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It was after a hunt when Dean started feeling strange.
His skin prickled warmly and his stomach hurt slightly.
Like a stirring pain that felt stronger slowly as time went on.
He was sitting on the old motel bed when he realized this.
He was sipping at a beer thinking about life.
He just brushed this off.
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He woke up from his four hour sleep when the pain and warmness was still there, but stronger.
If he could rate it, it would be a five out of twenty.
Small.
But still stronger than the one out of twenty it was last night.
He got up, groaning.
Now it was a six.
It's like he could feel his temperature burst a little higher, just the smallest.
He saw Sam was at the table reading a news paper.
"Hey," Dean called.
"Yea?" Sam responded, looking over to his brother.
"What time is it?"
"Seven A.M."
"Godamn it." Dean muttered annoyed.
"I'm gonna take a shower."
Sam hummed, returning to the news paper.
Dean looked over the bed next to him, seeing it empty.
Where was Cas?
He usually was asleep at this hour.
They had a system of one of them sleeping on the couch when they went on hunts.
So Cas should be next to him, sleeping soundly.
Dean didn't want to admit it, but he liked watching Cas sleep.
It was weird, seeing him so peacefully.
His breath coming in shallow and easy.
Cas had only been human for five months, barely catching up with the prospect of sleeping at the second month.
Dean learned in time that the ex-angel was no early bird, getting up at least at noon everyday.
And had also learned that waking up Cas any earlier was just dangerous.
Flashes of when he woke up Cas at nine AM flashed his mind.
He was angry beyond anything.
Practically growling at Dean to let him sleep.
Looking at him with flaming eyes.
He learned that he never wakes up Cas.
So where was he?
"Where's Cas?"
"Out."
"Doing what?"
Sam snickered.
"What?" Dean demanded.
What was happening? What was so funny? Dean wanted to know.
"Well, remember that woman we questioned yesterday? The one with blonde hair? The one you kept flirting with?"
Dean searched his memory.
"Yea. I remember her. What about her?"
"She had called Yesterday while you were busy watching Dr. Sexy-"
"I wasn't watching that. It was like that when I turned it on and I didn't bother changing it."
"Sure." Sam said this sarcastically and Dean scowled.
"Anyways. She called Cas. Wanted to 'have coffee with him.'"
Sam laughed.
"What's so funny."
"She obviously wanted to get into his pants Dean. And seeing as he hasn't come back. I'd say she succeeded."
Sam kept laughing.
And Deans stomach churned with anger.
No, not at that lady.
He wasn't jealous.
He was upset Cas would just have sex with someone they talked to.
But the idea left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Can't believe he fucked someone we talked too."
Dean said this bitterly.
But Sam laughed more, amused.
"You are such a hypocrite, Dean. You do that all the time."
"Still."
Dean grumpily grabbed his things and entered the shower.
He almost forgot about the warmness.
But he didn't.
It was still pricking at his skin.
Hi stomach still unpleasant.
Turning the water to cold, getting in he beared it to get the warmness away.
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Once he was done he felt clean and normal.
He got out, putting away his clothes.
And packing his duffel humming to Metallica.
Then the door opened, revealing a grumpy Cas.
He saw with a acid feeling sinking into his gut that, Cas had a hickey.
He scowled, stopping his humming.
So Cas did fuck that blonde bitch.
He stuffed his items more roughly.
Zipping up the duffel.
And sitting down, staring at the TV but not really watching.
He could hear Sam whistling at Cas.
"Good job, Cas!"
"T-thank you?"
Cas sounded confused even though he knew clearly what he did.
Dean crossed his arms over his chest.
He knew he probably looked like a child that was told couldn't have candy, but couldn't help it.
"Alright Cas pack up were leaving in thirty."
Dean said this as casually as he could, but failed, traces of bitterness leaking in.
"Dude, what's wrong?"
Sam asked, concerned of why his brother might be grumpy.
"Nothing. Just wanna get back to the bunker."
Sam accepted the excuse, for he wanted to get back too.