Dean finally make their way in the door the first thing that comes out of Castiel's mouth is a very gruff and confrontational "Where were you?"

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Sex dungeon? Sam isn't even going to touch that one with a ten foot pole. Nope. He sighs and stops behind his brother, fishing out the keys from his pocket.

"No, Dean. I just merrily agreed to lock him up for you in chains in our 'sex dungeon'. Of course I told him that." Okay, so maybe he was going to go there a little, but only in hopes of pointing out to Dean what he just said in case he missed in, and in hopes that he will get a damn clue already. He hands over the keys.

"I know it's hard for you to forgive when the people you care about mess up big, but you've gotta remember that I have the certainty of knowing you're still my brother when I mess up. Cas still looks at you like he can't believe you're real. His concept of family isn't the same as ours is, he's never had a friend before, and he's never had -" too much. "Well, you get the idea. Cut him a few breaks if he acts like he's fifteen and going through his first break up. What he's doing is obnoxious, and kind of stupid, but you can't say he's not trying."

Sam's right.

He hates those words, just about as much as he hates some other ones like, out of beer and parallel parking, because they're all bullshit. Sam's right has to be the one he hates most right now, though.

"I don't know what the hell he wants from me, Sam," Dean says finally, resignedly, and closes his eyes, because he's so, so fucking tired.

"Seriously?" Sam blurts it out without asking because damn it, Dean. It's one thing to be oblivious to your own emotional melodrama, but surely he should know that - ugh no he shouldn't it's Dean.

"Maybe this is going out on a limb here, but ... you know you could always just ask him."

"Yeah, seriously, don't be a dick."

Dean crosses his arms, stares him down and doesn't say anything for the longest time, too busy being pissed and cranky and goddamnit, no, he really doesn't want to have this talk.

"I don't even think Cas knows what he wants half the time."

He's not trying to be cruel, really he's not, he just ... how can Dean not know? He sighs exhausted and runs a hand through his long hair, scratching his scalp.

"Well, if he doesn't know then you and he are the only ones that don't." He shakes his head and just ... it's his instinct to want to look after Dean, and try and help him through his emotional ... whatever - but at the same time it's not really his place to spell this shit out for Dean. "He wants the same thing you do."

God, he really wants to take a pair of shears to that, really, really bad. Dean gives it a look and then shakes his head.

"...What the hell are you even-- dude, go to bed, okay, you're clearly tired."

And that's easier than thinking about what Sam means, about what he's implying, because he really doesn't want to look that far into things.

He can't force his brother to do anything about it if he insists on being stubborn, but he's done what he can short of locking them in their together, which as tempting as it is would probably turn out to be a bad idea in the long run.

"Whatever you say, Dean. Look, you don't have to figure it out with me. It's him you've got to talk to. Just don't be a stubborn ass." He claps his brother once on the arm, gives him a supportive smile and then steps back.

"I'll be in my room."

He is not going to have this conversation, he's going to get Sam tucked back into bed, and then he's going to drag Castiel out of the fucking sex dungeon that isn't a sex dungeon, and he's going to drag all of them together so he can keep a fucking eye on them.

"Stay put," Dean mutters, and works on getting Sam there, holding a hand at his shoulder until he's sure he's okay. "I'll figure this shit out."

Sam feels like crap, but he doesn't need to be fussed over the way that Dean wants to. He's half convinced that Dean's doing it at least in part to avoid dealing with his own shit. "I'm fine Dean. I can make it to my room by myself. Go deal with your angel."

He brushes him off, gently but firmly and then heads back the way they came out of sight.

No, he would never dodge responsibility like that. Nope. Not at all. Why would you ever think that. "He's not my--" Dean snaps it and gets as far as the door before he finds himself with nothing to do because Sam's safe and he's out of excuses

Dean huffs, and starts toward the stupid fucking not-a-sex-dungeon that is totally a sex dungeon, and stands in the doorway.

"What the hell, Cas."

It's not like Castiel is an idiot. He knows Dean isn't going to like this, but until he can think of a more permanent solution it's the best thing he's got. He looks up from where he is sitting quietly against the wall with a book in his hands and sighs, setting it aside. "Hello, Dean. I see Sam has explained things."

Oh, really. Really, with the books and the nonchalance, and the -- Dean makes a noise in the back of his throat, and stares. He's got to be fucking with him. Seriously.

"Gimme your hands."

"Dean," his voice sounds exhausted, as if Dean is missing a very obvious point. "I'm not suggesting this as a permanent solution. You said that I can't guarantee that I will stay, this way I can. I can't fall back on Naomi's programming and neither can she take me. I am doing this willingly, I want to be here. This is where I want to be."

"When you go dramatic, you go big or go home, huh."

