Angel

Chapter 37

"I just want to go for a run!" Dean yelled with a smile. Castiel was tugging on the back of his shirt.

"You never want to run!"

"I just need some air."

Castiel leaned his forehead against Dean's back. "Why?"

"I feel like doing something, or than coming in my pants."

Sam laughed, "You, Dean Winchester, cummed in your pants?"

Castiel nodded, "Mhm."

"Shut up! I didn't want to okay?!"

"Aw, chill baby." Castiel planted a kiss on the small of his neck.

Dean rolled his eyes and jogged up the stairs to his room. Castiel stood downstairs completely confused.

"What's his pronlem-o?" Gabriel asked, munching on some candy.

"I don't know. He apparently really wants to go for a run." Castiel took the cap off of a beer and took a swig.

"I think he needs to go out for a hunt. It's been a while since he killed something."

Castiel set down his drink. "I love how it's 'since he killed something' because everybody goes out and kills to feel better."

"The demons way of being happy." Gabriel mumbled.

"What?" Castiel looked slightly mad.

Gabriel looked at Sam for help. "Nothing. I didn't say anything."

"You did say something and you better repeat it."

Sam was about to step in. "I'm goin'. I'll be back later." Dean jogged down the stairs and quickly gave Cas a kiss. Castiel didn't kiss back which worried him.

"Everything alright?" Dean noticed the death glare Cas was giving Gabriel.

"Just go for your run."

"What's going on?"

Sam hesitated, Gabriel didn't say a word. "We're getting married!"

"Wait, what?!" Dean looked at his brother who had a awful fake smile.

"Gabe proposed on Christmas."

"And you didn't think to mention it until now?!"

"Well, I figured that maybe now would be a good time."

Dean glanced over from Castiel to Gabriel, both starring intently at each other. "What the hell is wrong with you two?"

Castiel dragged Gabriel out of the bunker by his shirt. Sam looked at the two, definitely irritated.

"I missed something."

Sam rolled his eyes, "No shit, Sherlock."

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"Just because he's a fucking demon doesn't mean that he kills for joy, asshole. He has a heart."

Gabriel escaped from Castiel's grip on his now crinkled shirt.

"I didn't mean it that way. Dean just needs to get out, go hunt something, getting his mind off of you."

Castiel clenched his fists.

"So what? It hurts him to be thinking about me?!"

"Yes, it does. He can't keep his mind on you all the time! It's depriving him! He's just a sex craving, lazy demon now!"

Castiel pinned Gabriel against the Impala. "He isn't any of that! Sure he hasn't been on a damn hunt for awhile but he deserves a break!"

"For two years?!" Gabriel rolled his eyes.