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The One With The Horkos Curse

(Some Destiel Fluff)

(I don’t know jack shit about Greek mythology, this is me trying my best so bear with me.)

(Also until I can request an AO3 account, this is how I’m gonna post my stuff)

This was supposed to be an easy mission. A milk run.

Rowena had asked them to collect some rare herbs from a witch’s lair before giving them some vague answer as to why she couldn’t do it herself. She, of course, then reminded them that they “owed her one” after she had helped save Dean from losing his memory, as well as, his life a few weeks ago.

Originally, Rowena had asked just Sam to do it, but after several minutes of bickering, Dean convinced him to let him tag along. And because both of the brothers made the mistake of talking about the mission while Cas was within earshot, he also requested to come.

Dean hadn’t even bothered to fight him on it. He knew he always struggled to say no to Cas, no matter what it was. Anytime he gave him that famous pleading look of his, Dean would cave.

So, there they were, standing in the middle of a witches lair, hoping the witch would be gone for quite awhile while they snagged the item they needed. Rowena had given them a very specific run-down of how to break inside without triggering any alarms or traps. She also tried to make another thing incredibly clear to them.

Don’t touch anything but the herbs.

So, imagine the surprise on Castiel and Sam’s faces when they turned around from grabbing their desired ingredient off one of the shelves and saw Dean holding a small orb between his fingers, examining it with curiosity.

Cas watched him for a moment, partially due to pure shock at Dean’s utter stupidity, but also in awe of how delicate his features appeared to be as his face softened while staring at a ball that was colored a familiar shade of emerald that resembled Dean’s eyes.

For once, his eyebrows weren’t furrowed, his upper lip wasn’t stiff, and his eyes were wide with a hint of child-like wonder. Cas swore he hadn’t seen Dean that relaxed in months--hell, maybe a year. But, it only lasted for a few seconds because Cas then snapped himself out of his trance and harshly smacked the orb out of Dean’s hand.

Dean flinched in surprise and Castiel immediately noticed his features reverting back to their usual ways as he made eye contact with him. Cas almost felt bad for disturbing his few seconds of peace.

“Cas, what the he-”

“Rowena specifically told us not to touch anything else.” Sam budded in and then scoffed while tilting his head to the side, “Do you listen to anything we tell you?”

Dean’s hands fiddled with the sleeves of his green jacket as he replied, “No, not really. Most of the time I just zone out when you start talking and then later on during hunts I try to wing it so I don’t have to admit I wasn’t paying attention.” His hands suddenly froze and he looked up at the other two men who were now raising their eyebrows at him. A slight look of confusion and fear washed over his face, “Why’d I just say that?”

Cas sighed and bent down to pick up the small orb. As he stood up straight again, he rolled the object between his thumb and index finger before placing it back on one of the shelves that surrounded them. Cas had immediately recognized what it was when examining it closer and knew what effect it was going to inevitably have on Dean.

When he turned back around he noticed both of the Winchester’s staring at him.

“Well Cas, are you just going to stand there looking all pretty as always or are you going to tell us what the hell that is.” Dean pointed at him and took a step closer in his direction. His brain then registered what he just said and he appeared to be absolutely mortified.

He had never willingly admitted anything like that to Cas before. His feelings for him were always the thing he tried to suppress the most. But now, he just blurted out a compliment about the angel’s appearance like it was nothing.

Pretty as always.

This caused Cas’s cheeks to warm and his words to stammer while leaving his lips, “I-It’s the Horkos orb.”

Dean continued to give Cas a confused look as if he hadn’t answered his question at all. Sam on the other hand, was starting to get a sense of what he said, “Horkos?Like Greek Mythology Horkos?”

Cas faced the younger Winchester’s direction as he tried to ignore Dean’s previous comment still buzzing around in his head, “Yes. He was a personified spirit that would punish liars. That orb was one of his many cursed weapons left behind. Heaven had been looking for it’s location awhile back but they had been unsuccessful at finding it.”