Dean reaches into his pocket to grab the lockpick kit, and crouches next to him. He gets the sentiment behind it, but he's not -- no. They're not doing it this way, Dean just is not going to deal with this level of bullshit tonight. He sets in on the locks, face pinched, sour, lips pressed into a thin line.

He thinks about arguing and thinks about earlier and then the fight goes out of him. His stomach twists unhappily and gives his wrists over but turns his eyes away from Dean to look past him at the wall opposite. "You won't even let me try, will you?" He doesn't mean it to come out as sulky as it does but really Castiel is at the end of his patience. He can't take another year of this, he feels like he can't take another day.

There we go. Dean lets some of the tension slip out of him once Cas stops fighting, and so he undoes the first lock, letting Castiel's hand drop as he goes to work on the second. No, he really doesn't intend to let Cas try and stay down here.

"This isn't meant for time-outs. If something comes for you, or someone, then you can bet their ass they're gonna go through me and Sam, too."

He's not reading Dean's mind, but what he says puts the pieces together well enough. "I meant you're not going to let me try everything I can to fix this. I can't give you the security that I won't leave if I can't give you some kind of guarantee. I thought this could be it. It was all I could think of."

He hasn't even been down there an hour but already his wrist is sore and a little stiff from the tight cold metal. "Dean."

"You're still healing," Dean says firmly, and undoes the second one, grasping for his wrists. He checks both of them over with clinical efficiency, and then turns his attention back to Castiel, lips twisted into an unhappy look at what he's saying. The idiot ought to know better, but no, of course not.

"You're coming upstairs with me. You're gonna sit upstairs on the couch with me, and then if Sammy's still up, I'm gonna drag him out, and then the three of us are gonna crash on the couch."

"Dean you don't have to ... " he huffs unhappily and looks away. "Don't bother Sam. I didn't do this to get your attention or impose my company on you. You don't have to put your brother between us. I know you're uncomfortable around me. You've made that abundantly clear."

It hurt, but seeing Dean use his brother as a buffer hurt more and he'd rather Dean push him away once outright than patronise him and made Sam play babysitter to them both.

It doesn't matter why he did this- Dean's still pissed that he did, but the why doesn't matter. Dean kicks the cuffs aside, and starts pulling at Castiel by his jacket, having none of his stupid, whiny bullshit right now, because no, just no. No.

It's even worse when Cas says that - putting Sam between them? Jesus, that's not it at all, that's a terrible idea. "I can fight my own battles, don't need Sam between 'em," Dean says mildly, and stares until Cas gets up and follows him.

"Then what are you doing? You don't have to babysit me." He stands up when Dean starts pulling but he stays standing in the same spot, digging his heels in, going nowhere. "I won't put you out of your bed just because you didn't like my solution. This is completely unnecessary."

"Apparently, I do," Dean mutters sourly, and stares in disbelief when Cas decides to dig his heels in like he's not fucking going anywhere, like he's going to sleep down in this stupidass pit. No, that's not going to work at all, and Dean's not going to let it happen.

"Cas, stop being an asshole, okay, and get out of here."

He gives up. Dean wants him out of the dungeon, fine. He'll go. There's absolutely no sense in arguing it because Dean is just going to keep badgering him to go. And when the angels find a way to take him or they get separated again it will be all on Castiel once more and he can't stand the thought of it but figures he might as well get used to it. It is inevitable.

His face hardens a bit in anger and he stares intensely at the other man, before finally moving forward, storming past him and heading for the door. He doesn't know where he's going yet, just not here.

Finally. Dean lets himself relax just a little bit, relieved that he isn't going to have to try and drag the moron out of there, or worse, have to bunk down there with pillows and blankets just to make sure that Cas is okay, that he gets some rest. Except, well, nothing goes according to plan there and Cas pushes past him, heading for the door, and that's not how that was supposed to go.

Son of a bitch.

Dean moves after him, feet thudding heavy against the floor as he follows. "Cas."

Castiel isn't really thinking about what he's doing at this point, he's just angry, and hurt, and a thousand other things that he really doesn't know what to do with. And they need an outlet but there isn't one. Dean wants him to stay so he tries, but then he wants him to leave the dungeon so he does, and now he's following him with some other set of needs and or desires and Castiel just needs to get away as far and fast as he can. There's nothing for that either because he's injured and Dean isn't and he's gaining on him.

"You are the most infuriating person I've ever met!" He says it in a loud frustrated roar, spinning around and deciding without really thinking about it that since he can't have space he'll take the opposite. He strides forward meeting Dean halfway and grabs hold of his shirt, backing him up into a wall not far from the door. He does it with all the force he had used in the alleyway so long ago, but instead of throwing a punch instead he meets Dean's face with his own. He kisses him long and hard and possessive and demanding. It's not remotely nice or sweet, all anger, and sadness, and fear and desperate need.

{perkynipples} You don't understand. I NEED pie.

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