Curse
Somehow, Dean ended up having every single one of his classes with Ba- Chev, even though such an occurance hadn't happened since Freshman year with Cas. They ended up sharing even football practice together. Dean would like to lie and say that he didn't watch Ba- Chev change, but honestly he didn't regret it. Chev was almost teasing Dean, taking off the ACDC shirt slowly and menacingly. When the expanse of his abs was revealed, he smirked knowingly at Dean, and started taking off his jeans.
Dean blushed furiously and looked away.
Cas was outside on the stands, waiting for his football captain of a boyfriend anxiously. He couldn't possibly still be mad at him, right? Dean never took this long to change, and Cas was nervously rubbing his thumb over the packet he had bought Dean. Just then, he saw the love of his life walking out with an unfamiliar figure. Cas smiled and waved frantically, until Dean looked over and grinned madly back at him. Cas stopped smiling as his breath caught in his throat when the unfamiliar figure turned around to face him.
Damn.
A sudden, uninvited, twang of jealousy strum itself through Castiel's veins. Sure, Cas wasn't overprotective or anything, but when hot boys made Dean's eyes sparkle and made Dean's mouth release short bursts of laughter, he was couldn't help but be jealous as fuck. Besides, Cas knew Dean liked lean, raven-haired boys. It would explain how Dean found him any form of attractive when they first met.
Ignoring the unwarranted feeling situating itself in his chest, Cas waved Dean over, ignoring the fact that the very hot boy came along with him. Dean waved back to Cas, when he noticed him waving him over with a massive grin, his face visibly lifting when he saw his boyfriend in the stands.
Dean excused himself from Bab- Chev, and ran over to the stands, eager to see his boyfriend for the first time since the unfortunate incident of the Aunt Jody Talk ™. He didn't notice Chev following him to the stands.
"Hey you" Dean said, once he reached the stands, leaning up from the ground to the first row to capture Cas' lips in a tender kiss. Cas stared dazily at him and smiled, feeling warmth spread through his chest and replace the feeling of jealousy. " I got you something, to apologise for being such a heavy-sleeper" Cas said, blushing and handing Dean the packet. "You didn't have to, it's not like I can stay mad at you for long anyways," Dean started, grinning back up at Cas and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "-besides, with your very energetic actions last night, I'd say you needed all the sleep you can get."
Cas just turned a deeper shade of red.
Dean smiled at him, before peering into the packet. " Oh my god" He whispers, glancing up at the now newly-composed Cas. It startled Dean how easily he could go from a furiously blushing cutie, to full Dom-mode.
Cas merely shrugged at Dean, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I'd love to discover your very energetic actions tonight. Up for Round 2?"
Dean was about to attempt to reply cockily when a hand landed on his shoulder, and pulled him back from Cas. "Football practice is starting" Chev said, indicating to the boys already warming up on the field. "It can wait a few extra seconds" Dean hissed, trying to get back to Cas.
" I'd rather not risk it, we better beat feat while still cherry, man" Chev said grinning, pulling Dean towards the now-stretching boys. Cas and Dean looked at each other with confused facial expressions, before turning to Chev in a questioning manner.
Is this how they talked in Kansas? Dean remembered Chev saying something about being from Lawrence during the course of the day.
Chev just rolled his eyes and grabbed Dean by his upper arm, practically dragging him away from Cas without the slightest acknowledgement of him. Cas watched the entire exchange with hooded eyes, noting how Chev particularly stared at him with hatred evident in his startlingly aqua eyes when Dean turned around in his vice grip to wave Cas goodbye. Dean was giggling.
The unpleasant feeling in Cas' veins was back. But this time, Chev had practically injected it into Cas with a steroids-pump.
*
" I don't trust him."
"Oh come on, he can't be that bad."
Cas was lounging on his younger brother, Gabriel's, bed and complaining about the new, hot guy Chev. Gabe was watching his brother with fascination, amused at the thought of his calm, collected older brother flustered because of one bump in his relationship's road. Sitting back in his desk chair, and swirling around for a while, Gabriel finally formulated a thought that could help with Cas' apparent relationship-related anxiety.
"Dean-o's a good kid, Cassie, he's been presented with numerous opportunities to cheat on you before, and he never has. He always baffled me, that kiddo." Gabe said, smiling.
"One, Gabe, Stop calling Dean 'kiddo' when you're three years younger than him, Two, you don't quite grasp the gravity of the situation. This guy's name is Chevrolet, that practically warrantees sex from Dean, not to mention he's totally Dean's type," Cas said, throwing his arms up in defeat.
Gabe shook his head. "Chevrolet?" Cas simply nodded. " Oh God" Gabe says, abruptly shooting up from his deskchair and plopping himself down next to Cas on his bed, grabbing his laptop next to him. " Chevrolet, you say?" Gabe asks, opening a programming software on his laptop and typing away frantically. Cas just nods, confused, and scoots closer to Gabe to see what he was doing.
"What are you-"
"Charlie found this thing in the dumpster last week- the Book of the Damned- and we've been trying to translate it from some ancient Coven language ever since" Gabe replied simply, as he continued madly typing away at the keys on his laptop. Cas could've sworn he saw smoke rising from the keyboard.
Charlie would do something like that, Cas thought, as he peered over his brother's lap to look at the tab he had just opened. "Remind me why this is relevant to my current situation?"