Before Sam could reply, Dean muttered something under his breath, “Nerds.” He then tried to pull his lips tightly together but words still spilled out of his mouth, “I tease but it’s really because I’m jealous that I’m not as smart as you guys.” His hands balled into fists as he clutched his hair in frustration, “God dammit, why am I saying things you aren’t supposed to know?”

“The orb. It punishes liars. It causes you to say your deepest secrets.” Cas gave him a more simple answer.

That’s when Dean officially lost it. He began to pace and grab at his hair even harder, his stoic exterior that he typically kept in tact during hunts had diminished. There were so many “deep” secrets that he’d kept buried over the years, it practically came with the whole hunting gig. He began thinking of all the things he was hiding. So many secret thoughts Sam and Cas—mostly Cas, had no right to hear. Secret thoughts like, “How come Sam doesn’t have to deal with half of this kind of shit, huh? Dean gets to lose his memory and almost die, Dean gets to have a shapeshifter wear his mug and be practically banned from all of St.Louis, Dean gets to have the disease that makes him scared of everything under the sun.....What is it about me? Is it that I’m not as handsome or smart or charming as Sam? Is it because I’m not tall enough? Is it-” Dean could finally regain control over his endless rambling. He was able to stop himself from talking just before the thing he was most terrified to say came out.

Is it because the universe is punishing me for liking guys?

Cas gave him a long stare when his words cut out. His gaze made Dean feel vulnerable, more vulnerable than he already was while spilling his inner thoughts. His icy blue eyes would almost make Dean go weak at the knees every time they peered into his.

To Dean, his eyes were just....indescribably beautiful.

Dean then quickly realized they had been staring at each other for too long so he subverted his gaze to the carpeted floor. It seemed like most of their relationship was based on long, meaningful staring contests.

“I wish you wouldn’t get so shy and look away.” He heard Cas quietly say and Dean’s head snapped back up.

He then remembered Cas touching the orb. Twice.

Sam groaned in response, “Oh no. Not you too.” He was shuffling his feet awkwardly in the corner of the room, waiting for one of them to bring up the idea of getting out of there because he didn’t want to rush them. Especially since he had no idea what would fly out of Dean’s mouth if he did.

Cas looked between the two Winchester boys and spoke with a defensive tone, “Cursed objects should only effect humans, besides, if I was under the curse I’d tell you I secretly look through your laptops when you aren’t in the bunker. You two should really consider clearing your browser history.” He then swiftly slapped a hand over his mouth and his eyes grew large.

Oh Shit.

Dean then grabbed Cas’s arm and started pulling him out of the room, retracing their steps back to the entrance, “Okay, we need to get the hell out of here.”

Sam trailed lazily behind them while he pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, “I’m calling Rowena.”

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Sam sat in the driver’s seat of the Impala while trapping his phone in between his ear and his shoulder blade as he kept both hands on the wheel. Dean and Cas both sat in the back, which was something that felt almost foreign to Dean. He had tried to convince Sam to let him drive while he talked to Rowena, but considering Dean was under some sort of curse, it didn’t seem like the smartest idea.

And Sam was completely right. He could feel his confessions bubbling up inside of him, making their way to the front of his mouth. If he let his guard down for a second, he knew he’d start to ramble again.

So, him being allowed to drive certainly wasn’t apart of the question considering he wouldn’t have enough willpower to focus on the road and his big fat mouth at the same time.

His choice to sit in the very back next to the angel instead of the passenger seat, however, was completely voluntary. He truly didn’t even know why he did it.

He sat there, hearing Sam lightly mutter things into the phone while he watched Castiel. He had leaned his head against the cold glass and let his eyes wander aimlessly at passing cars and streetlights. It was dark now, almost ten at night. Shadows perfectly reflected across Cas’s face, making him appear even more stunning to Dean than usual.

