Dean groaned, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.
"Are you sure we can't just bullshit it?" He looked down at his project partner Castiel, who was sat neatly on the floor, legs crossed. Castiel looked up at Dean scornfully and shook his head, those deep blue eyes making full contact with Dean's green ones the whole time. He felt himself blush and he quickly looked up at the ceiling again. He and Castiel sat beside each other in English, and when it came to large projects such as this Dean preferred to work with Castiel over any of Dean's sport club friends. The majority of the other students thought this was because Cas would do all the work – but only Dean, Cas, and Dean's brother Sam knew the truth. Dean was dyslexic and struggled with English assignments. Castiel was quiet and patient, and didn't mock Dean for the inability to read and spell properly. This meant Cas was Dean's go to partner when it came down to writing a lot.
"Dean, I know this is difficult for you but would you mind at least contributing some ideas to the piece" Cas whispered, keeping his volume low. Despite the fact that Castiel knew the reason Dean liked pairing with him was because of Dean's problem, he couldn't help but worry that Dean also wanted him to do all the work. Dean sat up, rubbing his palm over his face.
"But Caaaaas..." He elongated the 'a' in Cas' name like a child. "I'm so tiiiiiiired." He lay down on his front, extending his arms towards Cas and flexed his fingers, attempting to grab at the smaller boy. "Can we pleeeeeeease take a break?" Cas looked up at the grabby fingers and saw the puppy eyes Dean was giving him, and he caved in. He put the pen down.
"Ten minutes."
"Yes!" Dean cheered before sliding off the bed to meet Castiel on the floor. "I think we should listen to some music." He looked at Cas, waiting for approval. Cas nodded slowly and Dean got up to put the music on. Cas watched him walk across the small room in awe. Since Cas had joined the school he had had a huge crush on Dean Winchester, something he knew wasn't a mutual feeling meaning he'd never thought to bring it up. Well, until now. Every year at their school there's a Valentines Day tradition where someone will leave a rose or some chocolates on someone's desk, alongside a clue to who they are. The majority of the time everyone knew who had given who the presents. The mystery came however when this year, Castiel got a single red rose on his desk. Everyone else, him included, had thought it was some elaborate joke someone had pulled on him. He thought this for weeks, until he'd mentioned it in English class when sitting with Dean. Dean had coughed whilst taking a mouthful of water, causing it to come shooting out of his nose and all over the desk. Castiel spent days thinking over this response. It couldn't have been a reaction to Cas getting the rose – the whole school had known within hours someone had given the school freak a rose on Valentines Day. Castiel came to the conclusion Dean had given him the rose. To show Dean he'd noticed and that he reciprocated the feelings, he waited until four months after Valentines Day before leaving a rose on Dean's desk. This caused a lot of commotion as to who had gone outside the tradition to show Dean they liked them. The only clue Cas left was a small typed note tied to the rose stem. The note was very simple, all it said was 'thank you', which made everyone else more confused. But Dean had known. Every time Dean did something nice for Cas like grabbing him a sandwich from the cafeteria on the days where people would bully Cas away from the lunch hall, Cas didn't respond with 'cheers' or 'thanks mate'. He always said 'thank you'.
Dean pressed play on the iPod that was docking in the speakers that were neatly pushed to the back of Cas' dresser. A song that Dean didn't recognise began to play. As he hummed along to the unfamiliar song he swayed gently before holding his hands out to Cas.
"Uh... it's prom soon and I was wondering..." Cas looked up sharply, breath catching in his throat. Was Dean Winchester going to invite him to prom? "Would you practice dancing with me?" Cas sighed. He should have known Dean wouldn't want to take him to prom.
"Sure." Cas said, standing up and putting his hands on Dean's waist. "Do you want to just... sway in time?" Dean nodded shyly and put his hands on Cas' hips. As they swayed, the room was silent except for the music.
There's nothing left to lose, fight never ends. I can't face the dark without you.
Cas loved this song, and looked up at Dean to tell him abut the song when he realised Dean was staring at him. He lot himself there and then in Dean's green eyes that stood out above the sprinkling f freckles n Dean's nose.
Holding the hands that pull me down, I am with you, forever, the end.
Dean leant down, resting his forehead on Cas' who blushes scarlet but didn't pull back from the touch.
Sing something new, I have nothing left. I can't face the dark without you.
Dean moved forward slightly, the gap between them closing and the tips of their noses grazed together. Cas could feel Dean's breath touching his lips.
There's nothing left to lose, the fight never ends, I can't face the dark without you.
The song faded out and the two boy stood there still, the swaying forgotten as they both revelled in the small amount of contact they had. Cas' head was spinning. He was fractions away from kissing Dean Winchester. He felt Dean tense up, and registered seconds too ate that Dean was moving closer, not hearing anything except et pounding of blood in his ears.
This is that white-gold, Michelle Pfeiffer that ice cold-
They stumbled backwards, the mood broken by the sudden sound of Mark Ronson and they both coughed, clearing their throats. The silence between them was thick. They both chuckled before sitting back down on the floor. As the chorus came on, Castiel noticed Dean was watching him.
"Yes Dean?" He said, tilting his head like a puppy. Dean grinned.
"I was jut wondering if you were ticklish."
"Dean no plea-" Before Castiel could finish the sentence Dean had pounced on his, fingers tickling his sides. Cas squealed and writhed around laughing. Dean watched Cas writhe in laughter and felt a pang of disappointment. All the time he'd envisioned Cas beneath him calling out his name, and it was finally happening. But only because he was being tickled. Engrossed in their tickle fight, neither noticed the song stop and change. Castiel somehow ended up on top of Dean and pinned him to the floor.
I fell in love with an angel...
Cas' heart skipped a beat.
Heaven forbid.
Dean looked up at Castiel who was straddling his thighs. Castiel. His angel. His high school guardian who'd helped him pas numerous classes and made sure he would get the grades he needed to not attend summer school. His high school friend that had listened to him complain about homework, girls, Sammy. His buddy who had taken him out to lunch and coffee.
Made me a believer... with the touch of her skin.
Dean sat up sharply, making Castiel jump. Their chests were pressed together and Dean locked his eyes with Cas' looking deep into those pools of blue.
And then they kissed.
Dean's lips grazed Cas', judging his response. When he didn't flinch or panic, Dean kissed him again, this harder. His hand snaked up to to the back of Castiel's hand and gently held onto his hair, pressing Cas into the kiss.
Castiel was shocked. Dean Winchester was KISSING him. Kissing! He didn't know what do to until he felt Dean's hand on the back of his head, which was when he kissed back hard, lips parting, and a soft groan escaping him before he had time to control it.