Gabe simply rolled his eyes and opened his bedside drawer to remove a lollipop from his stash of candies in there. Popping it in his mouth, he put his laptop down to face his brother with a solemn expression on his face."Look, Cassie"
"Charlie and I have been hacking into ancient manuscripts and dark-web translations of the Book of the Damned, and we discovered curses on people that have reigned for centuries. Looking into ones that occur every century, especially those that would occur in 2016 again, we found one from 1716 that particularly-"
"Get to the point, Gabe." Cas said, irritated at Gabe's more frequent movie-monologues, complete with wild hand gestures, ever since he started hanging out with Dean's friend Charlie, and his baby brother Sam.
" Excuse you, I was in the midst of a soliloquy!" Gabe said, holding up a finger in a scolding manner. Yup, Cas thought, Sam is definitely rubbing off on him. "Where was I?"
" 1716" Cas said, plopping himself down in the bed and preparing for a long lecture.
"Ah yes!" Gabe said, smiling, then resuming the solemn expression he had on his face before he was so rudely interrupted, "So Charlie and I fround a particular case that had occured every October from then onwards, and it should have already started this year as well. What's particularly strange about this case, is that as soon as the cursed's most valuable inanimate object goes missing, a human form of the object would materialize. The human configuration would then try to seduce the cursed, and once they succeeded..."
"What?" Cas asks, sitting up, now intensely invested in the story.
"The cursed's body is usually found mutilated and boiled beyond recognition, with numerous incongruous parts... missing"
"You're talking shit" Cas says, looking down solemnly, "you have to be." Gabe sighed and pushed his laptop onto his brother's lap, indicating to the screen, "Read the evidence for yourself." Castiel snatched the laptop up, nervously scanning through the tab open. There were illegible patterns and symbols occupying the tolp half of the screen, and directly below them were the English translations.
".... Cursed is the birth of Harry Winchester, the man who destroyed our coven beyond repair. May his oldest son's of son's always fall prey to the curse every 100 years, and human shall be their materialistically loved, transformed- twisted, and boiled shall be their remains.... in three centuries shall both sons be the chosen ones, for the ultimate sacrifice- to avenge our fallen"
Winchester, the name kept running through Castiel's mind. Leave it up to a Winchester to fucking wreak havoc on his own family, Cas thought bitterly, very vaguely reminding himself of Dean's dad, John.
"THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT!" Cas yelled, slamming Gabriel's laptop shut, "BABY ISN'T EVEN GONE!"
"Did you see her this morning?" Gabe asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
" Well... no, but that's just because Dean and I had to ride with Jody today" Cas replied, quietly, hoping what Gabriel was implying wasn't true. "Did you see her at all today" His brother questioned again, crossing his arms as if to prove his point. "No... b-but Dean m-must have!" Cas responded, a little too quickly, stuttering.
Gabe just looked at him.
"He must have." Cas replied again, monotonously, hoping Gabe didn't hear the fear behind his words. Gabriel sighed and leaned back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an unreadible expression on his face.
"Maybe Dean just hasn't found out yet."
*
Dean was hyperventilating.
Aunt Ellen couldn't have been so mad as to take his Baby, right? None of this makes any sense, Dean thought, as he stood in the garage, alone, studying the strange symbol drawn on the garage floor in what he assumed was pig's blood. This was vandalism on a whole other level.
When Dean initially got home, dropped off by Charlie, his over-excited and chatty hacker fangirl of a friend, he raced to the garage to pick up his own car, Baby. Dean thought it embarrassing to ask Charlie to drop him off where he really wanted to go- Cas' house- as the entire ride there she would've yapped about OTP and shit being straight out of a fanfic or something along the lines of that. Dean would feel almost as uncomfortable in her car as he would be in aunt Jody's.
Dean violently shivers, remembering the talk in the morning. Almost.
Dean was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed a very familiar Pimp Mobile ™ pull into his driveway. The owner of the vehicle, slammed the door open and stalked towards him, his face contorting into horror when he noticed Dean was standing in the garage, alone, with a beyond-worried expression on his face. Then he froze when he noticed the blood-symbol on the floor, his expression unreadible as he scanned the drawing slowly.
"Dean-"
"I can't believe it! I can't fucking believe it! She's gone without a trace, Cas!" Dean said to his boyfriend, indicating to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala-sized hole left in the garage. Just then, Dean noticed the passenger-side door of Cas' car opening, and a very short, and terrified 13-year-old walking towards them with a frown hardening his very delicate features.
"Dean-"
"Not now Gabriel! Do you even see this shit!" Dean said, throwing his arms up in defeat, and pacing around the garage "She must've been stolen, there's no other explana-"
"Dean, look at me!" Cas hissed, grabbing Dean by the shoulders mid-pace and shaking him vioently,"There is a greater game at play here!"
Dean looked from one Shurley brother to another, realising the horror and worry in the expressions for the first time. "What are you talking about?" He asked timidly, studying his boyfriend's features with anxiety when he noticed the give-away tick of anger in the muscle in Cas' right temple.
Dean watched Gabriel with hooded eyes, skeptical of the boy's newly-serious demeanour. The younger Shurley looked back at him with equally hooded eyes, and sighed deeply, running a hand over his face. Gabriel leaned back on the table in the far-corner of the garage, crossed his arms, and very chillingly said:
"We need to talk to you, Dean."