No, the extra imagery paired with his usual business attire and 5 o’clock shadow, he was......well, he was-

“So hot.” He blurted out like a 16-year-old girl. A blush crept onto of cheeks and he mentally wanted to scream at himself for letting his guard down. The very thing he had just told himself not to do.

Cas’s eyes flashed in his direction for a few seconds before heading back to the window. Dean swore he could see a sliver of a smirk across his face in the reflection of the glass.

Rowena had told Sam the easiest solution to fix their situation several minutes ago, now she was putting her colorful vocabulary to good use, telling them how stupid they were for touching the orb in the first place.

After another minute of chastising, Sam simply hung up on her, no longer wanting to deal with her.

Dean’s attention was then brought back toward his brother, “So.....What’d she say?”

Sam sighed, dreading breaking the news because he already knew Dean wasn’t going to like it, “The curse wears off when all secrets have come to light. That’s the painless option, at least.”

“I’ll take the painful one.” Dean immediately replied. Anything was better than telling them everything he was keeping pushed down inside.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, “Dean, you’ve already made one dumbass decision today, maybe try not to make another.”

“It’s not like doing something smart is going to cancel this whole thing out. I say we just have Rowena hop her little Scottish ass into the bunker and she whips up some spell to cure us because I promise you whatever pain that would put me through would feel a thousand times better than me airing my dirty laundry everywhere. Like, I really don’t want you guys finding out about my lucky underwear, okay?” Dean immediately slapped his forehead with his open palm. He was losing more and more control over his words as minutes passed.

He heard Sam snicker at his confession from the front seat.

Dean would’ve yelled at him if he wasn’t so afraid of saying something else like, “I usually keep them right next to a pair of lace panties in my dresser that this one girl let me try on once. I told myself I had just forgotten to give them back but really, I think I kept them because I liked it.”

Fucking Hell

This curse was going to be the death of him.

He could practically hear Sam cringing at his comment, “Okay, that was so much more information than I ever needed to know....Look, could you just hold it in until we reach home and then you two can go in separate rooms and just get your confessions over with? If it’s bothering you that much to do it in front of us?” Sam looked at him through the rearview mirror.

Dean considered it, “Well, how far are we?”

“About four hours.”

His heart sank. There went that plan. He was barely going to last another thirty minutes, let alone four hours, “Sam, my mouth is currently playing it’s own little game of ‘truth or truth’ at the moment and I’m somehow losing big time. If we’re not home in the next thi-”

“You know what? Fine. Why don’t you just suck it up and do it now. Pretend I’m not here.” Sam cut him off with frustration now present in his voice.

“Sam-”

“You’re going to spill anyway, you can either just let it happen or you can fight it.” His brother shrugged, “I just don’t want to hear you bitch because this is your own fault in the first place.”

Dean looked at Sam through the rearview mirror and then looked over at the angel who was being unnaturally quiet given the circumstances. Dean closed his eyes and sighed, “Fine. But nothing ever leaves this car, alright? I mean it. No trying to have discussions about it later because all you’ll get in return is a broken nose. Understood? Snitches get stitches. What happens in Baby, stays in-”

“For fucks sake, we get it.” Sam groaned, “I’ll just tune it out.”

Dean then glanced over at Castiel again, clearly both jealous and annoyed that he wasn’t having the same unpleasant experience, “What’s your deal? You’re too perfect and holy to have any secrets?” He raised an eyebrow.

Cas shifted his body to face him and it was as if his words had snapped him out of a trance. Then when Cas decided to reply to him, the flood gates seemed to finally come bursting open, “Actually, I’m just sitting here trying not to think about what all this staring from you means. You’ve looked over at me exactly 12 times since we sat down in this car. Yes, I’ve been counting. And it all just makes me wonder if this is something all humans do with each other or if it’s just you. Also, do you really think I’m hot?” His words came out almost monotone and unbothered but the second he finished talking, his face appeared to be just as irritated as Dean’s a few moments ago.

