Honeymoon 05

The third day started strangely and continued on even weirder. The second night sleeping Dean had a nightmare. He dreamed about how Lisa had said NO to him in front of the altar, but then she didn't cry and run away without a word of explanation, as was the case in reality, but instead laughed hysterically.

“Why should I marry such a poor bastard, who runs around with women. Someone who will be unfaithful to me, someone who never really loved me, because in fact he loves his best friend. He's just too much of a wimp to admit it. Someone who earns barely anything and is using our honeymoon so he could fulfill his dreams. A man clearly surpassed by his younger brother” she mocked him.

“I wouldn't cheat you and I don't love Cas,” Dean said in his defense.

“You don't love him?!” Lisa lifted a mocking eyebrow. “So why did you invite him on our honeymoon?”

Dean woke up sweaty, heart pounding and way too hot. Cas was hugging him... No, if he was being honest, it was quite the contrary, Dean was hugging him. Dean lay on Castiel's half, he had his arm possessively draped over Cas's hips, legs rolled up together and his head resting on his chest. Oh my God, what the hell is he doing! How could he find himself in this position? It was because of the dream about Lisa, who accused him of loving Cas; or perhaps because the nightmare seemed so real, and he was looking for a sense of security?!

Dean in alarm winced and carelessly tried to get as far as possible from his best friend. He was absolutely terrified and bent out of shape he didn't even think about the fact that his carelessness could awaken Castiel. Which perhaps was a mistake, because it happened. Cas opened his sparkling blue eyes and blinked in confusion at Dean, who was blushing furiously.

“Dean?” Cas said uncomprehendingly.

For a while Dean could only open and close his mouth like a fish out of water, before he finally found his voice. “Oh My God, sorry, sorry ... shit, so sorry!” he began to babble.

Castiel frowned. “Why are you asking for forgiveness?”

“I…” Dean fell silent. He realized that Cas didn't have any clue what position they had just been in. “Sorry, that I'm a complete idiot,” he said finally, instead of the original intention of confessing something stupid about hugging his best friend and his nightmare. Castiel's face lit up with his beautiful and rare smile. “Well, I know. It's hard, I'm trying to forgive you for that it every day, but I can't always do it,” he said with a sarcastic laugh.

Dean threw a pillow at Cas.

The third day of the program was a trip on two dams, which lay near a glacier Kaprun. The way to the water tanks is from the public bus, cable car and then another bus, which passed through tunnels into which they barely can fit. Two water tanks at that height are something monumental to view. Dean and Castiel had a little fog and rainy weather, but it gave the place a mystical atmosphere. Around the lower dam were gorgeous waterfalls and view from the upper reservoir to the lower was indescribable.

Dean should have been here thinking of Lisa, and how they would have been excited for this, and what it would been like if they were here together. However, he avoided these thoughts, because instead his head was full of Cas. First the dream, then he woke up draped all over him, and as if that weren't enough, they scored a stupid ticket discount by pretending to be a couple. The beauty isn't free and discount of 20 euros for couples was really damn useful, and so Dean, who hates that everyone here thinks that he and Cas are couple, decided this time to use it. However, for the discount it was necessary to kiss. So Dean, who was ordering tickets, grabbed the unsuspecting Cas, who was standing beside him and checking work email, by the lapels of his shabby beige coat and kissed him on his soft pink lips.

Cas stiffened for a moment, and his hands flew up, to push Dean away. Dean felt that Castiel didn't like his sudden lunge into his personal space. Really he felt like the world's biggest bully, but at that moment he didn't care. Kissing him was like a desperate revenge against Lisa from the dream. Yeah, he is desperate bastard, who does just about anything for discount, because doesn't have a lot money. And he will kiss Castiel, when he wants, because she had left him, so screw what she thinks anyways. However, Castiel finally relaxed and even tried to respond to the kiss. It was quite desperate, but finally they got the discount.

The next day Castiel decided to stay in the room. He was to tired to go with Dean up a nearly three thousand foot mountain called Dachstein. Dean wasn't surprised. He wouldn't lie, that he wasn't glad that he will be alone for a bit after the last day. Time to clear his head. However, his conscience stabbed Dean, when his friend commented: “I have to work. You invited me here and I'm glad for that, but you did it at the last minute. I have my duties, I can't just pack up and disappear for a week.” Maybe Sam was right when he said that for his own good Castiel would learn to say NO to Dean.

Up on the Hoher Dachstein was beautifully clear. The sun was shining and the view was divine. Dean was a good climber, he was far more bothered to walk on the glacier, which in the summer sun shone brightly. Because it was so bright it caused his eyes to ache and waiting in line for the lift was kind of boring. At the same time Dean remembered the stupid joke about the modern hell, which was trying to save money on instruments of torture. But otherwise, the trip was a success and indeed perhaps he also cleared his head. He stopped blaming himself and began to think rationally, that he is probably very lonely, because Lisa had left him and he doesn't knows why. Perhaps before he returned to the hotel, it wouldn't hurt to go to a bar and pick up a girl. Which is what he did.

The girl was named Anna, and she was a very pretty redhead...

It was a mistake.