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[justify]Clearly taken aback by Dean's sudden reaction to his comment that the former angelic had depicted to not be offensive - though apparently wasn't - and felt shame glower down like a rain cloud above the humans posture moving a little uncomfortably. He hated having this sense of pressure pinning him down, especially when it was with one of the Winchester brothers who thought of the angel as, family. Still, Castiel didn't fully understand why it mattered so much to Dean Winchester at that moment but without another moments hesitated, he replied,
"Dean.. I don't understand why it's so important to you but.." Castiel's gravelly voice spoke out, wincing softly in case he did something wrong, "But I feel as though I am attracted to both. Is not picking one side a bad thing? Am I bad person, Dean?" Pain hit Cas in the gut, emotional-wise that is. The poor guy looked genuinely guilty and rather upset if you asked me, or anyone for that matter.

Cas genuinely believed that Dean would be upset with his response of not 'choosing-a-side'. It seemed as though he had been just recently stabbed in the back by a knife, with that hurt and shameful expression playing across his manly features. He knew so much about the human-race, but also so little, generally the naïve portion of Cas's mind rising higher than the other side which was attentive - mostly.
Emotions passed through the former-angels blue optics, trying his best to swallow down the nervousness growing in the pit of his gut churning, and uneasy.[/justify]

[justify]Castiel felt weight lift contently from his shoulders to see that the Winchester hadn't gotten mad or frustrated with the former angel, but one thing that etched at his heart was the sense that Dean seemed the slightest bit.. Relieved? No, it didn't seem likely especially for him being in so many relationships with women in the past and present. It was very unbelievable to think Dean felt dismissed of lingering-hurt when hearing of his 'sexuality-term' he had informed Castiel with.

Shaking the thoughts clouding his judgement away, the dark-haired man gaped his mouth open as though to say something but Dean quickly passed him to leave the ex-angel in the midst of the steamy room, the haze slowly but surely beginning to recede into the ventilation sucking above his head. Stay there for a for more tender moments, the blue-eyed man wandered from the bathroom, passing Dean's room before stopping and echoing his deep tone inside,
"Goodnight, Dean." Using the proper way of farewell for the night, Castiel in a swift and frantic manner afterwards, the man aimed to disappear into his own room, plopping onto the mattress with gratitude for the two brothers humbleness of letting him stay.

Still though, it bothered the mysterious man why Dean seemed so interested in hearing which sex he preferred but honestly, Cas wasn't one to really care. He saw those for who they were rather than the genitalia that existed between their legs. The shorter man out of the three was for certain that Dean was, heterosexual judging by how many women he had ended up within his lifetime and sometimes, it bothered the former angel for reasons even he could not explain.

But it mattered no longer, since the form of the adorable figure was curled currently into the shape of a ball, similar to a cat with his eyes draped closed from fatigue. In his submerged state, the midst of the ex-angels mind questioned whether he ever shared feelings with anyone romantically formed. Along with the fact why Dean seemed so interested in what his sexuality was..

How confusing.[/justify]

[justify]Shivers snaked down the dark-haired mans back, cold sweat beads beginning to rise to the surface of his vessels body, or his own body that is. The ex-angel was in the deeps of a nightmare, and it showed on the exterior with his brows constantly narrowing and legs twitching. It was about his fall, watching all his brothers and sisters plummet to the Earth in a fiery streak of scarlet and orange, similar to that of a firework breaking through the night sky. Many just smacked against Earth's core, destroying them whereas the others wings were shred from the vast blow of wind in the expel.

Jerking about the spot a little, Castiel let out the smallest of squeaks awaking several moments later in an emotional mess. His features were flushed in crimson with eyes bloodshot from fear. It was his first visual during sleep, even during those four months of being his own person. The former angelic had no clue what it meant, nor what It was called except that the dream, was not a good one.
Closing his eyes, Cas ran a stiff hand through the thick of his dark locks in need of a trim. He had picked up on Dean's warning of him not wanting to get Sam-hair, whatever that meant...

Castiel sat upright, holding his head in his hands to stare at the floor worriedly. The heart within his chest sore and built, thundering aloud as though it were a bass drum within his smaller frame. The man wanted so badly to stay awake, to not be able to submerge into his own demons until the dawn that still was many hours away but yet, the blue-eyed figure grew increasingly more exhausted.
Standing up from the bed with a soft creaking from the relief of his weight, Castiel sped from his room to peer right and left down the hall, leaving before standing stationary and unsurely before the Winchester's door. He really badly wanted to turn around, and move on but he couldn't shake the feeling of shivers and shakes from the aftermath of the night terror. Letting out a reassuring breath, Cas strode silently on feet weighing as light as a feather into the hunter's chamber before standing before his bed, standing there in silence before quietly speaking up,
"D-Dean..?" He was tempted to prod there side, though reminded him self of the hunters warning - on multiple occasions - of 'personal space'. He didn't know what to do, so perhaps Dean would know.[/justify]