Now, Dean was beginning to blush again, this time redder, and his voice went an octave higher, “I uh....well....” Dean was able to keep himself from admitting it out loud. But his brain couldn’t stop repeating the answer.

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes! Fuck Yes!

Cas barely waited to see his reaction before continuing to speak, “Well, I think you’re hot. Sometimes it’s just unfair. Especially when you walk into the kitchen for a snack late at night while I’m just sitting there, waiting for morning to come, and you’re wearing nothing but boxers and a tight T-shirt. And the way the light hits your eyes and those freckles.” Cas bit his lip as a way to try to keep himself from talking, but it was no use, “It’s not even just your body, the fact that you’re constantly so brave and dedicated to saving people. It’s hot and it’s unfair.” Cas ran a hand through his black, messy hair, mimicking Dean’s actions from earlier. He couldn’t believe something he had been holding in for years, was forced out of him with a simple curse. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was effected by it in the first place. Angels should be immune.

Although, when Cas really thought about it, he was the most human an angel could possibly be. Maybe that was why.

Dean chuckled at Cas’s confession. He was just grateful he wasn’t the only person in the car who felt embarassed. Also, if Dean was honest, the way he was all shy about what he just said was absolutely-

“Damn, you’re just adorable.” Dean blurted out. At this point he was just glad he wasn’t revealing the one thing he desperately needed to hide, which was difficult when it was the secret that was trying it’s hardest to escape past Dean’s lips. But, if there was one thing he wanted to hold onto until he reached the bunker, this was it.

He watched Cas cover his mouth with his hands and squeeze his eyes shut. He was trying to take control of the curse but it was fighting back even harder. He eventually gave in when he was too exhausted to resist it and, even though his hands tried their best effort to muffle what he said, Dean could still make out every word and it sent a shiver down his spine, “I’ve always thought about kissing you.”

Dean continued to chuckle until he accidentally let his guard down again, “Me too.”

Dammit.

They both went quiet as an awkward feeling settled into the air between them and neither of them hesitated to stare at each other. There were so many nights where Dean had dreamt of having a moment like this between them. Where they finally break down the walls between a platonic friendship and something more. But now that the moment had arrived Dean wanted so desperately to escape it. He was terrified of what really lied behind the other side of the wall. He feared that it might not be everything he had hoped and yearned for for so many years.

So he wracked his brain for the very few hidden things that didn’t involve Cas.

“I always say I have no idea how those ‘Dr. Sexy’ episodes get on the DVR, but I’ve always been the one recording them.” Dean figured even though that was considered a deep secret, Cas and Sam already knew damn well who was recording it.

When it got quiet again, both of them still didn’t want to revisit the moment the two of them had. So, Cas admitted something else, un-Dean related, “I always pretended to laugh at Uriel’s jokes, he was really not that funny.”

A smirk fell upon Dean’s face when he heard that. That was just such a Cas thing to say.

Dean then wracked his brain again, “Sometimes when Sammy’s asleep, I think about just taking some clippers and just-”

“Okay, you know what? I’ve sat up here trying to mind my own damn business but this is just ridiculous. Can you two just fast-forward and stop beating around the bush so I don’t have to listen to four more hours of this?” Sam finally snapped and looked over his shoulder at them for a few seconds before looking back at the road.

Dean and Cas had completely forgotten he was still there.

Dean could feel the words hanging on for dear life at the edge of his tongue, but he held it in long enough to play dumb for his little brother, “What are you talking about?”

“You know.” Sam stated with a deadpan delivery.

Cas tilted his head in confusion at Dean, “Why would we be beating a bush? I don’t understand”

Dean sighed at the angel’s sudden naive nature. He was about to make up some half-truth to appease both Cas and his brother, but instead, something else entirely came out of his mouth, finally rolling off his tongue.

“He just wants me to finally admit I’m in love with you—Oh, fuck.”

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