Careful What You Wish For
A Hooker Named Castiel
A Hooker Named Castiel?
Castiel grabbed hold of the table, steadying himself from the vision he'd just had. Luckily for everyone involved, he processed what he saw before acting. Sam was enjoying the danger he was in and was not actually in need of rescue."Woah, Cas, y'allright there, buddy?" Dean asked with a mouth half-full of sandwich.
He cleared his throat. "Yes, fine. I briefly believed Sam to be in danger."
Dean foolishly expected Cas to elaborate, but eventually asked. "What gave you that impression?"
"I... heard a prayer from him."
He tensed "But it wasn't a prayer. Yeah, got it," a pause, "Wait, he's not even home." Dean picked up the note Sam had left - 'Getting food, be back later'.
"That is correct. He's in a motel room."
"A- A motel room?" Dean blinked quickly with indignance. "Well what the hell is he doing in a motel room?"
Castiel didn't understand that Dean was asking a rhetorical question. "Fornicating," he put it plainly.
"F- Yes, Cas, yes, I got there on my own, thank you."
Cas shrugged. "You asked."
They were quiet for a minute before curiosity got the better of him. "Alright, I'll bite. Who's he with?"
Of course Castiel would choose now to get tight-lipped. "I don't believe Sam would wish me to disclose that information."
"Disc- Now you wanna stop disclosing stuff?" He gave a frustrated sigh. He wanted to object further, but thought it through a little more. If Sam was in a motel room with some hooker he payed to answer to the name 'Castiel', did he really want to know? He let the subject drop. "You know what, never mind."
A few more minutes and it was really getting under his skin. He didn't want to know if it was what he thought it was, but he did want to know that it wasn't what he thought it was. Another sigh. "Okay, fine, just... can you tell me if it's a hooker?"
The angel looked perplexed. "A prostitute also bearing the name of Castiel? That certainly would be odd, wouldn't it?"
Dean groaned and briefly covered his face. "So it's not a hooker then?"
"No, Sam is not currently with someone who is currently a prostitute."
"Currently? What do you mean 'currently a prostitute?' Did they used to be a prostitute?" Dean was exasperated.
Castiel shrugged. "Probably."
Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to decide if it was worth trying to get more. It really, really wasn't. Now he actually let it drop.