[justify]Clear salty tears coated his glazed blue centers, bloodshot eyes around their glassy cyan features. He had been crying, and it was obvious even though he wasn't aware of it at the time. Slightly jumped back as Dean jerked awake, speaking out in a cuss to the world below, Cas just felt even worse. For a while, the dark-haired man remained silent, not knowing exactly what to say before he let his mind flow,
"I-I... I dreamt about the fall.. Dean.. I s-saw all my brothers and s-sisters falling because of.. Because of.." Sadness grew all the more apparent in the backs of his cyan oculars, rubbing the back of his neck to calm down a little bit more.

He regretted waking Dean from his sleep, but it was done so he might as well let the Winchester know what was on his mind that sometimes he wasn't even sure of. But it became distracted by the gracious sheen of his fatigue hued optics of a shade the vivid colour of the forest. It reminded the former angel of an emerald, bright and lively with value.. What were these foreign ideals going through his mind at that moment? Shaking his head to clear them away, Castiel stood there trembling noticeably before the taller figure.[/justify]

[justify]Cas shook his head, not believing even in the chestnut haired man before him. Rubbing his eyes and obeying what the Winchester had said, Castiel listened and took a hesitant seat next to Dean, not caring much for the personal-space thing. He just wanted to feel safe and not scared for once. It sounded odd coming from one who was formerly an angel of the lord, but upon falling and growing increasingly closer to any human than any angelic had before, it explains why his emotions were all the greater more developed than his once-winged brethren. He frowned at Dean's description to his siblings and grew all the more upset,
"Dean.. It is, for everything. They fell, they died, they rebelled all at my cause." He was tempted to carry on, but knowing the Winchester it would just irritate him. But even sometimes, Castiel didn't understand or know one of his closest friends as they put it.

He had betrayed them countless times, put the brothers in danger and done so much of the wrong that sometimes he just wanted to die. In purgatory, the former celestial had penned himself to pay for his sins on Earth against his winged brethren. It was the expense for all the lives he stole so mercilessly, especially that time he had nearly killed one of the only people that still cared, "It's not like you don't know that either.." He half stated in a rather upset voice.[/justify]

Sorts of surprise and guilt played innocently and ignominiously across the former angelic features wrinkled with a frown. He stared at the floor, careful to avoid Dean's gaze that seemed to penetrate his very core by each passing second. Castiel remembered he once portrayed such a gaze, but since it has faded to a solemn blue colour no longer lively with grace, a grace stolen and used to selfishly duplicitous extents.

Lifting his sapphire stare to meet Dean's for a length period of time, over his shoulder, Cas slowly but surely began to nod in recognition to the Winchester's words. He was right, no matter how much the angelic would care to disagree - no matter how many times they've argued with one another - so he didn't try to press. Slowly, the dark-haired man turned away completely to face the door with his body still a little shaken,
"I will redeem myself, Dean. One way, or another." He calmly reassured his voice, taking in the deepness of his own tone with truth in his words. Fixing a rare smile to the corners of his lips, Castiel left the room in seek of sleep.

He felt better, at ease. He didn't know why but the former angel now could relax, for at least the time being that is. Returning swiftly to the seclusion of the dark room provided by the brothers, Castiel's frame was drawn towards the mattress and soon, he was succumbed to it. Drinking in the thankful darkness of night, Cas felt at peace and before he knew it, had drifted off into a submerged state of relaxation.

Ooc: Sure

Castiel shifted a little in his sleep, but hours later he awoke in the slight fright of being watched. Scanning the room once jerking upwards, Cas's blue gaze filtered his surroundings before relaxing a bit to press the back of his dark head of hair against the pillow warm and welcoming. No longer tired and fully redeemed in the lack of sleep he's had in the past few weeks, the blue-eyed man gestured for the door until there was a splitting echo in the back of his mind.

Freezing once realizing that it was angel radio - which he had no idea how he still could hear it, seeming since he's fully human - the former angel took a seat once more to tune in. He was a little surprised at what the chatter was about, but from what he could tell was that.. That there was a civil war between his brethren, two opposing sides of Bartholomew and Malachi. Shivers snaked chillingly along the warm of his spine, jumping from the bed to wander out into the hall. For a moment, Castiel was tempted to reawaken Dean, but seized himself from doing so.

The angel was aware that they weren't exactly on the best of terms before the fall. He wanted to re-obtain that trust so many times lost from the Winchester brothers, even if it weren't going to mean much. He had decided, he would make breakfast but of all the things he excels in, that is the very opposite. Nervously biting at his bottom lip, Cas strayed further down the hall and after a while, found the kitchen clean - for now.
Approaching the fridge, he took out all the things he would need to make a bacon and eggs meal for the brothers, using four eggs, a pound of bacon and butter for the toast already cooking.

Over time, he began to get the hand of it - despite the times he had burned himself on the stove. Soon, the wafting scent of pork meat and chicken lay began to drift down the hallways, awakening Sam soon after. However, the idea didn't go as planned when the stove suddenly lit up in a wall of flames, scaring Castiel back against the wall.
He didn't know what to do, that the former angelic simply stood there with his hands held close to his chest. A towel still in hand, Cas did his best to whack the flames stirring over the pan of bacon, singing his sleeves a little in the process. Smoke drifted towards the vents, starting up the fire alarm with a spray of water showering from above. Man had he screwed up.

[justify]The Winchester's former angel did his best to pat away the flames, but I reminded him much of a ring of holy fire, remembering that his figure had once stood in the midst of one on several occasions. Especially by the brothers.. He blinked the thought away and backed up against the wall, looking over to Dean who had approached with a red container and began to spray at the flames beckoning and towering.
Drenched from the sprinklers that rained down upon the two from above, his gaze blue and grateful turned on Dean who in turn pressed the handle, showering a wide foam of some odd substance across his vessels form.

Jumping back in surprise and slight alarm, Castiel did his best to cover hid features to avoid the coolness of the extinguishing chemical. Approaching with an arm stretched out, Cas lowered the extinguisher from his friends hand, casting out a terrifying death glare towards the Righteous man,
"Dean!" The dark-haired man growled, pout cascading his features rather adorably if you ask me. He crossed his arms across his chest still thick with the white mess, looking away from Dean as though he were a young child who hadn't gotten what he wanted.[/justify]

[justify]Still upset and noticeably pouting, a slow but sure grin spread sheepishly to the glow of his lips but it faded a few moments after at the mention of holy fire. Reminders of him being that once angelic being to always protect the two men whenever they sought out aid, but now he was as Dean once titled it, 'A baby in a trench coat.' The memory brought sad yet content expressions to his present features written with an variable assortment of different emotions. He tried to convey an emotion of something known to be called; sour, but it couldn't appear righteously upon his features still glaring at Dean.

Shaking his head, the thought slowly but surely receded from the memory of his mind, leaving Castiel convinced it was just a lesson the Righteous man had taught him as he had formerly asked the night previous. Still, Cas couldn't explain why he asked the Winchester, but it didn't matter as long as Dean complied, right?

Still standing there with arms folded across his chest, the dark-haired man advanced and surprisingly gripped the Hunter tight to pull them into a very, very, VERY brief embrace, leaving them covered too in foam,
"If I am correct, that is a sign of forgiveness. I would suggest changing, too." A smug grin played to the former angels lips, but before anything else could go down he quickly sped off to do as was suggested.[/justify]

[justify]Dean didn't seem upset, rather joyous actually.. Why is that? Were the memo's on repeat that irritatingly buzzed in his mind, clogging the former angels judgement where he hadn't noticed a form standing a few steps down the hall. Blinking out of his daze, Castiel stared at the brunette towering over his shorter form with confusion and slight alarm,
"Hello, Sam." He greeted his tall friend, dipping his head and standing still on the spot to stare at the younger Winchester. For several long moments, the two seemed to stare at one another that sent uncertain chills up along the ex-angels spine at the stare Sam was giving him. Managing to shove it aside, Cas maneuvered past, trying his best to ignore the dark eyes that followed.
Disappearing into the bathroom to get cleaned up, the question as to why the brunette seemed so interested all of a sudden, that stare beginning to get to him. Shrugging it off, Cas decided to depict it as being normal, some natural human aspect he would have to acquire - in which he already has, however though hasn't realized it just yet. Shoving the confusing thoughts aside, the dark-haired man got ready for his shower hesitantly. He never truly realized how much he hated water...

Two glowing eyes watched from the dark of a hallway by the two men's rooms, a leering gaze fixated on the two who acted like children in the kitchen, covered in the cool peculiar substance. Looking with an intense gaze now mellowed to Sam's normal iris colour, Zeke stared intently as his former brother passed, a near-glare fixed to his vessels optics.
Seeing Castiel disappear behind another door and notice his rather focused stare, Ezekiel wandered into the kitchen to stare down at Dean from the entrance of the kitchen,
"Dean.. What do you plan to do, with Castiel..?" Asked Sam/Ezekiel, eyes full with question, "You do understand the dangers he carries on his shoulders, correct? I must suggest that keeping my former-brother around is a dangerous aspect to burden. I care only little of what you and your brother decide, but just be aware of the possible futuristic consequences." Spoke 'Sam' in a deeper than normal voice, eyeing the hunter for several long moments.[/justify]